The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Chapter 67 : That Was Your Plan

The basis of commerce is equivalent exchange.

Even if the form or use is different, the value must be the same. Only then is an equal exchange possible.

That's why Jin Sohyun, the son of a merchant family, couldn't help but be sensitive about being in debt.

'Since I received help, I have to repay it.'

Although it was unwanted help, help was help, and a debt was a debt.

Jin Sohyun aimed for Gu Jucheol, who was aiming for Cheon Gaseong, and played the Black Snow Fragrance.

Since this was not a performance, the others could not hear the sound of the Black Snow Fragrance.

"Hmm!"

Gu Jucheol reacted to the sound of the Black Snow Fragrance that was digging into his ears.

'Sound art?'

Gu Jucheol felt as if his whole body were stiffening.

No, it wasn't just a feeling. His body was actually becoming stiff and rigid.

'A high-level sound art. But who!?'

As far as he knew, there were no martial artists belonging to a sect related to sound art among the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple.

Naturally, Gu Jucheol's gaze moved to Jin Sohyun.

At the sight of him playing the daegeum, Gu Jucheol realized that the owner of the sound art was Jin Sohyun and laughed cheerfully.

"You're a talented brat."

'Ugh... as expected, it's not easy.'

The name of the piece Jin Sohyun was currently playing was Drunken Eagle Lying in a Swamp.

Drunken Eagle Lying in a Swamp, which had the name of a drunken eagle lying down and sleeping in a swamp without even knowing it was a swamp, was a type of sound art used to bind the opponent's whole body without them even knowing.

But even though Gu Jucheol had heard Drunken Eagle Lying in a Swamp, he was still moving his body, albeit slowly.

'Please just collapse.'

Jin Sohyun's fingers and mouth moved busily.

Since he was concentrating the sound only on Gu Jucheol, the consumption of internal energy was large, but Jin Sohyun drew up more internal energy.

As the power imbued in the sound art became stronger, Gu Jucheol's movements became even slower.

'This is ridiculous. To think that the disciple of Kang Cheon would be able to display sound art.'

Gu Jucheol knew that he could not break through Jin Sohyun's sound art just by blocking his ears.

"I'll have to cut it off completely."

Gu Jucheol, leading his arms and legs that had become as heavy as if he had fallen into a swamp, ran.

Jin Sohyun, who was surprised by his monstrous strength, gritted his teeth.

"Young Lady Cheon!"

At his call, Cheon Yerang was startled.

"Yes!?"

"When Elder Gu comes, swing your sword with all your might. I will help you."

Cheon Yerang did not ask how he would help.

It was because she had to raise her sword to block Gu Jucheol, who had already come close.

'Why am I listening to this person?'

She knew that Gu Jucheol was not aiming for her, but for Jin Sohyun.

Nevertheless, her sword was moving on its own.

As Jin Sohyun had said, Cheon Yerang raised her internal energy and concentrated it on the body of her sword, and soon her sword began to emit a brilliant light as if it had held the moonlight.

The White Moon Heavenly Flash Sword.

"The third sword, Severing the New Moon."

Cheon Yerang's sword drew a graceful half-moon.

Since the momentum contained in that sword strike was unusual, even the great Gu Jucheol had to raise his wooden sword with all his might.

But at that moment, the sound of a daegeum with a completely different tone dug into Gu Jucheol's ears.

'Hmm!'

While Gu Jucheol's body was stiffening at the unexpected new sound art, Cheon Yerang's sword rushed right in front of him.

'A cunning brat.'

Gu Jucheol, who had realized that all of this was Jin Sohyun's plan, smiled lightly.

'I'll have to see your end.'

Gu Jucheol's face contorted like a ghost, and a red energy flickered from his wooden sword.

The very revolutionary sword that had made him be called the Ghost-Faced Revolutionary Sword had manifested in the wooden sword.

Kwang—!!

Cheon Yerang's sword was deflected.

"Keulleok!"

At the same time, blood burst from her mouth.

Since she had lost the fight imbued with internal energy, she had suffered internal injuries from the backlash.

While Cheon Yerang was staggering, Gu Jucheol ran to Jin Sohyun.

His speed was incomparably faster than before.

"Have you shown all your tricks?"

"Yes."

Jin Sohyun's face, which was facing Gu Jucheol, felt more leisurely than flustered.

It is normal to be flustered if a plan goes wrong.

If one is not flustered...

'It means there is still a plan left.'

Gu Jucheol swung his wooden sword and faced the oncoming sword.

Kwang—!!

The two blades, imbued with the power of a great force, clashed violently.

"So. You were there."

Cheon Gaseong attacked Gu Jucheol with an angry face.

'So this was your plan.'

Gu Jucheol realized that Jin Sohyun had moved Cheon Yerang from the beginning to use Cheon Gaseong.

'Hoo! Fortunately, I wasn't too late.'

Jin Sohyun looked at Cheon Gaseong, who was pushing Gu Jucheol back, with a pleased face.

