The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Chapter 57 : I've Understood Everything

"This one, this one, and this one have poison. But only this one doesn't."

"Wow! You can tell just by looking?"

"If you look at the surface of the meatball, you'll see a very fine green powder."

"Green powder?"

Siu, who was staring at the meatball with wide eyes, couldn't find the green powder no matter how much she looked.

"I can really see it."

But she just pretended to see it.

"And the broth in the thin noodles has a faint smell of poison. If you put your nose to it and smell it, you'll smell a very faint bitter scent."

Sniff— sniff—!

Although Siu sniffed like a puppy, she could only smell the familiar scent of thin noodles, not the bitter scent.

"It's true!"

She pretended to smell it this time too.

After that, Cheon Yerang continued to explain why the food was poisoned, and Siu mechanically nodded her head with her arms crossed.

"Hmm... I've understood everything!"

'I don't understand a thing.'

Although Siu didn't understand, she decided to pretend to understand.

It was because she didn't know how she would be condemned again if she was caught not understanding here.

"By the way, Young Lady Cheon, how did you know how to distinguish poison? Don't tell me you memorized that entire book in that short amount of time?"

"The contents of the book were all things I knew, so I didn't need to memorize them. Since it was a basic poison, it wasn't difficult to distinguish. You also recognized it, Young Lady Si."

"Haha... that's right."

Siu couldn't get a sense of what kind of life Cheon Yerang had lived. She could only nod her head.

Unlike Siu, who didn't need to distinguish the poisoned food thanks to Cheon Yerang's outstanding knowledge of poison, the rest of the officials had to eat the food themselves to distinguish between the poisoned and non-poisoned food.

Thanks to that, many officials had to run to the outhouse, complaining of stomachaches, and among them was Moyong Susu.

"You were so confident... what is this?"

At Moyong Susu's sharp voice, the woman whose face had turned blue along with her frowned.

"The food you were confident about also had poison!?"

The two women glared at each other fiercely.

"Hmph! In the Huashan Sect, we have an antidote that can quickly recover from most common poisons."

As Oh Seolhwa, a martial artist of the Huashan Sect, took out a bottle containing an antidote from her bosom, Moyong Susu's mouth fell slightly open.

"Don't tell me... the Moyong Family doesn't have one?"

"Ugh..."

"Well, if you say please show me mercy, I might give it to you."

"Shut up."

"I don't think this is the situation for that."

Oh Seolhwa pointed to the outhouse with her fingertip.

A long line had already formed there, and everyone was fighting a difficult battle, complaining of stomachaches.

"Come out! Please come out!!"

Looking at the martial artists who were desperately knocking on the door, having forgotten their dignity, sweat formed on Moyong Susu's forehead.

"Now, tell me, Moyong Susu. Just one word. Is your pride the problem now? You're about to be even more humiliated."

"I won't bow to you for something like this... heuk!"

Moyong Susu felt like she was going to go crazy.

She wanted to raise her internal energy and expel the poison, but that was only possible when she had some leeway.

If she lost her concentration even a little in her lower abdomen, it was clear that an uncontrollable event would occur, so it was impossible to raise her internal energy and expel the poison.

'Damn it!'

Although she had vowed not to bow her head to the Nine Sects even if she died, something more important than her life was at stake right now.

It was her dignity as a human being.

"Please... have mercy..."

"Alright, alright."

Oh Seolhwa was very pleased with the thought that she had made the high-nosed Moyong Susu submit.

That is, until Tang Hocheol appeared.

"What is this?"

Tang Hocheol quickly snatched the bottle containing the antidote.

The startled Oh Seolhwa stuttered.

"Th-That is..."

"Oho? This is the Plum Poison Pill of the Huashan Sect. With this one, you can immediately detoxify most common poisons."

"Th-That's right. It was given to the disciples who were going out into the martial world from our sect."

"Hmm... it tastes good too. It's as if it has the scent of plum blossoms."

"Ack!"

Oh Seolhwa screamed in surprise as Tang Hocheol swallowed all the Plum Poison Pills in one gulp.

"What are you all doing? You have to detoxify the poison. Otherwise, it will be too late. Hehe!"

As Tang Hocheol, who had eaten all the Plum Poison Pills, laughed and left, the frustrated Oh Seolhwa and Moyong Susu looked at each other.

"Shit!"

The two women ran to the outhouse at the same time.

What was important now was to get in line even a little earlier.

While the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple were fighting their own battles in the outhouse for various reasons, Jong Ryeo'ak, who had gone to the outhouse in the early stages, returned with a noticeably pale face.

