The Youngest Member Chapter 46

"Are you alright?"

Cheon Woojin, who had approached Head Escort Jang, asked.

Head Escort Jang Seongguk, who had been sent flying and had crashed into a wall while trying to stop Ma Butcher. He, who had been sprawled on the yard, got up, patting his back, as Cheon Woojin approached.

"Well, if I had known he was a properly trained martial artist, I wouldn't have been so careless."

Head Escort Jang blurted out an unasked excuse. He seed quite embarrassed.

Cheon Woojin just nodded his head roughly. Even if Head Escort Jang hadn't been careless, he wouldn't have been able to overco Ma Butcher's strength. There were occasional people who were unusually strong in physical strength rather than their martial arts level, and Ma Butcher was exactly like that.

The embarrassed Head Escort Jang let out a dry cough and said.

"So, is the daughter alright?"

"Yes, as expected, it was a symptom of poisoning, not a plague."

"That's a relief. A relief in many ways."

Head Escort Jang nodded his head.

In fact, he could have been angry at Ma Butcher, but seeing that he asked about the woman's condition first, it seed that although he was a bit of a 'kkondae', he was not a bad person at heart.

Cheon Woojin, thinking so, said to Head Escort Jang.

"Then the escort can go straight through the village."

"Umm..."

Head Escort Jang let out a strange groan. Although he knew it wasn't a plague thanks to Cheon Woojin, he was still reluctant to pass through a village where the entire village was poisoned.

"It seems a master of poison arts targeted the village?"

"That's probably it."

Cheon Woojin nonchalantly nodded his head.

Head Escort Jang's worries deepened. A master of poison arts was a fearso existence in the martial world. Because it was difficult to predict when and how one would be attacked.

It was also the reason why the martial world feared the Sichuan Tang family and the Five Poison Sect of the outer regions.

Cheon Woojin, who was observing Head Escort Jang's expression, said.

"I plan to catch him."

"...Is there really a need for that?"

It was burdenso to cause a conflict with a master of poison arts in a situation where he already had to take risks. Even though he knew that the two Martial Alliance newcors were much stronger than he had thought.

"My master owes him a debt."

Cheon Woojin was convinced while treating the woman. It was not difficult to detoxify the poison. His Black Master at the ti of being attacked by the Poisonous Hand would also have been able to detoxify it without difficulty.

Nevertheless, the fact that he had let the Poisonous Hand live ant that he had just let it go because he had once been a friend, as his White Master had said.

Of course, there was a high possibility that his Black Master in his youth was weaker than he was now, but that was also the sa for the Poisonous Hand.

Head Escort Jang let out a series of groans. Anyway, since he was also a martial artist, he knew that he could not just ignore his master's story as a disciple.

"By any chance, do you have a plan? If by any chance our escorts or porters get involved, there will be unbearable damage."

Cheon Woojin nodded his head. Naturally, he had no intention of causing problems for the escort.

"Yes, if you just do as I say, no one will be hard."

Head Escort Jang, who was looking at Cheon Woojin who spoke firmly, finally let out a sigh.

"...I understand."

Anyway, Cheon Woojin was the benefactor who had saved his life. If it weren't for Cheon Woojin, the entire escort, including himself, would have been slaughtered by the Heungsan Fortress bandits.

While Cheon Woojin was explaining the plan to Head Escort Jang.

"Great hero."

"...?"

At the unexpected 'great hero', Cheon Woojin turned his head. Ma Butcher was kneeling on the dirt floor. Soon, Ma Butcher, who had hit his forehead on the ground, said in a determined tone.

"Even if I have lived my whole life uneducated, I am not such a son of a bitch as to forget the grace of saving my daughter's life. I will repay this grace sohow, great hero."

"That's enough."

It wasn't just sothing he was saying, he really didn't need it. In the first place, it wasn't sothing he had done to help soone. It was just that soone had happened to receive help while he was doing what he had to do.

However, the gaze of Ma Butcher, who had raised his head, was as determined as a general before a war.

