The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Chapter 253 : Make Him Yours

“Now… stop…”

Mangryang, who had been running fast, stopped his steps.

Mu Yu, who had been on his back, collapsed to the ground as if he were breaking down and clutched his upper right chest.

Blood gushed out.

“Are you okay?”

Mangryang asked with a dry voice.

“Yes…”

Although he was a broken sword, Mu Yu had always kept Mangryang by his side like a shadow.

His role was only one.

To be Mu Yu’s escort.

In the first place, Mangryang was not suitable as an escort, but in the end, that choice had protected Mu Yu from the hands of death.

“Kkeueung—!!”

Mu Yu gritted his teeth and stitched up his wound.

Normally, he would have gone to a doctor to receive proper treatment, but he was afraid of being pursued.

Mu Yu, who had barely finished his treatment, leaned against a tree and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

‘Which side is Seolpyeong on?’

Mu Yu, who had been lost in thought with his eyes closed, smiled faintly.

“Ju Cheon… so Seolpyeong was his eyes and ears.”

Since when was it?

Seolpyeong was his successor, whom Mu Yu had personally chosen.

He was a prospect to become the Great General Manager who would lead the Heretic Path's Alliance in the future, and a talent he had found by wandering around on his own so that no one could interfere.

Even in the process of educating him, Mu Yu had been careful so that Seolpyeong would not be influenced by anyone other than himself.

With his cautious personality of not trusting anyone, Mu Yu had meticulously made Seolpyeong his own person.

But.

Now it seemed Seolpyeong was not his person.

“I’ve been had. Help me up.”

Mu Yu, who had stood up with Mangryang’s help, was confused.

“Ju Cheon’s purpose from the beginning… was not the victory of anyone, but the destruction of everyone.”

He did not want anyone to win.

Even at the moment when the victory of the heretic martial world was guaranteed, Ju Cheon had given the righteous martial world a chance.

But now it seemed that was not a chance.

It was nothing more than a cornerstone for a more perfect destruction of the martial world.

‘Now what should I do?’

The power that Mu Yu had came from the Heretic Path's Alliance.

But now he was no longer the Great General Manager of the Heretic Path's Alliance.

Even Seolpyeong, whom he had firmly believed to be his person, had betrayed him and had pointed a blade at him, so now there was no one he could rely on.

Mu Yu’s blurry eyes stared at the dark forest.

It was as if he were looking at his own future.

“No, not yet. Carry me. Let’s go to the nearest village.”

Mangryang silently carried Mu Yu and flew to find a village as he had commanded.

With the sound of a strong wind, after crossing several more mountains, Mangryang was able to find a village.

Arriving at a medium-sized county, Mu Yu got off Mangryang’s body and immediately headed to the shantytown located on the outskirts of the county.

Although a foul smell pierced his nose, he didn’t care.

Wandering around the shacks, Mu Yu, who had found a man wearing rags, kicked his butt with all his might.

Peok—!

“Ouch!”

The beggar, who had been kicked in the butt out of nowhere, raised his head with angry eyes.

“What is it?”

“You, are you a beggar?”

“Can’t you tell by looking? Huh?”

The man, who had stood up with a groaning sound, looked at the old man and a man standing next to him alternately.

‘What kind of look is that…’

The eyes of the small-statured man were full of evil qi.

The beggar, who had noticed that the two were unusual people, glanced at the begging stick that he had roughly thrown at his feet.

And Mu Yu, who had noticed this, quietly raised his hand.

“I have no intention of fighting the Beggars' Sect.”

“…Why did you come to find me?”

“I didn’t come to find you, I came to find the Beggars' Sect.”

“Who are you?”

“Mu Yu… no, it would be easier to say it this way. I am the old man who was called the Great General Manager of the Heretic Path's Alliance.”

“The, the Heretic Path's Alliance… Great… Great General Manager!?”

The beggar, whose face had turned pale, stepped back and then hurriedly ran somewhere.

Mu Yu, who was watching this with satisfaction, met the eyes of a middle-aged man who appeared soon after.

His height was as small as Mu Yu’s, and the sound of wind leaking could be heard from between his few teeth.

“I am Gu Taek, the branch master of Hoebanghyeon. Are you really… the Great General Manager of the Heretic Path's Alliance?”

Mu Yu, who had read the suspicion in the eyes of the man who had introduced himself as Gu Taek, flicked his finger, and Mangryang roughly clenched his fist and hit the empty air.

Paang—!!

