The Youngest Member Chapter 127

An elder of the Qingcheng Sect had died in a single move.

A silence, heavy to the point of being suffocating, flowed through the area.

Not only the Inspection Hall mbers, the gathered Taoists, and the elders, but even the Sect Leader, Qinghe Zhenren, were at a loss for words at the sight.

But unfortunately.

Cheon Woojin had no intention of even allowing them that silence.

With a single sound of tearing through the air, people ca to their senses.

It was when Cheon Woojin was already rushing towards the elders.

'This...!'

Qingbi, the junior brother of Qinghe Zhenren and Qingyun, was startled and raised his sword. The speed of the hidden dragon rushing towards him was so fast that it was difficult to even follow with his eyes.

Therefore, he just swung his sword, relying on his senses.

Even though the Crane Feather Fan and the sword collided, a tallic sound was heard.

Cheon Woojin, who had risen into the air using that impact, admired in a low voice.

"Your senses are the best."

Naturally, it did not sound like a complint to Qingbi.

The pain in his wrist had not yet subsided, but Cheon Woojin, who had risen into the air, fell down at a terrifying speed.

The Buddhist martial art, the Thousand-Pound Drop, had a similar profundity, but it was much faster and more powerful than when he had seen the monks of Shaolin use it before.

A tallic sound rang out again. Qingbi felt a sense of relief that he had blocked it again, even though his wrist was in so much pain that it felt like it would break.

But it was a delusion.

The Crane Feather Fan, which had been folded all along, opened up while in contact with the sword blade. At the sa ti, Qingbi felt as if all the air in the world was gathering around him.

Of course, it was not just a baseless feeling.

Huung, with a sound of tearing through the air as if a huge explosion had occurred, the gathered wind diced Qingbi's entire body.

Wind-Gathering Stone-Crushing.

Like its na, which ant gathering the wind to crush rocks, Qingbi's entire body was torn to shreds by hundreds of blades.

"K-kuaaaak!"

Qingbi let out a scream full of pain. The Sect Leader and the elders tried to approach to save him, but Cheon Woojin did not even allow that.

Just by lightly shaking the Crane Feather Fan, he pushed their figures in all directions.

Qingbi seed to be holding on at first, but as the long wounds on his body increased, the focus in his eyes gradually disappeared.

When his screams had completely subsided, the wind that had been gathering finally beca a gentle breeze and scattered softly.

"..."

In an instant, two elders had died.

Cheon Woojin stood tall and looked around.

The Qingcheng Sect and the Gu family were certainly different. Even though he had torn the family head to death in front of their eyes, no one in the Gu family had tried to attack him.

But the Qingcheng Sect was not. As he killed them one by one, a deeper and thicker killing intent filled the eyes of the Taoists.

The Sect Leader, Qinghe Zhenren, said as if spitting out the words.

"Can you really handle it?"

"What."

Cheon Woojin asked back calmly.

However, no answer ca back.

Qinghe Zhenren just gave an order in a low voice. To kill that fellow who had dared to enter the middle of the Qingcheng Sect and insult his senior and junior brothers, his master and disciples.

At the sa ti, all the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect exuded their ki.

If two or three masters exuded their ki, they could make an ordinary person kneel, and if ten masters exuded their ki, they could even freeze a tiger.

So what would the pressure be like if hundreds of martial artists poured out their ki all at once?

Not only Jinun, Song Yiyeon, and Namgung Jin, but even Zhuge Lin and Cheol Jiak found it hard to breathe. It even felt as if they had been left alone in a place with no air.

At that sight, Cheon Woojin clicked his tongue.

There is truly no way to deal with the Qingcheng Sect.

Cheon Woojin, for once, swung the Crane Feather Fan wide. At that, a gust of wind, on a different level from the wind he usually showed, began to swirl around the area.

The energy poured out by hundreds of Taoists collided with the gust of wind and was torn to shreds.

A huge collision of ki continued, and Mount Qingcheng, no, the whole world, shook violently.

In that turbulent situation, two people rushed towards each other.

Naturally, it was Cheon Woojin and the Sect Leader, Qinghe Zhenren.

