The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Chapter 141 : The Old Man with Poison Fangs

Flash—!

Jin Sohyun, who had opened his closed eyes, fumbled with his body.

There were no wounds, and all that was visible were dried and hardened bloodstains.

“Huh?”

Jin Sohyun’s face became even more peculiar as he briefly closed his eyes and checked his body’s condition.

“What happened?”

He had definitely been poisoned by an exterminating poison similar to the Formless Earth Killing Poison, one with no antidote.

His last memory was of humbly accepting death and closing his eyes.

But when he came to his senses, the poisonous energy that had encroached on his entire body had disappeared.

Rather.

“My internal energy has increased?”

The vessel of his dantian had widened, and his internal energy had increased.

How did this happen?

“It wasn’t an exterminating poison after all.”

Jin Sohyun, who had dusted himself off and stood up, concluded that the Hao Sect and the Poison Sect had failed to imitate the Formless Earth Killing Poison.

Otherwise, he couldn't explain how he was still alive.

“They made a very poor poison. Otherwise, there’s no way I’d be alive.”

He felt embarrassed for having made a fuss.

“Should I just go home like this?”

Should he retrieve Hwanggu and return to Shanxi?

In any case, the Martial Alliance and Gwak Myeong would take care of things from now on.

Now, all he had to do was go home and lead a peaceful and lazy life.

Jin Sohyun turned his body away from the estate with a joyful heart.

But his feet wouldn't move readily.

“Why is my heart so heavy.”

As his heart was heavy, his steps became heavy as well.

What was making his heart so heavy?

“Don’t tell me!”

Did he have lingering feelings as a martial artist?

“No, that can’t be. Get a grip! Jin Sohyun!”

Jin Sohyun lightly slapped his own cheeks.

“What martial artist, you frozen-to-death bastard! Are you going to give up the title of Lazy Young Master, which you achieved through decades of effort, like this!?”

Jin Sohyun, who had steeled his heart, moved his steps again.

But unlike his usual self, his ankles sank deep into the ground.

“This can’t be… I can’t be like this…”

The moment he thought, ‘Have I really lost the life of a lazybones?’

The face of a man flashed through Jin Sohyun’s mind.

“Ah! The Hidden Shadow Unit Leader!”

Jin Sohyun, who had belatedly realized the reason why his heart was heavy, let out a sigh of relief.

“Phew! Of course. There’s no way I’d be like that.”

Jin Sohyun, whose heart had become much lighter, smiled warmly.

But the next moment.

“Ah, that’s right!”

He remembered that he had locked So Soil in a box.

Jin Sohyun quickly launched himself into the air and returned to the estate.

The estate, where a commotion had already broken out, was very noisy, and Jin Sohyun, who was looking for So Soil while avoiding the busily moving martial artists, stopped in his tracks at a familiar voice coming from somewhere.

“Will it be okay?”

At Yu Oseon’s question, Peng Ogyeong nodded his head and looked around.

“The temple master went with them, so there shouldn’t be a big problem. But I’m worried about Miss Cheon, who went out to chase the mastermind.”

Jin Sohyun, who was secretly eavesdropping on their conversation, contorted his face.

‘Don’t tell me it’s because of me?’

Given Cheon Yerang’s personality, there was no way she would have moved first to find the mastermind.

Nevertheless, the fact that Cheon Yerang had stepped forward first meant that she had recognized him to some extent.

“I heard that Young Lady Namgung of the White Tiger Daoist Temple also followed along.”

‘Yikes! Even Young Lady Namgung!’

Why of all people!

They were all skilled martial artists, and the poison the enemies had created was incomplete.

So it seemed there wouldn't be a big problem, but.

‘What if they get hurt?’

Jin Sohyun would be tormented by guilt.

This was clearly a big obstacle to the future of Jin Sohyun, who dreamed of a comfortable and lazy life.

‘I have no choice. Just this one last time! This is really the last time! Let’s leave the Hidden Shadow Unit Leader for a while.’

Leaving So Soil for a while, Jin Sohyun launched himself into the air.

Jin Sohyun, who had left the estate with a secret but fast speed, looked up at the sky.

“It was definitely that way, right?”

The direction where the suspicious hawk that had been circling the estate had appeared and disappeared.

Because he had been constantly monitoring the movements of the Southern Eagles, Jin Sohyun was able to find the direction where the hawk had disappeared without much difficulty.

