The Youngest Member Chapter 126

At Cheon Woojin's question, the Taoists exchanged glances.

Soon, they widened their distance a little, confird their spacing, and even drew their swords.

It was a type of sword formation. A sword formation for facing a single master.

At that sight, Cheon Woojin felt a strange feeling.

He had felt many tis that the Righteous Path was not exactly as his master, White Master, had described.

But for the Taoists, who were said to be the most upright and respected in the Righteous Path, for those young ones, to draw their swords before a corpse.

What was this feeling?

Cheon Woojin thought for a mont and soon realized it was the intent to kill.

Cheon Woojin, who had been looking at them for a mont, put away his Crescent Moon Staff.

For so reason, when facing them, he wanted to exist not as the disciple of the Black Master, but as Cheon Woojin, the disciple of the White Flower Sword Immortal.

The unfolded Crane Feather Fan t the air of the Qingcheng Sect and let out a cry as if it were disgusted.

A white, noble energy dyed the Crane Feather Fan white and then overflowed, blooming around it like a heat haze.

One of the Taoists who saw this said.

"Go and bring the elders."

Even though they were young, they were also proper martial artists of the Qingcheng Sect.

They had instinctively realized that he was a master they could not face.

The youngest Taoist, who had received his senior brother's order, began to run back the way he had co in a hurry.

"I did not give permission."

The Crane Feather Fan fluttered.

As always, a gentle breeze gathered around it.

The speed of the Taoist who was running as if fleeing in a hurry gradually slowed down. It was definitely a gentle breeze, but his body kept being pushed back as if he were facing a huge typhoon.

Soon, he returned to his original spot.

The Taoists who watched the scene lost their will to fight.

How could they face him when they couldn't even overco this gentle breeze he had created?

'I should at least shout to the elders...'

But the Taoist could not continue that thought either.

His mouth would not open. To be precise, he couldn't do anything, as if his whole body was frozen. Eventually, even breathing beca difficult.

"I will pray that you et my masters in death."

Cheon Woojin, who had spoken calmly, swung the Crane Feather Fan.

Crane Wind Annihilation.

Soon, a gust of wind, incomparable to any before, rushed out from him like blades.

The white gust of wind cut everything around it.

Once, twice... it cut and cut again, an uncountable number of tis. It was as if tens of thousands of blades were dicing the entire area.

The ancient trees that must have stood in this place for hundreds of years were turned to dust and scattered, and the statue of an immortal, whose original purpose was unknown, was also ground to pieces.

In such a situation, the Taoists could not hold on. Their limbs, necks, chests, and entire bodies were torn by the blades. The gust of wind was so fierce that even their death screams were torn apart.

When the gust of wind that had raged for a while subsided.

Only Cheon Woojin and the corpses were left in the area.

Surprisingly, in that gust of wind where even the ancient trees and statues could not hold on and were annihilated, the corpses were without a single wound.

Cheon Woojin looked at them for a mont.

The expressions on the faces of the corpses, buried in a tangled ss like a ball of yarn, looked so pained. They were just common people who had struggled to live day by day.

"Why did you do it?"

It was a question directed at the White Master.

Could his master have been unaware of this dual nature of the Righteous Path? There was no way. He must have known it better than anyone.

But why had he always emphasized only the bright side of the Righteous Path to him, his disciple?

He must have known that his disciple would see various aspects of the Righteous Path when he went out into the world.

As of now, Cheon Woojin could not understand the reason at all.

"Commander Cheon!"

"Young Master Cheon! You disappeared so suddenly, how much..."

The steps of Zhuge Lin and Song Yiyeon, who had rushed over, gradually stopped. Their gazes were on the corpses.

The expressions of the Black Tortoise Unit mbers, Jinun, and Namgung Jin, who arrived afterward, were not much different from theirs.

"They are the people of Dujiangyan. We must return them to the arms of their families. But before that."

