Became a God-Level M Chapter 191 : The Smell of Dumplings

Chapter 191: The Sll of Dumplings

At Jin Seong-un’s question—asking whether it had all been a coincidence—the atmosphere instantly grew heavy.

Seomun Jeok, along with Seomun Ak, Hwamyeong, and Seo Yu-gyeom, also realized that the sudden appearance of the Righteousness Captain was far too coincidental.

In contrast, the Righteousness Captain and the martial artists under his command, offended at being suspected by a re youngster, did not bother hiding their displeasure.

The intent of the elite units of the Murim Alliance—Flying Tiger Squad and Azure Crow Squad—sharpened gradually. As the montum of over sixty martial artists surged, tension filled the air.

Seeing this, Seomun Jeok let out a hollow chuckle. He glared coldly at the Flying Tiger Captain and Azure Crow Captain before speaking.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

From Seomun Jeok’s entire being, that uniquely tyrannical aura began to rise. As if in response, nearly a hundred martial artists from the Seomun Clan exuded their montum.

No matter the reason, it was not proper for a re Captain or martial artists to display force in front of a senior of the Orthodox Faction and the head of a noble clan.

The aura of the two groups subtly clashed in the air, creating a dangerously volatile atmosphere.

Seo Yu-gyeom layered killing intent onto his Heaven-Slaying Dagger, and Seomun Ak had already prepared to unleash his Martial Fist Qi at any mont.

Only Hwamyeong, caught between them, wavered in hesitation, glancing between the Righteousness Captain and the Seomun Clan Head.

In an air so thick with tension it seed a fight could break out any second—

Jin Seong-un slowly stepped forward.

‘If it cos to blows, we’ll win. But many martial artists will die.’

At present, their forces were overwhelmingly superior.

There were four peak-level masters at the very least, and sheer numbers alone totaled nearly a hundred.

However, their opponents also numbered around sixty—not a small force. Moreover, they were a single, unified group with extensive mission experience, which could not be overlooked.

Jin Seong-un stepped forward to prevent bloodshed before this could escalate into an all-out war.

The Righteousness Captain narrowed his eyes. He too instinctively sensed the level of his opponent.

“So you're the Guest Dragon.”

A man barely past his twenties who could stir such tension and stand unfazed before the Clan Head of the Seomun Clan.

In all the world, those like him could be counted on one hand. Perhaps the Rising Dragon of Shaolin or the White Dragon, disciple of the Alliance Leader.

And the Righteousness Captain knew both of them. Excluding those two, there could only be one person: the most famous Guest Dragon in the world today.

Jin Seong-un calmly nodded.

“I’m Jin Seong-un of Yichang.”

He didn't bother voicing the alias “Guest Dragon.” It still felt sowhat awkward to call himself that.

It wasn't important, so Jin Seong-un continued.

“So then, why did you pass through Mount Pyeongjeong in central Hunan Province on a journey from Hubei to Gansu?”

“The details of all missions are classified by the Alliance. Are you mocking the Murim Alliance right now?”

The na Murim Alliance indeed carried weight.

It was the grand coalition of all clans and sects of the Orthodox Faction.

Quite literally, the symbol of the martial world. Anyone who lived with a sword at their waist could not escape its influence.

At the ntion of the Alliance, even the martial artists of the Seomun Clan slightly tempered their montum.

But Jin Seong-un still looked calmly at the Righteousness Captain and said,

“Whether you answer or not is your choice, Captain. But if you can’t give a reason, then I cannot hand the children over. It wasn’t the Murim Alliance that rescued them.”

The more Jin Seong-un spoke in that composed tone, the darker the expressions of the Righteousness Captain and his n beca.

Anyone would have felt intimidated under such pressure, but Jin Seong-un had always been calm by nature—and in a short ti, had experienced far too much.

As Jin Seong-un reached out toward the air, one of the swords scattered on the ground flew up and wrapped around his hand.

A supre display of Psychokinesis.

When he lightly unleashed his intent, a brilliant white Sword Flux imbued with Won’s Moon Qi vividly coated the blade.

Jin Seong-un still didn't know the martial world well. But he had realized one thing: if a conflict could be resolved without fighting, that was best—and ironically, the way to prevent a fight was through strength.

When Jin Seong-un revealed his level, the expressions of the Righteousness Captain, the Azure Crow Captain, the Flying Tiger Captain, and the surrounding martial artists changed.

Psychokinesis and Sword Flux—undeniably peak-level territory. To wield them so proficiently ant he had reached a complete level of mastery.

