The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 280

"Young Master. Let's go together!"

Jeong Ha-rin, who had been walking briskly ahead, came up next to me and stuck to my side.

"You really have a cool personality. But this tavern's paths are complicated, yet you're finding your way correctly. Have you been here before?"

"No. I haven't been here, I'm just walking because I think this is the way to go."

"Oh my. You're so good at finding your way."

Although she keeps acting cute next to me, to be honest, I have no emotional turmoil.

It's not just because she was the woman who hurt me in my past life.

It's because I know a woman who is much prettier, has a much better personality, has much more outstanding martial arts talent, and even puts in an incomparably greater amount of effort than her.

'Why am I thinking of Zhuge Ling here?'

Is my mind also becoming younger because I've been living in a young body for several years?

Or is it because Zhuge Ling, who was a real kid when I first met her, is also getting older?

At first, I only thought, 'What would I do with such a kid?', but even at this moment, I am naturally thinking of Zhuge Ling.

"Young Master! You have to come this way. What are you thinking about so much?"

"I was just thinking about something else for a moment..."

"We have a room reserved. Please come this way."

She, with a bright smile, took me to a rather large room.

This place is also very familiar.

Because the place where I was brutally rejected by her was right here.

"Please sit here. I'll introduce everyone."

We sat around a round table.

Excluding me, there were a total of six people, and including Jeong Ha-rin, there were two women and four men.

'I think I know who five of them are... but who is that other one?'

But five of them are faces I know well.

Because they also hung out together later.

But I don't know who that man in the gray martial arts uniform is.

"This is Young Master Seo Mun-jong-tak of the Seo Mun family, whom you were introduced to a little while ago."

"Hello, Young Master. As you were introduced a little while ago, I am Seo Mun-jong-tak. The second son of the Seo Mun family."

"I am Unhwi of the Wudang Sect."

"They said you were a blunt person, and you're just as I heard."

It was clearly visible on his face that he didn't like me.

Seeing this, he's still young. The him of ten years later at least knew how to hide his intentions.

"This is my favorite older sister. She's called Ye Hwa-rin of the Seonhwa Gate."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Young Master."

"The pleasure is all mine."

"Next is Young Master Ak Sang-cheol of the Shandong Ak family."

"I am Ak Sang-cheol."

"And this is Young Master Jin Seol-woo of the Guangdong Jin family."

"Please take care of me."

Up to this point, they are names I know well.

Except for Ye Hwa-rin, who moved far away due to marriage in the middle, the other three men hang out with Jeong Ha-rin for the next ten years.

"And the last person?"

"Ah, this is..."

"I am Hong Sa-ik of the Shinya Hong family."

"Hong Sa-ik...!"

Seo Mun-jong-tak cut in at that point and said to me, "You don't need to pay much attention to this person. We're just hanging out together recently due to various circumstances."

I was greatly surprised to hear the name Hong Sa-ik, but the other men said something as if they were ignoring him.

But to me, the name Hong Sa-ik is more shocking than those dregs.

'Hong Sa-ik. He was originally from the orthodox faction, but he defected to the Demonic Cult and showed tremendous divine power during the Righteous-Demonic Great War!'

He was a person who was as good as the right-hand man of the Demonic Cult's Right Envoy of Light.

Although he became a person who never returned after a mutual destruction with the Cheongseong Sect Leader in the Righteous-Demonic Great War, from the fact that he had the same divine power as the Sect Leader of one of the Nine Great Sects, he was a person with great martial arts.

Although I don't know much about Hong Sa-ik, the few things I know about him are, first, that he was from an orthodox faction that was not that prestigious, and second, that although it is common for orthodox faction martial artists to change their names after defecting to the Demonic Cult, he deliberately did not change his name.

'I think he said he wanted the culprits who made him go to the Demonic Cult to tremble when they heard his name?'

I don't know if the culprits really trembled, but it's highly likely that they did.

Because he had shown such tremendous divine power that most martial artists would be scared just by hearing his name.

'But why is he here? And hanging out with the Martial Alliance Leader's daughter, Jeong Ha-rin?'

As I was looking at him for a long time with a puzzled heart, Seo Mun-jong-tak raised his voice slightly at me.

"Young Master Unhwi?"

Although I was slightly annoyed that my thoughts were cut off, I looked at him, trying my best not to show it on the outside.

"Yes, Young Master Seo Mun."

"To be honest, I heard a little about you from Miss Ha-rin."

"What did you hear?"

"That you are very haughty and aloof."

"Me?"

As I made a puzzled expression, Jeong Ha-rin, with her eyes wide, said to Seo Mun-jong-tak with an expression as if she didn't know what he was talking about, "No, Young Master Seo Mun! What are you talking about? When did I say that?"

"I think you clearly said that to me earlier."

"Young Master Unhwi! It's a misunderstanding. I never said that. It's because Young Master Seo Mun is too mischievous."

"Mischievous? Didn't you tell me earlier? That you met the Taoist of the Wudang Sect for the first time, but he didn't even talk to you much, and that you were upset because he rejected Miss Jeong's suggestion to have a meal at the spot. So you wanted to invite us to your banquet, but you were afraid of being rejected, didn't you?"

"Although I did say that, it was just a complaint! I never meant to insult Young Master Unhwi."

They're playing well.

They're not just doing that today, they're still doing that ten years later.

Jeong Ha-rin is saying what she wants to say through Seo Mun-jong-tak.

