The Youngest Member Chapter 105

Ha Inseong's laughter continued for a long ti.

Cheon Woojin and the bandits stared at him intently.

If everyone was staring at him and creating an uncomfortable silence, one would normally take the hint and stop, but Ha Inseong was not a man to be concerned with such things.

By the ti Ha Inseong had laughed his fill and stopped, the bandits, having received the Green King's order, had completely blocked the escape route and surrounded the two.

The Green King, Jo U-gwang, spoke.

"Who are you over there?"

He was endlessly contemplating whether to kill Cheon Woojin or not. As a guy who dared to commit such a massacre against the Green Forest, it was only right to kill him.

If he killed him and destroyed the evidence, the Martial Alliance wouldn't want to have an uncomfortable relationship with the Green Forest over a re low-ranking mber.

However, if there was a master nearby, or if the guy managed to escape alive and beco evidence, the story would change.

The Orthodox Path valued justice and justification. If an Alliance mber returned injured by the Green Forest bandits, the Martial Alliance would have no choice but to draw its sword and retaliate, whether they liked it or not. If they didn't, the Martial Alliance would lose its reason for existence.

So he was cautious.

In case the man this monster Cheon Woojin brought with him was another monster. Or in case he was connected to monsters.

Seeing him speak and act as he pleased without even batting an eye in front of three hundred bandits, it seed he had sothing to rely on.

As Ha Inseong pondered, the Green King asked again.

"You'd better answer carefully. The man next to you is an enemy of the Green Forest. And this is the main mountain of the Green Forest."

"Aha."

Ha Inseong nodded. He couldn't face the Green King. But Ha Inseong was a man born without fear.

The thought was short and the answer was quick.

"I am the general manager of the Woojin Security Escort Service. Nice to et you."

Saying so, Ha Inseong burst into laughter again.

Not only the bandits, but even Cheon Woojin looked at Ha Inseong as if he were absurd.

Wheee-!

Suddenly, a sharp sound of sothing cutting through the air was heard. Looking up at the sky, a single hawk was circling above the Cheonsu Fortress.

At that sight, the Green King, Jo U-gwang, smiled. It was no ordinary hawk. It was a spiritual beast raised by the Green Forest for generations. Circling so widely was a signal that it was safe.

"It seems you really ca alone. How fearless."

Jo U-gwang's tone changed at once. He had confird that if he killed them and destroyed the evidence for sure, he would be fine.

Jo U-gwang stretched his hand into the air. Then, a large bandit handed him a huge axe.

"Wow, he holds sothing bigger than his own body so well. The Green King is different, as expected."

Ha Inseong admired. Because Jo U-gwang's build was so small, the already large axe looked twice as big.

Soon, the three hundred or so bandits gathered in the spacious fortress all let out their montum at once. The individual martial prowess was significantly lower compared to the size of the organization.

After all, bandits were fundantally an organization created by common people who had a hard ti making a living, holding pickaxes and clubs. In the first place, formally trained martial artists did not beco bandits.

However, they could not be completely ignored.

As the history of the Green Forest was long, those who were called geniuses would occasionally appear. Like the current Green King.

The geniuses developed the martial arts of the Green Forest. Although it was not as good as the martial arts of a prestigious martial family, it was at least enough to make even a common person into a martial artist of a certain level if they learned it consistently.

The killing intent poured out by over three hundred martial artists at once was truly heavy. A martial artist with a low cultivation level might not even be able to withstand that energy and could have their body crushed like an insect.

In fact, Ha Inseong felt his breath quicken slightly. But he never showed it on the outside. He knew from watching his father that a battle of montum was important for a martial artist.

'Nine out of ten give up before even fighting.'

The Black Plaque Star Lord's fierce, demon-like atmosphere had sothing that overwheld people. Because Ha Inseong had grown up watching this since he was young, he could pretend to be calm even in this kind of energy.

Ha Inseong looked at the bandits who were narrowing the encirclent and asked.

"Head of the Escort Service, what will you do?"