"No. Although all I have is my body, I will definitely repay this grace, even if it ans this body is worn out."

Cheon Woojin let out a low sigh. Seeing Ma Butcher's expression, he was not in a mood to give up easily.

So he asked.

"How will you repay it?"

"Yes?"

When he asked back like this, Ma Butcher's eyes widened. He was full of the will to repay the grace, but thinking about it, he had no particular way.

Ma Butcher, who had been thinking for a long ti, picked up the butcher's knife on the side of the yard and said.

"If, by any chance, there is soone you want to kill..."

"..."

Cheon Woojin had a dumbfounded expression. Ma Butcher also realized that it was not sothing to say to a Martial Alliance mber and scratched his head as if embarrassed.

"...I will go back to where I was."

"Where is that?"

"The Black Plaque Star. That is the last place I was a part of."

At Ma Butcher's words, the people were surprised. Because the Black Plaque Star was the ruling faction of the black path of the era.

In particular, the Black Plaque Star Lord was called the number one of the black path and was even grouped with the Heavenly Demon Cult Leader and the Martial Alliance Leader as the Three Pillars of the World.

Head Escort Jang kept patting his back.

"No wonder. I'm not soone who can be easily defeated..."

Everyone glanced at Head Escort Jang and then just ignored him.

Ma Butcher's words continued.

"Although my martial might is not that high, I have connections and achievents that I have accumulated by rolling around in the Black Plaque Star for half my life. So the Black Plaque Star guys must be looking for . I will go back there."

Cheon Woojin tilted his head.

"How is that for my sake?"

"As a Martial Alliance mber, you will often encounter matters related to the black path. I will return to the Black Plaque Star, find my place again, and then beco the great hero's strength."

"..."

Cheon Woojin was not so inclined. However, if he refused even this, he was not in a mood to be easily let go.

"Yes, I understand."

Cheon Woojin, who said so, imdiately turned his steps. The escort was also sowhat delayed, and if he was unlucky, there was a possibility that the Poisonous Hand would run away first.

By the ti Song Yiyeon and Head Escort Jang were watching his expression and about to follow Cheon Woojin.

Ma Butcher's thick voice was heard from behind.

"Please look for Ma Yongseok of the main headquarters of the Black Plaque Star."

It seed that was Ma Butcher's na.

Cheon Woojin nonchalantly said he understood and then moved away from Ma Butcher's house. Until the party had moved far away and was out of sight, Ma Butcher just stood in his place and looked at their backs.

* * *

"It's truly eventful."

Head Escort Jang said with a sigh-filled voice. Although he had expected that this escort would not be easy, he had not known it would be to this extent.

The escort was crossing Bogang County, where the plague had spread.

Head Escort Jang turned his head and looked at the escort following behind. The escorts and porters were already clearly tense.

Everyone was not even touching the food or water of the village, as Cheon Woojin had said.

Cheon Woojin, who was leisurely observing the scenery of the village alone, suddenly opened his mouth.

"Young hero Song, there's no need to cover up like that."

Song Yiyeon had pulled his martial robe up to his nose and was thoroughly blocking his respiratory tract.

"Ahem, it's not that I don't trust you, young hero Cheon, but there's no harm in being careful."

"He will probably show himself soon. I will chase him, so please take care of the escort while I'm gone."

"Of course. Just trust ."

"..."

He didn't sound very reliable because his voice was nasal from blocking his respiratory tract so thoroughly.

The escort was crossing the village without any particular problems. Although the villagers would occasionally send sharp glares, no one paid attention to it.

Cheon Woojin's plan was simple. If the entire escort did not drink a single drop of water until they had passed the village, the Poisonous Hand's heart would inevitably beco a little anxious.

The entire village was infected, but if no one in the escort that passed through it caught the plague, it would raise suspicion that it might not be a plague after all.

The Poisonous Hand that his Black Master had told him about was a rather crazy man, but the fact that he had not been caught yet also ant that he was a thorough person.

If the tail is long, it will be caught. Therefore, the Poisonous Hand would try to poison the escort sohow. Only then would it look like a plague.

