The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Chapter 142 : The Descendant of the Dead

A dry, naked body that seemed to be wrapped in the bark of a dark blue old tree.

The naked body of the Soul-Chasing Poisonous Snake, revealed in front of them, felt bizarre, as if it were not human.

‘Poison.’

Gwi Hak’s body had been poisoned for a very long time, and his flesh had repeatedly rotted and recovered, becoming hideously distorted.

It was a sight that made one frown, but Gwi Hak proudly showed off his body.

“This body must look hideous to you. But in my eyes, it looks more beautiful than any other body.”

As he took off the specially made poison-proof clothing, poisonous energy flowed out with just a light movement.

“Who will dare to oppose me?”

As Gwi Hak had asked, Namgung Seoru and Cheon Yerang could not readily attack.

It felt as if they would be poisoned by the poison flowing in the air just by getting close.

“If you do not come, then I shall personally go to you.”

Cheon Yerang took a step forward.

A cold chill began to freeze the air.

“Hoh.”

“I will ask one last time. The antidote?”

A face that knew no fear.

Gwi Hak even felt a sense of interest as he felt anger rather than fear on Cheon Yerang’s beautiful face.

“Will the daughter of the White Moon Divine Lord be beautiful even in the moment of her death?”

The two martial artists, who had exchanged words once, rushed toward each other.

The poisonous hands of the Soul-Chasing Poisonous Snake came, imbued with strong ki, cutting through the air.

Cheon Yerang’s sword rushed in, brandishing a silver-white sword ki.

Kaang—!!

A bare hand and a blade met, making a rough metallic sound.

The two’s offensive continued at a high speed.

The blade narrowly missed Gwi Hak’s vital points.

Gwi Hak’s poisonous hands passed Cheon Yerang’s neck and shoulder by a hair’s breadth.

‘It’s terribly cold!’

The longer the fight went on, the more the coldness in the air seeped into his lungs.

Frost formed on his naked body, which had been revealed when he took off his poison-proof clothing.

“It’s a battle of who can last longer, you or me. Hahaha!!”

Cheon Yerang also couldn't help but feel burdened by the prolonged fight.

Her body was gradually getting heavier due to the poisonous energy that had already seeped into her skin.

Which would come first, freezing from the terrible coldness?

Or dying, vomiting blood, after being poisoned by the poisonous gas?

As the two martial artists began a race where the one who arrived first would lose, Namgung Seoru bit her lip.

“It’s the same…”

It was the same situation as in Gyoho.

Even though she had trained relentlessly to the point where blood flowed instead of sweat, she always had to just watch the back of the martial artist who fought in her place.

This was a different problem from weakness.

“Why am I… hesitating again.”

As her mind became complicated, her body became heavy.

The sword in her hand was heavy.

A single moment of hesitation had made it impossible for her to move forward, and thanks to that, someone else was fighting again this time.

“I…!”

It was when Namgung Seoru, gritting her teeth, was about to step forward.

“Cheon Yerang!”

At the familiar voice, Cheon Yerang, who was exchanging blows with Gwi Hak, took two steps back.

Following that, Gwak Myeong, Cheon Gaseong, Jong Ryeo'ak, and Zhuge Myeong appeared along the forest path that had been devastated by Namgung Seoru’s sword ki.

Gwak Myeong looked back and forth between the martial artists of the Namrangbang, who had been defeated by Hyeok Ugun, Oh Seolhwa, and Peng Sopyeong, and Gwi Hak, who was standing naked.

‘These are the martial artists of the Namrangbang… and that person is the mastermind.’

Gwak Myeong’s face contorted slightly as he observed the old man.

“They say there are two martial artists in the Poison Sect who have reached the realm of a poison master. Among them, the one called the Soul-Chasing Poisonous Snake is said to be the most outstanding in poison manufacturing.”

Gwak Myeong slowly drew his sword.

As an aura incomparable to anything before swept through the area, this time Gwi Hak’s face hardened.

“You know me?”

“Of course I do. There were more than one or two martial artists who wanted to kill you at that time.”

“Who are you?”

“I am Gwak Myeong.”

“Ah, so you are the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple Master, Wave-Breaking Sword Gwak Myeong. But how did you know I came from the Poison Sect?”

“Because besides the Tang Clan, the Poison Sect is the only place that possesses such strong poison arts.”

“…”

It wasn't wrong.

In the past, the two most famous sects in the world for poison arts were the Sichuan Tang Clan and the Poison Sect.

But.

‘It could be wrong.’

The plan that the Hao Sect had set up with the Namrangbang and the Poison Sect was very excellent.

Who would have thought that they would use birds to drop poison from the sky?

But their plan had failed spectacularly.

By an unidentified man in black who had stepped forward as if he had been waiting for this moment.

