The Youngest Member Chapter 26

The air in the room changed in an instant.

The montum rising from the middle-aged man's body was so fierce that it made one's skin tingle.

"Do you know of the Giant Stone Monster?"

Cheon Woojin nodded his head. He knew about the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son, having heard about them from his two masters until his ears were worn out.

In particular, his Black Master had said that none of the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son would be helpful, so he should smash their heads on sight.

Cheon Woojin stared blankly at the man in front of him.

'Lacking.'

He was infinitely lacking to be a disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son. It was true that he had reached a high level for his age, but the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son were all beings who transcended common sense.

He could tell just by looking at his Black Master. The monstrous masters who were renowned throughout the world had visited their secluded ho several tis. Of course, it was rare for them to co just for a drink.

Most of them would glare at his Black Master as if they had t their mortal enemy.

- Woojin, you must not beco an adult like that when you grow up.

That was what his White Master would say every ti, looking at the back of his Black Master who was confronting those monsters.

Every ti, his Black Master would get angry, and the monsters would get even angrier, asking if he was ignoring them in front of them.

Of course, to the young Cheon Woojin who knew nothing, the whole scene just looked like a play.

As most plays go, justice prevailed. At that ti, Cheon Woojin's justice was his two masters.

"Who are you?"

At Cheon Woojin's question, the middle-aged man's expression contorted. His already rough-looking face beca even more threatening.

Seeing this, Song Yiyeon tried to sneak away with a crab-like walk but was caught by the man.

"Stop."

At the sa ti, Song Yiyeon froze and glanced at Cheon Woojin and the man.

Cheon Woojin's words continued.

"Young hero Song, co over here."

Song Yiyeon's crab-like walk resud. The courtesans looked at the scene as if it was absurd.

Suddenly, as Song Yiyeon passed by a courtesan.

Swoosh-! Thwack!

The courtesan collapsed with a hairpin pierced through her forehead.

Song Yiyeon scratched behind his ear as if embarrassed.

"Is this how you do it?"

While everyone had surprised expressions, only Cheon Woojin nodded nonchalantly.

"Correct. As expected, the young hero has good eyes."

"Hehe."

At the two's conversation, the middle-aged man's face turned red.

"You sons of bitches..."

Soon, a formidable montum that could not be compared to before erupted from his entire body.

Rumble-!!

All the furniture in the room trembled and was pushed outwards, centered on the man. A master who could push objects with just his montum.

For a mont, Song Yiyeon felt a chill run down his spine, but he had already hidden behind Cheon Woojin. For so reason, even though the opponent was a trendous master, he felt at ease here.

"Young hero Cheon, I have one question."

Song Yiyeon asked quietly. Of course, it was clearly heard by all the masters in this place.

As Cheon Woojin nodded, Song Yiyeon's words continued.

"Can you win? I think there are people outside too."

"Seventeen in total."

"Huh?"

"The martial artists surrounding this tavern."

Song Yiyeon frowned at the larger number than expected. He looked at the two seniors who still hadn't woken up from the beauty poison and said.

"Still, they're our seniors, so we can't just leave them."

"There's no need to."

Cheon Woojin, who had answered roughly, extended his hand to a courtesan again. Now there were two courtesans left in the room.

The mont the courtesan, with a terrified face, tremblingly handed the hairpin to Cheon Woojin.

Thwack-!

Her head burst like a waterlon. Blood and flesh splattered all over the wall.

The middle-aged man, who had smashed an adult's head in a single blow, strode towards Cheon Woojin.

Song Yiyeon said with a very urgent face.

"Young hero, are you sure you can win? To be honest, I feel like I'm about to piss myself a little..."

Cheon Woojin looked at Song Yiyeon as if he was strange. Despite his words, he showed no sign of fear in front of such a powerful master. It was strange that such a Song Yiyeon would lose his nerve only in front of Nangong Jin.

Of course, for now, the man approaching with a red face was more important.

As the man extended his hand into the air, a chopstick from the table was sucked into his palm. Soon, a barrier of energy ford over the chopstick.

Strong Ki. The level called a transcendent master, beyond the level of a sword ki master.

A man with a martial might that could be included in the hundred great masters of the central plains was approaching with a very threatening attitude.

Seeing this, Song Yiyeon's face turned slightly pale as he dragged the two seniors and placed them behind Cheon Woojin.

"What is your relationship with the Giant Stone Monster?"

