The Youngest Member Chapter 36

Cheon Woojin, who had left the banquet hall, followed the Sword King.

The Sword King had a serious expression the whole ti, without saying a word, as if he was thinking about sothing.

Since Cheon Woojin was also not a man of many words, a silent walk continued for a while.

The place they arrived at, following the Sword King, was a pavilion that was not large but was neatly and elegantly built. The naplate read 'Nangong Hall'.

It was none other than the family head's hall where the master of the Nangong family resided.

Naturally, Nangong Bi, who was seated at the head seat, pointed to the seat opposite him across the tea table.

As Cheon Woojin sat down, the Sword King asked bluntly. The people of the Nangong family were generally not the type to beat around the bush.

"Is your master perhaps the White Flower Sword Immortal?"

Although it was a question as sharp as a sword, Cheon Woojin nonchalantly nodded his head.

"Yes."

Both of his masters had told him not to go around saying that he was the disciple of the Black Master. The reason was that although the white path, the black path, and the demonic path had different ideologies, the Black Master was a person who was hated by all of them.

On the other hand, the only ones who could be called the enemies of his White Master were the Heavenly Demon Cult and the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son.

At Cheon Woojin's concise answer, the Sword King's expression beca even more serious.

"Then, the burial mound that was dug up earlier..."

"No. I served two masters."

Only then did the Sword King nod his head with a sowhat relieved expression. Although the White Flower Sword Immortal was a master of the previous generation, he was a hero who was a model for the white path even in the current era.

For the tomb of such a martial artist to be in such a state was not a matter that could be simply overlooked.

"Co to think of it, there were two burial mounds."

He didn't bother to ask about the identity of the other one. However, he just guessed that if he was a person who would raise a disciple with the White Flower Sword Immortal, he must be a master who was counted among the best of the previous generation.

The Sword King's words continued.

"By the way, it's a surprising thing. To think that you were the disciple of the elder, the White Flower Sword Immortal."

It was quite common in the martial world for a renowned master to disappear from the world and raise a disciple. However, the story was different if he was a great man like the White Flower Sword Immortal.

The Sword King looked at Cheon Woojin again with a fresh look.

Only then did he feel that he could understand Cheon Woojin's nonsensical martial might, even if only a little.

The Sword King filled two teacups from the teapot next to him, pushed one to Cheon Woojin, and said.

"The seniority is twisted, and it's twisted badly. Seeing how everyone treats you, it seems they don't know. Are you deliberately hiding it?"

The white path valued seniority more than any other group. If he was the disciple of the White Flower Sword Immortal, Cheon Woojin would be of a sowhat similar seniority to the Sword King himself.

For such a man to be a newcor of the Martial Alliance.

Thinking about it again, he could only let out a hollow laugh.

"I'm not deliberately hiding it, but. Hearing you say that, it would be better not to tell other people."

"Why."

"It seems it will beco tireso."

The Sword King nodded his head. Although he hadn't seen Cheon Woojin for long, he had quickly grasped his personality as it was so strong in color.

He didn't seem to be the type to enjoy the attention of the world, nor did he seem to have any great goals or desires.

"Well, I can see that. I'll do that."

The Sword King wet his throat with the tea and replayed the duel between the Sword Hero and Cheon Woojin that he had seen a little while ago.

Co to think of it, if he was the disciple of the White Flower Sword Immortal, the duel with him that Cheon Woojin had first proposed was not a nonsensical thing.

Thud, the Sword King, who put down his teacup, had a slight smile.

"Do you want to have a duel with ?"

Well, it was embarrassing to say it himself, but it was natural for a rising talent who had just entered the martial world to want to receive guidance from him, who was called one of the Twenty-Seven Venerables of the World and one of the three great swordsn of the white path.

However, Cheon Woojin, who put down his teacup opposite him, said without any change in his expression.

"It's alright."

"Ahem..."

Since it was such a firm and calm tone, the Sword King let out a dry cough. He felt a sense of disappointnt at being rejected by this young brat.

'It was a truly unique martial art...'

Among the masters of the white path, there were many swordsn. The reason was simple. The sword was a perfect weapon.

It wasn't because he was the Sword King. Truly, even the dao, which showed a similar efficiency to the sword, was inferior to the sword in the flexibility of its forms.