Ha Inseong asked, mimicking the tone of a general manager of an escort service.

Cheon Woojin had already taken out his Crane Feather Fan.

"It seems there's been a misunderstanding, so we'll have to resolve it through dialogue."

"This isn't a situation for dialogue."

"We still have to."

Ha Inseong understood and nodded. In order to have a dialogue with the Green King, they had to deal with his subordinates first.

As long as Cheon Woojin's will was firm, Ha Inseong had no reason to hesitate either.

Puak-!

As Ha Inseong drew his pitch-black straight sword, he simultaneously cut the neck of the bandit in front of him. A luster like a dark cloud was faintly imbued in the blood-soaked blade. It was clear at a glance that it was a famous sword.

Cheon Woojin looked at Ha Inseong with new eyes. The smiling, talkative, and playful expression was nowhere to be found.

The mont he held the sword, he was a serious martial artist.

"I'll take the left, right, and rear. You handle the guys in front and the Green King. I'm honestly not confident."

Ha Inseong's tone also returned to normal.

In any case, the Green King, like his father the Black Plaque Star Lord, was a master who had reached the Transcendent Realm. Even if Ha Inseong was an overwhelming genius among his peers, he could not face him.

Cheon Woojin looked at Ha Inseong for a mont.

A moderate tension was imbued in his pitch-black blade. And yet, far from fearing the opponent, he was looking down on them leisurely as if hunting.

Sohow, he had a thought that the Black Master's younger days must have been just like this.

The bandits who had witnessed the death of their comrade in front of their eyes were enraged. Although they had lived their lives by taking and stealing from others, they couldn't stand it when others ca to their ho and caused a ruckus.

Soon, a dozen or so bandits rushed towards Ha Inseong, who had killed their comrade. In their hands were all sorts of weapons, from spears, clubs, and hand axes to pickaxes.

In an instant, Ha Inseong's eyes flashed.

The movents of the rushing bandits felt sluggish.

Although it was only a fleeting mont, a judgnt was made on who to cut first and who to kill later.

Ha Inseong followed the virtual fighting path drawn in front of his eyes, stepped his footwork, and swung his straight sword. He let the bandit at the very front pass and drew a straight line across the chests of the two guys behind him.

The mont the guys next to them felt bewildered, Ha Inseong's straight sword increased its speed and stabbed their chests.

He had cut down four bandits in an instant. However, Ha Inseong did not weaken or slow down in the slightest.

He just moved loftily and clearly, like a wolf running through a field at midnight.

A bandit whose thigh was shallowly cut let out a groan.

"Keoheok!"

At the sa ti, Ha Inseong's sword suddenly entered his open mouth. It pierced through the back of the bandit's head. As he was a martial artist of a relatively high level, he chose an efficient thod rather than forcing a single blow to kill him.

This was also included in the virtual fighting path that only Ha Inseong's eyes could see.

However, since the straight sword had pierced too deeply, it seed difficult to pull it out again or to cut with it as it was. The experienced bandits did not miss that gap. The remaining ten bandits rushed in at the sa ti.

In an instant, Ha Inseong let go of his sword.

At that, the flustered bandits stopped in their tracks.

It was too late. The palm force that Ha Inseong had poured out to the left and right smashed the heads of four more n.

He then pulled out the straight sword that was stuck in the bandit and swung it again. The pitch-black blade moved as if dancing in the air.

It drew a dazzling movent like a teor in the night sky, and wherever the straight sword passed, the bandit's blood splattered without fail.

Ha Inseong, who had cut down a dozen or so bandits in an instant, let out a short breath.

"Ha, I've killed fifteen now, right?"

The level of the bandits was not entirely low. If he fought them one-on-one, they wouldn't even be a one-second match, but the number of over three hundred was a burden even for Ha Inseong.

At the sa ti, he was expectant. He had a thought that in this situation, he would be able to see Cheon Woojin's martial prowess in its entirety.

It was right around then that he heard an explosion he had never heard before in his life.

Kwagagagagak-!

