The Youngest Member Chapter 33

At the Sword King's question, Cheon Woojin fell into a short thought.

What was his identity?

Cheon Woojin had also thought about this himself.

'What is my identity?'

He had no family. Instead, he had two masters whom he could call family.

Cheon Woojin also knew. That he was a little different from others.

He had first held a sword when he was only three years old. His White Master had intended to teach him only academics until he turned eight, but his Black Master had insisted on putting a sword in his hand.

It was from then. That he began to see the greed in his masters' eyes.

Learning martial arts was easy. He just had to do as his masters taught him, and he would perfectly master it before the night was over, no matter how late.

When he turned fifteen, his White Master said he had nothing more to teach him, and from the ti he turned eighteen, he could no longer have one-on-one duels with his masters.

In the end, he could not win in a duel against his two masters. He was disappointed that he could have won against his two masters if he had had about five more years.

Cheon Woojin, who had gone through his life with his masters in his mory, returned to the essence of the question.

"I don't know either."

How would he know what his identity was?

Cheon Woojin himself didn't know, and his two masters didn't know either.

The Black Master had said that Cheon Woojin had the makings of the greatest villain in the world, but the White Master had said that on the contrary, he had the disposition to beat up all the villains in the world.

Cheon Woojin's identity was sothing that neither he nor the two people closest to him knew.

At the ambiguous answer, the Sword King's eyes narrowed.

"If you don't know, who does?"

"Then what is your identity, elder?"

At Cheon Woojin's question, everyone in the room's jaws dropped. In particular, Nangong Jin, who thought of the Sword King as a god, felt as if he had been hit on the back of the head.

While everyone was watching the Sword King's expression.

The Sword King, whose eyes had widened, soon burst into a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha! What a bold fellow. I am Nangong Bi. The head of the Nangong family, and the man called the Sword King. Also, I am the father of this worthless fellow."

Cheon Woojin tilted his head. Was that his identity? In Cheon Woojin's opinion, only a modifier that was aningful even if he were dropped alone on a deserted island could be his essential identity.

If he were left alone in the world, what aning would things like 'Sword King' or 'Nangong family head' have?

The influence of his two masters was great in making Cheon Woojin think this way. They had hoped that Cheon Woojin would not grow up to be a man with a narrow view.

They believed that the path Cheon Woojin had to forge would be much rougher than the path the two of them had walked. After all, they had picked up and raised Cheon Woojin to make him accomplish what the two of them had not been able to.

That's why they had hoped he would see the essence of a person. There was nothing as ridiculous as being intimidated by an opponent's false fa or background and not being able to display one's full capabilities.

It was also the reason why the White Master had abandoned the nickna 'White Flower Sword Immortal', which was the most famous in the world.

At Cheon Woojin's reaction, the Sword King thought for a mont and then said.

"Since I am a martial artist of the white path, my goal is to kill all the evil demons of the world, and eventually beco a man who can establish a sect with my sword like the ancestors of Nangong."

The Sword King suddenly declared his goal. Everyone was puzzled, but only Cheon Woojin was very satisfied with that answer.

Cheon Woojin nodded his head and then cupped his fist to the Sword King. It was the courtesy that should be shown to a man who stood in the sa place as his White Master and looked in the sa direction.

"I am Cheon Woojin. I am just curious about the world, so I have no particular goal."

Just like Cheon Woojin who had heard the Sword King's goal, the Sword King also nodded his head as if satisfied with Cheon Woojin's answer.

In the end, he could not find out where and from whom that bold rising talent had learned martial arts. There was no way to force him to speak when he himself would not.

However, knowing what kind of thoughts the guy lived with was more important to the Sword King than knowing his school or background.

"In any case, as long as you are a part of the Martial Alliance, you can be called my junior. It is a truly satisfying thing."

Cheon Woojin slightly bowed his head.

Of course, in that ambiguous conversation, only Cheon Woojin and the Sword King were satisfied. However, there was no one in this place who could interrupt while the Sword King was nodding his head with satisfaction.

* * *

Led by the Sword King, the martial artists of the Martial Alliance recovered the body of the Giant Stone Monster and then moved again.

The Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander was planning to return to the Martial Alliance imdiately.

However, the Sword King invited the people of the alliance to the Nangong family on the pretext that they had saved his son's life.

Although the other party's intention was important for an invitation, the story was different if the one who extended it was a man like the Sword King.

For that reason, the Heavenly Tiger Unit and the Black Tortoise Unit were moving to the Nangong family without a choice.

The Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander showed a nervous look, as if he had OCD. He was a man who had only known missions his whole life.

Seeing this, Cheol Jiak laughed heartily and patted the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander's back.

"Don't be like that. Didn't the Sword King elder already send word to the Martial Alliance through the White Sword Hall Master?"

"Ahem..."

The Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander let out a dry cough.

Anyway, the mission had ended faster than expected, and since the Nangong family was located on the way back to the alliance, it didn't matter much to stay for a day.

While the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander was thinking so and rationalizing.

"U-unit Commander!"

A Heavenly Tiger Unit mber who was searching the surroundings hurriedly approached.

The Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander, who was quickly engrossed in the mission, said with a hardened face.

"What is it?"

The Heavenly Tiger Unit mber glanced at the Sword King who was walking far away and then reported in a low voice.

"We have found the body of the Blood Immortal."

"What did you say?"

Not only the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander, but also the expression of Cheol Jiak next to him hardened.

At the sa ti, the Sword King and Cheon Woojin turned their heads and looked in their direction.

No matter how low he had lowered his voice, he could not deceive the ears of those two of all people.

The Sword King approached.

"What is that about?"

