The Youngest Member Chapter 95

The Poisonous Hand had many absurd things happen to him recently.

In his youth, when he was friends with the Black Master, he was caught experinting with poison on his body and had been on the run his whole life.

But, he had heard from his disciple that the Black Master was already dead.

Although he had even organized the Black Killing Society by gathering people including the Shadowless Divine Thief to kill the Black Master.

'It was truly a futile thing.'

At the sa ti, he felt a strange emotion.

At the ti, he did not know the identity of that emotion, but as ti passed, he realized that it was sadness.

The Poisonous Hand had feared the Black Master his whole life, but at the sa ti, he had felt sorry. How could his heart be at ease when he had sent his old friend away without being able to apologize?

In fact, if it were the Black Master's realm, he would have found and killed the Poisonous Hand, but after realizing that he had not, it was even more so.

And the Black Master's disciple was also absurd. As if to prove that he was the Black Master's disciple, he was a guy with a truly fierce hand, but in the end, that guy also did not kill him and let him live.

He had been saved twice by the Black Master's disciple.

That had changed the Poisonous Hand's life a little. Perhaps because he thought that there was no one chasing him anymore, for so reason, he wanted to co back to his hotown.

A very long ti ago. That is, around the ti when the current Poison King had just sat on the position of the family head.

He had been pushed out of the succession battle and had been kicked out. He was not resentful. Because his younger brother, who was called the Poison King, Tang Myeonghak, was a guy who deserved it. In fact, he was even grateful that he had been kicked out alive.

He had definitely lived thinking so...

"But to see a similar picture as soon as I co ho, I feel quite unpleasant."

He knew of the existence of Tang Bicheon and Tang Soyeon.

Although he had been kicked out before Tang Soyeon was born, he had not lived with his ears completely closed to the news of the Tang family.

An older brother trying to kill his younger sister. And in a hideous state with his balls burst, his eyes were colored with madness...

"Your father was not that hideous."

"Shut up! What shalessness do you have to return to the family after being kicked out decades ago!"

"Hoho..."

The Poisonous Hand let out a strange laugh.

He had devoted his whole life to poison. What more needed to be said when he had even put poison on the sleeping Black Master's body?

In his view, Tang Bicheon seed to have been poisoned. Not a deadly poison that lted the skin or organs, but a poison that gnawed at the mind.

"Well, what shalessness do I have to interfere in the succession battle?"

The Poisonous Hand obediently admitted and let go of Tang Bicheon's wrist.

The mont Tang Bicheon was about to laugh with an expression that said 'of course'.

Jjeo-eong-!

The Poisonous Hand thrust out a palm. Tang Bicheon hurriedly crossed his arms and blocked, but he was pushed far back.

"Hey, you son of a bitch! No matter what, where is there an older brother who stabs his younger sister with a dagger!"

In fact, there were quite a few.

In the succession battles of forces of the level of the Five Great Families, even worse things often happened.

However, the Poisonous Hand was just feeling unpleasant. The Poisonous Hand, who had sohow empathized with Tang Soyeon, clicked his tongue and continued to speak.

"I heard that this guy Myeonghak has dentia, and it seems to be true. The house is in a ss, but he doesn't even show his face. Myeonghak! You bastard, Poison King!"

"Sh-shut up!"

Tang Bicheon was rarely flustered. Because he was afraid that his father, whom he had put to sleep deeply, would wake up. No matter how much he had dentia, he did not know what reaction he would show if he saw this state.

At that sight, the Poisonous Hand burst into a chuckle.

"Hey! You vermin-like Tang family bastards!!"

As the Poisonous Hand's shouts erupted one after another, what appeared was not the Poison King, but the martial artists of the Tang family.

Among them were those who recognized the Poisonous Hand.

"E-elder brother!"

It was the First Elder, Tang Myeongun.

The Poisonous Hand's eyes narrowed.

"How am I your older brother? It's been decades since I was kicked out, so aren't we strangers?"

"Ahem! Where on earth have you been all this ti to co back now?"

"You weren't curious."

"..."

Tang Myeongun shut his mouth. His words were right. Although he had heard of the Poisonous Hand's notoriety several tis, he had not sought him out.

Although he was originally a person who was crazy about poison, his actions after being kicked out were truly fitting of the word 'madman'.

The Poisonous Hand let out a chuckle. Although his mouth was smiling, his green pupils were scolding the martial artists of the Tang family.

"When that guy Tang Bicheon was trying to kill Soyeon, you all closed your ears, and now you're all rushing over. The family is in a fine state!"

"..."

The eyes of the Tang family martial artists, who had been insulted to their faces, beca murderous. To them, the Poisonous Hand was not an elder of the family, but just a loser who had been kicked out.

That was the nature of the Tang family.

However, the Poisonous Hand rather enjoyed that gaze. Because he could feel with his skin that he had really returned to his hotown.

"Look at these guys' eyes. They've all gone crazy. Yes, today I will correct your habits on behalf of Myeonghak. Since I am the older brother of the Poison King, call

the Poison Emperor!"

