The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

"I thought Jin Sohyun's sound art was unusual... so it was the work of the Heavenly Sound Hundred Flowers."

"How can you shamelessly raise your head in front of me?"

O Yoran's beautiful voice was filled with hostility and killing intent.

It was quite a strange experience to hear hatred in a beautiful voice.

"If you're asking about the sins of the past, I have nothing to say. The blood I've shed cannot be washed away, no matter how much I try to wash it."

The Heavenly Sound Hundred Flowers, O Yoran.

And the Ghost-Faced Revolutionary Sword, Gu Jucheol.

The bad blood between the two went back a very long time.

Gu Jucheol.

The time when he was called one of the Seven Vicious Demons.

To subdue the demonic heads of the Ming Cult, the Martial Arts Alliance had gathered the masters of the time and had organized a unit.

The Seven Vicious Demons subjugation operation that had started like that.

And O Yoran was one of them.

At that time, there were not many who had mastered sound art, so it was difficult for the martial artists of the Ming Cult to deal with sound art.

Because of this, O Yoran was able to play a big role in the fight against the Seven Vicious Demons.

However, she, who was in the rear guard, could only watch.

The sight of her comrades being torn apart by Gu Jucheol, who had a ghostly face.

"..."

O Yoran, who was recalling that time, closed her eyes tightly.

Even now, after decades, the tragedy and the terrible screams of that time were not forgotten.

Also, O Yoran had witnessed the death of someone she had cherished like her own life there.

"If you wish, I can give you my neck. You... have the right."

As soon as Gu Jucheol finished speaking, O Yoran took out a dagger from her bosom and aimed it at his neck.

"You think I can't do it?"

"No. I've never thought that."

In fact, blood flowed from the nape of his neck where the dagger had touched.

And yet, Gu Jucheol did not move an inch.

He accepted death reverently.

Looking at that, O Yoran wanted to kill Gu Jucheol right now.

"Elder O!"

Kang Cheon's shout.

O Yoran gritted her teeth.

She bit so hard that blood seeped from between her lips.

"I knew that you had cut off your own left hand and had killed a hundred demonic men before entrusting yourself to the Martial Arts Alliance. That's why I hated you even more."

O Yoran, who had been deprived of the chance to kill him justly, had to go through a long period of wandering after that.

After that, she had barely managed to pull herself together, but after a long time, the old grudge had appeared in front of her.

"Why did you appear in front of me?"

"To help Elder Kang and persuade you."

"Huh! As if killing the one I cherish wasn't enough, now you're going to touch my disciple? Do you think I'll just stand by and watch with my two eyes!?"

The Heavenly Sound Hundred Flowers drew her daegeum.

The two knew that her sound art was great.

If they were not careful, they would vomit blood and collapse from the sound art of the Heavenly Sound Hundred Flowers, which could shake even the soul.

And yet, Gu Jucheol did not move.

He just slowly lowered his head.

"I once... tried to kill Jin Sohyun."

"What did you say!?"

O Yoran's voice became even sharper.

"I tried to kill that child with all my heart. But... I lost."

O Yoran's lips, which had been about to unfold her sound art, stopped.

As if her breath had stopped, she was quiet.

Who was her opponent? The Ghost-Faced Revolutionary Sword, Gu Jucheol, who was called one of the Seven Vicious Demons.

No matter how much he had been led by the flow of time and had become an old man with white hair, he was Gu Jucheol.

The body grows old, but the strength is not diminished.

And he had been defeated by Jin Sohyun.

"As if that wasn't enough, Jin Sohyun even broke my will. He achieved a complete victory. That is the power of that child."

"If you're trying to persuade me..."

"War is inevitable, Heavenly Sound Hundred Flowers."

Gu Jucheol's gaze became serious.

"The orthodox faction already feels that war is just around the corner. Didn't you experience the war with the Ming Cult yourself?"

As he had said, O Yoran was the very person who had lived through the era of the fierce war between the orthodox faction and the Ming Cult.

A person who had experienced the horrors of war with her own body.

A person who knew how hot the karma of war was.

O Yoran's gaze shook rapidly.

