The Youngest Member Chapter 69

Cheon Woojin observed the man who had entered the cave.

His feet were frozen as if he were terrified, and his face was pale as he looked this way.

The aura he exuded was clearly that of the white path, but since his characteristics were not clear, it was difficult to deduce where he was from.

What was certain was that he was not one of the Punishnt Hall martial artists under Chupunggae. Not only were they mostly beggars, but crucially, the man's martial might far surpassed that of ordinary mbers.

Well, to have climbed the steep cliffs of Nine Dragons Basin, one would have to have at least the martial might of a commander in the Martial Alliance.

And so, the two looked at each other without a word.

"W-who are you?"

The man asked cautiously. His voice was as weak as he looked. Although his martial arts level was by no ans low, his personality seed gentle and timid. It was a typical characteristic of scholars.

Cheon Woojin nodded his head and then said.

"A man who can steal anything in the world. That is ."

At that, the man's face crumpled as if he had heard that sowhere before.

"Divine Thief, you dare to deceive us!"

"Who are we?"

"That is...!"

The man's words trailed off, and he shut his mouth.

He had realized that he had been deceived.

"You are not the Divine Thief."

Cheon Woojin clicked his tongue as if disappointed.

Although he had not been able to find out where he was from, he had at least found out that he was the one who had received the treasure map from the Divine Thief and had co here.

Cheon Woojin walked towards the man.

"Let's have a talk. Where are you from?"

Cheon Woojin, who had changed to his original tone, asked.

At that cold voice, the man's body trembled. As a martial artist, he knew that the opponent in front of him was in a much higher realm.

Although he should have quickly moved his feet and fled this place to return to his family and report, his feet would not move.

Like a deer in front of a tiger, his whole body stiffened. His characteristic ability to judge situations gradually blurred. His mind went blank, and his instincts slowly pushed aside his reason.

The man instinctively drew the sword at his waist. It was a survival instinct.

Cheon Woojin let out a smirk.

"How martial-like."

The sword the man had drawn was a sword that could be seen in any smithy. It was a sword that had no particular characteristics, was not great, and yet was not lacking.

The mont Cheon Woojin saw that sword, he had a gut feeling. That the person who had sent this man had a very thorough personality.

He had sent such a featureless person in preparation for any contingency. If he was such a thorough person...

"Ugh...!"

Cheon Woojin, who had approached the man, roughly grabbed his jaw. Although the man struggled and resisted, Cheon Woojin's hand did not budge, as if it were an iron shackle.

Cheon Woojin forced the man's jaw open and then shoved his other hand into his mouth.

After rummaging in his mouth for a long ti, Cheon Woojin took out his hand. In it was a poison pill that had been hidden behind his molars.

"How vicious."

Although it was not used much in the white path, it was a thod mainly used in the assassin's guild. When faced with a situation where they could not escape, they would cleanly commit suicide instead of selling out their master's information.

Originally, he should have bitten the poison pill as soon as he t Cheon Woojin and realized that he could not face him.

However, since the man was a martial artist of the white path and not an assassin, his judgnt had been slow.

Cheon Woojin looked at the man with a dry gaze and then said.

"Are you from the Zhuge family?"

In fact, it was sothing he had guessed inwardly. No matter how he thought about it, the Black Tortoise Unit Commander was not the type to hold a grudge against others.

He handled all missions in a simple and standard way, so there were no loose ends. The problem that he couldn't find an answer to no matter how much he thought about it was quickly solved when he shifted his focus to Deputy Commander Zhuge Lin.

The Zhuge family.

The place that was looking forward to Deputy Commander Zhuge Lin's downfall more than anyone else.

To be precise, it would be what Elder Zhuge Seong, who had taken all the power instead of the weak-minded family head, wanted. Because his absolute goal would be to make his son the next family head.

Despite Cheon Woojin's question, the man's expression did not change. He seed to be a properly trained martial artist.

Well, it didn't matter. Because there were endless ways to find out.

"No questions, no answers."

Cheon Woojin drew the Crescent Moon Staff. The cold energy unique to tal quickly filled the cave.

The man was greatly flustered. He had just kept his mouth shut because his mind had gone blank, but it seed that a misunderstanding had arisen.

