The Youngest Member Chapter 101

Among the hundreds of thousands of martial artists, the very few who had reached the Transcendent Realm could be called a disaster by their re existence. They were beings who, once they started to run rampant, could slaughter hundreds of martial artists single-handedly.

Typically, the Martial Alliance Leader, the Black Plaque Star Lord, and the Demonic Cult Lord, who were called the Three Lords of the World, were like that, and those with titles like Emperor, King, Star, and Venerable were generally so.

The Poison King let out a fierce montum. The martial artists who were nearby hurriedly raised their ki and moved away from him.

"Why is the Martial Alliance attacking the Tang family?"

Even his voice was raspy as if mixed with deadly poison. Those with low cultivation levels covered their ears to avoid internal injuries.

However, Cheon Woojin, who was facing the Poison King, was receiving his energy with a calm expression.

"Because the Tang family attacked the Martial Alliance."

"Nonsense."

Cheon Woojin stared intently at the Poison King's pupils. They were shining brilliantly with a dark green light, but the inside was murky.

'Has he completely lost his reason?'

In that state, a conversation was impossible.

Cheon Woojin silently pointed to Tang Soyeon behind him. Having just woken up, she was looking at the surrounding situation with a half-dazed expression.

The Poison King also looked there.

However, upon seeing that gaze, Cheon Woojin imdiately realized. The Poison King did not even rember his own daughter.

"I will hear your excuses later in hell."

The Poison King broke the ice-like silence and rushed forward. In his hand was a crude dagger, which looked even more dangerous than the Tang family's treasure, the Heavenly Green Dagger, that Tang Bicheon used.

In an instant, the Poison King's figure disappeared. However, Cheon Woojin was not flustered at all. At the level of the two, the information obtained through ki sense was far greater than through the eyes.

Swish-!

Simultaneously with the sound of cutting through the wind, Cheon Woojin took half a step back. The dagger grazed past him narrowly. Although he had dodged it for sure, Cheon Woojin instinctively twisted his shoulder to the side. At the sa ti, his shoulder was shallowly cut, and a drop of blood splattered.

"..."

Cheon Woojin turned his head and looked at the tree next to him. A hidden weapon as thin as a thread was embedded in it.

The Poison King had swung the crude dagger and simultaneously thrown a hidden weapon with his other hand. It was such a thin and minute movent that even Cheon Woojin had to rely on instinct to dodge it.

A strange light flashed in the Poison King's eyes. The number of martial artists who had dodged his attack at this distance could be counted on one hand in his entire life, yet he had not expected a young pup to dodge it.

"How curious."

It was pure admiration. Although he had lost his judgnt, as soone who had walked the path of martial arts his entire life, this situation felt interesting.

The Poison King's movents beca even faster. For a martial artist who had already reached the pinnacle, what could be more enjoyable than eting an interesting opponent?

"Try blocking this too."

The Poison King narrowed the distance and waved his hand. A dagger rushed out from his sleeve.

To block this, Cheon Woojin slightly moved the Crescent Moon Staff.

At that mont, the dagger multiplied into two in mid-air.

It was too early to be surprised. The two daggers multiplied into four, then eight, then sixteen in an instant.

It was realistically impossible to block sixteen daggers that had multiplied at such a close distance.

The Poison King stared intently with an expression that said, "What will you do?"

Cheon Woojin frowned slightly. He imdiately swung the Crescent Moon Staff roughly and deflected half of the daggers.

At the sa ti, he poured out palm force with his left hand. However, it was impossible to deflect all the daggers thrown with determination with just palm force.

One dagger broke through the palm force and embedded itself in Cheon Woojin's shoulder.

At that mont, a long sigh echoed in the arena.

The Poisonous Hand's face, in particular, turned completely white.

All of the Poison King's daggers were coated with extre poison.

"..."

In the silence.

Cheon Woojin looked at the dagger embedded in his shoulder.

The Poison King, standing at a distance, also did not attack further. If the dagger had not just grazed him but had dug in that deeply, there would be no way to save that child even if a Divine Doctor were present.

A short ti passed.

Cheon Woojin was still standing there blankly.

A question arose on the Poison King's face.

Why isn't that guy dying? Does he have a constitution where the poison spreads slowly?

That was his expression.

The question soon turned to disbelief.

The disbelief then led to bewildernt.

After several emotions crossed his face.

Finally, the Poison King's expression hardened.

It was a ti when the poison should have already spread and then so, yet Cheon Woojin was standing there perfectly fine, blinking his eyes.

"...Don't tell

you have achieved that state!"

