The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 180

"Ugh!"

The Demon Flower Hall Master, whose legs gave way for a moment, staggered and sat down, and I quickly stepped back on my lightness skill and moved away from his domain.

Originally, I should have taken this opportunity to attack relentlessly, but I didn't.

Because if I really tried to kill the Demon Flower Hall Master and he got really angry, he might try to kill me.

'I did it.'

That's that, and what's done is done.

It was a technique that could only be used once.

Fortunately, the Demon Flower Hall Master never thought that my belt would be a flexible sword, and I aimed for that gap properly.

'What if he doesn't keep his promise?'

It's true that such a thought occurred to me for a moment.

But I looked at him calmly, as if I had no such thoughts at all.

"Ouch... it hurts. How long has it been since I've seen blood?"

He tore off his sleeve and tied it tightly around his thigh.

With just that much first aid, he stood up as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps because he was not used to handling a flexible sword, or perhaps because my skills were only up to this point, my attack seemed to have been shallower than I thought.

It was a good thing that I had moved back earlier without trying to land a follow-up blow.

"I won."

"Yes. You won."

The Demon Flower Hall Master smiled creepily.

Even though he had been cut by a sword and was bleeding so much, he had a very joyful expression, as if it didn't hurt at all.

"I'm worried... I'm really worried."

"What are you worried about?"

"Of course, I'm worried about whether to keep my promise with you or not."

He said something that didn't even make sense as if it were nothing.

I can't seem to grasp how his way of thinking is.

"A promise is meant to be kept, so of course you have to keep it, right? Originally, a martial artist, and a man, does not speak with two mouths. I guess a Demonic Cult member is a little different?"

Even after I said it, I was taken aback.

Because to be honest, judging by his tone, actions, and appearance, the line between whether he was a man or a woman was ambiguous.

Fortunately, the Demon Flower Hall Master did not pick on that and answered my words.

"Of course, our Heavenly Demon Divine Cult members are also good at keeping promises. Although we may be good at betrayal and schemes, it is a courtesy to keep the promises we have made with our own mouths."

"Then why are you worried? Now hurry up and get lost. Shoo. Shoo."

"Hmph... that's right. Originally, I was going to turn around and go without any regrets... but it's just that you're too tempting to just go."

He licked his lips as he said that, and I felt goosebumps all over my body.

"Hoo..."

I took a deep breath and then stealthily brought the Red Dragon Sword to my neck.

The Demon Flower Hall Master's eyes widened a little as he looked at me.

"Now... what are you trying to do?"

"Can't you see? If you don't keep your promise, I will die."

"Are you serious? Do you think I'll let you die?"

"You won't leave me alone. But will it be faster for me to cut my own neck here? Or will it be faster for you to run to me with those legs that are not in good condition and restrain me? As you know well, I have the skill to cleanly cut off my own neck."

The sleeve he had wrapped around his thigh was already starting to get stained with blood.

Although the Demon Flower Hall Master was trying hard to act fine, it seems the wound was quite deep.

"As expected... I like it."

But the greed in his eyes seems to have deepened even more.

He stared at me blankly and then opened his mouth.

"Alright. I'll go."

"Please just go."

"Instead, since I kept my promise, you have to keep your promise too."

"What promise. The promise that you'll come to get me again after six months?"

"That's right."

He smiled with his eyes and continued, "Grow even more until then. I'll have to start training again too. And don't die carelessly anywhere."

"Who said anything about dying?"

"Judging by your personality and what you do, it doesn't seem like your life will be that long. Wherever you go and whatever you do, think of it as crossing a stone bridge even after tapping it, always be careful of your body, and if it seems dangerous, run away hard, and never risk your life..."

He rambled on with worries, as if a sect leader were calling his disciples before they left the sect.

As my frown showed no signs of easing, he, finding it amusing, laughed and then changed his expression and said, "Then I'm going."

"I said please go."

"It might not be exactly six months. Don't wait for me according to the six months, but miss me leisurely."

"That won't happen. Please just get lost. Please!"

"You don't have to be so happy."

He, after rambling on with unlucky words until the end, took a step, a step backward, and then at some point, *pa-at!*, he performed a lightness skill and disappeared from sight.

I, even after he had disappeared, couldn't do anything for a long time, and then I collapsed on the floor.

"Heo-eo-eo..."

And I thought my soul would escape with the long sigh I let out.

"I don't want to... I don't want to meet you again."

There is no other madman like that.

Although I had only faced him for about a shichen at most, my energy was so drained that I couldn't even stand.

It wasn't just my energy that was drained.

I felt muscle pain for the first time in a long time, as if I had moved so violently in that short time.

I put both my hands on the ground, leaned my back back, and then looked around.

Usually, after a fight like this, the surroundings are bound to be a mess, but the surroundings were surprisingly clean.

If it weren't for the blood on that flexible sword, which was lying on the floor and writhing after I had thrown it away carelessly when I sat down, I would have been able to believe that his coming was not a fact but my dream.

"Hoo... yes. I have to get up."

I barely came to my senses, got up from my seat, and picked up the flexible sword.

Like him, I tore off one of my sleeves, wiped the sword clean, and then put it back in my belt, and it became very inconspicuous again.

'By the way, if I hadn't met the master of the Shi-yue Pavilion, I would have been in danger twice.'

I thought of the Shi-yue Pavilion, which would be busy with business around this time.

When I fought with the White King Flag Master, I was able to win thanks to the Ghost Armor, and in the bet with the Demon Flower Hall Master, I was able to win thanks to the flexible sword.

I suddenly had the thought that I should go to Wuhan once when I have time after returning to the Wudang Sect.

"Until six months later... I have to increase the intensity of my training."

The Demon Flower Hall Master was not a face that would give up.