Cheon Woojin's hand, holding the Crane Feather Fan, tightened.

He would normally follow the White Master's will and guide them, but the Qingcheng Sect had gone far beyond that level.

* * *

"Hahaha! Yes, is the Alliance Leader in good health?"

"Yes, is he soone who would catch a cold? He still cos out an hour earlier than the alliance mbers and runs."

Laughter blood between the two.

However, neither Qinghe Zhenren's nor Cheol Jiak's laughter contained much sincerity.

The tea between them was also untouched.

"By the way, about the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander."

"Ah, that fellow Woojin."

Cheol Jiak beca tense. It was because the person who had most vehently opposed making Cheon Woojin the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander at the grand eting was Qingxuan Zhenren of the Qingcheng Sect. He was in a master-disciple relationship with the Sect Leader, Qinghe Zhenren.

"Well, I'm sorry about that. In fact, how could soone with Commander Cheon's skills walk at the sa speed as an ordinary person? Also, being the disciple of the White Flower Sword Immortal, the justification is also sufficient."

"That is true, but..."

Cheol Jiak was still wary of Qinghe Zhenren. After knowing that the Qingcheng Sect was involved in such a heinous act, he had no trust in any of the words that flowed from that benevolent mouth.

"Please understand. That child Qingxuan was quite close with the deceased Zhuge Seong. Of course, Zhuge Seong was not a very good person. However, how can a person's heart move only by right and wrong?"

"Haha..."

"Congratulations. In any case, since you have such a good subordinate under you, all that's left is to rise endlessly."

Surprisingly, Qinghe Zhenren sincerely congratulated Cheol Jiak.

In fact, after Tang Bicheon's death, he had given up all thoughts related to the Righteous Heaven Alliance. He just planned to live quietly attached to the alliance.

'So it wouldn't be bad to have a good relationship with this fellow who will hold power in the future.'

Of course, Cheol Jiak was just a ans. A ans to connect the disciple of the White Flower Sword Immortal and the Qingcheng Sect.

Of course, it was a thought he could have because he believed the Inspection Hall still knew nothing.

Cheol Jiak laughed awkwardly.

Qinghe Zhenren threw away the cold tea, refilled it with warm tea, and offered it.

It was then.

Thud.

The door opened, and a man entered.

Qinghe Zhenren, who had frowned for a mont, saw who it was and put on a benevolent smile again.

"Ah, Hidden Dragon Unit Commander. You've co at a good ti. We were just talking about you..."

The folded, blood-red Crane Feather Fan was embedded in Qinghe Zhenren's face.

Naturally, what had stained the Crane Feather Fan was the blood of the Qingcheng Sect Taoists.

Qinghe Zhenren, who had been hit in the nose, quickly stepped back and exuded his ki. It seed he had not obtained the position of the Qingcheng Sect's Sect Leader through play, as the furniture in the room vibrated from his energy.

Nevertheless, Cheon Woojin just said in a calm tone.

"Hall Master, I have found the corpses."

Cheol Jiak stood up from his seat. There was no longer a need to force a smile at this disgusting old man.

"Sect Leader, as the Inspection Hall Master of the Martial Alliance, I will now begin the inspection of the Qingcheng Sect. Please cooperate."

"...I don't know what you're talking about. Corpses? And Hidden Dragon Unit Commander, are you really mad?"

In the anti, a commotion arose outside as well.

"You bastards! How dare you block our way!"

"How dare re mbers of the Martial Alliance...!"

The elders of the Qingcheng Sect had gathered.

Nevertheless, the Inspection Hall mbers, led by Zhuge Lin, surrounded the Sect Leader's building and did not retreat a single step.

"All mbers of the Inspection Hall! From now on, no one is allowed to enter. If anyone tries to cross the line, you may cut them down."

Zhuge Lin shouted so, and the Inspection Hall mbers exuded their ki.