For that reason, for him to have reached such a position with a Crane Feather Fan in the white path martial world, which was overflowing with swordsn, was a very amazing thing.

'If not now, when can I witness the martial arts of the elder, the White Flower Sword Immortal?'

Cheon Woojin, who was observing the Sword King's expression, asked.

"Do you perhaps want to have a duel?"

"Ahem..."

The Sword King's face beca slightly hot. However, he could not deny it in the end. The obsession and interest of martial artists, especially those who had reached the level of the Sword King, in martial arts was sowhat pathological.

Cheon Woojin, who nodded his head, got up from his seat and cupped his fist with a polite attitude.

"I ask for a match."

Judging by the Sword King's attitude, he had respect for his White Master. As a disciple, he could not ignore the heart of such a person.

"Good."

The Sword King, who let out a satisfied laugh, got up from his seat. Soon, as he left the family head's hall through the door connected to the back, a moderately sized training ground appeared.

Since it was a training ground exclusively for the family head, it was a place where it would not be noticed by others.

Cheon Woojin untied the Crescent Moon Staff, set it aside, and then took out the Crane Feather Fan and stood opposite the Sword King.

The Sword King, who was looking at the Crescent Moon Staff for a mont, had a strange thought flash through his mind, but he soon shook it off.

'That's not possible.'

Because the person standing in front of him was none other than the disciple of the White Flower Sword Immortal.

* * *

The Sword King hung the Sky-Blue Sword down. His expression as he looked at the training ground, which was smashed here and there, was truly a sight to behold.

"Hehehe..."

Only a hollow laugh ca out.

A guy like this is a newcor of the Martial Alliance?

Cheon Woojin had said that the Martial Alliance Leader, Beili Tian, also knew that he was the disciple of the White Flower Sword Immortal. What on earth was he thinking, holding on to such a monster in the Martial Alliance?

On the other hand, he was also a little jealous.

'What kind of luck with people does that Beili Tian have, really.'

Beili Tian and the Sword King, Nangong Bi, were martial artists who had walked the sa era. Although it was not sothing the Sword King, who was born as the eldest son of the Nangong family, should say, in his view, Beili Tian was a man who was strangely lucky with people.

Above, he had received the affection of the peerless masters, including the White Flower Sword Immortal, and below, the brilliant juniors who led the Martial Alliance of the era were sending him true loyalty and respect.

The Sword King looked at Cheon Woojin intently and then burst into laughter.

"The elder has raised a monster."

"A monster on our first eting is a bit much."

Even at Cheon Woojin's bold rebuttal, the Sword King just enjoyed this situation.

"It's just a figure of speech. But, if you are the disciple of the elder, the White Flower Sword Immortal..."

The Sword King, who trailed off for a mont, asked with a feeling of 'don't tell '.

"Did you also kill the Sex Demon and the Demonic Cult guy?"

"Yes."

The Sword King nodded his head. Naturally, he had thought that a dispute had broken out among them while discussing the body of the Giant Stone Monster.

Considering Cheon Woojin's age, it was a very reasonable inference. However, after experiencing a duel with Cheon Woojin, his thoughts had completely changed.

"The unit commanders and the White Sword Hall Master don't seem to be able to imagine it. Why don't you tell them? Especially since the Sex Demon is a major figure among the public enemies of the martial world, it would be recognized as a great contribution."

In fact, it was sothing that the Sword King's common sense could not quite understand.

If he were Cheon Woojin, he would imdiately reveal that he was the disciple of the White Flower Sword Immortal to gain a justification, and then, after having his abilities recognized, he would aim for a rapid promotion.

Of course, at the end of that goal would be the position of the Martial Alliance Leader.

Because for a martial artist of the white path who was not from the Five Great Families or the Nine Sects One Gang, the most glorious and successful position was the Martial Alliance Leader.

However, Cheon Woojin firmly shook his head.

"For now, the status of a newcor is more comfortable for following my master's words."

"Well, I can see that. By the way, it's just like the senior, the White Flower Sword Immortal. To have you see and experience for yourself what kind of place the Martial Alliance is."

"Do you know my master well?"

At that question, the Sword King stared at the empty air as if recalling sothing.

"I haven't t him many tis, but since he is a person with a very clear personality, he left a deep impression."