Ha Inseong was startled and looked in the direction where the explosion was heard. A truly unrealistic scene was unfolding.

The wind was visible. A faint white luster was clearly showing the flow of the wind.

That beautiful gust of wind swept through the bandits. Those who were touched by the gust of wind spewed blood as if they had been cut by the sharpest treasured sword in the world.

One person, five people, ten, twenty, forty...

Ha Inseong gave up counting.

He felt sowhat embarrassed. He had killed a dozen or so people in an instant and thought he was pretty cool, but a strange scene was unfolding next to him.

Soon, the gust of wind scattered in the air. When the sound of the wind that had been fiercely hitting his ears disappeared, a strangely long silence followed.

Ha Inseong was even more surprised after checking the condition of the fallen bandits. Not a single person was dead. Surprisingly, only the tendons of one ankle and wrist were precisely severed.

"What is this?"

Those words ca out naturally.

Could a person handle a gust of wind made up of dozens, hundreds of streams of wind so exquisitely?

Ha Inseong found it hard to believe even after seeing it with his own eyes. He had a thought that perhaps Cheon Woojin was not a human, but a Wind God who had descended from the sky.

Cheon Woojin looked at the scene he had created with his Crane Feather Fan hanging down. Sparing the bandits' lives was the benevolence of the White Master, and taking their hands and feet was the ruthlessness of the Black Master.

He had a thought that it was becoming increasingly difficult to find his way between the ideologies of his two masters.

Cheon Woojin looked at the Green King, Jo U-gwang.

The Green King, whose eyes t his, flinched.

How many masters had he faced until he was called a master of the Transcendent Realm? He had even killed the previous Green King to ascend to the position of Grand Chieftain.

Even Jo U-gwang, a martial artist who was so worn out, couldn't help but have his body stiffen at this current scene.

He suddenly rembered sothing he had heard a long ti ago.

- There's an old man who carries a sword wind with him. If you face him, don't even breathe and prostrate yourself on the ground. You must. Absolutely.

It was what the previous Green King had told him before Jo U-gwang had revealed his ambition to beco the Green King.

Jo U-gwang looked at Cheon Woojin with a serious face.

'He's not an old man...'

Had he achieved Reversion to Youth?

He couldn't believe that there were two or more such masters in the world.

Cheon Woojin walked towards him, thud, thud.

Jo U-gwang didn't even have the will to fight. It wasn't a matter of how strong the opponent was. He was also a man who had risen to his position by killing countless masters stronger than himself in his life.

However, looking into Cheon Woojin's pupils, he felt overwheld. He even had the illusion of being a prey in front of a tiger.

'If I fight, I die.'

His instinct as a martial artist warned him strongly.

Jo U-gwang trusted his gut.

"...I will. Talk."

Jo U-gwang tried his best to ignore the crumpled faces of so of his more belligerent subordinates. It was humiliating, but it was better than dying.

Cheon Woojin nodded. The White Master had said that the Green Forest bandits were surprisingly easy to talk to, and it was true.

As expected, his masters' words were rarely wrong.

Cheon Woojin put away his Crane Feather Fan. He then walked to within a close distance of the Green King and said in a calm tone.

"It would be good if you gave

the Spirit Deer Pill."

"..."

The Green King swallowed the curse that was about to co out with superhuman patience. The Spirit Deer Pill was the greatest treasure that the Green Forest boasted.

But, what the hell was he talking about, as if he were going to a tavern to pick up so alcohol he had left there?

"Ahem, that's a little difficult."

"Why."

"..."

The fact that he had to explain the reason was also absurd. However, most of the masters of the martial world had high ntal strength. The Green King controlled his emotions and explained the value of the Spirit Deer Pill.

Cheon Woojin, who had heard the explanation, said calmly.

"As expected. It was worth coming to find it. Now, please give it to ."

"..."

The Green King glanced at his axe, which he had set down next to him.

At that, Cheon Woojin took out his Crane Feather Fan. The Green King imdiately averted his gaze from the axe.