Having a single peak-level master on the battlefield was one thing. But having two changed everything.

That’s what a true master was in the martial world.

“Huh...”

The Righteousness Captain let out a hollow laugh.

Then he drew the Straight Saber from his waist. The black blade glead under the moonlight—truly striking.

Jin Seong-un’s eyes narrowed at the sight.

‘Familiar…’

Though it was clearly their first eting, sothing about the Righteousness Captain felt oddly familiar.

But he couldn’t quite place where that familiarity ca from.

As the Righteousness Captain drew his saber, the atmosphere turned even more nacing. The Murim Alliance mbers and Seomun Clan martial artists also raised their aura, fully prepared to fight.

Jin Seong-un silently resolved to behead the Righteousness Captain first if it ca to blows. That was the only way to minimize casualties.

Just as Jin Seong-un and the Righteousness Captain each took a step toward one another—

Hwamyeong quickly stepped in between them, raising both hands.

“W-Wait a mont. What are you doing?!”

Hwamyeong felt responsible for the situation. After all, it was he who had brought the Righteousness Captain here.

If the friends he had waited so long for, and the Captain he brought, ended up fighting—he could never absolve himself of that guilt.

Hwamyeong continued.

“You’re really going to fight here? With both sides combined, at least a hundred people will die! Righteousness Captain, Seomun Clan Head—do you really have to go that far?”

On the surface, it seed he was addressing both sides, but the weight of his words was clearly aid at the Righteousness Captain.

If a fight broke out, the Murim Alliance mbers present would be annihilated—or suffer an equivalent loss.

Because the full force of the Seomun Clan had moved here, along with experts like Jin Seong-un and Seo Yu-gyeom.

And to risk all that just to take the children? That was the biggest reason to doubt the Captain’s motives.

Hwamyeong drove in the final nail.

“I will personally escort the children to either the Seomun Clan or the Wudang Sect. Also, if an investigation is necessary, the proper procedure is for the Murim Alliance to send investigators to where the children are—not to take them all at once. And Guest Dragon, you too—please stand down. Were you really planning to fight?”

It wasn’t a scolding—it was concern.

He already knew Jin Seong-un’s martial prowess was far beyond common sense. Which was why he feared Jin Seong-un might actually kill the Righteousness Captain.

The real problem would be what ca after.

If the Righteousness Captain were to die in such a situation, without any concrete evidence, the Murim Alliance could never let Jin Seong-un go unpunished.

Not even the Alliance Leader or Chief Strategist could protect him from that. For a massive organization like the Murim Alliance, protocol and order reigned supre.

Hwamyeong continued glancing between Jin Seong-un and the Righteousness Captain, sending wordless signals with his eyes.

How much ti passed like that?

The Righteousness Captain calmly surveyed the situation.

Regrettably, not one person here seed afraid of the Murim Alliance.

That rogue Seomun Jeok had always been like this, even as a child—and his rogue son was no different.

With people like them leading it, the Seomun Clan was full of nothing but rogues.

Moreover, the young experts here—including the Guest Dragon—showed no intention of avoiding conflict with the Murim Alliance.

In other words, if he took even one step further, a battle would definitely break out.

He wasn't a fool either, so he could predict the outco. After a brief mont of hesitation, the Righteousness Captain, unable to resist Hwamyeong’s persuasion and diation, reluctantly sheathed his Straight Saber.

“Seomun Clan Head. And Guest Dragon. Know this well—I will report to the Alliance Leader that the two of you obstructed the operations of the Murim Alliance. Furthermore, if any issue arises from this matter, neither of you will be able to avoid responsibility.”

Having said that, the Righteousness Captain turned his back to them.

“Azure Crow Captain, Flying Tiger Captain. You two will lead our mbers and escort the martial artists of the Baek Li Clan.”

Jin Seong-un and Seomun Jeok made no attempt to stop them. If they weren’t going to slaughter everyone here, sending them to the Alliance was the only option.

The Righteousness Captain gave the command to the two Captains and began walking away. Yet, he suddenly turned his head to glance one last ti at Jin Seong-un’s face.

That man stood still, his sword lowered, gazing back at him, completely unbothered by the elite mbers of the Murim Alliance brushing past him.

‘He’s truly dangerous.’

Had it not been for him, would Seomun Jeok and the Seomun Clan have dared to risk direct conflict with the Murim Alliance?

Absolutely not. They lacked the justification, reason, and will to do so.

