The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Chapter 72 : You Can't Go Back

"Next is a matter related to the Four Divine Daoist Temples. Unlike the other three Daoist temples, the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple has sent its one hundred and one officials out of the fence and has had them head south to Guizhou. I believe that is a kind of task given to the officials, and."

The face of Zhu Tian, who had been sitting at an angle and waiting for Mu Yu's words, became interested.

"I believe it is a provocation towards us."

"You mean they've thrown the bait again?"

"That's right. I surmise that they want to confirm that we are paying attention to the Four Divine Daoist Temples and to check the power of the Alliance that has been planted in the Central Plains."

Zhu Tian brought the wine cup that was on the table.

As he poured the transparent liquor into his mouth, a sharp scent brushed past the tip of his nose.

"Well, the Grand Commander will take care of that part."

"It is temporally impossible to form a separate unit within the Alliance. Also, it may be noticeable."

"The power of the Alliance, which has been planted in the martial world with great effort for decades, could be exposed."

"That's right. So I have issued an official document."

"An official document?"

"I have sent a letter to the sects that have settled near Guizhou using the spider web. I have offered them a condition that they have no choice but to move, betting their lives."

Zhu Tian nodded his head.

As the Alliance Lord, he did not want a detailed report.

'The Alliance Lord trusts me.'

Mu Yu felt Zhu Tian's trust in him once again and was quietly relieved.

But in the next moment, the Alliance Lord's question came to Mu Yu's heart like a blade.

"There are already eight who have died by Ma Seongun's hand."

"That's right. He is currently being called the Blood-Sucking Sword Demon."

"A martial art that steals a person's blood... interesting."

"I will have Ma Seongun return and investigate."

"Leave him be."

"Is that... alright?"

Zhu Tian nodded his head.

"That brat was untamable from the beginning. He's like a wolf. For brats like that, you have to give them the freedom to run wild as they please, rather than control and suppression."

Zhu Tian's two eyes, who had brought the filled wine cup to his mouth, sank calmly.

"If you do that, Ma Seongun will become a sword. A vicious and sharp sword... that will tear the orthodox faction apart for the Heretic's Path Alliance."

***

"A letter has been delivered from the Alliance. The Grand Commander wrote it himself."

"What!?"

Zhu Shebi, the sect leader of the Hwangha Sect, roughly snatched the letter and quickly scanned its contents.

[Stop the young next-generation talents of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple, who have recklessly escaped the fence, from ever returning home. The sect, faction, and family that kills the most of them will be able to share the glory of this Alliance.]

"The glory of the Heretic's Path Alliance!"

Zhu Shebi's heart pounded, and his hands and feet trembled.

The Hwangha Sect was closer to the unorthodox faction than the orthodox faction, and it was a sect that suited the unorthodox faction more than the orthodox faction.

Since the Heretic's Path Alliance, which was called the pinnacle of the unorthodox faction, had sent a letter directly, this was a golden opportunity for the Hwangha Sect.

"Call all the disciples! At once!"

"Yes!"

That day, two hundred disciples of the Hwangha Sect gathered in one place.

They wore plain black clothes and left the sect.

The Hwangha Sect was not the only sect that had received the letter.

All the sects that wore the colors of the unorthodox faction, which existed in the southern part of the Central Plains, had all received the letter, and they all crossed the threshold, exuding a sinister killing intent.

The target of all of them was one.

It was the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple who had entered the land of Guizhou.

And there were those who had been waiting for them to move.

"Damn it! Following the Hwangha Sect, the Chuhong Faction is also moving! I have to deliver the news at once."

"The number?"

"If you add them all up, it's over three hundred."

"Wait! The Guangxi Wolf Faction has also moved!"

"Deliver the news without delay!"

The beggars of the Beggars' Sect, who had been closely watching the movements of the unorthodox factions in the south, ran around with sweat on their feet.

The messages that were passed from hand to hand continued throughout Guizhou.

***

"Did you come alone?"

"...Yes."

"I will give you the token for now."

Cheon Yerang, who had arrived at the Martial Arts Alliance's Guizhou branch, received a wooden plaque, which was the token.

The wooden plaque had the seal of the Martial Arts Alliance on it, and Cheon Yerang's name was written on it.

"Please come inside."

As she entered the inside of the Guizhou branch, guided by a branch member, there was a tent that had been set up temporarily.

There were large and numerous tents that could accommodate all one hundred people, and there was also a space for bathing.