‘That person used a net to prevent the Iron Poison Pills from exploding. It would have been impossible to deal with it without knowing in advance.’

Gwi Hak’s eyes narrowed.

The skill of Cheon Yerang, with whom he had exchanged blows for a short time, was very outstanding.

A power that did not match her age.

Moreover, the ice art she possessed was so threatening that it could freeze even the lungs of a master like Gwi Hak.

On top of that, most of the Namrangbang martial artists had been defeated, and even Wave-Breaking Sword Gwak Myeong had joined.

And the problem was.

‘That bastard.’

He could roughly guess Gwak Myeong’s skill, but the man who was glaring at him as if to kill him was the problem.

The power felt from his gaze, which was filled with blatant killing intent, was not ordinary.

‘At least similar to the daughter of the White Moon Palace… no, a power that surpasses her. Is that bastard Cheon Gaseong?’

If even the first young master of the White Moon Palace joined in a pincer attack, Gwi Hak would have to risk his life in this fight.

‘I can’t die here.’

He had only come to see the efficacy of the newly obtained Formless Earth Killing Poison for himself, not to die.

“Two people.”

Gwi Hak, who had finished his thoughts, held up two fingers.

“I will have to bury my bones here too… but I will take two people with me as companions to the afterlife. So who will be my companion on the road?”

The Blue Dragon Daoist Temple disciples, including Gwak Myeong, could not move rashly.

They had more numbers, and if they fought, the chances of victory seemed sufficient.

But in the process, there was no way Gwi Hak, who had reached the realm of a poison master, would die gracefully.

‘But I can’t let the Soul-Chasing Poisonous Snake go like this.’

To uncover the real mastermind, he had to capture Gwi Hak alive or eliminate him on the spot.

As Gwak Myeong was about to move forward first, Cheon Gaseong suddenly gripped his sword and stepped forward.

“Cheon Gaseong!”

As Cheon Gaseong stepped forward, lightly ignoring Gwak Myeong’s shout, Gwi Hak forced a smile.

“Hoh! Is the first young master of the White Moon Palace personally thinking of becoming my companion on the road?”

“How dare you.”

Clear anger was revealed in Cheon Gaseong’s two eyes.

“You touched the White Moon Palace?”

“What a great might. For a mere White Moon Palace.”

“You, a mere foot soldier of the Poison Sect who crawled on the ground like a bug to prolong your life. You will not leave here alive.”

“Do you have the talent for that?”

“Look carefully with those millet-sized eyes on your face.”

Cheon Gaseong raised his sword to chest height and raised his internal energy.

“The weight of the name of the White Moon Palace.”

Sssssss—!!

The ground around Cheon Gaseong began to freeze coldly.

Following that, even the air turned white, and a misty breath flowed from Gwi Hak’s mouth.

‘Ice art… it’s on a level incomparable to Cheon Yerang.’

The hair of Cheon Gaseong, who had completely revealed his true strength, gradually began to turn white.

Soon after, he moved.

It was neither a slow nor a fast step, but Cheon Gaseong approached like the winter wind of the north and swung his sword.

As the sword strike, imbued with a chillingly cold energy, approached, Gwi Hak stretched out his two arms and launched a palm force.

Kwaang—!!

A storm of mixed coldness and poisonous energy surrounded Cheon Gaseong and Gwi Hak.

‘It’s heavy!’

Gwi Hak, who did not back down, struck Cheon Gaseong’s rushing sword in succession and then stepped back.

“Hm!”

His palm, which had struck the sword, froze in an instant.

“An unbelievable coldness. An ice art of this level is…”

Gwi Hak met Cheon Gaseong’s eyes.

“The North Sea Ice Palace.”

“…”

At Cheon Gaseong’s lack of response, Gwi Hak grinned.

“The Poison Sect was not the only one that was ruined. You too are a descendant of the dead.”

“Shut up.”

Cheon Gaseong’s sword momentum became even more ferocious.

As the area began to freeze due to his sword ki, Gwak Myeong hurriedly shouted.

“Move the Namrangbang martial artists who are still breathing! At once!”

To find the mastermind behind the ambush, some of the Namrangbang martial artists had to be kept alive.

“Young Master Ju!”

In the meantime, Moyong Susu had found Ju O, who had been secretly hiding.

Ju O revealed his youthful face.

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

Betrayal and anger were contained in Moyong Susu’s face.

“It’s a misunderstanding. Young Lady Moyong… I really…”

As Ju O looked at her with eyes full of tears, Moyong Susu’s heart seemed to weaken for a moment.

“Bullshit!”

But at that moment, Jong Ryeo'ak walked over and punched Ju O’s abdomen hard.

With a thud—! sound, Ju O bent his back, vomited, and collapsed.

“Don’t show pity to the enemy.”

Jong Ryeo'ak subdued the fallen Ju O’s pressure points and then threw him to Peng Sopyeong.

