The Youngest Member Chapter 25

Cheon Woojin waited with his eyes closed.

By the ti he had passed the age of learning while living with his two masters, his senses had already gone beyond the normal range.

Although he had his eyes closed, it was as if he could vividly see every single move happening in the room. He had perfectly replaced his sight with his hearing, sll, and touch, which were more developed than those of most spiritual beasts.

As the four Martial Alliance mbers fell into a deep sleep, intoxicated by the beauty poison, the courtesans exchanged glances.

Sothing was passed over the table.

His nose tingled, and he felt a sharp energy, so it seed to be a type of poisoned dagger. Considering the courtesans' attire, it was highly likely to be a hairpin.

How much ti had passed in the silence?

Whoosh-!

A courtesan thrust a hairpin towards Cheon Woojin's eyes. It was a montum completely opposite to the appearance that had captivated people with a thin smile.

If he didn't dodge, he would lose his sight in an instant. However, Cheon Woojin did not move at all.

'There is no killing intent.'

The courtesans' level was not that high. Therefore, Cheon Woojin trusted his senses.

Soon, the hairpin stopped in front of Cheon Woojin's eyelids.

"..."

A brief silence.

As the other courtesans nodded, the hairpin was retrieved.

Cheon Woojin realized that their role was to put them to sleep. He imdiately spread his senses wide and surveyed the surroundings.

Outside the tavern, a dozen or so martial artists were waiting, and among them, a middle-aged man with a particularly fierce aura was coming up to the room they were in.

'He's about forty.'

As ti passed, not only the body but also the aura aged. Of course, since it was a very slight difference, even considerable masters could not distinguish it unless their senses were exceptionally sharp.

However, Cheon Woojin was different. Even the Black and White Twin Elders had been amazed by Cheon Woojin's senses more than once or twice.

'To be at that level at the age of forty...'

He was a definite master. A master who could make a na for himself throughout the central plains. Also, although he was definitely not of the white path, his aura was sowhat confusing as to whether he was of the black path or the demonic path.

Such a person was targeting a Martial Alliance mber. It seed to be related to this mission.

By the way...

Cheon Woojin noticed that Song Yiyeon's aura was strange. Unlike the two who had fallen, the flow of his aura was too smooth.

In other words, it ant that he was acting like him.

Song Yiyeon's level was higher than Jang Woopyeong's and lower than Do Seonghwi's. How could he not have been affected by the beauty poison that had even taken down Do Seonghwi?

Cheon Woojin, who had been thinking for a mont, soon ca to a conclusion.

'He has learned the Boy's Art.'

The question he had had while watching Song Yiyeon all this ti was finally resolved. Song Yiyeon had always hidden his strength even at crucial monts. He had thought it was simply because he was not skilled, but now he saw that it was because of the weakness of the Boy's Art.

The Boy's Art was a martial art with clear advantages and disadvantages.

It was an advantage that its growth rate was as fast as a demonic art, and that it did not harm the body.

However, it was a big disadvantage that if you shared your energy with a woman, the internal energy you had accumulated your whole life would be scattered, and when you operated it at full power, your unique pure and clear internal energy would leak out.

There was no martial art in the world as easy to break as the Boy's Art. Because it would end if a woman skilled in ki techniques decided to inject her energy.

Therefore, those who had learned the Boy's Art never showed their full power to hide the martial art they had learned.

Of course, he also knew that there was ridicule in the world, such as calling a man who had learned the Boy's Art a eunuch.

'If he has learned the Boy's Art, he can't be affected by the beauty poison.'

How much ti had passed like that?

The door of the room opened and a man appeared. At the sa ti, the courtesans' breathing stopped. It ant that he was a fearso person to the point where it was difficult to even breathe carelessly.

"Have you confird?"

The middle-aged man's voice was as rough as his aura. A voice with a great echo, as if speaking in a cave, filled the room.

The flinching courtesans hurriedly bowed their heads and answered.

"Yes, we have confird it several tis."

"I see. Proceed."

As the man's words fell, a courtesan nodded and approached Jang Woopyeong. She gently stroked the back of Jang Woopyeong, who had fallen with his forehead on the table.

"Brother."

"Umm..."

Jang Woopyeong let out a silly smile even in that state.

"Brother, wake up. You promised to play with

all night."

"Umm, I did. I did."

Surprisingly, the sleeping Jang Woopyeong answered. Although his speech was mumbled like a person who was heavily drunk, a conversation was taking place.

