The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 141

The shock created by the Crescent Moon Staff did not disappear and left a faint aftereffect. Due to that vibration, a more obvious tension was passing over the faces of the demonic people.

Soon, Cheon Woojin descended onto the battlefield.

As always, he surveyed the situation with a dry expression.

There were about thirty demonic people left.

Fortunately, the Disciplinary Hall Master and the Sword Princess seed to be unhard.

Cheon Woojin approached the Postal Hall Master. Having already exhausted all his true ki, his breathing was so faint that it seed it would stop at any mont.

"Hall Master."

At Cheon Woojin's call, the Postal Hall Master squeezed out all his strength and half-lifted his eyelids. Cheon Woojin, who had confird that the life in his pupils had not yet disappeared, let out a sigh of relief.

"It will be a little hot."

Saying so, he placed his hand near the Postal Hall Master's dantian. The ki he had raised soon flowed through his palm and into the Postal Hall Master's body.

"Ugh..."

The Postal Hall Master let out a painful groan. It was as hot as if his whole body were burning. But Cheon Woojin still did not remove his hand, with a calm attitude.

Usually, the ki that restores the body is warm. But since the Postal Hall Master's condition was so bad right now, a lukewarm ki could not stimulate his true ki.

As a hot ki, hot enough to burn even the ki ridians, flowed into his dantian, the true origin ki that the Postal Hall Master had been holding twitched as if it were struggling.

Human survival instinct was this great.

At the sa ti, Cheon Woojin removed his hand. Nevertheless, the already stimulated true origin ki was circulating throughout the Postal Hall Master's body, slowly restoring the damaged ki ridians.

He would be able to hold on until he escaped the Heavenly Net and reached a physician.

"What did you do?"

The Sword Princess, who had been watching this intently, asked. Although she was a seasoned veteran in the martial world, she had never seen such a sight before.

Cheon Woojin answered nonchalantly.

"I will open a path, so please take the Hall Master and escape. A master of the Beggar Lord's level will soon notice the ki and join you. Until then, if you just hold on well, there will be no problem."

Cheon Woojin, who had said so, took his eyes off the Postal Hall Master and got up. Even at that small movent, the demonic people flinched. Due to the strike of the Crescent Moon Staff he had shown a mont ago, their tension was palpable.

Regardless, Cheon Woojin stretched his hand into the air. At that, the Crescent Moon Staff, which had been stuck among the dozens of demonic people who had beco blood and flesh, was pulled in.

Cheon Woojin, who had lightly swung the Crescent Moon Staff to shake off the blood, stared at the demonic people. He then, as if contemplating for a mont, repeatedly gripped and released the Crescent Moon Staff.

If he were to face the leader of the Demonic Cult alone, the Crescent Moon Staff would be suitable. But if it was just to open a path and sweep away all those who blocked it, the Crane Feather Fan was better.

Cheon Woojin, who had judged so, sheathed his Crescent Moon Staff and took out the Crane Feather Fan from his bosom.

At that, a person who seed to be a master on the demonic side was startled and shouted.

"Th-the fan of the Blood Calamity Demonic Immortal!"

"...What's that?"

Cheon Woojin looked at the guy with a bewildered face.

In the anti, the Disciplinary Hall Master explained in a low voice from behind.

"It's the nickna the Demonic Cult guys use for Elder White Flower Sword Immortal. It's been like that since the elder invaded the Demonic Cult alone and slaughtered hundreds."

Cheon Woojin nodded. The Disciplinary Hall Master, as befitting the disciple of the Beggar Lord, truly knew everything.

By the way, the Blood Calamity Demonic Immortal...

It was a nickna with all sorts of bad characters attached, as if they were that scared. It felt as if he could hear his masters' voices.

- The Demonic Cult guys have no sha. How dare they attach 'demon' to soone's nickna. Woojin, punish those guys at once!

- Hahahaha! Uahahahahaha!

The Black Master's laughter, which continued for a long ti as if he were truly enjoying it. The White Master's appearance, glaring at such a Black Master with narrowed eyes.

It was as if he could see all of it clearly. It was probably even more so because he had seen his missed masters through Mangija's letter recently.

"I will open a path."

Cheon Woojin lightly fanned his Crane Feather Fan. At that, a gentle breeze, like the flapping of a butterfly's wings, blew from all directions.

"I will help."

The Sword Princess stepped forward, gripping Namgung's Chang Gung Sword. But the Disciplinary Hall Master next to her grabbed her arm and stopped her, then shook his head with a serious face.

'If we step in, we'll only be a hindrance.'

It was exactly that kind of look.

The Sword Princess's pupils, who had t his gaze, trembled.

'I'm a hindrance?'

She had lived in the shadow of the monster called the Sword King all her life, so it had not been highlighted, but the Sword Princess was also a grandmaster of the sword. The fact that she was a hindrance to soone was sothing she could not quite believe.