"You cheap bastard... you have the antidote, don't you?"

"What antidote?"

"Don't pretend you don't know! There's poison in the meatballs!"

"Ah, really?"

"Ah, really!? You son of a bitch! Did you think I wouldn't know you were trying to screw me over? The antidote... where's the antidote!?"

Jong Ryeo'ak extended his hand to search Jin Sohyun's bosom, but his hand repeatedly swiped at the empty air.

'This slippery eel-like bastard!'

Realizing that he couldn't catch Jin Sohyun no matter how much he extended his hand, Jong Ryeo'ak gasped for breath.

"Heok... heok... can't you just... get caught?"

"Don't waste your energy on useless things. You're making me move too."

Jin Sohyun pointed to the bowl containing the food and continued.

"I've tried a bite of everything, but I don't know. So you try it."

"What!?"

"You can tell where the poison is, can't you? I can't tell even if I try it. So you, who can distinguish the poison, should try it."

Jong Ryeo'ak wanted to kill the brat named Jin Sohyun right now, regardless of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple or the orthodox faction.

And on the other hand, he was curious about the reason why Jin Sohyun was fine even after eating the poison.

'It seems he's taking the antidote without me knowing... but I've never seen him eat it.'

Although he had seen Jin Sohyun eat the poisoned food, he had never seen him take the antidote.

'This brat can't be immune to all poisons... how on earth did he do it?'

Since he didn't know the method, he couldn't even question it.

While Jong Ryeo'ak was groaning in anger and doubt, Tang Hocheol was looking at the officials with a pleased smile.

In fact, the main purpose of this class was to make the young martial artists feel the fear of poison themselves.

You have to know what's scary to avoid it and learn how to prevent it.

That's why he had given them a book with an amount that they couldn't memorize and had given them food with different poisons.

Most of them moved as Tang Hocheol had expected, but there were exceptions.

'As expected, the children of the Cheon Family from the White Moon Palace are different.'

As befitting the martial artists of the White Moon Palace, who pursued perfection, Cheon Yerang and Cheon Gaseong had accurately distinguished the poison.

Also, there were those who had distinguished the poison just like them, and they were Hyeok'ugun from the Huashan Sect and Zhuge Ming from the Zhuge Family.

'Hehe... as expected, they are worthy of being proud of in their respective sects and families.'

Following that, Tang Hocheol's gaze reached Jin Sohyun and Jong Ryeo'ak.

"The problem is you, brat."

He had thought that since he was the first to eat the poisoned meatball, he might not have any knowledge of poison, but he had great courage.

But contrary to Tang Hocheol's expectations, Jin Sohyun was fine even after eating the poisoned food.

'Was there no poison?'

He thought, but Jong Ryeo'ak, who had eaten the same meatball and had been poisoned, running to the outhouse, proved that there was poison in the meatball.

'I've never seen him make an antidote.'

In fact, the bottle containing the medicinal herbs and poisonous plants placed in front of Jin Sohyun had not even been opened.

"Of course, he can't be immune to all poisons, so it means he deceived my eyes."

Tang Hocheol stuck his finger into the poison pouch he had put in his bosom and put poison on his fingertip.

"Have you distinguished everything?"

Tang Hocheol approached Jin Sohyun and Jong Ryeo'ak as naturally as possible.

"No. I don't know."

As Jin Sohyun answered confidently, Tang Hocheol laughed heartily.

"Hehe! It won't be easy to distinguish."

As he spoke and flicked his fingertip, the poison on his fingertip flowed through the air.

Tang Hocheol, who had naturally infiltrated the poison into Jin Sohyun's nasal cavity, smiled with satisfaction.

'Now, what are you going to do?'

Tang Hocheol was curious to see how Jin Sohyun, who had clearly avoided the poison by using a trick, would escape from his poison this time.

"Ugh! Wh-What is it?"

Jong Ryeo'ak, who had been sitting with Jin Sohyun and had been poisoned, shot up from his seat.

'Why the poison!? I haven't eaten anything yet.'

Without even knowing why he had been poisoned, Jong Ryeo'ak had to run to the outhouse again.

'The poison is certain.'

Tang Hocheol was confident that his poison had accurately infiltrated Jin Sohyun's nasal cavity due to Jong Ryeo'ak's actions.

But strangely, Jin Sohyun was fine.

On the contrary, he was munching on the poisoned food, saying he was hungry.

"I want to eat Mr. Yu's apples... should I have brought a few?"