After a mont of silence, Cheon Woojin said.

"Of course, I don't intend to take it for free. My masters told

not to covet others' things without reason."

"Fuck! Is that sothing a bastard who charged in and slaughtered my kids should say! You dog-like demonic bastard!"

The Green King couldn't hold it in and spat out a curse.

And then, he made a face as if he had sensed his own death.

Of course, regardless, Cheon Woojin continued to speak calmly.

"I'll give you this instead."

What Cheon Woojin handed over was a pitch-black pill, smaller than the Spirit Deer Pill. Seeing this, the Green King's expression beca serious. The energy it exuded was truly gloomy and ominous.

It was clear at a glance that it was no ordinary object, so he asked carefully.

"What is this?"

"Well. I don't know the na. I picked it up too."

Gulp.

"No, how can you compare sothing you picked up on the street with the Spirit Deer Pill..."

"But the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son will like it."

In an instant, a silence fell over the spacious fortress. When a na that should never be uttered was called out so casually, no one could even breathe.

"D-dark Heaven..."

Even the Green King couldn't continue his words.

Regardless, Cheon Woojin placed the spirit pill he had obtained from the Demonic Doctor's body in the Green King's hand. Since the Dark Sky Ki was thickly concentrated in it, the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son would like it very much.

Of course, it was a useless object for Cheon Woojin. The Dark Sky Ki in his dantian was already at a level that would not be affected by such a spirit pill, and he couldn't give it to those around him either.

If soone who had not learned the Dark Sky Art were to take sothing like this carelessly, they would die, spewing blood from their seven orifices, before half a quarter of an hour had passed.

"Now, please give

the Spirit Deer Pill."

The Green King's head spun rapidly. He had an acquaintance with one of the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son. It was the Sword Demon, who was said to be able to cut anything in the world.

What if he could offer this spirit pill as a gift to him and gain his favor? Or if he could ask for a favor even once...

'It might not be a bad deal.'

It was true that the Spirit Deer Pill was a treasure of heaven, but the na value of the Sword Demon was by no ans inferior to it. If he really liked it, he would have the sharpest sword in the world in his hands.

The Green King, whose thoughts had reached that point, soon handed over the Spirit Deer Pill to Cheon Woojin.

Cheon Woojin, who had put it in his bosom, added a postscript.

"Now, everything between us is settled."

"..."

Alright, let's say the exchange of the Spirit Deer Pill and this strange spirit pill was equal. Then what about the Heungsan Fortress that you annihilated? What about these guys whose limbs you crippled?

Although he had such thoughts, the Green King ultimately could not spit them out.

"...Let's do that. I will forget about the matter of the Heungsan Fortress and the matter of now."

Cheon Woojin nodded as if satisfied. Thinking about it carefully, Young Master Song was with him when he subjugated the Heungsan Fortress. He was worried that they might use various things as a pretext to harm Young Master Song or the Anhui Song family.

"What, how anticlimactic."

Ha Inseong said as he put away his straight sword. In truth, although he said that, the martial prowess that Cheon Woojin had shown still remained as a lingering impression.

* * *

Cheon Woojin walked silently with Ha Inseong.

That silence was not particularly uncomfortable. It was because they had talked quite a lot and had even fought together.

Of course, that was Cheon Woojin's thought; Ha Inseong was different.

'Hmm, this is a little difficult.'

After seeing that unrealistic martial prowess, it had sohow beco difficult to joke around like before. Ha Inseong did not know. Since he had never felt it in his life, he did not know that that emotion was fear.

How long had they walked like that, with their different thoughts?

Cheon Woojin suddenly stopped walking.

"Uh, why?"

Ha Inseseong asked, pretending to be calm. However, Cheon Woojin, without answering, was looking in the direction of the Cheonsu Fortress with a serious face.

Just as he was about to beco curious.

Ha Inseong's face also hardened.

Soon, a gust of wind blew from the direction of the Cheonsu Fortress.

The wind carried a truly thick scent of blood.

(End of Chapter)