The Disciplinary Hall Master also read her thoughts from her expression, but he did not bother to explain.

She would soon find out.

Soon, Cheon Woojin swung his Crane Feather Fan.

It was a truly gentle breeze.

That whirlwind slowly rushed towards the demonic people at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.

The demonic people each responded. Soone poured out sword ki and saber ki, and another tried to avoid or block it.

But in front of the gentle breeze, all of that returned to nothing.

"Uh, uh, uh..."

A sound of bewildernt, as if things had gone terribly wrong, began to echo among the demonic people. They were being pushed back in all directions without a fight. From the lowest ranks of the Demonic Cult's ard forces to the commanders and elders, they were all flying away fairly, without discrimination.

"Young Master Song, carry him."

Cheon Woojin said without even looking back.

The Hidden Dragon Unit mbers had arrived before he knew it.

Song Yiyeon, who was the fastest, imdiately carried the Postal Hall Master, and the Plum Blossom Sword and the Chang Gung Sword stuck to his left and right as if to guard him.

Soon, Song Yiyeon began to run like a madman.

The destination was Mount Kunlun. A martial artist of the Kunlun Sect, who knew the way well, imdiately followed and explained, and the Disciplinary Hall Master and the Sword Princess also ran, exuding their ki to prepare for an attack from the demonic people from a short distance away.

As expected, the Sword Princess, who had cut down the demonic people rushing towards the rescue team in a single blow, suddenly turned her head.

"Why, why isn't he coming?"

The Sword Princess, who always had a cold expression, had a rarely seen flustered face. As soon as the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander had secured their escape route, he had run. It was because the Heavenly Net was a siege that did not allow for a long gap.

Naturally, she had thought that the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander would also follow from the rear. But, he was just standing blankly among the demonic people.

The Disciplinary Hall Master was also not much different from the Sword Princess. In any case, Cheon Woojin was the successor who had inherited Mangija's will.

Soon, the mont the two were about to go and help Cheon Woojin.

A huge saber ki grazed their front. Not only that, but sword ki and saber ki were also mixed in, blocking the front. The crack in the Heavenly Net that Cheon Woojin had opened had been closed again.

In the end, all they could do was.

Just to run towards Mount Kunlun as if their lives depended on it.

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Cheon Woojin looked at the receding rescue team for a mont.

Since the Beggar Lord would soon join them, there was no need to worry.

As the wind created by the Crane Feather Fan subsided, the demonic people staggered to their feet and then showed a fierce glare.

They were also those who had overco the hellish training of the Demonic Cult and were standing in this place.

"How foolish. Did you sacrifice yourself to save your comrades? It's a weak choice that a blood-and-iron martial artist of the Demonic Cult would never have made."

Yang Yiseok, an elder of the Yang family, one of the six great families of the Demonic Cult, let out a bitter sneer.

The fear he had shown at the sight of the Crane Feather Fan a mont ago had disappeared as if washed away.

Cheon Woojin knew the reason. It was because two hundred demonic people who had felt the battle were rushing towards this place like a pack of dogs.

However, there was one misunderstanding.

"I didn't particularly sacrifice myself."

He was just curious. How sturdy and dense a net the Heavenly Net of the Demonic Cult was.

Both of his masters had experience escaping the Heavenly Net.

The White Master had been able to escape in one day, and the Black Master in two days. The image of the Black Master, who had been jealous of that fact, was still vivid in his eyes.

"How long will it take ?"

Cheon Woojin, who had said so, spread his ki sense wide.

Unlike before, when he had only been wary of his surroundings, he was now on the verge of encompassing the entire Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

In the widely spread ki sense, he felt the ki of the demonic people. The number of demonic people forming the Heavenly Net reached at least a thousand.

If the fight dragged on, he would have to face all a thousand.

That would be a difficult task even for masters who had reached Heaven Beyond Heaven.

In the end, what was important was speed.

The speed to tear a corner and escape before the net narrowed.

But since the Ten Thousand Great Mountains had dozens, hundreds of steep peaks, it was impossible to break through quickly in a straight line.

It might be possible for the martial artists of Kunlun, who knew the terrain of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains well, or for the demonic people.

But for a directionally challenged person like Cheon Woojin, who got confused even on the back hill of his neighborhood, it was an impossible story.

And so, as Cheon Woojin was standing still and thinking of various thods, the demonic people had another misunderstanding. Thinking that Cheon Woojin had half given up, they were narrowing the siege, letting out a "hehe" laugh.

Cheon Woojin thought that the demonic people were very stupid. Did they really not know after exchanging blows a mont ago? That even if he couldn't escape the Heavenly Net, it wouldn't be a difficult task to kill the demonic people in front of him.

Cheon Woojin, who had lightly clicked his tongue, suddenly looked up at the sky. A good idea had co to him.

The elder of the Demonic Cult, Yang Yiseok, let out a sneer and said.

"Are you praying before you die? It's useless. The only god in the world is the Heavenly Demon..."