Cheon Woojin nodded his head. Just like his Black Master, his White Master was also a person with a firm color, so much so that one could grasp what kind of person he was just by talking to him for a short while.

The Sword King added with a sowhat bitter tone.

"The Martial Alliance Leader, Beili Tian, probably has a deeper connection with him than I do."

"Yes, among the people my master told

to inform of his passing, the first was the Martial Alliance Leader, Beili Tian."

"By any chance, was my na not among them?"

A sense of expectation flashed across the Sword King's face. Since he had built a reputation in the white path, he could have been chosen as one of the juniors whom the elder, the White Flower Sword Immortal, trusted and would entrust the future to.

However, this rude fellow said with a firm voice.

"No."

"...I see."

The Sword King clicked his tongue and got up from his seat.

"The atmosphere of the banquet must be ruined because of . I should go back now."

"Yes."

Cheon Woojin also got up from his seat.

Suddenly, the Sword King asked.

"Was there really no ntion of

at all..."

"Yes, not a single letter."

"...I see."

The Sword King, who was leaving the family head's hall first, glared at Cheon Woojin's innocent back for no reason.

* * *

At the main gate of the Nangong family in the early morning.

All the Martial Alliance mbers and several elders, led by the Sword King, Nangong Bi, were gathered.

Since an investigator had been dispatched from the Martial Alliance, a letter had co down for the Black Tortoise Unit and the Heavenly Tiger Unit to wait for a day in preparation for any unforeseen circumstances and then return.

The Black Tortoise Unit Commander, Cheol Jiak, said that since he was also indebted to the Anhui Song family, he would go to pay his respects before leaving, and the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander also agreed.

"Family Head Song is one of the most magnanimous n of the era. Please give him my regards."

"Yes, I will."

Cheol Jiak politely bowed his head. The Sword King, who was looking at Cheol Jiak for a mont, let out a strange laugh.

"I don't know if I'll be able to see you beco a commander before I die."

"Ahem..."

Cheol Jiak let out a dry cough, and at that sight, a few people burst into laughter. Only Zhuge Lin, who was in a situation where she would beco a perennial deputy commander thanks to serving a perennial unit commander, just beat her chest.

The Sword King's gaze turned to the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander next to him. The Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander's expression was not bright. It was natural, as he had lost two of his subordinates in the mission.

Although he was not showing it, his insides must have been in quite a ss.

The Sword King silently patted the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander's shoulder and then scanned the Martial Alliance mbers in turn.

It was an atmosphere where he felt he should say a word as a great elder of the white path martial world.

The first person who caught his eye was the eldest son of the Song family. Although Family Head Song's youth was also like that, that guy's face was so handso that he would stand out wherever he went.

It was already a public secret that a few young children of the Nangong family, who frequently interacted with the Song family, secretly admired that guy.

As the Sword King looked at him, the tense Song Yiyeon let out an awkward laugh.

"If you follow even half of your father, you will be able to beco a great figure in the Martial Alliance. As a friend of your father, I will always be watching you, so keep that in mind."

"...Yes."

It was a truly burdenso word of blessing.

The Sword King, who lightly ignored Song Yiyeon's pale expression, looked at Zhuge Lin this ti.

That child also had a truly strange story.

"You have suffered a lot at a young age. If I had my way, I would like to help, but I can't interfere in another family's problems, so there's nothing I can do. However, don't worry too much. Because the other family heads, including , are always watching the Zhuge family."

The Sword King, who was the head of one of the Five Great Families, seed to know the internal affairs of the Zhuge family to so extent.

In the awkward atmosphere, Zhuge Lin bowed her head with a complicated expression. It was not a particularly comforting word.

Soon, the Sword King's gaze finally turned to Cheon Woojin.

"You..."

This ti, the Sword King's expression beca complicated. It was a father's expression that even his son, Nangong Jin, was seeing for the first ti.

The Sword King, who was thinking deeply for a mont, said.

"If the day cos when you are expelled from the alliance or leave on your own, co and find . For so reason, I don't think you'll last long."

The Sword King thought so.

Either that guy wouldn't be able to stand the Martial Alliance.

Or the Martial Alliance wouldn't be able to handle that guy.

"Yes, well..."

Cheon Woojin was confused whether this was a word of blessing or a curse, so he just scratched his head.

(End of Chapter)