The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 24

There were few people in the Mok family's annex on Mount Yakwang. The only people working were Steward Wang and the wet nurse, and there were hardly any people coming and going.

"Where is he?"

But suddenly, a gruff voice echoed. Pyeon Jeoksu, who was packing his things, came out. He wouldn't have come out if he could help it, but it was because he was the only one in the annex right now.

Mok Wigun had gone to meet the Light Wind Unit, and the wet nurse and the steward had gone out to buy necessary things. So Pyeon Jeoksu had no choice but to come out.

"Who are you?"

When he came out, a middle-aged man with a bald head and wearing old martial arts clothes was standing there. His beard was shaggy and his appearance was messy. The type that Pyeon Jeoksu, who liked clean and beautiful things, hated the most.

He said to Pyeon Jeoksu without any preamble.

"Are you Mok Wigun?"

"No. I am not Mok Wigun..."

Before Pyeon Jeoksu's words were finished, Mugwang shouted.

"You're slick and pretty, you fit the description perfectly."

As he said that, Mugwang suddenly threw a punch.

"Let's see. Let's see that skill that surprised Cheongun."

"No. What is this all of a sudden?"

Pyeon Jeoksu dodged Mugwang's punch and pushed him away. At that, Mugwang laughed loudly.

"For a young brat, your skill is quite good. Let's have a proper fight!"

The momentum of Mugwang, who was charging like a wild boar, was unusual. Looking at his movements, he seemed to be a master even higher than the Mok Family Head he had fought not long ago.

Even if he said he wasn't Mok Wigun, he didn't seem to have any intention of listening. Pyeon Jeoksu was momentarily conflicted. Because there was a very simple solution.

'Should I just bite this guy? No. If I bite him, that guy will make a fuss. Let's endure for now.'

He had promised to hide his identity as much as possible. To him, the noble of the night and the owner of noble blood, a promise was like life itself. Besides, if he revealed his identity, Mok Wigun could be put in an uncomfortable position.

But he couldn't just be lost in thought. Because fists with terrifying power were flying in succession. Fists that cut through space with a 'whoosh whoosh' sound of wind.

It was to the point where it seemed amazing that Pyeon Jeoksu was dodging or deflecting the attacks.

"Good!"

Mugwang seemed to be excited, perhaps because he had met a worthy opponent after a long time.

"What's so good about it? Aren't you going to stop?"

On top of being a type of person he hated, there was also the rudeness of suddenly attacking. Pyeon Jeoksu's words did not come out nicely either.

He dodged the attacks and counterattacked his lower body in the gaps. If he shocked his lower body, his movements would slow down, and then the fight would be easier. But Mugwang's lower body was like a wooden barrel.

"Kehehe. Did a mosquito bite me?"

Mugwang said that and attacked excitedly. If it had been someone else, they would have been out of breath by now, but he was fine. But because Pyeon Jeoksu was so good at dodging, he couldn't land any significant blows.

"Alright. Shall we see how much you've got?"

Mugwang suddenly drew up his internal energy.

"Ughhhh!"

With a loud kiai, Mugwang's attack began again. This time, it was incomparably more powerful than before.

Bang!

As Pyeon Jeoksu barely dodged, the floor of the inner courtyard behind him was gouged out. It was a really close call.

"You crazy wild boar-like bastard!"

Pyeon Jeoksu shouted and told him to stop, but Mugwang, as if excited, put in even more strength. His attacks also became more varied. Fingers that unexpectedly scratched past his head quickly. He also suddenly jumped up and tried to hit his face with his knee.

"You dodge well like an eel."

Mugong unleashed a relentless attack on the opponent who was skillfully dodging. It was then. Pyeon Jeoksu was a little late in dodging the punch thrown by Mugwang. A punch that grazed past his cheek. A small scratch with a 'phit' sound. A drop of blood seeping out from between the wound.

Pyeon Jeoksu felt something strange and touched his cheek. A bloodstain on his hand.

"Ughhhhh!! My blood!!"

He screamed like a madman. At that sight, Mugwang grumbled.

"What a funny guy. What's with all the fuss over a small scratch?"

"Blood! My blood!!"

But to Pyeon Jeoksu, Mugwang's words were not heard.

"I'm already short on blood..."

He slowly lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was eerie, like a sound echoing from a deep cave.

"How dare you! A mere insignificant human, my noble blood!!"

Whoooosh.

Something like a heat haze began to rise around Pyeon Jeoksu.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a sound as if something had exploded, and Pyeon Jeoksu's hair began to fly.

"Uh... Hey, you."

Mugwang took a step back. It was because he felt that the opponent's energy was unusual. Goosebumps spread all over his body. It felt like a cold chill was touching his skin.

"How about we have a little talk?"

"It's already too late, you bastard. You should have said that when you first came. Just think of yourself as dead."

Shwaaak!

Pyeon Jeoksu's form seemed to stretch out and instantly wrapped around Mugwang.

* * *

"Physician Pyeon. Are you okay?"

"Mugwang. I told you to be careful."

It was the voices of Mok Wigun and Daoist Master Cheongun.

On his way back from meeting the Light Wind Unit, Mok Wigun had remembered his business with Daoist Master Cheongun. So he had gone to meet him on a whim, and he had told him the story of Mugwang.

So he had rushed over, and wasn't there a sound of a big fight inside the annex? So he had sped up and rushed over.

"Uh..."

But a scene different from what they had expected was unfolding.

"No. Mugwang, you."

As Daoist Master Cheongun approached, Mugwang slightly turned his head. But his face was so big that he couldn't hide it. His face, which was a mess from being beaten up.