Cheon Woojin asked. It was a formal tone that didn't seem very curious. The middle-aged man also had no intention of answering, so it seed their intentions matched.

The man who had co right in front of him raised the chopstick high without a word and brought it down.

Although it was a light movent, the nacing strong ki wrapped around the chopstick contained the power to cut even a decent lump of iron like tofu.

Cheon Woojin instinctively reached behind his back. However, he had left the Crescent Moon Staff at the Song family. He had carried it with him his whole life, and since this was the first ti, he felt a new feeling.

'Was that place comfortable?'

It seed that Song Yiyeon had beco a rather comfortable existence for Cheon Woojin at so point. Cheon Woojin, feeling a strange feeling, extended his palm into the air.

The man's lips twisted into a bitter smile.

"Blocking an attack wrapped in sword ki with your hand?"

Infinitely foolish.

Even his master, that person, could not do such a thing. It would be the sa even if the Dark Heavenly Son, whom he had only heard about in stories, or the Black Master, who was said to be the most outstanding among his disciples, ca.

Of course, it was just the man's thought.

The man brought it down even more fiercely, planning to crush Cheon Woojin's palm without a problem and then smash his head.

The mont the chopstick touched Cheon Woojin's palm.

Crack-!

The tip of the chopstick broke. In that short mont, the man felt perplexed. It seed the guy's external skill was better than he thought. But he couldn't block it completely. That was, even if the Dark Heavenly Son ca back to life...

Crunch-!

The chopstick, trapped between the man's montum and Cheon Woojin's palm, soon disappeared without a trace. The expression 'evaporated' was fitting.

The man's eyes widened. Regardless, Cheon Woojin lightly grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it.

Crack-

A strange sound ca from his wrist. Not only that, but his skin was twisting to the point of stretching.

"Kuaaak!"

The man scread. At the sa ti, the dozen or so martial artists who were waiting outside the tavern rushed in.

Cheon Woojin nonchalantly glanced at them and then waved his hand in the air. At that, the door of the room closed.

At that, the courtesans, the middle-aged man, and Song Yiyeon's eyes widened.

Void Object Manipulation. It ant a ki technique that could pull or push objects with just energy. Furthermore, he had accomplished the delicate movent of closing a door with Void Object Manipulation nonchalantly. This was sothing that even half of those who claid to be one of the hundred great masters could not do.

Suddenly, Cheon Woojin's calm voice rang out.

"The mont you open the door, you will witness the death of your leader."

It was a threat that was neither excessive nor insufficient.

However, everyone could feel that the plain words were very sincere.

No one dared to think of opening the door and coming in. Of course, not even the courtesan who was trapped inside.

Cheon Woojin put more strength into the hand that was still firmly gripping the man's wrist.

Crack, crack-!

It was a strange sound, as if sothing was snapping. The man also had experience breaking or crushing many people's bodies, but this was the first ti he had heard such a sound.

Soon, the man's wrist gradually shriveled like a drained pig's bladder, and...

Rip-!

The wrist was torn off by Cheon Woojin's grip.

"Uwaaak!!"

The man sat down, clutching his wrist, and let out a scream.

Cheon Woojin nonchalantly threw the wrist, then grabbed the man's hair and bent it back.

The man looked up at Cheon Woojin with tear-filled eyes.

"Who are you?"

It was the sa question as before.

However, it sounded different to the man.

The words he had dismissed as the bravado of a young Martial Alliance mber now felt like the last chance given by the grim reaper.

A rough conflict arose within the man. The desire to tell what he knew and beg for his life clashed with the reason that he could not betray his master.

Cheon Woojin also saw right through his inner thoughts.

So he decided to help.

"Young hero Song."

"Uh, uh..."

Song Yiyeon answered with a truly trembling voice. It was sothing he always felt, but his friend, young hero Cheon, seed to beco a different person, especially when dealing with villains.

Cheon Woojin's words continued.

"Give

the chopsticks."

As he said so, he extended his palm towards Song Yiyeon. Song Yiyeon's complexion turned pale as he saw that palm. Because the image of the courtesan dying because she didn't give him the hairpin was still vivid.

Song Yiyeon, who moved faster than anyone, gently placed the chopsticks on Cheon Woojin's hand.

Cheon Woojin, who had received it, flicked the chopsticks in the air and stared blankly at the man.

He seed to be thinking. The chopsticks pointed at the man's eyes, heart, dantian, and groin in turn.