Qinghe Zhenren's sword was also different from that of the elders. In any case, as a master representing a faction, he seed to be close to Heaven Beyond Heaven.

But being close ant that he had not reached it.

How could the Sect Leader of the Qingcheng Sect handle Cheon Woojin, who had just exchanged blows with the Black and White Masters?

Qinghe Zhenren's sword cut through the air. He thought for a mont that he had cut Cheon Woojin's figure, but there was no sensation in his hand.

After one attack failed, the distance had beco so close that they were looking into each other's eyes.

Qinghe Zhenren, who t his eyes, flinched. An intimidating pressure that he had not even felt from the Alliance Leader bound his entire body.

Cheon Woojin just swung the Crane Feather Fan with his usual calm eyes.

But in Qinghe Zhenren's eyes, that small fan felt like the sword of punishnt wielded by the Sword Immortal, Lü Dongbin.

Only then did Qinghe Zhenren realize. Why people had given the title of White Flower Sword Immortal to the greatest hero of the previous generation.

'He is literally a Sword Immortal.'

That was his last thought.

Until the mont he died, there was no self-reproach, no regret, no lingering feelings.

Of course, Cheon Woojin did not expect such emotions from such a person either.

The Crane Feather Fan just calmly brushed his neck, and soon his head and torso were separated, spraying blood. Even that blood was quickly scattered by the surrounding gust of wind.

Even after the Sect Leader's death, the gust of wind did not subside.

The entire Mount Qingcheng was covered in terrible and ugly sins.

It had been like that since the previous generation. The gust of wind from the Crane Feather Fan never stopped until it had completely annihilated all evil.

* * *

About an hour had passed.

The gust of wind, which had been so fierce that one could not see an inch ahead, gradually subsided.

Everyone was at a loss for words at the sight that was revealed.

The Qingcheng Sect was no more.

The buildings that had stood in one place for a long ti, the large and magnificent gate, the long walls, the plaque with 'Qingcheng' written in clear handwriting, and the hundreds of Taoists who had filled this space. Everything had disappeared, and only the site remained, telling that the Qingcheng Sect, a mber of the Nine Sects, had been here.

The Inspection Hall mbers, left alone in the wide site, could do nothing but be surprised.

At the fact that the Qingcheng Sect had disappeared in just an hour, at the fact that he had perford such an unrealistic ultimate technique for a whole hour.

And also, at Cheon Woojin's attitude, which was no different from usual.

"Hall Master."

At the voice of Cheon Woojin, who had shaken off the Crane Feather Fan, Cheol Jiak snapped to his senses. He tried to hold it in, but he couldn't help his body trembling slightly.

It was a primal fear that all humans have. Moreover, it was even more so because Cheon Woojin was covered in the bright red blood of hundreds of people.

Cheon Woojin looked at such a Cheol Jiak intently.

Only then did Cheol Jiak manage to say what he had to say.

"...The first mission of the Inspection Hall was a success."

No one was happy.

Even if they were enemies, how could they express joy in a place where hundreds of people had been slaughtered?

Even Namgung Jin, who usually didn't care about what others thought, was silent. Especially the expression of Jinun, who was also a Taoist, was truly complicated.

Of course, he had no intention of criticizing Cheon Woojin's actions at all. It was the Qingcheng Sect who had done what humans should not do, and who had attacked to kill first.

However, the fact that those who had cultivated the Tao had turned into such monsters just made the heart of a Taoist bitter.

Just as everyone was sorting out their emotions.

Cheon Woojin's gaze turned towards the bottom of Mount Qingcheng.

A group of people were climbing the mountain in a great hurry. A flag was fluttering above their heads, and the character 'Alliance' was clearly visible.

It seed to be the person who had continuously ignored the reports of the people of Dujiangyan under the influence of the Qingcheng Sect.

A man with a rather chubby build ca up, panting, looked at the traces where the Qingcheng Sect had been for a mont, and then turned his body and began to go down again.

"I've co to the wrong place."

Of course, there was no way that was true.

How many tis had he climbed Mount Qingcheng?