A martial artist just barely past his twenties—a single Guest Dragon had moved an entire clan like the Seomun.

The Righteousness Captain engraved the na Jin Seong-un deeply in his mind. The mont he returned to the Alliance, he planned to designate him for special surveillance.

Shortly after the commotion had died down—

Jin Seong-un chose an empty room in the safehouse and leaned against the wall, resting as if nothing had happened.

His body hadn’t fully recovered yet. The injuries from the Baek Li Clan’s martial artists weren’t serious, but the extre use of Blood-Demon Qi had caused minor damage to his ridians and Dantian.

‘To fully recover, it’ll take at least four days.’

To any ordinary physician, such a statent would be shocking. Injuries to the ridians or Dantian, no matter how minor, typically required a minimum of three months of recovery.

But Jin Seong-un’s body was different. The damage caused by the Blood-Demon Qi was being healed by the Won’s Moon Qi.

Once again, two completely opposite energies resided within his body simultaneously.

Jin Seong-un kept recalling the image of the Righteousness Captain drawing his Straight Saber and glaring at him.

There was sothing undeniably familiar about it. Normally, he would’ve brushed it off to avoid getting caught up in sothing troubleso, but the Righteousness Captain himself was far too suspicious to ignore.

Suddenly, Seo Yu-gyeom entered the room, patting his belly. In his hand was a dumpling.

“Want one?”

“I’m good. I’m not hungry yet.”

Seo Yu-gyeom shook his head with an exasperated look. After all that fighting, how could he not be hungry? Then when did he plan to eat?

Seo Yu-gyeom stared intently at Jin Seong-un.

“You look like you’ve got sothing on your mind.”

Perhaps it was because they had spent quite a bit of ti together.

Or maybe it was due to Seo Yu-gyeom’s assassin instincts that made him sensitive to even the slightest change.

At this point, he could more or less read Jin Seong-un’s mood just from his face and eyes.

Jin Seong-un nodded honestly.

“It’s what the Righteousness Captain said earlier.”

“So we should’ve stuck him with a blade after all? That’s why when you make up your mind, you strike fast.”

“...That’s not it.”

Jin Seong-un shared his ongoing sense of familiarity. He added that if they had crossed blades even a couple of tis, he might have figured it out more easily.

The problem was that his opponent wasn’t just so ordinary master, but a Captain of the Murim Alliance. He didn’t want to get involved in sothing botherso just to satisfy his curiosity.

Nodding, Seo Yu-gyeom responded with clarity.

“Just wear a mask.”

“You have a mask?”

Jin Seong-un’s eyes lit up at the word “mask.” Ever since learning the ways of theft from the Divine Thief, his body instinctively responded to masks.

Just as a faint wave of self-reproach washed over him, Seo Yu-gyeom continued.

“Of course not. But I’ve got sothing similar. As long as your face is covered with cloth, that’s enough, right?”

With that, Seo Yu-gyeom left the room briefly and returned with a confident expression, holding a thick white cotton cloth.

Soon, he wrapped it around Jin Seong-un’s face like a mask.

Thanks to the cloth’s thickness, his facial features were completely concealed.

But there was one small problem.

“This sll right now—is it coming from the dumplings or this mask?”

“Both.”

Seo Yu-gyeom grinned sheepishly.

The cloth he had wrapped around Jin Seong-un’s face had just been used to steam dumplings.

“...This is your best option?”

“No helping it. By the ti you go to the market to buy a real mask, it’ll already be too late. Oh, and take this with you too.”

Seo Yu-gyeom pulled out a small, black, round object from his sleeve and handed it over.

When Jin Seong-un looked at it questioningly, Seo Yu-gyeom proudly replied.

“Smoke Pellet.”

Smoke Pellets were explosives that burst when thrown hard against the ground, releasing thick smoke in every direction. Assassins commonly used them to retreat after completing a kill.

Of course, it wasn’t sothing soone who claid to have retired from an assassin’s life should be carrying.

Jin Seong-un stared at Seo Yu-gyeom.

Seo Yu-gyeom offered a half-hearted excuse.

“You never know, right? It’s not like there’s a law saying only assassins can use these. Call it an occupational habit. Anyway, now’s the perfect ti to use it, isn’t it? What are you looking at

like that for?!”

Excuses were all about confidence.

Overwheld by that confidence, Jin Seong-un nodded before he knew it.

“I’ll just take a quick look and co back.”

With that, Jin Seong-un leapt out the window.

In the darkness, the scent of dumplings lingered faintly in the air.