The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 78

It's a moonless night.

To be precise, the full moon has risen, but it is hidden by the dark clouds that fill the sky.

It seems that if there were no torches, pitch-black darkness would fall.

"Hehe. It's a good day for a raid like this."

A mansion where no one has lived for some time.

Although it is quite spacious and doesn't seem to have been built that long ago, after the people who originally lived here left for somewhere, no one thought of coming here to live.

To be precise, there were often people who wanted to live here, but after finding out who the real owner of this mansion was, they all gave up on living here.

Because this mansion was a mansion that the Black Society had bought and was using as their forward base.

"That's right, Vice-Head. Was it three years ago? It reminds me of the night we attacked the Baekgokhoe."

"Yes. That day was also a dark night without a single moonlight, just like today."

The two people talking in the mansion.

One is the vice-head of the Black Society, Juksan Ancient Sword Song Jin, and the other is his immediate subordinate and the one called the strike captain of the Black Society, Gugam.

The two were leisurely sharing old stories.

They looked so leisurely that they didn't look like people who were going to attack the Eungnam Merchant Guild in about half an hour.

The reason they can be so leisurely is nothing special.

Because for them, attacking other sects or merchant guilds is a daily routine.

Although the Black Society is quite large, in the end, their root is the Unorthodox Faction.

The biggest basis for dividing the Orthodox Faction and the Unorthodox Faction is not whether they learn orthodox martial arts or not.

It can be distinguished by whether they seek prosperity by exercising violence against others and sucking their blood, or whether they protect the common people from such people.

"I heard that there is no one in the Eungnam Merchant Guild who can be called a master. Is that right?"

"Yes. The guards are all third-rate. A wanderer named Yeo Dong-gyu swings a sword a little, but you alone can handle him."

"The Eungnam Merchant Guild is also quite helpless. To have grown the merchant guild to that size and still be working with such third-rate people."

"That's why I heard they signed some kind of sponsorship agreement with the Wudang Sect. So there might be a few Wudang martial artists there."

At Song Jin's nonchalant words, Gugam was surprised and asked back, "The Wudang Sect?! Vice-Head. Then shouldn't we back out of this? If we mess with a merchant guild that the Nine Factions and One Sect are involved in and incur their wrath..."

"Listen to me to the end. Even so, there will only be one or two. And Jin Tae-jin guaranteed that he could win them over."

"Win over a Taoist from the Wudang Sect...? I don't trust that Jin Tae-jin at all."

"I don't trust him either. How can you trust a guy who betrayed his lifelong friend?"

Song Jin said with a sly smile.

"That's why the head of the Baekma Merchant Guild separately asked the head of our society. If possible, if he can take care of Jin Tae-jin this time, to take care of him together."

"Haha! The head of the Baekma Merchant Guild is also a cruel person. After the Eungnam Merchant Guild collapses, that guy is not needed, isn't that right? It's literally killing the dog after the rabbit is caught."

"He was a guy who had no ability other than flattering from the beginning. On the other hand, that Wang Hyeon-seong is a capable person as a guild master. Without even knowing that he had been keeping him until now because he was his childhood friend... tsk tsk."

Song Jin clicked his tongue.

Even though he was a cruel and ruthless person, it seemed that he felt it was a pity to kill Wang Hyeon-seong, who had no crime and was capable.

At that time, Gugam asked Song Jin, "Ah! But, what if that Taoist from the Wudang Sect says something about killing Jin Tae-jin? It was probably Jin Tae-jin who won over the Wudang Taoist."

"The only means Jin Tae-jin has to persuade him is money. We can persuade him with more money than that."

"What if he says no even then?"

"Then? We'll have to kill him."

He said confidently.

It seemed as if he thought he could kill a Wudang swordsman if he just set his mind to it.

"Are you saying you're going to kill a martial artist from the Nine Factions and One Sect?! How are you going to handle Wudang's wrath then...!"

"Even if the Wudang Sect is one of the Nine Factions and One Sect, in the end, it's just a tiger with its teeth pulled out. And most importantly... the dead don't talk, so how would they know we killed them?"

"Haha! That's right. As expected of the Vice-Head."

Although it was not a funny story at all, the two looked at each other and laughed for a long time.

A truly moonless night.

"It's a really good night for a night raid."

The moment Song Jin said that.

Hwi-ing—

As if a wind was blowing from somewhere, the torches that were lit all around began to go out one by one.

Song Jin and Gugam stopped their conversation.

Because when the torches went out, they couldn't see an inch in front of them.

"What's going on! Light the torches quickly. Quickly!"

The moment Song Jin shouted.

"Right? It's a good night for a night raid, isn't it?"

A voice he had never heard before was heard right next to his ear.

Compared to the voice that seemed still young, the tone was very leisurely.

"Wh-Who are you!"

"Is who I am that important? What's important is that you're going to die here."

"Everyone, get a grip! It's an enemy! It's an enemy attack!"

Song Jin shouted, drew his sword like lightning, and thrust it in the direction where the voice had been heard a little while ago.

Pook!

The sensation of the sword being embedded in someone's body was clearly transmitted to his hand.

Song Jin let out a small laugh and said, "He was just all talk. He's making people surprised. Gugam. Calmly adjust your eyes to the darkness and light the torches."

"Keu-reuk... Vice-Head. Why..."

"Wh-What?!"

Song Jin was surprised and hurriedly approached the person he had stabbed.