Cheon Yerang, who had taken a simple bath there, changed her clothes and then moved her steps to the largest tent among the tents.

"You've come."

"Yes."

Cheon Gaseong had already come to that tent.

He was alone, just like Cheon Yerang.

"What about the Jin family brat?"

"He said he had something to check on the way and went somewhere."

"Hmm."

Cheon Gaseong stared straight at Cheon Yerang with an indifferent gaze.

"Was there anything unusual?"

"There was nothing to be concerned about."

"You've worked hard."

"Thank you."

As Cheon Yerang sat in an empty seat, a girl who had been waiting came over and served her tea.

As time passed, the number of martial artists who came to the branch increased.

Most of them were martial artists belonging to the Nine Sects and Five Families.

"Ugh... it's terrible! How can they do that? Throwing dung!?"

"Hahaha! In the martial world, things that we can't even imagine happen!"

"Are you laughing, Young Hero Peng?"

"I was hit by the dung bag a whopping five times! I feel like the smell hasn't disappeared from my body yet."

"Don't come near me."

"Ugh—!"

Moyong Susu and Peng Xiaofeng came into the tent.

They discovered Cheon Gaseong and Cheon Yerang and, after a light bow, sat in an empty seat.

After a while, Oh Seolhwa came in and, after glancing around, sat in an empty seat far from the officials who had come first.

"I don't see Young Hero Jin."

"The young martial artist who was paired with Young Hero Cheon is also not here."

"Don't tell me he abandoned them?"

"Maybe."

While Moyong Susu and Peng Xiaofeng were chatting, several martial artists with familiar faces also appeared.

It was Hyeok'ugun and his fellow disciples.

Oh Seolhwa, who had discovered them, waved her hand happily.

Peng Xiaofeng, who was surveying their faces, said with a light voice.

"Is the remaining period about three days?"

"That's right. We don't know what kind of obstruction they'll put up, so it would be better to depart quickly."

"A good idea. I'll meet my group member..."

It was when Peng Xiaofeng was about to get up from his seat.

A middle-aged woman came into the tent.

The woman, who had a warm impression and kind-looking pupils, moved with light steps.

"Greetings. I am Hong'a, the head of the Guizhou branch. It is an honor to meet the proud next-generation talents who will be responsible for the future of the Orthodox Martial World."

At the appearance of the branch head, all the officials in the tent got up from their seats.

Hong'a, who was looking at the next-generation talents who were expressing their greetings with a fist and palm salute with a pleased expression, waved her hand.

"Everyone, please sit."

Although her voice was gentle, it contained a peculiar power, and the officials sat down in their chairs without even realizing it.

"You may come in."

As Hong'a said without even looking back, a familiar face popped out from outside the tent.

"Ah, yes."

It was Jin Sohyun.

Jin Sohyun, who had appeared with his wet hair fluttering, moved his head left and right.

Cheon Yerang, who was with Cheon Gaseong.

Moyong Susu and Peng Xiaofeng.

The choice was not difficult.

Jin Sohyun, who had walked to Moyong Susu and Peng Xiaofeng without hesitation, sat down facing them.

"Young Hero Jin! I thought you had fallen behind since Young Lady Cheon came alone."

As Moyong Susu greeted him happily, Jin Sohyun smiled awkwardly.

"Ahaha..."

And Cheon Yerang, who was watching Jin Sohyun, was quietly relieved after confirming that there were no injuries on his body.

'Nothing happened. That's a relief.'

As if he had felt her gaze, Cheon Gaseong looked at Cheon Yerang.

This time, Cheon Yerang, who had felt his gaze, turned her head away.

In the meantime, Hong'a had taken a seat and was looking at everyone.

"Rest well. If you need anything, you can tell any of the branch members at any time."

"Thank you."

Moyong Susu expressed her gratitude with a gentle smile and then continued.

"Is it alright to return to the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple at any time?"

"No."

Hong'a said with that kind face.

"You all cannot go back."

***

A silence fell.

The officials, who had not grasped the situation, blinked their eyes.

"Hohoho. I forgot to say 'yet'. You all cannot go back yet. The return to the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple will be when all one hundred and one officials have arrived at the branch."

"What? B-But... then we can't return to the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple within a week."

Individual martial artists have different levels.

Moreover, the gap between the disciples of the so-called prestigious sects and the disciples of the minor sects was even more severe.

If there were martial artists who had arrived in Guizhou in four days, there were also martial artists who could not reach Guizhou even after a week.

