The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 273

It didn't take much time to finish off all the Ghost Iron Gate disciples.

In the first place, they were bastards who had lost their will to fight, and the swords they timidly resisted with, filled with fear, posed no threat to me.

The courtesans, at some point, had gathered on the stage where Mo Hang had been performing, and were trembling with their heads bowed.

It is a scene where someone is slaughtering someone, regardless of who is on their side and who is their enemy.

It must have been a moment that was hard to endure for them, who were not accustomed to blood and death.

"It's... all over."

I said to them softly.

The area where I am standing is littered with corpses, and blood is trickling like a stream.

It must be a horrific scene, but they looked straight at where I was standing.

And...

"Ah...! Ah...!"

They began to shed tears with exclamations full of emotion.

They had realized that everything was over now.

They had realized that they could now go to the homes they had only dreamed of.

"Musician."

"Yes, yes, great hero!"

"There are still martial artists left outside. Please take care of the courtesans and the servants who were carrying the food here for a moment. I will take care of it quickly and come back."

"Ah, I understand, great hero!"

Mo Hang answered me, completely frozen.

I, seeing him show a completely different attitude from how he had treated me a little while ago, gave him a broad smile and then left the inner court.

***

More time passed, and I had finished off everyone in the Ghost Iron Gate.

Slaughter. It was literally a slaughter.

Since I opened my eyes as Unhwi of the Wudang Sect, I have killed the most people at once.

I have wiped out other unorthodox sects like this before, and I have also fought in many-on-many battles and annihilated the enemies.

But at that time, I did not kill everyone.

I captured those who could be captured, and killed those who had to be killed.

However, today, I cannot show such mercy.

'The death of the fourth young master of the Demonic Cult is involved. If I let my guard down even a little, I might become their first target.'

Although I have become much stronger now, I am not yet strong enough to handle the full force of the Demonic Cult bastards.

If they set me as their target and decide to kill me, it would be no different from a dog's death.

That's why I became ruthless today.

Recalling the days when I was the Self-Taught Swordsman Unhwi, I did not hold back.

At this moment, I felt two emotions at the same time.

The first is pity for the past Self-Taught Swordsman Unhwi.

'I... no, you have always fought such difficult battles.'

At that time, I was alone.

Because I was alone, I had no choice but to be cruel, and because I was alone, I had no choice but to be fierce in every fight.

At that time, I did not hesitate to use killing moves.

Because if I were to let them live and pass by, and they got up and stabbed me in the back, I would have no choice but to be defeated helplessly.

I am so fortunate now.

The fact that I have senior brothers, a master, and comrades whom I can trust with my back is a great blessing in itself.

And the second thought that comes to mind.

'I've become stronger. I've definitely become stronger.'

Today, except for movement techniques and footwork, I did not use the sword arts of the Wudang Sect at all.

I only used the Un Family Sword Art.

And yet, not only did I handle all the Ghost Iron Gate disciples with ease, but I also finished off the young master of the Demonic Cult.

The reason the Demonic Flower Hall Master used me today is all too obvious.

It is to kill the fourth young master of the Demonic Cult without leaving his trace.

He probably thought this.

Even if I leave a trace, it will ultimately be the trace of the Wudang Sect's martial arts.

Since it is a natural thing for an orthodox faction martial artist to wipe out an unorthodox sect that is committing atrocities, he will think that the fourth young master was just unlucky.

'If that had happened, the Demonic Cult bastards would not have considered our Wudang Sect as a vague enemy, but as an irreconcilable foe.'

The Demonic Flower Hall Master had underestimated me too much.

He probably thought that I would win.

Knowing how terribly that perverted bastard thinks of me, he would not have pushed me into a deadly situation.

However, he seems to have expected that the combined force of the Ghost Iron Gate and the fourth young master would be something I could only win by using all the martial arts I had learned and doing my best.

'The bastard was aiming for two birds with one stone. While eliminating the fourth young master with my hands, he tried to create a distance between me and the Wudang Sect.'

The Wudang Sect almost became the culprit of this incident.

He would have said this.

'The Wudang Sect will be in crisis because of you. If you are in the Wudang Sect, things like this will continue to happen in the future. So if you don't want to cause any more harm to your sect, leave the Wudang Sect and follow me.'

Although he was not by my side, I sent a sneer to the him in my imagination.

With this incident, the Wudang Sect will never be pointed out as the culprit.

They will have no choice but to chase after the back of a mysterious master they have never heard of or seen, a Self-Taught Swordsman.

I'm not even worried that the Demonic Flower Hall Master might say it was my doing.

Because the moment he says that, he will surely be questioned about how he knows about this matter.

The Demonic Flower Hall Master is not a person foolish enough to self-destruct.

"You can come out now, everyone."

I went back to the inner court and said to the people who were still trembling and huddled there.

Mo Hang, as if the resolute appearance he had shown me earlier was not a bluff, was comforting the people around him.

"Musician."

"Yes, great hero."

"This is as far as I go. Can I leave the rest to you, musician?"

"The rest? What do you mean by that?"

"Informing the Beggars' Sect that there was a fight here, sorting out the survivors and sending them home, and identifying the people who were sacrificed to them."

"How can I..."

"It's because you are the only person I can trust here right now, musician."