His voice was also full of leisure.

'What?'

On the contrary, the one who was flustered was Tang Hocheol.

He stared at Jin Sohyun and asked.

"Is your stomach alright?"

"What? Ah, yes. My stomach has been strong since I was young, so I've never had any trouble."

Looking at Jin Sohyun, who was boasting about his organs, Tang Hocheol was confused.

'Don't tell me... this brat is immune to all poisons?'

The state called immune to all poisons or immune to all poisons was a body that was not affected by poison.

To achieve this, one had to build up a tolerance to poison by putting a fatal poison that would lead to certain death into one's own body, or it was only possible by reaching the state of Transformation, which was beyond the state of super-peak.

'You're saying he's a master of returning to youth? No, that can't be. Since this brat is from the Jin Family.'

Tang Hocheol looked at Jin Sohyun with the eyes of someone looking at something incomprehensible.

Of course, Jin Sohyun had not really reached the state of Transformation or had a body that was immune to all poisons.

However, his meridians and body, which did not accumulate any turbidity, had made even the poison a part of himself.

Jin Sohyun's internal qi, which had greedily eaten the poison that had flowed into his body, was just flowing leisurely through the vast great meridians without any turbidity, as if nothing had happened.

Jin Sohyun, who had no way of knowing this, licked his lips as he looked at the empty bowl.

"Tsk."

***

After the first class ended, the class that immediately followed was personal training time.

The martial artists, most of whom were swordsmen, gathered in one place in the training ground and diligently swung their real swords, and whenever they swung their swords, the light reflected from the blades flashed.

"To think I would see the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Swords of the Huashan Sect..."

"Watch carefully. It's a rare opportunity!"

"The sword of Jongnam is also amazing!"

"I can't take my eyes off the swordsmanship of the Kongtong Sect!"

The martial artists of the Nine Sects displayed their swordsmanship without holding back.

Originally, training the secret sword techniques of one's sect was something that should not be leaked to the outside.

Moreover, since revealing one's swordsmanship meant also showing its weaknesses, prestigious sects like the Nine Sects even forbade showing the training of their swordsmanship to outsiders.

But the martial artists of the Nine Sects gathered at the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple did not mind.

'You brats won't know even if you see it.'

The majority of the people gathered here would only admire the swords of the Nine Sects, but they could not figure out or imitate the subtleties contained in them.

Moreover, since the Nine Sects had known each other's martial arts to some extent through exchange meetings for a long time, they were not so desperate as to covet each other's martial arts.

For this reason, the martial artists of the Nine Sects displayed their swordsmanship without hesitation.

On the contrary, since the Nine Sects were gathered together, they even competed as if to prove that their swordsmanship was superior.

Thanks to that, the martial artists from the minor sects and families could not take their eyes off the training of the Nine Sects, even while swinging their own weapons.

Except for a few people.

"It's dazzling."

Jin Sohyun immediately averted his eyes from the martial artists of the Nine Sects.

It was because whenever they swung their swords, the light would flash, and his eyes would hurt.

"I should be doing something too."

Gwak Myeong, who had appeared at some point, was glaring at him with bulging eyes, so the back of his head was tingling.

Having no choice, Jin Sohyun, who had gathered twigs from the surroundings, held them and threw them here and there.

"Aww... I don't want to do it."

While Jin Sohyun was throwing the twigs into the air, Jong Ryeo'ak, who had been secretly watching him, was dumbfounded.

"What the hell is he doing?"

Since he had been taught the Flying Sword Technique by the Flying Sword Hero, he had had some expectations, but all Jin Sohyun was doing was just throwing twigs.

At that sight, which was not even as good as a child's play, Jong Ryeo'ak averted his gaze.

'I'm a moron for having even a shred of expectation for a brat like that! A moron!'

Strength naturally entered the hand of Jong Ryeo'ak, who was swinging his sword.

And it was the same for Gwak Myeong, who felt this emotion.

'That's the Flying Sword Technique of the Flying Sword Hero?'

No matter how he looked at it, it was just playing with twigs.

Gwak Myeong, who had also been expecting Jin Sohyun's Flying Sword Technique to some extent, just like Jong Ryeo'ak, averted his gaze, bursting with anger inside.

But the two did not know.

That the twigs that Jin Sohyun was throwing randomly were actually flying, accurately aiming for the major vital points and fatal points of a human.

"Haaam—! Was a day always this long?"

Jin Sohyun was in despair as he looked at the sun, which was still in the zenith.

Today was an even longer day.

(End of Chapter)