"Many next-generation talents have already lost their lives due to the Bud Crushing that the Heretic's Path Alliance has committed. When the war begins, more people will be killed."

"If you're telling me to sacrifice Sohyun for that reason, I refuse! To me, Sohyun is more precious... than the lives of everyone else."

"I know. That's why I'm telling you honestly."

"That's enough. Even if I have to live in hiding as if I were dead for the rest of my life, it's a hundred, a thousand times better than dying. I have no intention of leaving Sohyun in danger."

"Then how about asking him directly?"

"What?"

"I'm saying, how about asking Sohyun directly?"

"Alright! I'll persuade Sohyun! That child is a lazy bum, so it might be better for him to live comfortably in a place where no one knows."

O Yoran, who had hurriedly gotten up from her seat, was about to leave the inn.

But she could not move.

It was because Jin Sohyun had appeared in front of her.

"S-Sohyun."

"It's been a while, Master."

"How... how are you... when did you get here?"

"I was here from the beginning. I was waiting because I didn't know when to come out."

O Yoran, who had approached Jin Sohyun with quick steps, caressed his cheek with a gentle touch.

"Why your cheek? Why is your beautiful face swollen like it was stung by a bee?"

"Haha..."

At Kang Cheon's desperate head-shaking, Jin Sohyun laughed awkwardly.

Then, he raised his hand and held O Yoran's two hands.

"I'm fine, Master."

"What do you mean, you're fine? Don't you know how dangerous the Heretic's Path Alliance and the Nameless Pavilion are? They are...!"

"I know. But it's alright. So don't worry."

"I... I'm... afraid I'll lose you."

Sincerity was felt in her voice.

Jin Sohyun, who could not have not known this, nodded his head calmly.

"If it comes to that, I'll run away. I'm confident in running away."

There was no wavering.

Even in a situation where anyone would be afraid, the disciple was calm.

So the master could do nothing.

She just caressed her disciple with a touch full of affection.

"...You must come back."

"Yes. I promise."

"Okay."

The master and the disciple made a promise.

"I can't be out of the Daoist temple for long, so I'll go in now. I'll see you next time, Master."

The reunion of the two did not last long.

O Yoran waved her hand with a bright face at Jin Sohyun, who was returning to the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple with Gu Jucheol.

"Sohyun... will he really be alright?"

"He won't be alright. So I'm planning to buy time until Sohyun is ready."

"Did you say the Heretic's Path Alliance and the Nameless Pavilion?"

The O Yoran who had been trembling in fear was no longer there.

Now only a hot anger remained.

"To think they would dare to aim for my lovely disciple... I have to show them clearly. Whose disciple Sohyun is!"

Kang Cheon looked at O Yoran, who was letting out her anger to her heart's content, with a proud expression.

"Ah, Sohyun has gotten a new title."

"Really? As expected of my disciple. What is the title? Is it something like the Flying Heaven Divine Sword, like Elder Kang... or has he become the Heavenly Sound Young Master, like me..."

"They say he's the Strange Sound Master."

"Strange... Strange Sound... what?"

"Strange. Sound. Master. They say Sohyun made not only his fellow next-generation talents but also the instructors faint with his sound art. It must be a very excellent sound art. Hahaha!"

The face of O Yoran, who had found out about Jin Sohyun's new title, turned ashen.

***

"Don't you regret it?"

"What?"

"As you heard, I killed the precious person of your master, O Yoran, in the past. You might have saved the enemy of your master. Isn't that so?"

"That might be so."

Unlike his answer, Jin Sohyun was calm.

"Do you really have no regrets?"

"That's not my revenge. I don't know if Master O asked for it, but I can't take revenge for my master's grudge as I please."

"You're overly cold at times like this."

Jin Sohyun smiled brightly without either denying or affirming.

At his face, Gu Jucheol felt a strange emotion.

It was a kind of fear.

'The more I see him, the more strange a brat he is.'

He was always lazing around due to his innate laziness, and he was not interested in becoming stronger.

And yet, the heavens had bestowed upon him the best martial talent.

At first, he had thought that the heavens had simply made a mistake.

But. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

From what he had observed, the man named Jin Sohyun was a little strange.

His nature was good, but at times he was frighteningly cold and composed.

Since he did not reveal himself, others could not recognize Jin Sohyun's true value.

But even those who knew his true value could not assert that what they knew was all.

That's how strange Jin Sohyun was.

"It seems you've received a new teaching, so be careful. The power you showed that night... could hurt many people if you're not careful."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Jin Sohyun, who had returned to the Daoist temple, immediately ran to the infirmary.

The reason?

"Sigh... my whole body hurts because of Master Kang's teachings. My internal injuries are also not to be taken lightly."

"You look fine..."

"Keuk! Keok!"

Jin Sohyun grabbed his abdomen and rolled on the floor, struggling.

The doctor of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple let out a dry sigh.

"Give this official a hospital room."

***

The Blue Dragon Daoist Temple, where night had fallen.

A figure flew up over the Daoist temple, where repair work had begun.

Jump— Jump—!

The figure, which was running on the roof of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple like a giant rabbit, soon jumped over the high walls of the Daoist temple.

"Hoo—! I didn't know if it would work... but it did."

Jin Sohyun, who had jumped over the high walls and had come out of the Daoist temple, then ran hard and found a mountain.

"First, I have to make a clearing, right?"

Arriving at the mountain, Jin Sohyun sent his flying swords flying one after another.

The thick trees were cut down by the flying swords that contained the power of the wind.

Then, he pulled out the roots and cleared them away.

After repeating this process a few times, a clearing was created.

"Ugh! This is so annoying."

The work was not over.

He had to level the messy ground where the trees had been pulled out.

Jin Sohyun sent his palms flying with both hands and leveled the ground.

After doing this work a few times, a small training ground that was finally satisfactory was created.

"Still, I did it quickly because I've done it a few times."

Thanks to the six years of experience with his three masters, creating a private training ground was now a piece of cake.

And so, Jin Sohyun, who had created a private training ground, spread out the blanket he had brought in advance and sat down with his legs crossed.

"Hooooo!"

First, he gathered his internal energy with the Heavenly Flow Internal Art.

The internal energy, which flowed without any turbidity, circulated along the vast great meridian.

It was not the obligatory qi circulation he had been doing.

A qi circulation that he was really doing with his heart.

Jin Sohyun's hair danced gently, and his martial arts robe fluttered.

Swoooosh!

Jin Sohyun's closed eyes opened on their own.

"Shall we start now?"

He got up from his seat and raised his flying sword.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Sweat flowed from the rising tension.

"I can do it."

As he raised all of his internal energy at once, a strong aura spread in all directions.

'No! I have to concentrate it in one place. I can't waste even a speck of internal energy.'

He gathered even the spreading qi and gathered it into one point.

He gathered all of his internal energy into a single ball and moved it with his right hand.

The blood vessels swelled, and a large force that he could not handle flowed.

It would have been impossible if it had not been for the vast great meridian without any turbidity.

'Kkeung!'

He squeezed out all his strength and put his internal energy into the flying sword.

The flying sword, which contained almost all of Jin Sohyun's internal energy, vibrated wildly and trembled ominously.

"Kkeueueuk! Damn it!"

Jin Sohyun, who had realized that he could no longer control the flying sword, made a quick judgment.

'I have to run!'

He threw the flying sword with all his might with the speck of internal energy he had left, just in case.

Then, he ran without looking back.

"Aaaack!"

A single flying sword that had flown up into the sky exploded with a bang—!

No.

Kwa-aaaaang—! it exploded.

"Aaaaaaaaah! This is—crazy—!!"

Jin Sohyun, who had been pushed back by the shockwave, rolled down the mountain quickly.

"Heok!"

Gwak Myeong, who had been sleeping, opened his eyes at the strong vibration he felt with his body.

He felt a chill and came out of his bedroom to check the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple.

Fortunately, the Daoist temple was safe.

"Phew!"

His gaze naturally turned to the mountain outside the Daoist temple.

And on the mountain he was looking at, a huge pit had been created, so large that it could be seen even from a distance.

"What on earth is going on?"

(End of Chapter)