'It's a good thing that brat is crazy.'

From his experience so far, Cheon Gaseong thought terribly of his younger sister, Cheon Yerang.

Of course, he didn't know if it was the affection of a sibling or the pride of a martial artist of the White Moon Palace, but what was important was that Cheon Gaseong could not stand to see Cheon Yerang get hurt.

Because her getting hurt meant that the White Moon Palace was getting hurt.

Jin Sohyun, who had succeeded in moving Cheon Gaseong by using this, felt sorry for Cheon Yerang, who was wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve.

'Yikes! I didn't know that old man would react so violently... I'll have to apologize separately later.'

Jin Sohyun then looked at the other three sinners who were fighting with the officials from the minor sects.

Although their two hands were bound, since they were people with outstanding skills, they were lightly toying with the officials.

"Hahahaha! You morons! Just this much... keo... keoeok!"

The sinners all twisted their bodies and then fainted, foaming at the mouth.

At that strange phenomenon, the officials all looked at Gwak Myeong.

They thought that Gwak Myeong, who had felt the crisis of the officials, was controlling the sinners with a special method.

'What's going on?'

Of course, the one who was flustered was Gwak Myeong as well.

Since the sinners would have their own necks cut off as soon as they killed the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple, they had to control their strength.

So there was no reason for Gwak Myeong to stop them.

Because the meaning of this sparring was special.

But the sinners had all collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

'Poison? No. An invisible hidden weapon? That's not it either. What on earth...'

At that moment, Gwak Myeong snapped his head around and looked at Jin Sohyun.

"I've moved too much, unlike myself."

Jin Sohyun was leaning his entire body on the much smaller Siu's body.

Looking at Siu, who was groaning and sweating profusely from supporting her larger Young Master, Gwak Myeong's suspicion grew even more.

"That brat must have pulled some trick."

Although he had a suspicion, he had no proof.

Since the sinners had also collapsed and the injured officials had to be treated, Gwak Myeong raised his hand without delay.

The instructors who had received the signal rang the bell.

Dang— Dang— Dang!

As the bell rang three times, Gu Jucheol, who had been sparring with Cheon Gaseong, withdrew his hand and stepped back.

"A young brat is full of vigor. I'd like to play with you more, but it seems the time is up."

As Gu Jucheol turned away without any lingering attachment, Cheon Gaseong ground his teeth.

Even though he had gone all out, he had not been able to leave even a small scratch on Gu Jucheol's body.

Leaving behind the angry Cheon Gaseong, the first sparring of the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple ended.

***

"You've worked hard."

"What do you mean, worked hard? You called me to do this, didn't you? Since the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple is special."

At Gu Jucheol's meaningful words, Gwak Myeong had an awkward face.

"Did you notice?"

"I thought it was peculiar. For an ordinary Daoist temple, the teaching method is crude and rough. It's as if they're teaching young soldiers who will be deployed to the battlefield at any moment."

Gu Jucheol put down his teacup and said.

"What is the use of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple?"

"..."

Gwak Myeong, who had been silent for a while, smiled bitterly and said.

"The Four Divine Daoist Temples each have their own justification. The Vermilion Bird Daoist Temple in the east, the Black Tortoise Daoist Temple in the south, and the White Tiger Daoist Temple in the west are places to forge blades in preparation for the war against the unorthodox faction that will occur in the future. And the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple is..."

Another silence came.

This silence lasted quite a long time.

As if his throat were blocked, Gwak Myeong lifted his teacup and wet his throat.

Soon, he said with a heavy voice.

"It is a place to forge a special sword."

"A special sword?"

"They are also called the special selection team, and they are the swords that will directly compete with the unorthodox faction. Originally, it was known that the Daoist temple that would become the special selection team would be decided through a martial arts tournament called the Four Divine Assembly that would be held one year later, but this is in fact just a deception."

"A deception... don't tell me you've deceived all the orthodox sects?"

"It is the decision of the Martial Arts Alliance. It was our judgment that it would be too late to decide the special selection team one year later, and we had to forge the special sword that would become the special selection team as soon as possible. That's why our Blue Dragon Daoist Temple was decided to create the special sword from the beginning."

"There must be few who know this fact."

"Only a very few in the Martial Arts Alliance. Since we don't know how far the evil hands of the Heretic's Path Alliance have reached, we had to be even more careful."

"The reason the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple was chosen as the special selection team must be because it is located in the north, where the White Moon Palace is."

"That's right."

The reason the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple was chosen as the Daoist temple to nurture the special selection team was to draw the White Moon Palace, which was maintaining a neutral position in the martial world, to the side of the Orthodox Martial World.

"If Cheon Yushin finds out about this, it won't be easy to avoid his anger, will it?"

At Gu Jucheol's question, a calm smile appeared on Gwak Myeong's lips.

"This is the decision of the White Moon Divine Lord."

"Huh?"

"The selection of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple as the special selection team was the will of Elder Cheon."

