The Youngest Member Chapter 47

"Ugh!"

The Poisonous Hand let out a scream and clutched his shoulder. A pain as if his shoulder had been dislocated washed over him.

'I couldn't even see the movent.'

The Poisonous Hand, while groaning in pain, glanced at Cheon Woojin.

Far from reacting to the movent, he couldn't even tell when he had been hit. Although there was quite a distance, his shoulder ached as if it had been dislocated, and the guy who had suddenly approached was holding a dark iron staff.

"W-what on earth do you want from ?"

The Poisonous Hand asked while backing away. With that one move, he had realized that the young brat was not his opponent.

Thinking about it now, his appearance when he had passed through the village felt as if he had been waiting for him.

Cheon Woojin, with the Crescent Moon Staff hanging down, approached the Poisonous Hand without saying a word.

The terrified Poisonous Hand backed away. However, since the hut was not large, there was soon no place to retreat.

The Poisonous Hand, who was cornered, hurriedly knelt down.

"W-what on earth is the reason you're doing this to ? Please at least tell

the reason."

"I believe I already told you."

Cheon Woojin answered nonchalantly. The Poisonous Hand was on the verge of going crazy. The guy had said he had co to repay his master's debt. However, he couldn't deduce who his master was.

Because there were so many masters who had died or beco crippled at the hands of the Poisonous Hand.

Considering the guy's age, his master would be at least over forty...

Although he had narrowed down the targets to so extent, it was still difficult to deduce because the Poisonous Hand had committed too many deeds.

Soon, Cheon Woojin, who had approached right in front of him, raised the Crescent Moon Staff.

The Poisonous Hand squeezed his eyes shut and hunched his neck. He looked as if he was too scared to even move.

However, right before the Crescent Moon Staff fell on his head.

Swoosh-!

The Poison-Containing Dagger was swung with such speed that it seed to cut the wind. A fine green powder spread out along its trajectory.

The poison he had sprinkled covered Cheon Woojin's face, and the Crescent Moon Staff stopped right above the Poisonous Hand's head.

"Puhahaha!"

The Poisonous Hand let out a truly crazed laugh and got up from his seat. He started clutching his stomach as he looked at the unmoving Cheon Woojin.

"Hehehehe, you foolish bastard! Did you let your guard down even though you knew I was a great master of poison! How is it, you're going to die of heat, right? The deadly poison will soon lt your handso face."

It was a laugh that suited the word 'madman'.

But as ti went on, that laugh was fading.

The Poisonous Hand also felt it.

"Why is it so quiet?"

Usually, those who were affected by his deadly poison would clutch their faces and cry like children, rolling on the floor.

But Cheon Woojin was just standing still.

Soon, the sprinkled poison powder settled on the floor.

The Poisonous Hand's face hardened.

"...What."

Far from his skin lting, he was perfectly fine. Cheon Woojin, who had montarily operated the Black Tortoise Iron Shell Art to protect his face, looked at the Poisonous Hand with a still dry expression and asked.

"Are you done?"

The Poisonous Hand took a hollow breath. Because soone overlapped with that arrogant question.

A unique sunken gaze and yet a dangerous atmosphere. A sense of pressure as if he had been swallowed by a dark cloud.

The Poisonous Hand instinctively realized whose disciple he was.

"Of all people, of all people, you're a disciple of that Black Master guy."

He had never forgotten the Black Master in his entire life. To be precise, there had not been a day when he had not feared him.

Although decades had already passed, it felt as if he would appear in front of him at any ti and smash his head.

But his disciple had appeared. And a disciple who was so strong that his deadly poison did not work at all.

"Let's settle the debt first."

Cheon Woojin, who said so, raised the Crescent Moon Staff again. The Poisonous Hand tried to escape the hut with his unique footwork, but he soon stopped.

'...There's no opening.'

No matter how small the hut was, one person could not block all the space. However, as he tried to move to an empty space, his unique martial artist's instinct warned him.

'If you go, you die.'

The Poisonous Hand was a person who trusted his intuition very much.

Soon, the Poisonous Hand, who realized that there was no way out, said in a much softer voice.

"I am your master's friend."

"..."

Of course, what ca back was a terrible pain.

"Aaaah!"

* * *

The Poisonous Hand was kneeling in a polite posture. His face was swollen blue in places, his left arm was dislocated, and his ankle was creaking, but his life was not in danger.

Of course, he couldn't move either. All the acupoints in his entire body had been suppressed. For that reason, he moved his mouth busily instead of his body.

"You can't do this to . I'll say it again, the Black Master and I are friends who traveled the martial world together in our youth..."