While thinking about how to send him back again then, I buried the blood-soaked sleeve in the ground and then went back to the place where Senior Uncle Hyeon Cheong and Taoist Man Cheong were sleeping.

Although I had an anxious feeling that the Demon Flower Hall Master might have done something to them on his way back, that was a groundless fear.

Because when I went back there, the two of them were sleeping well.

"Hmm... Hwi-ya. Where have you been?"

As I leaned against a large tree and sat down, Senior Uncle Hyeon Cheong, who seemed to have woken up to the sound, asked me.

"Just over there."

"Really? Huh...? Wait. Your sleeve?"

My senior uncle, who had discovered my torn sleeve, seemed to have woken up completely and got up from his seat and came up to me.

He looked at my face with a serious expression and said, "What happened?"

At his question, I shook my head firmly.

Although I will have to tell him later, there is no need to make my senior uncle, whose body is not in good condition, worry by telling him now.

Because knowing Senior Uncle Hyeon Cheong's personality, if he hears my story, he will not be able to sleep properly, worrying about whether the Demon Flower Hall Master will come again, or if there are any other enemies.

Right now, rest is the most important thing for my senior uncle.

So I said in a confident tone, "No. Nothing happened."

***

Two more days passed after the fight with the Demon Flower Hall Master.

During that time, my senior uncle and Taoist Man Cheong literally ate well and rested well.

We got an inn in the village the very next day, and we didn't even go out of there, but just repeated eating and sleeping at the inn.

I called a physician several times for Taoist Man Cheong, and the physician said that fortunately, the wound was not that badly infected, and that he would get better soon if he just applied the medicine well and rested.

My senior uncle and Taoist Man Cheong really rested well.

Especially, as if they had gotten a taste for it because of the meat I had caught for them a few days ago, my senior uncle and Taoist Man Cheong very naturally ordered meat dishes, and thanks to that, I was also able to take a rest while nourishing my body.

In fact, I had no intention of resting this much, but perhaps because the fight with the Demon Flower Hall Master had been quite a strain, I also had no choice but to rest for two days straight.

"Hwi-ya... then in six months, you'll have to face him again, won't you?"

"Yes. But well... it's six months later, so I'll have to try something until then."

"If only my body had been in good condition that day, we could have killed him together."

"No. In my opinion, if we had done that, we both might have died. It's better that it turned out this way."

And I, who couldn't win against my senior uncle's continuous questioning, had no choice but to tell Senior Uncle Hyeon Cheong the story of that night.

However, since I had promised not to tell anyone about my flexible sword, I did not tell him in detail how I had won the bet with him.

Judging by the fact that my senior uncle did not press me on that point, it seemed he was thinking that I had somehow managed it with my martial arts.

"Then I will be with you in six months."

"It's okay. Senior uncle, you have to do your own work too. In fact, if I don't like my own achievement, there is also a way for me to not go down from Mount Wudang at all."

My senior uncle apologized to me repeatedly, even though he had done nothing wrong, and I had to say it was okay several times.

And so another day passed.

"O-Over there. Taoist masters! You have to come out quickly."

A waiter rushed to our room on the second floor of the inn, where we were sleeping in late.

This waiter was startled when we naturally ordered meat dishes on the first day we came, but when I stealthily gave him a few coins from behind, he suddenly became a waiter who followed me as if we were a secret society.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Th-That's... there is a guest who has come to see the three of you. You have to come out quickly! I have to go down right away. Because I'm the only waiter in our shop, there is no one to serve tea to that person."

The waiter rambled on and then went down to the first floor again, and we, after somehow tidying up our messy hair, went down.

Somehow, Taoist Man Cheong ended up leading the way, and he, who had gone down the stairs first, suddenly shouted, "S-Sect leader, how did you get here!"

"Sect leader?"

There is only one person Taoist Man Cheong would call the sect leader.

The sect leader of Kunlun, Geuman Jonja.

The sect leader, who rarely leaves the sect, has come down here.

Only then do I understand why the waiter was so out of his mind.

This village is right next to Mount Kunlun, so it is a village that is practically under the protection of Kunlun.

Thanks to that, there are no bandits around, and no robbers even think of appearing. It's a bonus that there are no petty thieves or ruffians.

So the people of this village have no choice but to tremble like that in front of the Taoists of Kunlun, especially the sect leader of Kunlun.

"I greet the sect leader."

"I greet the sect leader."

Senior Uncle Hyeon Cheong and I hurried to the front of Geuman Jonja and showed our respect.

When I glanced to the side, there were already numerous Kunlun martial artists in the inn, and among them, Yu Cheongja and our master were also mixed in.

"All three of you, raise your heads."

Geuman Jonja said to us in a benevolent voice.

He looked down at us with a moved face.

But Taoist Man Cheong fell to his knees.

"I'm sorry, Sect Leader. I was the only one who survived. I have no face to see the sect leader."

"It's okay. Don't say that. Now is a moment that is not enough to be happy that even you have survived..."

He spoke warmly and helped Man Cheong up.

"Thank you for coming back. And Hyeon Cheong..."

"Yes, Sect Leader."

"Thanks to you, we were able to root out the Demonic Cult guys who had settled down near Qinghai. I am also grateful to you. Lastly, Unhwi."

"Yes."

Geuman Jonja looked at me for a moment with affectionate eyes, and then he bowed his head deeply.

"I express my sincere gratitude."

"Uh, uh. Why are you doing this?"

Everyone here was flustered, and so was I.

Because it is a very exceptional thing for the sect leader of one of the Nine Sects and One Gang to bow his head.

He raised his head again, took out a piece of wood from his bosom, and handed it to me.

On that piece of wood, the two characters for 'Repaying a Favor' were clearly written.

(End of Chapter)