As the branch master of the Sichuan branch of the Martial Alliance, he had consistently interacted with the Qingcheng Sect, the Ei Sect, and the Sichuan Tang family, and he was particularly close with the Qingcheng Sect because their values matched well.

'Crazy, this is crazy!'

He cursed inwardly.

When he first heard the report from his subordinate, he was so dumbfounded that he had hit the guy on the head.

The Qingcheng Sect was receiving heavenly punishnt. No, you have to make sense in this day and age.

But since there were more than one or two guys who were spouting such nonsense, he had no choice but to visit Mount Qingcheng.

But what was this?

It wasn't just heavenly punishnt; it was as if the Jade Emperor himself had descended and beaten them all up.

What kind of crazy people had attacked the Qingcheng Sect?

The Sichuan Tang family? No, the Tang family didn't have the strength for that yet.

The Ei Sect? That's not it either; the Ei Sect was the most moderate of the Nine Sects.

Then did the Black Fortress or the Demonic Cult appear?

In any case, what was certain was that he had to get out of this damn scene as soon as possible. He kept feeling an anxiety that he would get involved in sothing irreversible.

Just as the branch master was continuing to hasten his steps.

Thud.

A man who had fallen from the sky blocked his path.

The branch master, who had been startled and had fallen backward, blinked his eyes and said without thinking.

"B-Blood Demon?"

At the sight of him covered in so much thick blood that his features were hard to recognize, no other word ca to mind but Blood Demon.

Cheon Woojin said as if he was dumbfounded.

"By any chance, are you the branch master of the Sichuan branch?"

The branch master was busy thinking even in that short mont.

He was a man with good intuition. That's why he had been able to occupy the top position, even if it was just a branch.

His intuition was constantly warning him.

Deny it. Say you don't know any branch master.

"B-branch master? What's that?"

"No? But why did you bring the Martial Alliance flag?"

The branch master cursed the martial artist who was waiting a little below with his eyes. That stupid bastard was still blinking his eyes without folding the flag.

Since it had co to this...

"Ah, I misheard. Yes, I am the branch master. But who are you?"

He lowered his voice as much as possible.

Also, he stood up as if he had never fallen and exuded a little bit of ki. In any case, the branch master of the Martial Alliance was by no ans a low position. Moreover, although he was a little chubby, he had a good build and looked quite strong.

"Hah, didn't I ask? Who are you!"

In fact, his martial prowess was not very high, but he had decided to use the common prejudice of people.

However, the opponent was very wrong.

"I am Hidden Dragon Unit Commander Cheon Woojin."

"Ah, you were a mber of the Martial Alliance?"

For so reason, the branch master let out a sigh of relief.

Then he put strength in his eyes. Even if the opponent was a martial artist from the main branch, how dare a re commander hold his head up high in front of a branch master?

As he was thinking so and was about to say sothing sharp, the words he had just heard ca to his mind again.

'Wait, Hidden Dragon Unit Commander?'

Hidden Dragon Unit, Hidden Dragon Unit...

In an instant, the branch master's eyes widened as if they would pop out.

He had said it was unfamiliar, but wasn't it a new ard unit recently established at the main branch?

Moreover, the Alliance Leader and the Chief Strategist had pushed for its establishnt, even suppressing the fierce opposition of the elders of the grand eting...

Wait, it was already clear that the Qingcheng Sect had strongly opposed it at that ti.

"N-n-no way. For the grudge from that ti?"

The branch master, without anyone telling him to, naturally continued his delusion.

He was said to be the disciple of the White Flower Sword Immortal.

Naturally, he would have many connections in the martial world.

So, he had used those connections to make the Qingcheng Sect like this. Who was behind it? Co to think of it, there was a rumor that he had been to the Black Fortress a while ago...

His delusion did not last long.

Because soone who had approached had roughly hit him on the back of the head. He had almost fallen forward because of how hard he had been hit.

Nevertheless, the branch master did not get angry. He was not stupid enough to get angry at the person who was suspected of being behind the disappearance of the Qingcheng Sect.

The branch master cautiously turned his head.

"C-Cheol Jiak?"

Cheol Jiak and the branch master, Wang Yupyeong, had joined the alliance at the sa ti.

(End of Chapter)