"Who sprinkles poison on a friend's body?"

Cheon Woojin, who was rummaging through the dicinal herbs, answered dryly.

The Poisonous Hand squeezed his eyes shut and let out a sigh.

"That petty bastard, the Black Master. Did he even tell his disciple that? He should be ashad."

"My master spared you."

The Poisonous Hand snorted. What kind of guy was the Black Master to spare soone? Even when the whole world feared the Dark Heavenly Son, the Poisonous Hand feared the Black Master the most.

At least to him, the Black Master was the number one villain in the world.

"That's ridiculous. He probably couldn't catch ."

"Do you really think so?"

Cheon Woojin asked, looking at the Poisonous Hand with his unique calm gaze. The Poisonous Hand, who t that gaze, flinched.

"..."

In fact, it wasn't that he hadn't thought about it.

Since that day, he had often heard news of the Black Master, even if he didn't want to. The guy had truly beco a great master of evil. Although he was forgotten by ti now, there was a ti when even the Demonic Cult and the black path revered and feared the Black Master at the sa ti.

It was strange that such a Black Master had not yet caught him. However, since it was even stranger that he had deliberately let him live given his personality, it was just a thought that had briefly crossed his mind.

"Where is that guy?"

"He passed away."

"...So it ca to that in the end."

By the ti the Poisonous Hand's mind beca complicated, Cheon Woojin, who was staring at him, said.

"By the way, I didn't hear that you were a person of the Tang family."

The Sichuan Tang family, known as the suzerain of poison.

It was said that only the outstanding ones among the Tang family's bloodline were born with a faint green light deep in their pupils.

But the Poisonous Hand's gaze was exactly like that.

"Did the Black Master care about such things?"

"Well."

Cheon Woojin obediently nodded his head. His Black Master was a person who was terribly indifferent to things outside of his interests.

By the way, although the Tang family was famous for its vicious personality, it was clearly a white path, so why was such a madman running wild?

Although he was briefly puzzled, it was not to the extent of asking, so he just thought about it alone.

As Cheon Woojin began to search the hut again, the Poisonous Hand, who seed to have gotten bored, asked.

"But, why is a guy who is the disciple of the Black Master doing sothing like escorting?"

"I'm from the Martial Alliance."

"What, what did you say? The Martial Alliance?"

The Poisonous Hand looked at Cheon Woojin's back with a serious face. Co to think of it, the other escort who was with that guy seed to be a martial artist of the white path.

"Oh my, the world has gone mad. The disciple of the Black Master is a Martial Alliance mber. But what are you looking for?"

"An antidote."

It would take a long ti to detoxify the poisoned villagers one by one by sending ki. If so, there would be no aning in crossing Bogang County.

"Hahaha, do you think I would have such a thing? It seems you haven't heard of my notoriety from your master."

Cheon Woojin didn't even listen to those words. There was no one crazy about poison who didn't carry an antidote. Because making an antidote for that poison was as fun as making a deadly poison.

Cheon Woojin, who had been rummaging through the dicinal herbs and poisons for a long ti, soon gave up and got up from his seat. There were so many poisons that he couldn't tell what was what.

Of course, he had given up on finding it himself, not on the antidote itself.

Cheon Woojin, who had gotten up, approached the Poisonous Hand.

The Poisonous Hand, who saw this, was startled. He had seen a glimr of hope that he might be able to live by having a conversation, but the guy's face resembled the Black Master right before he killed soone.

"W-wait..."

Whether that was the case or not, Cheon Woojin placed his hand on the Poisonous Hand's shoulder. At that sight, the Poisonous Hand had a great realization.

"Y-you're really the disciple of the Black Master."

This young guy's fingers were gradually pressing down on his shoulder roughly. A pain as if his collarbone would break washed over him. This was a torture thod that the Black Master had enjoyed using.

"I-I am your master's friend... Ugh! Aaaah!"

It felt as if his collarbone would be pulled out right away. It was the best torture thod that the Black Master had created based on nurous experiences, so its effect was certain. It was much more painful than breaking limbs, and it was practically impossible to recover. In other words, it ant that he had to live as a cripple for the rest of his life.

Of course, the Poisonous Hand, who was an old friend of the Black Master, also knew this well.

"T-there! The one in the fourth wooden box from the top is the antidote. That should be more than enough to detoxify all the villagers."

Cheon Woojin, who had taken his hand off his shoulder, took the antidote.

"How to use it."

"Fill a jar the size of your torso with water, dissolve one of those pills well, and have each person drink four sips."