However, before he could make an excuse, Cheon Woojin's figure disappeared as if it had sunk into the ground.

The man gripped his sword and took a stance. His pupils quickly scanned various directions and raised his energy.

Although his personality was weak, the man was also a martial artist who had surpassed the first-rate.

Soon, Cheon Woojin suddenly appeared right in front of the man. The man also seed to have followed him with his eyes, as he quickly swung his sword.

However, following with the eyes and reacting were different matters.

Before the man could even raise his sword, a terrible pain ca from his shoulder.

Crack-!

His left shoulder was crushed by the iron staff. Fortunately, his arm did not fall off or was not completely destroyed.

"Try to block it more diligently."

At Cheon Woojin's polite suggestion, the man cursed. How could he block an attack that was difficult to even follow with his eyes?

However, Cheon Woojin swung the Crescent Moon Staff in succession as if he didn't care about such circumstances.

He struck his shoulder, chest, and side in turn. Every ti, the sound of a drum bursting and the man's groan mixed and filled the cave.

He struck his solar plexus with the Crescent Moon Staff to interfere with his breathing, and then struck his side again to put a load on his internal organs.

The man's breathing beca increasingly rough. At first, he had swung his sword to block, but now he realized it was useless and just let it hang down, only getting hit.

The man, in terrible pain, continuously retreated. However, if the man retreated one step, Cheon Woojin would take a step closer before him.

And so, the man's steps, which had been retreating endlessly, stopped abruptly.

He had co out of the cave. Behind the man, a steep cliff continued.

For a mont, a cold sweat ran down the man's spine. He looked at Cheon Woojin with widened eyes. He seed sowhat pitiful, and also sowhat transcendent.

Cheon Woojin looked at the man with a dry gaze and then brought the Crescent Moon Staff to his solar plexus.

The man shook his head wildly.

However, Cheon Woojin gave a strange smile and pushed the Crescent Moon Staff.

"Uh..."

The man's body tilted back.

Even though it was parallel to the ground, there was no resistance on his back. Behind him, an incredibly high and steep cliff continued.

"Aaaah!"

The man's scream continued long like a taffy.

He was falling at a truly enormous speed.

At this height, even a decent first-rate master would die on the spot.

The man was indeed a martial artist of the Zhuge family. However, he had been trained in a way to hide his martial arts and expression since he was young. He was a subordinate that Zhuge Seong had raised to use for such things.

Therefore, the man had no special characteristics. His appearance was ordinary, and his clothes and weapon were also ordinary. Naturally, he had learned the martial arts of the Zhuge family, but he was skilled in intentionally hiding it.

However, the fear of death, his instinct, overca what he had learned. The man, thinking that he would soon die, stepped on the cliff. Soon, he began to perform the highest level of movent skills he knew.

Star Luo Shadowless Step.

It was a movent art created by imitating the constellations of the night sky, and it was a movent art that suited the Zhuge family well.

The man's figure drew a zigzag pattern, hitting the left and right directions in turn. Although his speed was gradually slowing down, unfortunately, the man had not mastered the movent skills, and the cliff was too steep.

As he was performing the movent skills, pale with the fear of death.

A single figure stood next to him.

It was Cheon Woojin. Unlike the man, he was looking at him with a very calm expression.

Cheon Woojin, who was watching the man's movent skills, raised the corners of his mouth in a smirk and said.

"The Zhuge family."

"..."

The man stopped his movent skills. Since he had been discovered, it was better to die like this. If this fact was conveyed to Elder Zhuge Seong, he would give him a pain worse than death. Zhuge Seong was such a man.

However, Cheon Woojin had no intention of letting the man die.

Cheon Woojin grabbed the back of his neck. Although the man resisted, it was aningless.

Cheon Woojin imdiately kicked the cliff hard.

Swoosh-!

The figure that had been falling down now rushed forward, drawing a parallel line with the ground. The man could not even open his eyes properly due to the strong wind pressure, and he was on the verge of vomiting due to the sudden change of direction and overwhelming speed.

* * *

The man who had fainted opened his eyes. As soon as he ca to his senses, he reached for the scabbard to commit suicide.

However, he only grasped at empty air.

The sword that had been at his waist was already in Cheon Woojin's hand.

"Ah, you're awake?"