"...Kill him!"

Tang Bicheon shouted.

However, the martial artists flinched.

They were also martial artists of the Tang family. They had noticed that an invisible poison had already spread in this corridor.

At that sight, the Poisonous Hand burst into a hearty laugh.

"Yes! It's the Formless Poison! I have created that legendary Formless Poison! Hahahahahahaha!"

Of course, he had not created the Formless Poison. Although he had devoted his whole life, he had only achieved two of the three, colorless, odorless, and tasteless. However, it was a clear fact that even if he had achieved only one of them, it was a top-level poison art.

It was then.

"Young master, do you perhaps need my help?"

For a mont, the Poisonous Hand's face hardened. The voice that ca from beyond the Tang family martial artists who had gathered densely in the corridor.

Although it was as unpleasant as scratching iron with long fingernails, the internal energy contained in it was real.

Tang Bicheon's face brightened.

"Dharma Master! Please kill that guy, the Poisonous Hand, right now!"

"Hoho, as soone who has taken refuge in Buddhism, it is not good to keep seeing blood. But I cannot ignore the young master's request..."

Although he spoke as if he were in trouble, his steps as he pushed through the Tang family martial artists did not seem to be in trouble at all.

No, rather, he even seed to be enjoying this situation, looking cheerful.

The Poisonous Hand could tell at a glance as soon as he saw him.

"So it was this monk's doing. To make our kids' eyes turn over like that."

That guy had spread poison in the Tang family. And a very deadly poison at that.

The Poisonous Hand pulled the fainted Tang Soyeon into his arms. Although he did not know, if he left her like this, she would definitely die.

While doing so, he glared at the Wondang Dharma Master and raised his poison ki.

Although he had been beaten before because his opponents were the Black Master and his disciple, the Poisonous Hand himself was not a person who would make a sorry sound anywhere.

"Poisonous Hand, Poisonous Hand..."

The Wondang Dharma Master repeated that nickna for a mont.

It was a very familiar nickna, but he could not quite rember it.

"I wonder if it will be too late if I think after killing him first."

The Wondang Dharma Master drew a sly smile.

The Poisonous Hand's expression, who had witnessed that smile, hardened.

'This son of a...'

That smile, that energy, that atmosphere.

Although it was definitely different from the Black Master, it kept reminding him of him.

The Poisonous Hand realized.

'A disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son!'

The Poisonous Hand was a master.

Although he had many shortcomings, he also had many strengths.

The best among them was that there was no ti lag between his thoughts and actions.

He tightened his hand holding Tang Soyeon and at the sa ti kicked the floor and flew his body.

Swish-!

The Poisonous Hand disappeared at a truly enormous speed.

The Wondang Dharma Master chased after him at a similar speed.

"..."

The Tang family martial artists who were left alone in the corridor looked at each other. In the anti, Tang Bicheon's roar erupted.

"Chase that guy right now! And one of you, bring a doctor right now!"

"Oh! Young master! Th-there...!"

"Shut up!"

Tang Bicheon's roar just erupted one after another.

* * *

The Poisonous Hand ran until the soles of his feet were hot even after he had left the Tang family.

The reason why he had been able to survive while committing all sorts of atrocities his whole life. The Poisonous Hand's intuition and gut feeling were really good.

He did not know if that monk was really a disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son. It was just a possibility. However, if there was even a sliver of possibility, the ones to be avoided were the guys and gals who were involved with the Dark Heavenly Son.

'Myeonghak, you son of a bitch. Because you beca a fool, that kind of riffraff is shaking the Tang family!'

The Poisonous Hand had the sa thought as the First Elder.

If the Poison King were sane, the Wondang Dharma Master would never have been able to run wild in the Tang family like that.

No matter how frightening the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son were, there were masters in the righteous path who had reached the Heavenly Outer Heavens.

The representative figures were the Sword King of the Nangong family, the White Flower Sword Saint of the Martial Alliance, and the Poison King of the Sichuan Tang family.

Anyway, the Poisonous Hand thought while running. Seeing the montum of the monk chasing him from behind, it seed that he would not give up easily.

'Where should I run?'

His younger brother, the Poison King, had dentia.

He could not go to the Nangong family or the Martial Alliance.

Should he devote himself to the Heavenly Demon Cult? Even if he had a bad reputation, wouldn't they give him the nickna of a poison demon?

He thought about it for a mont, but it was too big a gamble.

'In the end, is it the Black Plaque Star?'

He knew that the connection between the Black Plaque Star Lord and the Black Master was quite deep.

If he went and explained that he was a friend of the Black Master, wouldn't he chase away that monk?

At the end of that long thought, one person suddenly ca to mind. He did not know why. He just ca to mind.

The disciple of the Black Master, Cheon Woojin.

"Hey, I have pride too."

It was not a thing to be saved twice by the disciple of a friend. Thinking so, he shook his head and shook off the idle thoughts. But Cheon Woojin's face did not easily disappear from before his eyes.