The Heavenly Tiger Unit mber hesitated to speak and glanced at his unit commander. Anyway, since his superior was the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander, not the Sword King.

As the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander nodded, the report continued.

"We found the body of the Blood Immortal twenty li to the west. There are no traces of a battle around, but the body was severely damaged."

The Sword King let out a lant. Why on earth did the guy who had returned alive and well die without even going far?

"Is it only the body of the Blood Immortal?"

"Yes, as far as we have grasped..."

"Let's go imdiately."

The Sword King started walking. Since the body of the Sword Demon was not found, the Heavenly Tiger Unit mbers who would be guarding the surroundings were in so danger.

As the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander and the Black Tortoise Unit Commander followed him without a word, the sixty or so Martial Alliance mbers all headed there.

* * *

"Hah..."

The Sword King let out a lant. The Heavenly Tiger Unit mber's report was accurate. There were no traces of a battle around.

However, the Blood Immortal's eyes were gouged out, and his chest was open with his heart missing.

Seeing this, the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander called a unit mber and said.

"You, return to the Martial Alliance imdiately and have an investigator dispatched, and the rest of the personnel will stay in Hefei for the ti being and grasp the situation."

"I will provide a residence at the Nangong family."

"...Is that alright?"

The Sword King nodded his head. Anyway, he was also involved in this matter, albeit in a small way. Because it was the Sword King who had let the Blood Immortal go.

It was then.

Suddenly, the Sword King turned his head and glared sowhere.

He had felt an energy of a truly enormous size.

Cheon Woojin was also already looking there.

In that short mont, Cheon Woojin's and the Sword King's gazes t.

Soon, the two, without anyone going first, flew their bodies and rushed forward.

* * *

The Twenty-Seven Venerables of the World.

It was a term referring to the twenty-seven absolute masters who had achieved the state of Transformation in the martial world of the era.

Naturally, the Sword King was also included there.

Such a Sword King was swallowing his surprise.

Even though he was using his movent skills at full power, the young rising talent nad Cheon Woojin was running on equal terms with him.

Although it was a speed so fast that the surrounding scenery changed with every step, Cheon Woojin still seed to have room to spare.

The Sword King felt a slight regret.

'Should I have asked about his school earlier?'

He had nodded his head, drunk on the coolness and atmosphere at the mont, but if the guy was a master of this level, the story was a little different.

While such a thought was stealthily creeping in.

The two simultaneously stopped in a wide open space.

In a secluded forest where people's footsteps would not easily reach, there was a small hut.

In the open space that was the yard, there were two burial mounds side by side, and one of them was scattered as if a beast had dug it up.

It was a place that was too familiar to Cheon Woojin.

Because it was none other than the place where he had lived with his two masters.

Cheon Woojin approached the burial mound of his Black Master with a calm gait. The burial mound was finely dug up, and inside was the decayed body of his master.

Cheon Woojin's eyebrows twitched.

The approaching Sword King let out a lant.

"Was he done in by the sa guy?"

Just like the body of the Blood Immortal, his chest was open and his heart was missing. However, unlike the Blood Immortal, it seed he had been dead for a long ti, as the body was quite decayed and its identity could not be known.

While the Sword King was thinking deeply about sothing.

Cheon Woojin suddenly extended his hand towards the body.

Although the Sword King looked on with surprised eyes, Cheon Woojin laid the Black Master's body comfortably and then gathered the surrounding soil with his hands and rearranged the burial mound.

Soon, Cheon Woojin, who had gotten up from his seat, let out a long sigh and then bowed his head to the burial mound.

At that sight, the Sword King asked.

"Do you know him?"

"He is my master."

"W-what did you say?"

Even the Sword King of the world could not help but be flustered. His heart must have been very miserable to have witnessed his master's body being so damaged.

The Sword King had many things he wanted to ask for a mont, but he remained silent as a matter of human decency.

Soon, Cheon Woojin turned his head and looked sowhere.

'He's gotten too far.'

The energy that was barely felt at the edge of his senses had already disappeared as if it had been washed away.

If he could get this far away in an instant even though they had rushed over as soon as they had sensed the energy, he was definitely a great master.

Well, that's why the Blood Immortal had died without even being able to put up a proper resistance.

Cheon Woojin looked at the empty air for a mont and then asked.

"How many people in the world can kill the Blood Immortal in an instant?"

"...Not many. At most, two or three."

Even he, who was called the Sword King, could not guarantee such a thing. If so, it ant that the heads of the other Five Great Families and the Nine Sects One Gang would also have a hard ti.

A few figures ca to the Sword King's mind.

The leader of the Heavenly Demon Cult, the Martial Alliance Leader, Beili Tian, the Black Plaque Star Lord.

It might be possible if one of them, who were commonly called the Three Pillars of the World, launched a surprise attack.

The problem was that all three had no reason to do so.

Of course, since the Blood Immortal was a public enemy of the martial world, it would not be strange if he died at the hands of the Martial Alliance Leader, Beili Tian, but it was too sudden.

"Is there anyone among them who has a grudge against the Dark Heavenly Son?"

At Cheon Woojin's calm question, the Sword King's eyes widened. He had never thought that the na of the Dark Heavenly Son would co up here.

However, Cheon Woojin's question was natural. The only thing the Blood Immortal and the Black Master had in common was that they were disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son.

Also, soone had intentionally leaked the information about the tomb of the Giant Stone Monster.

Cheon Woojin was thinking that it was to gather the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son in one place.

A master who had a reason to aim for the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son, and who was confident in facing them at the sa ti...

At this mont, only one person's na was coming to Cheon Woojin's mind.

(End of Chapter)