The Poison King's voice trembled slightly. Although his mind was not sound, as a martial artist who dealt with poison, how could he not react to that state?

Everyone present understood the Poison King's words. It was a state that the martial artists of the Tang family had longed for their entire lives while simultaneously fearing it.

"Poison Immunity!"

Tang Bicheon, who had thought the Poison King would crush Cheon Woojin right away, shouted, unable to hide his bewildernt.

Cheon Woojin silently pulled out the dagger. Perhaps because it was known that he was immune to poison, the martial artists of the Tang family, including the Poisonous Hand and the Poison King, watched with stiff expressions.

Cheon Woojin threw the pulled-out dagger to the ground. He then broke the suffocating silence and said in a low voice.

"There's no poison on it."

The Poison King's pupils trembled.

He then took out a dagger from his bosom and looked at it intently. He even lightly touched the dagger to the tip of his tongue.

There was no poison on it.

"..."

The Poison King was bewildered. He definitely applied poison to his daggers every night before going to sleep. However, he did not know. That the last night he rembered was actually a night from several years ago.

But he could not say that he had made such a foolish mistake in front of these many young martial artists.

"You truly are immune to poison."

"...?"

Cheon Woojin made a bewildered expression. It was true that he had achieved poison immunity as a child, but...

'There was no poison on it in the first place.'

Regardless, the Poison King suddenly leaped into the air. At the sa ti, everyone's gaze turned to him.

Although there was a brief awkward silence, the fact that he was an absolute master of the Transcendent Realm did not change.

"D-dodge!"

The Poisonous Hand shouted in horror. The aning of the Poison King's posture in the air was clear. The ultimate technique that only a handful of people in the history of the Tang family had mastered, the Ten Thousand Flowers Rain.

It was different from the half-baked version that Tang Bicheon had unfolded before. This wide battlefield was already engulfed by his presence.

While dozens of martial artists were crushed by his presence and unable to move, three martial artists flew towards Cheon Woojin.

The Poisonous Hand, who knew the fear of the Ten Thousand Flowers Rain better than anyone, and Cheon Woojin's superiors, Zhuge Lin and Cheol Jiak.

Cheol Jiak, in particular, threw himself even though it was a miracle that he was still breathing. He would not be able to block the Poison King's Ten Thousand Flowers Rain. However, he intended to take all of it with his large body in place of the youngest.

However, the martial artist of the Transcendent Realm with dentia was much faster than the three desperate martial artists.

Before they could even take their second step, hidden weapons rushed down from the Poison King's figure in the air. Dozens of streams of hidden weapons multiplied in number as they fell towards Cheon Woojin.

The hidden weapons, which instantly beca hundreds, filled the sky black like a downpour.

"Damn it!"

The Poisonous Hand hurriedly poured out his palm force. Since he could not reach directly, his intention was to reduce the power of the Ten Thousand Flowers Rain. Zhuge Lin also unleashed her sword ki.

However, Cheon Woojin, the person in question, just stood still and looked at the rain of blades pouring down on him.

'This is the Ten Thousand Flowers Rain.'

There were a few martial arts of the Orthodox, Unorthodox, and Demonic factions that his masters had acknowledged, and one of them was the Ten Thousand Flowers Rain.

Cheon Woojin recalled his masters' mories and put away the Crescent Moon Staff. That appearance looked like a transcendent attitude of accepting death, so a faint smile ford on the Poison King's lips.

However, Cheon Woojin, who had put away the Crescent Moon Staff, took out a fan from his bosom. It was the Crane Feather Fan, the unique weapon of the White Master.

- Woojin, if you ever face the flower rain of the Tang family, never face it head-on. Just let the wind flow.

- This ti, that White family guy is right. A rare occurrence.

A strange smile ford on Cheon Woojin's lips. Even in a situation where hundreds of streams of hidden weapons cast a shadow of death, he would naturally smile when he thought of his masters.

Soon, the Crane Feather Fan shook. The wind gathered at the tip of the fan moved forward. It was such a slow and gentle movent that it seed like it would be torn apart in front of the fiercely falling iron rain.

"No!"

Soone's cry was soon buried by the sound of the heavy rain.

Tadadadadak!

Like a thick rain shower hitting a roof during the rainy season, hundreds of streams of hidden weapons struck the ground. Cheon Woojin's figure disappeared within that rain of blades.

The Poisonous Hand and Zhuge Lin, who were running, stopped helplessly.

Cheol Jiak, who had been holding on with only his ntal strength and the sense of duty to save his subordinate, collapsed completely.