"I-It's me. Gugam..."

The person collapsed on the floor was Gugam. What he had stabbed a little while ago was not the owner of the voice, but Gugam, who was next to him.

"What! What happened! Gugam, why are you there...!"

"Someone covered my mouth and... cough!"

Perhaps because Song Jin's sword had accurately pierced Gugam's lungs, Gugam couldn't speak anymore and kept vomiting blood.

"Tsk tsk. What are you doing, stabbing your own subordinate?"

"You bastard! How dare you come here...!"

"Your story doesn't seem to be worth listening to anymore."

Seu-ak!

Song Jin felt something sharp on his neck, and then he soon felt his front getting wet.

It didn't take long for him to realize that it was the blood gushing from his slit throat.

Although he couldn't see anything, his vision suddenly spun, and Song Jin collapsed forward with a thud.

It was a very futile end for a martial artist with a rather strong-looking nickname, Juksan Ancient Sword, who had committed all sorts of violence by tormenting and killing numerous people throughout his life.

***

After confirming that the vice-head had fallen, I immediately moved my steps.

Although he was said to be the vice-head of the Black Society, he was a weaker person than I thought.

Even with just the internal energy I have now, I can brighten my eyes with my internal energy and distinguish objects even in the dark.

Although it's not as clear as seeing in the daytime, it's still to the extent that there's no major inconvenience in moving my body.

But the vice-head didn't even think of brightening his eyes with his internal energy, so he stabbed his subordinate and couldn't even respond to my sword.

'And what, a tiger with its teeth pulled out? He's really a frog in a well. You guys would be annihilated by just my Master alone.'

From what I overheard, they were calling the martial artists of the Eungnam Merchant Guild third-rate, but I don't know why they don't know that they themselves are not much different.

The reason the Orthodox Faction and the government leave them alone is not because they are uncontrollably strong and scary.

Because even if you wipe out these Unorthodox Faction guys like this once, someone else is bound to take that place.

It's not much different from how cockroaches reappear no matter how much you exterminate them.

That's why they don't know that they are being left alone because they cause less harm to the common people and are easier to control.

So if they cross the line like this time... the only thing that returns is death.

"It's an enemy attack! Light the fire! The fire!"

At that time, the mansion began to get noisy here and there.

It seems that my Master has started to move.

I don't know how much I argued with my Master even while coming here.

I said that since there is no moonlight today because of the clouds, we should assassinate as many as possible before the enemies notice.

But my Master jumped up and said, 'What do you mean, assassination, for a disciple of the prestigious Orthodox Faction, and of the Wudang Sect at that?'

Although it's a one-against-many fight, he said he would enter through the main gate with dignity and fight the enemies.

Although he is usually a very reasonable person, it seems there are some things he can't compromise on.

'Anyway, this time, he decided to follow my words.'

So in the end, I won the argument.

If the opponents are also honorable guys and there's a guarantee that they will fight us until the last one is left, I would kick open the main gate and go in.

But since they are guys with no roots, if they think they are at a disadvantage, they will run away quickly, and it's impossible to chase all of them in this darkness, so in the worst case, we could miss more than half of them, I persuaded my Master.

And where would those guys go if they ran away? The only place they can go back to is the Black Society.

Then the head of the Black Society would hear the news and run away, and then another Black Society would be created somewhere, and my Master was completely convinced by my speculation, and he is now steadily reducing their numbers one by one by turning off the lights and killing them, just as I did.

"E-Everyone, run away...! Keu-reuk..."

I also moved without rest, swung my sword, and put out the torches.

Not only did I put out the fire, but I also cut down the torch stands so that they couldn't set up the torches again.

I moved freely in the darkness.

The moment I took care of the vice-head, who was the strongest among them, there was no one here who could stop me and my Master.

A nimble one among them tried to escape by jumping over the wall.

"Ugh!"

He just screamed and collapsed.

My Master and I didn't come alone.

Not only did we bring Yeo Jong-su, but we also brought a number of security martial artists from the Eungnam Merchant Guild.

Their role is to never enter the mansion, but to surround the mansion and deal with the enemies who occasionally jump over the wall and run away.

No matter how low their martial arts level is, they can subdue one or two fleeing martial artists with a joint attack.

Thanks to the martial artists they had ignored as third-rate, not a single one succeeded in escaping.

When the night stained with screams had passed to some extent, the clouds that had been covering the moon passed, and the bright moon revealed its face.

Although I didn't know in the darkness, this place was reminiscent of a hellscape.

In less than an hour, more than forty people had lost their lives.

Numerous corpses were collapsed, bleeding, and among them, only my Master and I were standing upright.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No. What about you, Master?"

"I'm not either."

I glanced at my Master's expression.

He was a Master who didn't seem to like this kind of assassination.

So I couldn't figure out what he was feeling right now.

I waited for my Master's words without saying anything for a while... and my Master, with a face splattered with blood here and there, smiled brightly and said, "For some reason, you seem to be used to this kind of thing."

"Pardon?"

"It's right that I should have taken the lead and you should have assisted, but I feel like I assisted you."

I was about to make some excuse, but my Master continued to speak.

"I learn various things from you. For some reason... I have a feeling that if I hadn't met you, I might have died somewhere in the martial world, believing only in my meager skills."

My Master smiled brightly as if he were half-joking.

But I got a little goosebumps.

Because I had a hunch that my Master's fate had changed greatly because of today's events.