At that sight, a chill ran down the man's spine. Combined with those emotionless eyes, a fear that he would be dismbered at any mont soared.

The mont the chopsticks, as if having decided their path, shot up.

"S-Sex Demon. He is my master!"

The man confessed his identity as if he was screaming.

Cheon Woojin nodded his head as if he had known.

"Well, among the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son, only the Sex Demon would choose this thod."

"W-what did you say..."

The man's eyes widened as he looked at Cheon Woojin. How on earth did a re low-ranking Martial Alliance mber know the inside stories related to the Dark Heavenly Son so well?

However, he was not given a chance to express his doubt.

The chopsticks fell rcilessly.

Eyes, heart, dantian, groin. It was none of them.

Rip-!

The man's entire body was split lengthwise from the top of his head to his crotch in a sitting position. Soon, blood soaked the floor, and Song Yiyeon turned his head and retched.

Cheon Woojin took a handkerchief from the table, wiped his blood-soaked face, and then threw it away nonchalantly.

When he turned his head, the one remaining courtesan was trembling in fear.

"Young hero Song."

"Uh, uh, what is it."

Song Yiyeon answered, trying hard to suppress his churning stomach.

Then Cheon Woojin asked.

"Should I spare this woman, or kill her?"

"Uh, that's..."

Song Yiyeon looked at the courtesan. She was looking at him with more desperate and pitiful eyes than when she had first co in to serve them.

Song Yiyeon was also a rising talent who had just taken his first step into the martial world, so he couldn't help but feel a sense of pity in his heart.

Of course, it was even more so because the martial art the courtesan had learned her whole life was one that moved people's hearts.

"Well, the really bad guy is the one who died over there..."

A ray of hope flashed across the courtesan's face.

Song Yiyeon's words continued.

"But anyway, it's true that she tried to kill us, so I think it's right to just kill her..."

The courtesan's complexion turned pale again.

Song Yiyeon couldn't choose and shook his head.

Then Cheon Woojin let out a smirk.

"Isn't young hero Song a Martial Alliance mber?"

"Ah, that's right!"

Song Yiyeon had a very surprised expression, as if he had discovered fire for the first ti.

It was right to hand over a villain to the Martial Alliance. However, he had beco so assimilated with young hero Cheon that he could only think of the options of killing or sparing.

Cheon Woojin's words continued.

"The Martial Alliance does not kill people easily. No matter how great a villain they are. I don't know if that is true good or evil."

"..."

As a philosophical story suddenly ca up, Song Yiyeon nodded his head with a serious face.

Cheon Woojin took the chopsticks from the table and approached the courtesan. The courtesan stepped back with a frightened face, but soon hit her back against the wall.

Soon, the chopsticks cut through the air.

A hole the size of a chopstick appeared on the courtesan's forehead.

The surprised courtesan raised her hands and covered her bleeding forehead. However, her hands were stained with too many sins, and she could not hold on to her already fading life.

Soon, the courtesan's figure collapsed to the floor.

"..."

Song Yiyeon looked at the scene with his mouth shut.

Cheon Woojin had killed her after reminding him of the role of the Martial Alliance once again.

It had a clear aning. It ant that Cheon Woojin's beliefs did not align with the Martial Alliance.

"Young hero Cheon..."

"I don't know yet either. Because my two masters were so different, I don't know which path to walk."

"..."

"But what is certain is."

Cheon Woojin looked around the room that had turned completely red and said.

"Whichever path I choose, I will have enemies. They will be quite strong and vicious. That enemy could be the Heavenly Demon Cult, the black path, or the Martial Alliance."

"..."

Cheon Woojin was clearly warning him. That a day might co when he would regret getting close to him.

Song Yiyeon, who had grasped the aning of his words, just nodded his head. Even Cheon Woojin did not know what aning was contained in it.

"No. Not the Martial Alliance. Hmm..."

Cheon Woojin's and Song Yiyeon's gazes simultaneously turned to Jang Woopyeong. He was still naked and drunk on the beauty poison.

"Ahem, first, I should take care of my seniors. Let's think about young hero Cheon's beliefs again then. Isn't that right, senior?"

"Umm, I'm busy just trying to make a living, what's the point of beliefs..."

Song Yiyeon put on Jang Woopyeong's pants first with an expression as if he had seen sothing he shouldn't have.

Cheon Woojin let out a smirk.

(End of Chapter)