Soon, the courtesan looked at the middle-aged man. As the middle-aged man nodded, the courtesan's hand that was stroking Jang Woopyeong gradually moved down.

"Brother, aren't you hot?"

"...Am I?"

"Yes, I'm so hot."

"I think so too."

Eventually, the courtesan's hand reached Jang Woopyeong's private parts. Although Jang Woopyeong frowned slightly, he did not push her hand away.

Soon, the courtesan slightly lifted his body.

Jang Woopyeong's eyes opened gently, but strangely, his gaze was cloudy and out of focus.

The courtesan smiled brightly and said.

"If you're hot, take off your clothes. That way I can help you."

Soon, Jang Woopyeong took off his top. His muscular upper body, covered in scars from training and missions, was revealed.

Jang Woopyeong did not stop there and took off more, layer by layer, and eventually beca completely naked.

The courtesans were not surprised at all even though they saw the man's body. As if this was not the first or second ti.

The courtesan who had undressed Jang Woopyeong looked at the middle-aged man.

"He seems to be completely drunk. Proceed."

As they proceeded with the work, there were guys who pretended to be drunk on poison. They had considered various thods to confirm this.

At first, they stabbed with a knife or a needle. However, an unfortunate incident occurred where even the guys they had tried so hard to get drunk woke up.

Later, they confird by asking secrets and getting answers. However, the extrely trained martial artists of the Martial Alliance or the black path tried to deceive them even in that state.

In the end, the thod they adopted was this.

Sha.

It was to confirm by giving a sha that a man, as a martial artist, would never be able to endure if he was sober.

Most martial artists had very strong pride, so they would rather die fighting than be in such a state while pretending to be drunk.

The courtesan, who had confird that Jang Woopyeong was completely drunk on the poison, finally sat him down and got to the point.

"Brother."

"Umm, what."

"Why did the Martial Alliance mbers who were heading to Jiangxi Province suddenly stop in Anhui?"

Jang Woopyeong answered with a stern expression even while drunk.

"Hmm, I don't know. How would I know the will of my superiors?"

The courtesan looked at the man as if she was in a difficult situation. The man shook his head and said.

"Keep going."

The courtesan once again stroked Jang Woopyeong's cheek and asked.

"Then what kind of mission did you have in Jiangxi Province?"

"I don't know that either."

"Is it perhaps because of the secret cave of the Giant Stone Monster?"

"Who is that..."

The courtesan let out a deep sigh. To think she had chosen such a stupid guy who knew nothing.

"What about the Black Tortoise Unit's mission?"

"To assist the Heavenly Tiger Unit."

"Hah, then what is the Heavenly Tiger Unit's mission?"

Perhaps because she was frustrated, the courtesan's pupils were sowhat sharp. However, there was no way to tell a fact that she didn't know even if she was beaten to death. Of course, it was even more so when she was drunk on poison and could only tell the truth.

"I don't know. I said I don't know. What do I know. I don't know."

"...This crazy bastard, really."

The mont the courtesan raised her arm to hit Jang Woopyeong's head.

The middle-aged man grabbed her wrist.

"Are you trying to wake him up?"

"...I-I'm sorry. Elder."

The courtesan hurriedly bowed her head. Jang Woopyeong had such a charm. A charm that made the person watching him angry for so reason, even though they knew.

The courtesan once again composed herself and continued her questions.

"Where exactly in Jiangxi Province is the mission being carried out?"

"Jiangxi Province is Jiangxi Province, what do you an where..."

"...No, I an. Hah."

Another courtesan woke up Do Seonghwi who was next to him and asked, but there was no harvest. Because the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander had not even told Cheol Jiak the contents of the mission.

The middle-aged man's gaze turned to Cheon Woojin and Song Yiyeon. Since even the two who seed to be seniors knew nothing, there was no probability that those two would know sothing.

The middle-aged man, who let out a sigh, said.

"You've chosen trash. Just kill them and bury them, and you guys leave this place for a while."

"Yes, elder."

Soon, the courtesans each took out a poisoned hairpin. In particular, the courtesan who had had a friendly conversation with Jang Woopyeong threw his clothes at his lower body as if she didn't even want to look at him.

"Brother, you're too drunk. Get up. I'll get you a room."

At that, everyone staggered to their feet. They were going to drag them away and kill them.

It was then.

"Wait."

The middle-aged man, who was about to leave the room, suddenly turned around and glared at Song Yiyeon.