How much ti had passed like that?

Cheon Woojin, who was sitting cross-legged on the cart and had spread his senses wide, suddenly got up from his seat.

"N-now?"

Song Yiyeon asked with a sowhat tense tone. Cheon Woojin just nodded his head lightly and then imdiately took out the Crane Feather Fan from his bosom.

As he lightly waved it, the gentle breeze that had gathered at the end of the fan instantly turned into a gust of wind and spread out.

Whoosh-!

The widely spread gust of wind swept through the empty air once.

Cheon Woojin, who had lightly gotten off the cart, said to Head Escort Jang.

"I have scattered the poison that he sprinkled, so please increase the speed of the escort."

Soon, Cheon Woojin looked in the direction where the poison had been sprinkled and then lightly rolled on the ground.

Thud-!

The ground rumbled for a mont, and Cheon Woojin's figure shot out like an arrow.

Head Escort Jang, who was looking at Cheon Woojin who had disappeared into a dot in an instant, swallowed hard and then raised his hand high.

It was a sign to increase the speed and hurry out of the village.

* * *

'How on earth did he find out?'

The Poisonous Hand, who was running away quickly using his movent skills, was filled with doubt.

He had spent his entire life researching to create a single poison.

It was the Formless Poison. It was a legendary poison that was said to have no color, no sll, and no energy. He had dedicated his entire life to completing it, and surprisingly, he had achieved considerable results.

He had achieved two of the three: colorless, odorless, and tasteless.

He had sprinkled the colorless and odorless poison, which even the renowned masters of the world had not been able to detect, towards the escort.

But a young martial artist, whom he hadn't even paid attention to, had scattered it.

'It's ominous.'

The Poisonous Hand liked to make a thorough plan and then carry it out step by step. But a variable had suddenly appeared.

From experience, in tis like this, the best course of action was to stop everything and run away.

'Anyway, I've gotten almost everything I can get from this village.'

He had arrived at the safe house he had prepared in the back mountain of the village in an instant. The Poisonous Hand, who was covering his face with a mask, was wary of his surroundings for a while even after arriving. He had a very cautious personality.

After a short ti, the Poisonous Hand, who had confird that no one was chasing him, went into the safe house.

Of course, his senses were still spread wide.

Inside the small hut, all sorts of dicinal herbs were scattered, and a few poisons were boiling like a decoction.

The sll of poison that filled the interior made him feel a little more at ease.

The Poisonous Hand began to put only the important dicinal herbs into a bundle one by one. He was planning to take only the precious things and burn the rest with the hut.

When the hut, where all sorts of dicinal herbs and poisons were scattered, burned down, a unique sll of poison and color would arise, and watching it was also the Poisonous Hand's hobby.

'Of course, I won't be able to see it today.'

Putting aside his regretful heart, the Poisonous Hand quickly packed the bundle and sprinkled oil on the floor.

Soon, as he was about to open the door and leave...

"Ugh, you son of a bitch!"

The startled Poisonous Hand let out a curse. Because the young martial artist with a good sense from the escort was standing in front of the door.

Not only was he not caught by his senses, but he was even more surprised because of his cold impression, as if he were made of ice.

The Poisonous Hand, while being surprised, looked up at Cheon Woojin's pupils and instinctively felt that he was not an ordinary escort.

He imdiately distanced himself and took out the dagger from his bosom. Of course, it was not an ordinary dagger. It was a unique weapon that would spray out pre-loaded poison powder every ti he struck.

"Is that the Poison-Containing Dagger?"

"..."

The Poisonous Hand was greatly flustered. How did that guy know the na of this unique weapon? No, leaving that aside, it ant that he even knew his identity.

"Who are you!"

At the question that was clearly filled with tension, Cheon Woojin just answered nonchalantly.

"I've co to collect my master's old debt."

"What do you an..."

The Poisonous Hand's words could not continue.

Thwack-

Only a heavy impact sound was heard in a low voice.

(End of Chapter)