Seo Mun-jong-tak's atmosphere, and his slightly more powerful martial arts compared to his peers, make that possible.

'To think they don't even think that there is a sky above the sky...'

This is something I'm saying by comparing him and me, but it also applies to Hong Sa-ik who is here right now.

Because in the future, Hong Sa-ik will become a master so strong that everyone here can't win even if they all attack him.

"Yes, yes. I think so."

When I answered vaguely about Hong Sa-ik, Jeong Ha-rin's and Seo Mun-jong-tak's expressions hardened.

Complete disregard. They must have never received such treatment before.

All the next-generation talents try to get close to them somehow, and they act like good people in front of them.

In the first place, Jeong Ha-rin is the granddaughter of the Martial Alliance Leader, and although the Seo Mun family is not included in the Five Great Families, in terms of wealth and land, it is considered the richest family among the Five Great Families.

So they want to suck up to them and pick up even the crumbs that fall.

But very, very naturally, I don't need to eat the crumbs they drop, and I'm not interested.

'With just that level of martial arts...'

Although Seo Mun-jong-tak is putting on airs like that, it's because his martial arts skills are pathetic.

His internal energy itself seems to be very profound.

Probably because the Seo Mun family is incredibly rich, he must have eaten elixirs like they were meals since he was young.

Still, Seo Mun-jong-tak's level is, at best, about the same as Senior Brother Un Mi's.

To think he's acting like a neighborhood bully in Kaifeng with just that level of skill, it seems to show the current level of the orthodox martial world.

"But Young Master Unhwi. Why do you keep looking this way while you're talking? Do you perhaps have some interest in our martial artist Hong?"

"Oh my! Is that why you weren't interested in my suggestion to have a meal?"

"Miss Jeong. If that's the case, I think you can stop being upset. Shouldn't we respect personal preferences? Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

At his dirty joke, the other martial artists, except for Hong Sa-ik, followed suit and laughed out loud.

On top of that, it was also annoying that he called others 'Young Master' but called Hong Sa-ik 'martial artist' after his name.

For some reason, it seemed to show an attitude of not being able to acknowledge Hong Sa-ik.

This time, I couldn't stand the displeasure and frowned slightly at Seo Mun-jong-tak.

Then, as if he felt the displeasure in my expression, he raised his eyes and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? I was talking, but you kept looking this way instead of at me, so I made a little joke. If you were very displeased, I will apologize!"

He said in a loud voice, pretending to be magnanimous.

In the midst of that, I turned my eyes away from him again and looked at Hong Sa-ik.

Only then did I begin to see things that I hadn't seen until a little while ago.

'Disheveled hair that seems to have been tidied up a little while ago, and traces of dust that have been brushed off, and finally, the bruises that are faintly visible under the collar. Could it be...?'

I clenched my fists without realizing it.

These bastards. They're not even ignorant children, but it seems they're bullying Hong Sa-ik while taking him around.

Of course, even children shouldn't bully someone they hang out with as a group.

But now they are all adults who have just passed the age of majority.

Such a thing should not happen even more.

"Again, again, again you're looking that way. Could it be that the joke I made was not a joke?"

He, looking at me again, spouts nonsense.

Looking at his expression, he seems to be feeling a greater humiliation than if he had been cursed at by me.

He must have never been ignored in a place like this before.

But to top it off, the object of my attention, who is ignoring him, is a third-rate martial artist from a third-rate family that he doesn't even consider a person.

'A third-rate martial artist from a third-rate family? It reminds me of someone.'

I looked straight at Seo Mun-jong-tak and said, "So. What do you want to say?"

"What I want to say?"

"Judging from your attitude and tone, it doesn't seem like you called me here to build a friendship... it seems you called me because you have something you want to say... but I can't guess what it is."

"Haha! You're a bold young master."

He, with a dumbfounded expression, laughed and continued, "Is that thing you're showing in this situation the pride of the Nine Great Sects? Or is it your pride, Young Master Unhwi?"

"It's neither."

"What?"

"It would be more correct to say it's confidence rather than pride."

"Confidence?"

Seo Mun-jong-tak's expression contorted.

It must be because he realized that the confidence I'm talking about here has too many meanings.

"To be honest, I was thinking of playing along just a little bit, but now I've lost the will to do so. I don't think I need to be in the same space with you anymore."

"What... does that mean?"

"It means it's hard to be together because our levels don't match. If you make a fool of one person by ganging up on them, does that make you feel like you're some great person?"

"What did we do...! We haven't done anything to deserve such insulting words! Especially to you, Young Master!"

A chuckle escaped me without me realizing it.

I felt foolish and at the same time pitiful for myself for having been hurt by such bastards.

"You distinguish people by their family and sect, and you determine whether that person is useful or not by their current martial arts level... and then if they seem useful, you approach them in the name of a friend, and if they are useless, you look down on them as a subordinate... it's a bit disgusting to say it so directly."

"......!"

"......!"

Everyone is just surprised and can't even react properly to my unrestrained words.

I, who felt relieved because I had said what I had wanted to say since my past life, let out a breath and then said, "Young Master Hong."

"Yes... yes! Master Unhwi!"

"Get up right now. And let's go out together. There's no need to hang out with such bastards in a place like this."

I held out my hand to Hong Sa-ik.

Whether he takes this hand or not depends on Hong Sa-ik's heart.

(End of Chapter)