He looked around and then nodded his head with a firm expression.

Did he think he was saved thanks to me? He said he would definitely keep my words.

"And when the Beggars' Sect disciples clean this place up, they will surely clean up the wealth that came out of here as well. Don't forget to tell them to distribute it fairly to the survivors and the sacrificed people."

"Ah, I understand."

"You shouldn't be unable to speak because you're scared of martial artists. The Beggars' Sect disciples are righteous people, unlike these people."

"Yes. I will definitely tell them that."

I just said that and then turned my steps and left the Ghost Iron Gate.

"Warrior!"

At that moment, Mo Hang called me.

When I looked back at him, Mo Hang said to me, "May I ask for your esteemed name once again?"

I, with a chuckle, said, "I said I was the Self-Taught Swordsman Hwi-un, have you forgotten?"

"Ah, no. Just to confirm..."

He had clearly forgotten.

"Then I will really leave the rest to you."

I really left the Ghost Iron Gate.

Although I have finished off everyone here, my work is not all over yet.

Because this matter will only end when I meet the person I want to meet the least.

How far had I come down the mountain path?

As I thought, that bastard appeared in front of me.

"Unhwi..."

"Demonic Flower Hall Master."

He is glaring at me as if he is looking at me with hostility.

What does that expression mean?

Is he angry that his plan failed? Or is he contemplating whether to keep his promise with me this time, like last time?

"Hahahaha! Hahaha!"

But he soon laughed out loud.

Fortunately, he had a very satisfied expression.

"Hey, Unhwi. Do you know who you killed today?"

"What do I know? A villain."

"What?"

"It means I don't need to know who it was. Just from what I saw with my own eyes, they were bastards who deserved to die."

"Villains who deserved to die?"

"Yes. Today's fight has no more or less meaning to me than that. I just punished a villain. That's my impression of today."

He, with a subtle expression, narrowed his eyes and, looking at me, said, "A villain. A villain, you say. What is your definition of a villain? I see the martial world as a world of the law of the jungle. The strong eat the weak. Just because a tiger eats a deer, you don't call the tiger evil, do you?"

"You're talking nonsense. Are we beasts? What's the difference between humans and beasts? Ah! I see your Demonic Cult thinks of itself as just beasts. I understand."

"What are you talking about...!"

"No, thinking about it carefully, you might be worse than beasts. The world of the law of the jungle? A tiger and a deer? A tiger doesn't hunt when it's full. The wild is about hunting only as much as you need to eat when you're hungry. But what about those bastards a little while ago? They tormented people more than necessary, and exploited more than necessary. They killed people just for fun and pleasure. Even a tiger, if it kills a person for fun, is called an evil tiger, and hunters go out to hunt it."

"......"

The Demonic Flower Hall Master couldn't answer.

Of course. Because he wouldn't be able to refute my words at all.

To be honest, I had many questions.

Why on earth was the fourth young master in a place like this without a single escort, what kind of benefit did he want to gain by killing the fourth young master, and the Demonic Flower Hall Master seems to have some scheme, but what on earth is that scheme?

But, I will not ask any of that today.

Today, I will just leave the fact that I have punished a villain like this.

Because that would be the best way to screw over the Demonic Flower Hall Master who used me as a sword today.

"If you say one more word, promise or not, I will kill you in this place. And I won't kill you easily. I'll play with you for a while and then kill you."

"......"

"You..."

"......"

"This damn! Are you really not saying a single word because I told you not to?"

"......"

"Agh! Annoying! Speak! I won't kill you for speaking!"

"Yes. I don't want to die either."

The bastard, as if he couldn't help it, shook his head and looked at me with a sullen expression.

I said to him first, "One year. You said one year with your own mouth."

"Hmph. I'm full of thoughts of keeping my promise now, but I don't know when my mind might change."

I, looking at the disgusting bastard who was speaking coquettishly with a pouting expression, opened my mouth without a word.

"Demonic Flower Hall Master."

"Why?"

"Your method is wrong."

"What method?"

"If you want to win a person over, you should look at the other person's heart, not your own. If you really want to have me, you should make me really want to follow you. Even if you force me to follow you by forcibly fitting a scheme, would my heart want to follow you? For one, I hate people who don't keep their promises."

"You...!"

"And what I just said is not just about my relationship with you. You don't have any friends, do you? You don't have many subordinates who truly follow you, do you?"

"N-No! I have so many subordinates...!"

I chuckled.

"Well. You probably have many subordinates. But I'm asking if you have any subordinates who have a human relationship with you and truly follow you out of admiration. I don't think you do."

"......"

He was at a loss for words again.

It seems I hit a nerve.

I, leaving him who was suddenly lost in thought, turned my steps and began to go down the mountain.

And I shouted to the Demonic Flower Hall Master who was not following me, "One year! This time, it's one year!"

As I was looking for a nearby inn, I thought.

That a year from now, for some reason, the Demonic Flower Hall Master would try to kill me if he couldn't take me with him then.

That's why, during the remaining one year, I resolved to surpass my limits once again.

Until then, I will grow, risking my life, and grow again, and when I meet the Demonic Flower Hall Master again a year later.

'He will have to decide between giving up on taking me, or dying at my hands.'

I hardened my will once again.

I have another reason to become stronger.

(End of Chapter)