At that sight, the Qingcheng Sect elders had dumbfounded expressions. It looked as if a day-old puppy was blocking a tiger, not knowing its fear.

And it was true. No matter how strong the Inspection Hall mbers had beco recently, they could not face the elders of a Nine Sects.

They were people who had already reached the rank of masters more than a decade ago, and they were proudly listed among the top hundred masters of the martial world even in the current era.

The mont the enraged elders took a step with the intention of cutting down those who blocked them and entering.

The wall of the building was destroyed as if a thunderbolt had exploded.

The man who appeared, breaking the wall, was none other than the Sect Leader, Qinghe Zhenren. He was pushed back a long way even after breaking the wall with his back. Then, with his arms crossed, he vomited a handful of dark blood from his mouth.

"Cough!"

At that sight, the elders were greatly surprised.

"Sect Leader!"

"Senior Brother! No, what kind of worm...!"

Everyone looked at the hole in the broken wall.

Cheon Woojin walked out from the thick smoke.

The mont they t his gaze.

The elders, who had thought of the Inspection Hall mbers as day-old puppies and themselves as tigers, trembled. It felt as if a dragon was looking down on them.

Nevertheless, they could not just stand still.

Where was this place? It was the Qingcheng Sect, one of the nine great sects, the largest among the many powers of the Righteous Path.

Who were they? They were the greatest elders of that Qingcheng Sect, and the ones who would beco immortals following their predecessors.

"Kill him!"

One of the elders shouted.

At that, the elders, whose fear had been washed away for a mont, fiercely exuded their ki and rushed towards Cheon Woojin.

Six blue swords moved to kill one person, Cheon Woojin. The sword art of the Qingcheng Sect was as famous as that of the Mount Hua Sect and the Namgung family.

At that sight, the Sect Leader, Qinghe Zhenren, was dumbfounded. He wanted to shout "Stop!" but he couldn't open his mouth due to his shaken internal energy.

It was just one move. Just by exchanging one move with that young man, he, the Sect Leader of the Qingcheng Sect, had suffered a severe internal injury.

'They will die!'

Even while thinking so, Qinghe Zhenren could only watch as his junior brothers threw themselves with all their might into the pit of death.

There were a total of seven elders in the Qingcheng Sect. Excluding Qingxuan Zhenren, who was out as an elder of the Martial Alliance, six remained.

All six of them attacked Cheon Woojin at once.

However, Cheon Woojin did not move from his spot at all.

At that sight, the elders mistakenly thought that their opponent was crushed by their intimidating presence.

'He's still just a crouching hidden dragon!'

The elder who ran at the forefront, Qingyun, drew his blue sword long vertically.

It was the Qingfeng Sword Art, which the Qingcheng Sect prided itself on. Like its na, the sword blade that rushed in harmony with the wind had a very gentle atmosphere. However, countless masters in the history of the martial world had their bodies split in half because they had failed to see the single sharp edge within that gentleness.

The scariness of the Qingcheng Sect was just that. Because it was imbued with the profundity of 'movent in stillness,' if one responded by seeing only the gentleness, they were bound to see blood.

It was an even more difficult sword art to face, especially for inexperienced martial artists, but...

Qingyun's sword was blocked by a small fan.

For a mont, Qingyun's pupils trembled. Disbelief was deeply etched in his two eyes.

But he realized too late that he should not have given even that fleeting mont to Cheon Woojin.

The Crane Feather Fan, still unfolded, was drawn long from bottom to top. The pure white, blade-like energy that was emitted along that trajectory drew a vertical line on Qingyun's body.

Soon, a line of blood appeared on his body, and.

Qingyun's body split in half.

The death of a master of the Righteous Path, an elder of the Qingcheng Sect, was not special. Just a corpse split in half, lying on the floor, bleeding profusely.

"..."

On the contrary, that sight made people freeze.

The elders who were following also stopped and looked at their senior brother.

(End of Chapter)