But they couldn't leave the branch until everyone had gathered?

This was no different from saying that all the officials should fail the task.

"Don't worry."

Hong'a said gently, as if to soothe the anxiety of the officials.

"Time will not pass while you are staying at the branch."

"Ah."

The officials, including Moyong Susu, understood Hong'a's meaning at once.

The time they stayed at the branch was not included in the one-week period given to them.

It only included the time from the moment they left the branch until they arrived at the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple.

Moyong Susu, whose heart had become much lighter, leaned against the back of her chair.

"Then can we rest as much as we want here?"

Jin Sohyun asked with sparkling eyes.

"Hoho. That's not it either. When all the officials have arrived, you have to depart the very next day."

"Kkeung!"

Jin Sohyun's body became limp like a melted ice.

In the midst of that, Jin Sohyun asked Moyong Susu as if he had thought of something.

"Young Lady Moyong."

"Yes?"

"Has Young Hero Zhuge not come yet?"

"Ah, yes... I haven't seen him yet."

"Kkeung."

As Jin Sohyun melted again, Moyong Susu looked at him as if she were enjoying it and asked.

"You seem to be very close with Young Hero Zhuge?"

"Not that much."

At the sight of him keeping his distance from Zhuge Ming, Moyong Susu became even more curious.

"Then why were you looking for Young Hero Zhuge?"

"I had something to ask. Young Hero Zhuge knows a lot about that kind of thing."

"My knowledge of the martial world is not bad either."

"Really?"

As Jin Sohyun's eyes sparkled, Moyong Susu's cheeks turned slightly red.

Although most of the officials had belittled Jin Sohyun's martial arts, there was one thing they could not belittle: his appearance.

Jin Sohyun had a very handsome face.

Of course, he himself did not seem to be aware of it.

'If you look closely, he's quite handsome.'

Moyong Susu found the sight of Jin Sohyun, who was sparkling his eyes at her, quite pleasing.

So she wanted to solve his curiosity even more.

"Ask me anything."

"Do you know about the Nameless Pavilion?"

"The Nameless Pavilion?"

The ones who reacted to Jin Sohyun's question were different.

It was the siblings with the Cheon family name and Hong'a.

Especially Hong'a, who had shot up from her seat and was approaching Jin Sohyun.

'What is it? Did I say something wrong?'

Jin Sohyun, who had received everyone's attention in an instant, slightly ducked his neck.

In the meantime, Hong'a, who had come to Jin Sohyun, said with a voice so stiff that it was incomparable to before.

"Did you just say the Nameless Pavilion?"

"Ah... yes."

"Where did you hear that name?"

"That is..."

Jin Sohyun's head spun fiercely.

'What should I do?'

If he were to talk about what had happened at the Songdo Sect, an innocent spark could fly.

Jin Sohyun, who had been thinking for a moment, smiled awkwardly.

"I was just curious. I've heard of it somewhere before."

"..."

Hong'a stared at Jin Sohyun and then let out a weak sigh.

"Hoo. As a senior in the martial world, I'll give you some advice. Don't carelessly mention the name of the Nameless Pavilion. It is a place where there are assassins who don't even have names. Just mentioning it can put your life in danger."

Although Hong'a's voice was gentle, the content within it was brutal.

She placed her hand, which was hard with calluses, on Jin Sohyun's shoulder.

"Do you understand?"

Jin Sohyun saw numerous emotions crossing in Hong'a's two eyes, which were looking at him.

He felt sadness, regret, and the resignation and self-control that were trying to cover them.

Jin Sohyun had nothing else to say and nodded his head.

"Yes."

After Hong'a left, telling him to rest well, Jin Sohyun, who had come out, looked up at the sky blankly.

"An assassin organization that doesn't even have a name is after my life?"

Why?

Why?

I'm just an ordinary lazy bum.

Jin Sohyun could not understand at all.

Following the Heretic's Path Alliance, now the Nameless Pavilion.

Why were those two organizations so desperate to get him?

"This is all because of that Namgung old man. When I go back, I'll have to question him firmly."

The Slothful Young Master of the Jin Family, Jin Sohyun.

As a newcomer to the martial world, he had a martial arts knowledge that was as poor as the martial arts he possessed.

"Where should I find the Nameless Pavilion?"

Since innocent people should not be hurt because of him, Jin Sohyun's gaze quietly crossed the empty air, not making a sound.

(End of Chapter)