“Aaargh! This is so annoying!”

Unlike his words, Jin Sohyun’s two legs moved busily.

***

The movements of the Namrangbang martial artists were on a different level from before.

Their movements had become much faster, and the power contained in their spears was also powerful, as if their muscle strength had greatly increased.

Cheon Yerang’s blade extended gracefully, avoiding the spears that stabbed in, tearing through the air.

Slice— Slice—!

The blade, imbued with coldness, cut through the necks and arms of the Namrangbang martial artists.

“You’re not flustered. A calmness that could be called bold… I think I know why the world calls the White Moon Palace the best in the world.”

Gwi Hak carefully observed Cheon Yerang’s movements while preparing the poison.

There was no wasted movement.

She was avoiding attacks with minimal movement, to the point that an uninformed person would think that the spears of the Namrangbang martial artists were narrowly missing Cheon Yerang.

‘The more I see, the more amazing it is.’

The blue eye that was passed down through the bloodline.

Seeing its amazing majesty with his own two eyes gave him goosebumps.

“It’s a pity to kill you. In that case.”

Gwi Hak’s gaze turned to the forest where the sound of explosions was coming from.

The roar, which had felt distant, had at some point come within reach.

Soon, Cheon Yerang’s reinforcements would arrive.

‘This is actually better.’

There was no way they would have skills as outstanding as Cheon Yerang’s.

“Thanks to you all, I’ll be able to take that beautiful snow flower.”

Gwi Hak spread the poison he had just mixed on his left hand and then whistled.

The waiting poisonous snakes moved sluggishly.

Soon after, the tree that was blocking the front was split in two and fell.

“Miss Cheon!”

Moyong Susu and her party, who had succeeded in breaking the formation in a brutish way, came to the front.

They discovered Cheon Yerang, who was fighting alone against thirty martial artists of the Namrangbang, and launched themselves into the air without delay to help her.

While Peng Sopyeong, Moyong Susu, and Yu Oseon went out to help Cheon Yerang, Namgung Seoru and Hyeok'ugun glared at Gwi Hak.

“It seems that old man is…”

“The mastermind behind this incident.”

Namgung Seoru and Hyeok'ugun took Gwi Hak’s two sides without any particular conversation.

“Hehe… a beauty has appeared this time too. Who are you?”

“And who are you?”

“It seems neither of us has any intention of telling the other. Well, what’s the point of exchanging names now. In any case, it’s only a loss for me to tell my name to you nameless bastards.”

“You talk too much.”

Namgung Seoru did not want a long conversation.

She just wanted to kill Gwi Hak, the culprit of this incident.

But there was something she had to do before that.

“The antidote.”

“The antidote? You’re asking for the same thing as the daughter of the White Moon Palace. Don’t tell me you’re both trying to save the same bastard?”

Namgung Seoru glanced at Cheon Yerang, who was still fighting fiercely.

She too had received the help of the man in black, just like Namgung Seoru.

Was that why?

The two of them were trying to get the antidote at the same time.

“Where is the antidote?”

At Namgung Seoru’s question, Gwi Hak stretched his hands long and tilted his head.

“The antidote? Was there an antidote for the Formless Earth Killing Poison? I don’t know, so ask the Sichuan Tang Clan. They’re the ones who gave us the recipe for the poison, so they should know well.”

“…”

The corner of Namgung Seoru’s eye twitched.

‘The Sichuan Tang Clan gave that person the recipe for the Formless Earth Killing Poison?’

Namgung Seoru tried to shake off the rising question.

Now was not the time to be confused by the enemy’s attempt to sow discord.

“If there is no antidote, then there is no reason to keep you alive.”

Namgung Seoru raised her sword high.

Her sword blade was dyed golden, as if she intended to go all out from the beginning.

Gwi Hak, who was watching this, briefly admired it.

“The Emperor Sword Form! So you were the girl from the Namgung Clan. And since you’ve learned the Emperor Sword Form, you must be a direct descendant of the clan head.”

Following the daughter of the White Moon Divine Lord, this time the daughter of the Flying Dragon Divine Sword, Namgung Muhyeok, had appeared.

It couldn't get any better than this.

Gwi Hak cackled and suddenly released a palm force.

Namgung Seoru hurriedly swung her sword to block Gwi Hak’s left palm, which was flying at high speed.

Paang—!!