Mok Wigun also saw that and sent a telepathic message to Pyeon Jeoksu.

- What are you going to do, making a person look like that?

- Hey. I'm disappointed in you. Do you know what I just went through?

Mok Wigun flinched at Pyeon Jeoksu's telepathic message. If it had been anyone else, Pyeon Jeoksu wouldn't have made a move like that. There must have been a reason, and he should have asked about that first.

- I'm sorry. It was such an unexpected situation. What happened?

- What happened was. That bastard suddenly came and asked me if I was Mok Wigun, right?

Pyeon Jeoksu's chatter started again. Still, he had to grasp the situation, so Mok Wigun listened quietly. The main point came out only after a long time.

- So when I touched my cheek, there was blood on it. You know, right? I absolutely hate bleeding.

He understood. Blood is precious to humans, but it's even more special to him. It's the same as life itself.

- I'm already short on blood from using my power, so isn't it natural for me to lose my mind when that bastard does that?

- That makes sense.

But Daoist Master Cheongun didn't seem to think so. He approached Mok Wigun and said quietly.

"I know well how skilled Mugwang is. He's an old friend."

"Is that so?"

"Isn't he one of the Three Eccentrics who once caused a stir in the Martial World? And he's also a martial artist who is mentioned right after the Ten Great Masters."

Daoist Master Cheongun's expression was unusual.

"For Mugwang to end up like that means that Physician Pyeon is a much higher master than him."

He said confidently that even he couldn't make Mugwang look like that.

"I think we need to talk. About who Physician Pyeon is."

This was going to be a bit of a headache. Mok Wigun thought that he couldn't clear Cheongun's suspicion with a clumsy excuse.

"Let's go inside first. I will tell you."

The four people gathered in the room. Daoist Master Cheongun, Mok Wigun, Pyeon Jeoksu. And Mugwang, whose face was swollen from being beaten up.

"I wasn't going to say this, but I have no choice."

"Alright. Speak."

"Instead, you must absolutely keep it a secret."

Mok Wigun said he would talk about Physician Pyeon's identity. At that, Pyeon Jeoksu sent a telepathic message.

- Hey. Are you crazy? What are you going to do if you tell them my identity?

- Wait. I have a separate thought.

Mok Wigun opened his mouth, and Daoist Master Cheongun swallowed his saliva. Mugwang also seemed curious and was concentrating all his attention on Mok Wigun.

"Actually, Physician Pyeon is..."

Mok Wigun paused for a moment and then said.

"A reclusive master who has achieved Reversion to Youth."

- Hey. Even if you make an excuse, it has to be a plausible one. You said no one has actually seen Reversion to Youth, right? It's the same as saying he's a legendary dragon, do you think those people will believe that?

Pyeon Jeoksu shot back, saying it was nonsense.

"Then how did his internal energy suddenly increase?"

"They say that when you reach the state of returning to the origin, you can control it freely. And don't those techniques of the Blood Cult or the Demonic Sect turn you into a cripple after using them?"

But Physician Pyeon is fine. Mok Wigun said so.

"Besides, even if we set aside the martial arts, how can his medical skills reach such a high level?"

"That's true. To reach a high level in both medicine and martial arts..."

"Right? If he wasn't a senior who had achieved Reversion to Youth, there's no way I would have lost."

Daoist Master Cheongun and Mugwang nodded in agreement.

- No. Why do those guys believe that!

Pyeon Jeoksu couldn't understand. It was a clumsy excuse, but they were both agreeing to it.

- This place is strange. There are no sane people.

Daoist Master Cheongun asked cautiously.

"I'm sorry, but may I ask your age..."

"I counted up to a hundred, but I haven't counted since then... That was also a very long time ago."

Mok Wigun was dumbfounded. He had been grumbling just a moment ago, but he had suddenly changed and was pretending to be a master who had achieved Reversion to Youth.

- Your acting has improved.

- This is all for you. You punk. If I do this, it will be more convenient for you to move around here, won't it?

- You punk. Yeah. Thanks.

- Don't forget. You have to keep your promise. Got it? I'm going all in, trusting that.

Pyeon Jeoksu then emphasized sightseeing, delicious food, and blood that is good for the body. He said he had to do that for him.

- You know me. I always keep my promises.

- Yeah. I don't trust other humans, but I trust you.

While they were exchanging telepathic messages like that, Daoist Master Cheongun spoke up.

"I see. But if it's not too much to ask, could you show me what you used on this fellow earlier?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean how your internal energy suddenly increased."

As expected, Daoist Master Cheongun didn't completely believe it.

If he were a master who had achieved Reversion to Youth, it would be a huge discourtesy to openly doubt him. Being discourteous to someone who might be above the Ten Great Masters is a disaster. So he had shown a look of agreement at first and was now trying to confirm it cautiously like this.

"Hey. Long-nose. You can tell just by looking at how he beat me. What are you doing to a great senior?"

Mugwang whispered, nudging his side. But Pyeon Jeoksu said as if he didn't mind.

"Then I'll show you a little."

Whoooosh, bang!

Even though they were inside, Pyeon Jeoksu's hair flew.

"Hah. Amazing. Amazing."

Daoist Master Cheongun flinched in surprise, took a small step back, and muttered. His whole body tingled from Pyeon Jeoksu's strong aura. He had only had this experience twice in his life. From his grandmaster, Daoist Master Hyeonjin, and the other time was when he had met the Demonic Sect's leader, the Heavenly Demon.

Then suddenly, the aura disappeared. Cheongun looked at Pyeon Jeoksu, but he had the same calm appearance as before.

- To be continued in the next chapter -