For a mont, he thought it was strange, but he soon realized. That that face was not an illusion he had created.

"Poisonous Hand?"

He had not known that that unique dry voice would be so welco.

A flower blood on the Poisonous Hand's face.

The Poisonous Hand kicked the floor and rotated his body three tis in the empty air and then stopped. Because he had been using his movent skills so quickly, he had to do this to stop suddenly.

Of course, it was a fact that he had rotated two more tis even though one rotation would have been enough.

Soon, the Poisonous Hand, who had landed stylishly, shouted loudly at the monk and the Tang family martial artists who were chasing him fiercely from behind.

"You bastards! Where on earth has the righteousness of the white path disappeared! Are you not afraid of the heavens!"

"...?"

The stopped Wondang Dharma Master and the Tang family martial artists had dumbfounded expressions. Because it was not a word that would co out of the Poisonous Hand's mouth.

Whether that was the case or not, the Poisonous Hand proudly puffed out his chest and continued to speak.

"How can a guy who is the young master of the Five Great Families try to stab his own younger sister with a dagger! And, you guys were just watching that!"

He shouted so and glanced at Cheon Woojin.

That's right. He was tattling.

"Is that true?"

"Yes, nephew. As a mber of the Martial Alliance, it must be hard to bear. I understand your heart. I will help you, so let's wipe out those guys together."

"...?"

This ti, Cheon Woojin tilted his head. Since when had he beco the Poisonous Hand's nephew?

At that sight, the Poisonous Hand's words continued.

"A master and a father are the sa. I am your master's friend. So you are my nephew, and I am no different from your uncle."

Cheon Woojin had a dumbfounded expression. He thought that a madman also spoke nonsense with great sincerity.

Of course, he could not let Tang Soyeon die. Anyway, she was a mber of the Martial Alliance, and since he was also currently in the Martial Alliance, he had to.

"Please lay Miss Tang here."

"Yes, that's a very good idea. As expected of my nephew."

"..."

The Poisonous Hand laid Tang Soyeon far away. It was a range that he thought Cheon Woojin could protect.

Soon, Cheon Woojin emitted his ki and checked Tang Soyeon's condition nonchalantly.

'There's no big problem.'

Although her energy seed a little unstable, it seed to be just because she was surprised.

Cheon Woojin quietly took out the Crane Feather Fan from his bosom. The Poisonous Hand, who saw that, shook his head fiercely.

"..."

Cheon Woojin put away the Crane Feather Fan and took out the Crescent Moon Staff.

Only then did the Poisonous Hand's expression beco truly comfortable.

Soon, Cheon Woojin took his eyes off the Poisonous Hand and looked at the martial artists who had gathered in front.

At a glance, there was a heterogeneous existence mixed in with the martial artists of the Tang family. It was the one who had given the pill to Tang Bicheon at the duel.

Cheon Woojin and the Wondang Dharma Master stared at each other.

'Demonic Doctor.'

If Cheon Woojin's guess was correct, that guy must be the nad disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son, the Demonic Doctor.

He did not know for what reason he was staying in the Tang family. However, if he was a disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son, it was the order of his Black Master to smash his head regardless of the reason.

The mont Cheon Woojin slightly raised the Crescent Moon Staff and took a step.

A group of people arrived from the front and back.

"Cheon Woojin! Are you crazy? I definitely said that individual action is..."

Zhuge Lin looked at the situation and then slightly shut her mouth. The Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander also sensed the unusual atmosphere and raised his energy.

What had landed behind Cheon Woojin were the mbers of the Martial Alliance.

And what had appeared in front were the elders of the Tang family, including Tang Bicheon.

Cheon Woojin said to Zhuge Lin.

"I'm sorry. I suddenly felt the energy of the Poisonous Hand."

"What? The Poisonous Hand?"

Zhuge Lin and the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander were surprised at the sa ti and looked at the Poisonous Hand. He was already an infamous villain.

Was the Poisonous Hand burdened by that gaze?

He shouted to move people's attention.

"You bastard, Tang Bicheon! You ca running well even though your balls burst after being hit by your younger sister! As expected, the young master of the Tang family is different."

At the sa ti.

The mbers of the Martial Alliance, including Zhuge Lin and the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander.

The martial artists of the Tang family, including the Wondang Dharma Master and the elders.

All of their gazes turned to Tang Bicheon.

Was it anger or sha? Anyway, Tang Bicheon, whose face had turned red like a heated iron, shouted loudly.

"He is a guy who has insulted the dignity of the Tang family! Kill him right now!"

He intentionally pointed only at the Poisonous Hand.

In Tang Bicheon's common sense, the mbers of the Martial Alliance did not yet have a reason to attack the Tang family.

Unfortunately, Tang Bicheon did not know. That there were sotis beings in the world who existed outside of common sense.

Flash.

A single black flash crossed the battlefield.

(End of Chapter)