"This guy, he's acting."

As he said so, he approached Song Yiyeon.

Song Yiyeon felt like his heart would explode. From the mont the middle-aged man appeared, he was sure that he could never face him.

So, he was planning to kill the courtesans as soon as he left the room and request support from the Martial Alliance.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man snatched the hairpin from a courtesan's hand and approached Song Yiyeon.

Song Yiyeon swallowed hard without realizing it.

Apart from his heart beating fast, he had no intention of just taking it. Song Yiyeon was also preparing to raise his internal energy to its full power.

The weakness of the Boy's Art would be revealed, but what was so important in the face of death?

Soon, the middle-aged man arrived in front of him, and.

"Hey."

A heavy voice called Song Yiyeon.

However, Song Yiyeon did not answer. He just bowed his head and waited for the man to swing the hairpin.

The biggest opening is usually created when attacking. In a situation where the difference in level with the man was very large, it would be the first and last chance.

Soon, the man, who let out a smirk, raised the hairpin with a cold face.

Song Yiyeon also reached for the chopsticks on the table that he had been watching all along. He was thinking of dodging the hairpin and then thrusting the chopsticks into the guy's side in one go.

However, before the man's hairpin could reach Song Yiyeon.

Before Song Yiyeon could even bend his waist.

There was a man who had moved before anyone else in the room.

Everyone's gaze turned to Cheon Woojin, who had slightly risen from his seat.

It felt like a very leisurely movent, but a strange phenonon occurred where he was faster than the two n who were determined to attack and ambush.

Cheon Woojin surveyed the situation in the room with a nonchalant expression. His original plan was to be dragged away by the courtesans and then torture them to find out the man's identity.

However, since Song Yiyeon had been caught, he had no choice.

Cheon Woojin, with a leisurely movent, passed the table, took Jang Woopyeong's clothes, and covered his body.

Soon, he showed his palm to the courtesan next to him.

"...?"

The courtesan tilted her head, not knowing what it ant.

Then Cheon Woojin said calmly.

"Give

the hairpin. I don't plan to kill you yet."

In other words, it ant that he would let them live if they surrendered.

At the clear aning contained in the words, the man and the courtesans burst into laughter at the sa ti.

They were mocking Cheon Woojin. This absurd situation was both dumbfounding and funny.

What could a newcor who had just joined the Martial Alliance do?

The middle-aged man shook his head and stealthily spun the hairpin on his finger.

"This is why, the Martial Alliance guys."

"..."

"The guys who have just joined have too much of a unique bluff. They're too drunk. Hey, brat."

Cheon Woojin looked at the man with a calm gaze.

The man continued with a smile on his face.

"Now that you've beco a Martial Alliance mber, do you feel like all the villains in the world will be afraid of you? Do you feel like we'll just crawl on the ground, begging you to spare us?"

"..."

"If I was just that kind of guy, I wouldn't have started this in the first place. Do you know what that ans? It ans I'm not afraid of the Martial Alliance. It ans I can tear your limbs to shreds and kill you right here."

Cheon Woojin stared blankly at the man who was spouting nonsense. It seed it was not his first ti eting a young Martial Alliance mber.

He was clearly aware of the common misconception that young rising talents who had just joined had, and the point where that misconception turned into fear, and was threatening him.

Cheon Woojin nodded his head.

"Who are you?"

Since it had co to this, he could just ask directly.

Of course, the man just let out a hollow laugh.

Cheon Woojin watched that laugh as if observing it, and then extended his hand to the courtesan again.

"Give it."

The courtesan's expression contorted. The smile that had captivated people was gone, and only a clear killing intent towards the opponent remained.

Soon, the mont the courtesan raised her hand to stab the hairpin in her hand into Cheon Woojin's brow.

Swoosh-!

The courtesan's pupils widened. A sound of wind arose, and her fingers were automatically straightened. Before she could even grasp what had happened.

Crack!

The hairpin pierced her forehead. Sticky blood trickled down from the hole in her forehead. Cheon Woojin, who had pulled out the hairpin, lightly pushed her body and knocked her back.

Crash-!

Her body overturned the table and collapsed. While that whole scene was unfolding, no one could open their mouth.

Soon, Cheon Woojin lightly shook off the blood on the hairpin and then looked at the man again.

"You won't be afraid. The disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son, the Giant Stone Monster. Would those who are looking for his secret cave be afraid of a re rising talent of the Martial Alliance?”

(End of Chapter)