Gu Jucheol's eyes sank low.

He knew what Cheon Yushin's intention was.

He felt he knew the reason why the White Moon Palace, which had been firmly closed and had maintained its seclusion, had opened its doors and had sent its two children out into the martial world.

"It seems he's planning to spread the influence of the White Moon Palace to the martial world now."

"That will be the first step of the special selection team."

"As expected of Cheon Yushin."

The one who had killed the Young Cult Master of the Ming Cult, Dan Yegang, whom Gu Jucheol had uniquely revered, was none other than Cheon Yushin.

'A cunning brat.'

It is a basic desire of martial artists to want to gain fame by using the strong martial arts they possess.

But even though Cheon Yushin had a martial art that could shake the world, he did not reveal himself.

And at a decisive moment, he had revealed his true self and had announced the birth of a new number one under heaven in front of everyone.

"This time too, it will be seen as the White Moon Palace stepping up to save the confused Orthodox Martial World."

"That must be what the White Moon Palace wants. But we cannot refuse the White Moon Palace."

"No matter what anyone says, it's the family of the number one under heaven. Well, good. If there's something to use, we should use whatever we can."

"Elder Gu."

"Yes?"

"It's a slightly early question, but in your judgment, who among the current officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple would be the most useful?"

At Gwak Myeong's serious question, Gu Jucheol was lost in thought for a moment.

A few faces and names came to his mind.

And of course, among them, there were three who stood out.

"From what I've seen..."

***

The atmosphere at the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple was very heavy.

The sparring with Gu Jucheol had given the officials a huge shock that could not be expressed in words.

Who would have known?

The one hundred and one martial artists, including the Nine Sects and Five Families, had not been able to handle one Gu Jucheol, and they had also been beaten by the sinners of the unorthodox faction who had appeared after.

And that, by people whose hands were bound and could not even move properly.

Since the situation was like this, a dark shadow had appeared on the faces of the officials.

Especially the martial artists of the Nine Sects and Five Families, who had not even been able to fight properly, had their pride greatly wounded.

The only ones who were fine were the White Moon Palace, where Cheon Gaseong and Cheon Yerang were.

And...

"This is delicious."

"That's right! It doesn't have the texture of Mr. Yu's fruit, but the sweetness is quite high, so it's sweet. The juice is also just right."

"I know, right?"

It was Jin Sohyun and Siu, who had finished their meal, which most of the officials had not even been able to touch properly, and were even neatly eating the fruit that had come out for dessert.

"That annoying brat."

"Didn't that Jin family brat just watch from the back without fighting?"

"You have to have strength to fight. He must have used money to enter the Daoist temple."

"To think I have to share the same space with a brat like that."

As the officials were badmouthing Jin Sohyun, Zhuge Ming and Peng Xiaofeng, who had heard them, frowned.

"Rude people."

"I know, right?"

'Young Hero Jin's strength is incomparable to ours.'

Unlike Zhuge Ming, who knew the truth, Moyong Susu said to Jin Sohyun in a comforting tone.

"Don't mind them. In that situation, no one could have easily stepped up."

"What?"

As Jin Sohyun asked, munching on an apple, Moyong Susu smiled lightly.

"It's nothing."

Jin Sohyun did not feel any anger at the criticism directed at him from all sides.

No, on the contrary, he even had a strange wish that they would ignore him even more.

'Now no one will bother me, right?'

Unfortunately, this wish of Jin Sohyun did not last long.

Thud—

It was because Cheon Gaseong had sat down in front of Jin Sohyun, who was putting the last apple in his mouth.

"You said you were Jin Sohyun of the Jin family."

Because of Cheon Gaseong, who had suddenly appeared, Jin Sohyun's one cheek, which he had not been able to chew the apple with, bulged out.

Cheon Gaseong, who was looking at that sight, said indifferently.

"Finish chewing."

As Jin Sohyun finished chewing the apple and swallowed, Cheon Gaseong said.

"You put Yerang in danger to use me."

"That is..."

Since he had committed a sin, Jin Sohyun had nothing to say.

"This is your first and last warning. If you try to use the White Moon Palace one more time."

Cheon Gaseong's gaze and voice were like a blade.

"Then you will have to bet your neck."

Cheon Gaseong, who had finished speaking one-sidedly, left without even hearing an answer.

Siu, who had confirmed that Cheon Gaseong was leaving, came over, grumbling.

"He's a really strange person. And he's very rude! Don't you think so?"

"It's fine. We won't get involved with each other again."

Jin Sohyun was not worried.

From now on, he just had to not get involved with anyone with the Cheon family name.

"Cheon Yerang, Jin Sohyun. Come forward."

Jin Sohyun, who had been called along with Cheon Yerang, came forward, hesitating, and Gwak Myeong said.

"You two are group thirteen."

At the words, which were like a bolt from the blue, Jin Sohyun's mouth fell open.

"Eh?"

(End of Chapter)