With the sound of tearing through the air, a strong qi wave shook the shantytown.

‘He’s a master!’

Gu Taek, who had realized that Mangryang was a master of unusual skill, swallowed his dry saliva.

‘Even if all of us rush in, we won’t be able to win.’

Gu Taek placed his hand on the begging stick he had tucked in his side.

“I don’t understand. Why would the Great General Manager of the Heretic Path's Alliance come to a rural village like this?”

“Phew… I told you. I didn’t come to find riffraff like you, I came to find the Beggars' Sect.”

“Then tell me. Why are you looking for the Beggars' Sect?”

“Because I have something to tell the sect leader. Tsk! I think I know why the Beggars' Sect was swayed by our alliance. You simple and foolish things! What are you doing, you should be quickly informing the sect! Whether I am the Great General Manager of the Heretic Path's Alliance or not, isn’t it more important to deliver the news first!”

Gu Taek was about to burst with anger, but Mu Yu’s words were not wrong.

“Inform the sect!”

At the order of the branch master, the beggars of Hoebanghyeon were in an uproar.

The fastest beggars delivered the news without a single break, and the news they delivered was also delivered to the ears of the Beggars' Sect’s sect leader, Gu Daepil.

“What did he say?”

At Gu Daepil’s question, the beggar who had received the urgent report from the beggar of Hoebanghyeon said, panting.

“The Great General Manager of the Heretic Path's Alliance… wants to see you, Sect Leader!”

***

“Hoo.”

Jin Sohyun, who had let out a strong breath, gave a fist salute to the masters who were scattered in front of him and then turned around.

“That monstrous fellow.”

Peng Ohyun clicked his tongue as he watched the retreating Jin Sohyun.

At first, he seemed to be struggling, but as the martial arts contest continued, Jin Sohyun’s skill improved day by day.

And now.

Even though all the renowned masters of the righteous path had rushed in, they could not even leave a small scratch on Jin Sohyun’s body.

Because Jin Sohyun had adapted to their martial arts and power.

“What on earth is that fellow’s identity?”

At Peng Ohyun’s question, Gwak Myeong wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

“The lazy young master of the Jin Clan.”

“Lazy young master? What does that mean?”

“It was the first title that referred to Jin Sohyun. He was the laziest person in Shanxi, born into a wealthy family and had never left the estate until he became an adult.”

“Are you serious?”

“What would I gain from joking with you, Great Master Peng.”

“Huh…”

To think that the hero of the righteous path was the most famous lazy person in Shanxi.

Peng Ohyun felt strange.

“So it must be hard for him, even if he doesn’t show it.”

“What do you mean?”

As Peng Ohyun asked as if he didn’t know, Gwak Myeong pushed his sword into its scabbard and dusted off the dirt from his clothes.

“Because he is forcibly wearing clothes that don’t fit his body.”

As Gwak Myeong, who had finished speaking, left to wash, Peng Ohyun stared blankly at the place where Jin Sohyun had been and then shrugged his shoulders.

“Clothes that don’t fit… that might be so.”

“Ugh… I don’t want to do it.”

Jin Sohyun sat cross-legged and reviewed the fight just now.

Even now, if he had his way, he wanted to quit everything and go home to rest while eating the fruit that Siu had peeled for him.

‘I can’t even remember the taste of Mr. Yu’s fruit.’

The taste in his memory, which was too old, was something he couldn’t remember other than that it was delicious.

The sweetness in the juice.

Even the texture of the fruit.

“I can’t remember.”

Jin Sohyun could be proud that his memory was quite good.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t remember the taste of Yu Dongyeop’s fruit, which he had enjoyed since he was young.

Jin Sohyun, who had finished his review, suddenly looked down at his hand.

Jin Sohyun, who was looking at his clean hand without a single wound, stood up from his seat and looked back.

There stood Cheon Yusin.

He was standing with a sword in his left hand instead of his right hand, which no longer moved.

Cheon Yusin lightly shook his left hand.

“I won’t be lacking as your martial arts contest opponent.”

“Are you okay?”

At Jin Sohyun’s worried question, Cheon Yusin smiled faintly.

“Did you forget who I was?”

Sss—!

Jin Sohyun discovered that white breath was flowing from between his slightly open lips.

The surrounding air froze coldly.

Jin Sohyun, who had realized that the source of the cold air was Cheon Yusin’s blade, let out a short sigh and held a flying sword in his hand.