Peng Sopyeong, who had caught Ju O in the heat of the moment, said awkwardly.

“Young Master Jong is right. Until the truth is revealed, the Namrangbang is the enemy.”

“That’s right. I was foolish. Thank you. Young Master Jong.”

“Hmph.”

Jong Ryeo'ak, who had turned around with a displeased face, looked at Cheon Gaseong, who was fighting Gwi Hak with a fierce momentum.

‘So this is your full strength.’

He was strong.

In particular, the powerful ice art that completely froze the area was so cold that his whole body trembled even though he was far away.

“This bastard and that bastard… damn it!”

When he thought he was getting closer, they would get farther away.

It was already overwhelming to follow the past Jin Sohyun, and now even Cheon Gaseong seemed to be looking down on him from a distant place.

Meanwhile, Gwak Myeong, who had evacuated the disciples and the Namrangbang martial artists to the back, gripped his sword and furrowed his brow.

‘There’s no room to intervene.’

The fight between Gwi Hak and Cheon Gaseong was like walking on thin ice.

Blades and poisonous hands that narrowly missed each other.

The coldness and poisonous energy that surrounded the area.

This time too, the fight between the two was like an unstoppable race where the one who couldn't endure would lose.

Gwak Myeong, who was watching this, circulated his internal energy and prepared to draw his sword at any time.

Gwi Hak was also in a difficult situation.

‘This is not an opponent I can fight while controlling my strength!’

The power that Cheon Gaseong possessed was not on a level to be compared with Cheon Yerang.

He was a master who was at least two steps ahead of Cheon Yerang.

Moreover, he had no fear.

Thanks to the cold chill that enveloped the air, Gwi Hak’s poisonous gas could not exert its full power, which also played a part.

‘The compatibility is not good.’

Poison arts did not have good compatibility with ice arts.

Gwi Hak had no choice but to shoot a poison palm down to the ground.

“How dare you…!”

Cheon Gaseong, who had instinctively dodged the poison palm, discovered Gwi Hak, who was bouncing off and running away while the palm force was exploding the ground.

Cheon Gaseong launched himself at the fleeing Gwi Hak, and Cheon Yerang, who was watching, followed.

Following that, as Gwak Myeong shot forward, Namgung Seoru also ran after him.

A total of four martial artists chased after Gwi Hak.

Although no words were exchanged, Cheon Yerang, Namgung Seoru, and Gwak Myeong split to the left and right and blocked Gwi Hak’s escape route.

Cheon Gaseong chased Gwi Hak from the front.

“Damn it!”

Gwi Hak gritted his teeth.

Although it was not known to the public, one of the weaknesses of a poison master was that their body was heavy.

Because poisonous energy always flowed through their pressure points, their bodies were heavier than others.

Because of this, the speed of their lightness skill was slower than that of ordinary martial artists.

“Ugh… you bastards!”

Realizing that his escape route was blocked, Gwi Hak realized that he could no longer run away.

If he delayed time like this, the masters of the Martial Alliance would soon arrive.

‘Where did it go wrong?’

From the moment the plan failed, he should have left the place without looking back.

A moment of carelessness had become a blade and had come up to his throat.

“I didn’t want to use this.”

Gwi Hak, who had stopped in his tracks, looked back.

Cheon Gaseong ran up before his eyes and aimed his sword, and following that, Cheon Yerang, Namgung Seoru, and Gwak Myeong appeared from the four directions.

Gwi Hak looked at their faces one by one and then let out a long breath.

“You bastards are finally trying to kill me.”

“If you come along obediently, we might spare your life.”

At Gwak Myeong’s proposal, Gwi Hak kicked—! and laughed.

“Has the Martial Alliance ever spared a heretical master? They’ll extract everything down to the bone marrow and then throw them away like trash. If I’m going to face such a fate… I should die like myself.”

Gwi Hak spread his arms wide and laughed maniacally.

“Let’s all die together!!”

As his dry body swelled up, Gwak Myeong, who was watching, was greatly surprised and shouted.

“Everyone, back off!”

“It’s too late!”

The Exploding Poison Heavenly Rain.

The ultimate killing technique of Gwi Hak, which devastated the area with poisonous energy by releasing all the poisonous energy in his body out of his ki pores, was unleashed.

The four martial artists, who felt the threat, instinctively swung their swords and stepped back.

The sword wind mixed with sword ki pushed back the storm of raging poisonous energy, but it was not enough.

Having no choice, the four martial artists had to run for their lives.

Kugugugung—!!

Gwak Myeong frowned as he watched the land, which was covered in a fog of poisonous gas.

“Oh no… we’ve been had.”

Gwi Hak’s figure was nowhere to be seen on the land, which was filled with a thick poisonous smoke.

(End of Chapter)