And so, the effect of the Black Master's special torture thod was proven once again.

Cheon Woojin looked around the hut once and then said.

"If by any chance you're lying..."

"It's true! I know the Black Master well, do you think I would lie unless I was crazy and wanted to die!"

Cheon Woojin nodded his head. Just as he was about to leave the hut, a wooden box that had been bothering him from before caught his eye.

As Cheon Woojin approached the wooden box, the Poisonous Hand let out a groan.

"That's all the antidote there is. It's true. Why don't you believe , huh?"

Whether that was the case or not, Cheon Woojin picked up the wooden box. It was locked with an iron ring, but when he raised his internal energy and applied a little force, it shattered.

Soon, as he opened the wooden box, a pungent sll spread throughout the hut. Cheon Woojin recognized the identity of the pill in the wooden box at a glance.

"You're doing all sorts of things. Did you steal it?"

The Poisonous Hand looked at the wooden box with a vacant look, as if his heart had been stolen, and shook his head.

"...I didn't steal it."

"You don't seem to have the ability to."

Cheon Woojin, who said so, looked at the pill in the wooden box closely. In the anti, a curse was heard from the side.

"Son of a bitch..."

Cheon Woojin glanced at the Poisonous Hand. At that, the Poisonous Hand hurriedly corrected his words.

"A son of a bitch-like guy stole it for . The Shadowless Divine Thief..."

Cheon Woojin let out a truly deep sigh. He had a mory of hearing about the Shadowless Divine Thief as well. For so reason, whenever the nas of villains ca up, they were all related to his Black Master. The most notorious thief of the era was the Shadowless Divine Thief, and the person who had first taught him movent skills was his Black Master.

'What kind of life did you live?'

As he asked so in his heart, it felt as if he could hear the Black Master's hearty answer.

- Hahaha, what kind of life. It was the most aweso life in the entire history of the martial world.

At that answer, Cheon Woojin let out another deep sigh.

"So, what is your relationship with the Shadowless Divine Thief?"

"We're part of the sa Black Killing Society."

The Black Killing Society.

From the na, it sounded grand and slled fishy.

"What's that?"

"A gathering of those who want to kill the Black Master."

"..."

He could roughly guess. Anyway, it seed his Black Master had lived while earning the resentnt of everyone in the world.

Soon, Cheon Woojin raised the Crescent Moon Staff. At that, the Poisonous Hand's eyes widened as if they would pop out.

"W-weren't you going to spare !"

"Did I say that?"

"...Y-you son of a bitch!"

Whether that was the case or not, Cheon Woojin brought the Crescent Moon Staff down.

Crack-

* * *

After confirming that the antidote was working properly, Cheon Woojin left Bogang County without any lingering attachnt.

The escort had already moved quite a distance, but to Cheon Woojin, it was not a significant distance.

Cheon Woojin, who had quickly joined the escort, sat on the cart next to Song Yiyeon and watched the scenery.

Suddenly, Cheon Woojin asked.

"Young hero Song, what do you think is the best thing to do if you find a lost Small Pill of Shaolin?"

"What, what did you say! Where on earth did you find that?"

Song Yiyeon's eyes widened as if they would pop out for a mont. Although it couldn't compare to the Great Pill, the Small Pill was also truly a treasure of Shaolin.

"I said 'if'."

"Aha. It would be right to return it to Shaolin, but..."

Song Yiyeon, who trailed off, thought hard for a mont and then said as if he had made a decision.

"If it were , I would secretly swallow it. In fact, isn't the person who found it the owner?"

"I see."

Cheon Woojin spread his palm up. In it was a small pill.

Song Yiyeon felt an ominous feeling for a mont. He asked, hoping that those words would not co out of young hero Cheon's mouth.

"W-what is this..."

"A Small Pill."

"..."

Song Yiyeon froze, and Cheon Woojin said nonchalantly.

"You said you would eat it. This much of a spiritual dicine has no particular effect on ."

After all, it had to be at least a Great Pill to have any effect on him.

However, unlike Cheon Woojin, it would be a huge effect for Song Yiyeon. Perhaps the achievent of his Virgin Boy Art would also increase, even if only slightly.

Song Yiyeon stared at the Small Pill and then let out a deep sigh.

"...Let's return it."

"Why."

"My father is a Buddhist. I feel like I'll be punished if I eat this."

Cheon Woojin shrugged his shoulders.

"I gave it to you, so if you want to return it, do so."

"...Let's do that."

Even while saying so, Song Yiyeon just kept swallowing his saliva.

(End of Chapter)