No matter how strong Cheon Woojin was, he could not have survived the ultimate technique unfolded directly by the Poison King.

A terribly heavy silence descended on the arena.

The Poison King, who had perfectly unfolded the Ten Thousand Flowers Rain, also landed on the ground. Even the Poison King could not unfold the Ten Thousand Flowers Rain consecutively. It was because it was an ultimate technique that consud an absurd amount of internal energy.

Everyone, including the Poison King, looked at the place where Cheon Woojin had been standing. Nothing could be seen due to the thick dust.

It was then.

The dust swirled and gathered at one point.

Seeing this, the Poison King's eyes widened.

Soon, a gust of wind rushed towards the Poison King.

The greatly alard Poison King hurriedly raised his protective ki to protect his body. However, the gust of wind tore apart even his protective ki and injured his body.

The Poison King's pupils trembled. Even the Sword King, Namgung Byeok, who was called his lifelong rival, had never injured his body.

Moreover, this current gust of wind was roughly stimulating sothing deep in the Poison King's mory.

But the surprise did not end there.

"Sichuan's Flower Rain."

The Poison King's eyes widened as if they would pop out. A wind where softness and strength coexisted. And that displeasing nickna. Crucially, even the clear ki that was pressing down on his shoulder.

"S-senior...?"

In an instant, the Poison King's mind cleared. The gust of wind, which he had feared and at the sa ti missed, had even cleared away the fog that had clouded the Poison King's mind.

Soon, the gust of wind that had stirred the arena disappeared in an instant. Then, the scene of the battlefield was revealed in its entirety.

Cheon Woojin was still standing in the sa spot. Hundreds of hidden weapons were embedded in the ground, but surprisingly, only the hidden weapons at his feet were lying down.

Just as the White Master had said, he had simply carried the wind and made it touch the flower rain. He had gently laid the hidden weapons down without deliberately pushing or striking them.

The hidden weapons that poured down in a straight line were weapons that pierced human skin, but the hidden weapons that fell horizontally to the ground were no different from iron chopsticks.

However, for the Poison King, who the young Martial Alliance mber in front of him was, was more important than the fact that his ultimate technique, the Ten Thousand Flowers Rain, had been broken.

The Poison King looked at Cheon Woojin with trembling eyes and then spoke.

"...Don't tell

you have achieved Reversion to Youth."

At that mont, everyone realized.

It was because the fact that Cheon Woojin's master was the White Flower Sword Immortal had already been revealed at the martial arts tournant.

Cheon Woojin silently approached the Poison King. The Poison King looked at Cheon Woojin and the Crane Feather Fan with a tense face. Both of them had lost their fighting spirit and killing intent.

Soon, the two stood face to face at a close distance.

Everyone's eyes widened at Cheon Woojin's next action.

Cheon Woojin cupped his fists while holding the Crane Feather Fan.

"I am Cheon Woojin, the disciple of the White Flower Sword Immortal."

"You are his disciple?"

The Poison King's pupils were clearer than ever.

The mory of the White Master, which had been buried deep inside, ca to mind, and his illness was alleviated for a short ti.

"My master told

to inform the five immortals of his passing, and one of them was Sichuan's Flower Rain."

"..."

In an instant, deep sadness flashed in the Poison King's eyes.

However, the lingering feeling was not long. How many deaths must have been by his side until he was called the Poison King?

The Poison King, who had collected his emotions, said in a low voice.

"Was the Beili Tian Alliance Leader also among those five?"

"Yes, he was the sword slower than a turtle."

A faint smile ford on the Poison King's lips. The White Master senior had always teased him like that, and the image of that foolish Beili Tian guy swinging his sword all night while fuming was still vivid in his eyes.

Although they were respected and feared as the supre beings of the martial world, the Poison King missed the youthful days of his youth when he did not know what would happen next.

"Then, the Namgung family head?"

Cheon Woojin closed his mouth.

The sword slower than a turtle, Beili Tian Alliance Leader.

The ancient tree of Mount Song, Great Monk Beopjin.

Sichuan's Flower Rain, Poison King Tang Myeonghak.

There were two people he had not yet visited. Judging from their nicknas, it was not the Sword King.

The Poison King, who realized that silence was a denial, smiled with satisfaction.

The Poison King looked at Cheon Woojin's appearance for a while. Perhaps he was projecting the young days of the White Master.

The Poison King's gaze, which had been eting Cheon Woojin's in silence for a while, slowly sank.

He then turned around. Behind him stood his son and the culprit of this incident, Tang Bicheon, with a bewildered face.

(End of Chapter)