“So that is Kang Cheon…’s flying sword technique. I wanted to compete with Kang Cheon…… at least once.”

Cheon Yusin said this and tilted his sword forward.

The surrounding air became even colder.

“You will have to do your best.”

The tip of Cheon Yusin’s sword, which contained the essence of the White Moon Mirror Heaven Sword Technique, quickly approached Jin Sohyun.

Jin Sohyun flew a flying sword in response to the approaching Cheon Yusin.

The blade and the tip of the sword clashed.

Kwang—!

Following that, the earth shook due to the collision of the two powerful ki.

With a raging wind, the two martial artists stared straight at each other and inhaled.

Cheon Yusin’s sword, which resembled the legacy of the distant past, froze the warm spring breeze and rushed at Jin Sohyun, and Jin Sohyun, who had avoided it with a fast speed, flicked the tip of his foot.

As many as five afterimages appeared in front of Cheon Yusin.

‘He’s fast!’

He had once encountered Bieunggaek, who was called the number one divine thief in the Central Plains in the past.

Cheon Yusin had sent a slash with all his might at the cunning thief who was trying to rob his safe, but Bieunggaek had easily escaped from Cheon Yusin’s grasp by getting his butt slightly cut.

‘He has now surpassed his speed.’

Cheon Yusin was on the verge of getting goosebumps when he witnessed Jin Sohyun’s movement technique, which surpassed the movement technique of Bieunggaek, who had dedicated his life to it.

‘Kang Cheon… of the flying sword technique and Bieunggaek of the movement technique.’

Both were masters who had reached the pinnacle of their respective fields by dedicating enough talent and a lot of time.

And the man standing in front of Cheon Yusin now was their disciple and, in just a few years, had surpassed his masters.

A genius or a monster.

‘I want him.’

Cheon Yusin wanted the man named Jin Sohyun.

He coveted his dazzling talent, and he coveted his youth.

“I think I know now.”

Cheon Yusin dropped his sword.

“Huh?”

Meanwhile, Jin Sohyun, who was approaching him at a fast speed, had to stop his feet in a hurry when he discovered Cheon Yusin, who had lost his will to fight.

The sharp cold air that had surrounded him had also disappeared.

‘I think I know why the Blood Demon showed an obsession with you.’

Cheon Yusin, who had directly faced Ma Seongun, had felt a hatred and obsession of an indescribable depth in his eyes as he looked at Jin Sohyun.

At the time, he couldn’t know the exact reason.

But now he felt like he knew.

‘If he can just take this person’s power with the Blood Jade, the Blood Demon will be the number one of all time… no… he will be able to covet the world.’

Even if it was the emperor, who was said to be the true master of the world, could he stop the Blood Demon who had devoured Jin Sohyun’s power and talent?

The Blood Demon would become an unprecedented disaster and cover the Central Plains with blood.

Of course, this was a story about when Jin Sohyun was defeated by him.

“The Jin Clan…”

Cheon Yusin chewed on Jin Sohyun’s family name.

He knew that Jin Seomok had appeared with a huge amount of supplies to help the Martial Alliance and the righteous martial world.

‘There is nothing lacking.’

Family, appearance, and even martial talent.

Cheon Yusin put away his sword and thought.

‘I have to bring this person into the White Moon Palace.’

“Aren’t you going to do more?”

Jin Sohyun pushed the flying sword he was holding into its scabbard.

“It seems I can’t have a proper martial arts contest with you with my left hand.”

“Ah…”

As Jin Sohyun nodded his head as if he understood, he showed a happy expression in a certain direction.

Cheon Yusin, who had followed his gaze, discovered Cheon Yerang there.

She was standing with a face that felt many things.

It was not the expressionless face that was as cold as ice, like in the White Moon Palace.

Cheon Yusin smiled as he looked at Cheon Yerang’s unfamiliar face.

‘It seems I don’t have to step forward myself.’

Cheon Yusin passed by Cheon Yerang and secretly sent a telepathic message.

—Make that person yours.

Cheon Yerang’s face, who had received the command, quickly hardened.

Following Cheon Gasung, even Cheon Yusin.

The White Moon Palace was giving her the same command.

“Young Lady Cheon.”

The command to make Jin Sohyun, who was looking at her with a bright face, hers.

“Young… Master Jin.”

“What brings you here?”

“That is…”

Cheon Yerang, who was hesitating, unlike her usual self, placed her hand on her sword without even realizing it and said.

“Will you have a martial arts contest with me?”

(End of Chapter)