"Is it spread out there too?"

"Hmm?"

"That sky, I an."

Yang Yiseok's expression crumpled.

"What are you talking about. You crazy bastard. Kill him!"

At the sa ti, the hundreds of demonic people who had been rushing in like a pack of dogs also joined. Yang Yiseok had been just playing with his words, waiting for them to join.

"It was a surprisingly loose siege."

Cheon Woojin, who had said so, kicked off the ground and flew into the sky.

A clear sneer of ridicule flickered across the faces of the demonic people.

It was a foolish act to float one's body against a large number like this. There was no need to chase after him. They could just wait like this and then, when he fell to the ground, they could just slash his entire body with dozens, hundreds of saber ki and sword ki.

But, it was a little strange.

"...But why isn't he coming down?"

The guy was standing blankly, high up in the sky.

Not only that.

"He's even walking."

He walks as if there were ground in the sky.

The demonic people were feeling not just bewildernt, but even fear at the unrealistic sight.

In the anti, the elder of the Demonic Cult, Yang Yiseok, shouted.

"H-Heavenly Ladder!?"

Heavenly Ladder.

The ultimate of movent techniques, which goes beyond the Void-Treading Step and the Void-Traversing Step, which montarily kick off the air and jump, and allows one to freely ascend and descend as if there were a ladder.

In fact, since it was such an absurd realm, everyone had dismissed it as existing only in legends. It didn't make sense that a person could stay still in the air.

But, that impossible thing was unfolding in front of their eyes.

Cheon Woojin looked down at the martial artists who had gathered like a swarm of ants for a mont and then just walked away.

* * *

The rescue team that had escaped the Heavenly Net had gathered at Mount Kunlun.

There had been a few crises, but thanks to the Beggar Lord who had joined in the middle, they had all been able to escape safely.

The Postal Hall Master was imdiately entrusted to the physicians of the Kunlun Sect.

Fortunately, it seed there was no major threat to his life.

However, everyone's expression was gloomy.

Cheon Woojin had not been able to escape the Heavenly Net.

Soon, the Sword Princess shot up from her seat.

"I can't live with my head held high in sha like this. I have to go and save him."

The Sword Princess was being polite because the Beggar Lord was present. She was a martial artist with a stronger pride than any other. If she returned alive through the sacrifice of a Hidden Dragon Unit Commander who was like a son to her, how could she live with that sha?

Starting with the Sword Princess, those who could be called the respected mbers of the martial world stepped up one by one. But they could not all move, leaving the Postal Hall Master behind.

The Disciplinary Hall Master, the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers, and the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect would remain here and protect the Postal Hall Master.

The Beggar Lord, the Sword Princess, and the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect decided to step up.

The Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect nodded with a solemn face.

"If I die, you be the next Sect Leader."

After pointing at one of the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect, he imdiately turned around. To re-enter the Heavenly Net that had been broken once was sothing that required a firm resolve, enough to leave a will.

The Beggar Lord also added a word.

"Mad Dog. If I die, you, my disciple, are also finished. Are our beggars ordinary guys? Anyway, good luck."

"..."

The Disciplinary Hall Master looked at his master as if he were a madman.

The Sword Princess just looked at her nephew, Namgung Jin, and then smiled with a relieved expression.

Namgung Jin's pupils trembled. He had never thought that the day would co when he would see his cold aunt's smile.

Soon, the mont the three, who had each left their wills in their own way, were about to depart with a firm heart.

A single figure lightly descended.

He was in a state of having his hands behind his back as if he were just taking a walk, without the Crescent Moon Staff and the Crane Feather Fan he always carried.

"Where are you all going? Is it another mission?"

"..."

A brief silence followed.

Soon, the Beggar Lord cautiously asked.

"The Heavenly Net?"

"Its reputation was not in vain. It was a dense siege, so it was hard to get out."

No matter how much of a Cheon Woojin he was, since his internal energy was not infinite, it was a little difficult to break through the Ten Thousand Great Mountains while maintaining the Heavenly Ladder.

"...It's not sothing that can be ended with the word 'hard'?"

"It was very hard."

But no one believed him.

It was because he was so energetic, and he had returned in less than half a day after being trapped in the Heavenly Net.

The Beggar Lord blinked his eyes, half-dazed.

Soon, the Sword Princess, who had approached, asked.

"How on earth did you get out?"

"I flew."

"...Wh-what?"

The Sword Princess's red lips parted slightly.

She, who had never been surprised in her life, seed to be surprised many tis today.

"There was no way to get out from the ground. I wonder how my masters did it."

As expected, my masters are amazing.

While Cheon Woojin was thinking so.

The Sword Princess kept letting out a dazed laugh.

'What on earth?'

The words 'I flew' were so unrealistic that if soone else had said them, they would have sounded like a joke. But for so reason, the words that ca out of this guy's mouth did not feel like a lie.

(End of Chapter)