The sword blade and the palm force clashed, and a large wind pressure was generated.

Through her fluttering hair, Namgung Seoru’s two eyes glared at Gwi Hak.

‘He’s strong.’

With just one exchange, Namgung Seoru noticed that the old man was strong.

The hand gripping the sword hilt tingled.

Moreover, there was a problem.

‘Don’t tell me… it’s poison!?’

Namgung Seoru, realizing that the old man’s palm force contained poisonous energy, flapped her sleeves and stepped back.

“You’re quick-witted. If you had delayed a little, you would have melted in the poison.”

‘That’s a lie. I’ve never heard of such a strong poison palm.’

Namgung Seoru closed her ears to Gwi Hak’s words and focused only on the fight before her eyes.

In the meantime, Hyeok'ugun had gone behind Gwi Hak.

‘Now!’

A sword strike unleashed without a moment’s hesitation was swung as if to cut Gwi Hak in two.

But Hyeok'ugun had to quickly withdraw his sword.

“Keuk!”

Because poisonous snakes that had suddenly shot out had flown in, baring their poison fangs.

Hyeok'ugun unfolded the Plum Blossom Sword and cut down the poisonous snakes, but he was hit in the shoulder by Gwi Hak’s subsequent surprise palm strike.

“Keoheok!”

Hyeok'ugun rolled on the ground, clutching his shoulder.

“Heup!”

The moment Hyeok'ugun drew his attention, Namgung Seoru rushed at Gwi Hak.

Her golden sword stabbed in, aiming for Gwi Hak’s torso.

“A good attempt, but.”

Gwi Hak, who had already noticed Namgung Seoru’s attack, smiled slyly as he brandished his hands forward.

“You are not yet a match for this body.”

The palm force released from both hands deflected Namgung Seoru’s sword.

“Did you think you could face this body with a sword that has barely taken form?”

Gwi Hak’s twin palms, which had approached, sliding like a snake, aimed for Namgung Seoru’s neck and vital points in succession.

Namgung Seoru, who had barely regained her posture, stepped back and brandished her sword in succession.

Tadang!!

Namgung Seoru’s sword and Gwi Hak’s twin palms exchanged dozens of blows in mid-air.

At first, it seemed like a similar pattern, but as time went on, Namgung Seoru’s sword blade shook.

‘Am I not even a match at this level?’

Namgung Seoru’s Emperor Sword Form was, as Gwi Hak had said, only in its form.

It was still impossible to fully unfold the sword technique using it.

Having no choice, she withdrew her internal energy.

The golden radiance that had covered the sword blade disappeared, and a fierce energy swirled in its wake.

‘Vast Sky Boundless Sword Technique!’

Gwi Hak, realizing that Namgung Seoru had given up on the Emperor Sword Form and returned to the Vast Sky Boundless Sword, smiled even more deeply.

“This is why experience is important.”

It was then.

Gwi Hak’s right hand grabbed Namgung Seoru’s sword.

At the same time, the internal energy that had been imbued in the sword blade scattered.

“…”

Gwi Hak, who had stuck his head out, bared his teeth.

“Do not lament. Your talent was dazzling, but fate has rejected you.”

A poisonous smoke spewed out from between Gwi Hak’s open lips.

But Gwi Hak closed his mouth and tilted his head back.

A single spear that had torn through the wind grazed Gwi Hak’s chin.

“Heup!”

Namgung Seoru, who had succeeded in pushing Gwi Hak away and stepping back through the barely created opening, turned her head in the direction the spear had flown from.

Cheon Yerang was standing there.

Before she could even offer her thanks, Namgung Seoru had to readjust her grip on her sword.

“You brats… if you had just been caught obediently, you could have saved your lives.”

Gwi Hak, who had missed Namgung Seoru by a hair’s breadth, was enraged and looked back and forth between Namgung Seoru and Cheon Yerang with angry eyes.

“In any case, all I need to do is take your heads.”

It was now time to start worrying about the intervention of the Martial Alliance.

Giving up on his initial goal of capturing them alive, Gwi Hak raised all the internal energy in his body.

A deadly poisonous energy, as if it would melt away even a single blade of grass, boiled over from Gwi Hak’s entire body.

Thanks to that, the black robe he was wearing turned to dust and scattered, and Gwi Hak’s old naked body was revealed.

“I’ll just… kill you all.”

(End of Chapter)