Cheon Woojin asked nonchalantly.

The man said with a terrified expression.

"I-I am not a martial artist of the Zhuge family."

"I see."

Cheon Woojin nodded his head. Then he pointed to the front with his chin. The man's head slowly turned.

"T-this..."

He was already in front of the main gate of the Zhuge family.

How on earth was his movent skill so fast that he had arrived in the short ti he had fainted? If it were normal, he would have been impressed, but now, his fear of Elder Zhuge Seong was much greater.

The man collapsed to the floor with a look of despair.

"...I'm finished."

"That's right. You're finished."

Cheon Woojin answered. The man glared at Cheon Woojin, but then t his cold gaze and looked down at the floor again.

No matter how he thought about it, he could not see a way to live.

After thinking for a long ti, he finally realized that there was no way and just sat down on the floor.

Sohow, as he accepted death, his heart beca much calr.

The sky was uselessly clear, and the weather was truly cool.

"Is the Martial Alliance going to attack the Zhuge family soon? At least a hall master-level person will appear."

Elder Zhuge Seong was that much of a big shot. In fact, even among the hall masters, only soone like the head of the Shaolin's Martial Scripture Hall or the head of the Beggars' Sect's Punishnt Hall would be able to pressure Elder Zhuge Seong.

However, Cheon Woojin looked at him as if to say, 'what are you talking about'.

The man tilted his head.

"Don't tell

you haven't reported it to the Martial Alliance?"

"That's right."

"...Why?"

The man was puzzled.

Was that guy trying to make a deal with Elder Zhuge Seong?

If not, was he already a subordinate of Elder Zhuge Seong?

Although various questions crossed his mind, in the end, the answer that ca out of Cheon Woojin's mouth was completely different from his expectations.

"Because I have to guide them."

"G-guide?"

It was not a remark that a newcor of the Martial Alliance would make.

Moreover, if the opponent was the Zhuge family, one of the Five Great Families, even more so.

As the man's expression beca serious, Cheon Woojin looked up at the sign of the Zhuge family for a mont and was lost in thought.

The day Cheon Woojin had fully accepted and mastered the martial arts of the Black Master and the White Master.

The two masters and Cheon Woojin had talked all night.

The White Master would list the things he wanted from Cheon Woojin as a master, and the things he must do as a martial artist.

In general, it was about destroying evil and upholding justice.

- Master, what if there is evil in the white path?

- It's a sad thing. But it can't be said that it doesn't exist. If you see such guys, especially if they are one of the Five Great Families and the Nine Sects One Gang that make up the Martial Alliance...

The White Master would let out a continuous sigh as if the thought alone were sad.

- Woojin, you must guide them yourself.

- Yes, I understand.

Cheon Woojin, who recalled the conversation with his master from long ago, looked at the sign of the Zhuge family and nodded his head.

The Zhuge family was the pillar of the white path.

However, to obtain the treasure map, they had sent assassins through the black path and had the Shadowless Divine Thief steal the item.

They had spread rumors to fra the unit commander and deputy commander of the Martial Alliance, and moreover, they had made their subordinate bite a poison pill in his molars.

It was not sothing the white path would do.

"Master, I will follow your order."

Cheon Woojin, who said so, took out the Crane Feather Fan instead of the Crescent Moon Staff.

Soon, as he waved the Crane Feather Fan, the gentle breeze that had gathered at the end moved towards the large main gate of the Zhuge family.

The gentle breeze, as always, grew in size as it moved forward and eventually raged as a gust of wind.

The main gate of the Zhuge family had protected the safety of the family in that place for hundreds of years.

However...

Rumble-!

The thick door was torn to pieces like a piece of paper.

The gust of wind swallowed not only the main gate but also the walls of the Zhuge family and caused a disaster.

From inside, the urgent shouts and footsteps of the Zhuge family martial artists were heard one after another, and soone shouted.

"I-intruder!"

"What crazy bastard...!"

How long had it been since the main building of the Five Great Families had been invaded by soone? While everyone was in a state of confusion, Cheon Woojin calmly spat out the words he had to say.

"The disciple of the White Flower Sword Saint, Cheon Woojin. Following my master's order, I will guide the rotten white path."

His voice was buried in the enormous gust of wind and scattered.

(End of Chapter)