The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 142

"It could escalate into a problem with the Demonic Cult."

The Sword Princess said in a low voice.

The Beggar Lord and the Disciplinary Hall Master also nodded with serious expressions.

For the past several decades, there had been no clashes between the Martial Alliance and the Demonic Cult.

It could be called a forced peace brought about by the fear of the Dark Heavenly Son.

But the Dark Heavenly Son was gone.

And for the first ti since then, a clash between the Martial Alliance and the Demonic Cult had occurred.

The Beggar Lord, with a rarely seen sober face, said.

"But the Demonic Cult guys won't be able to move easily unless their main headquarters is attacked. The Black Plaque Star won't just stand by and watch either."

It was a common-sense thought.

But the anxiety on the faces of the Sword Princess and the Beggar Lord did not easily disappear. It was because it was rare to see an existence as far from common sense as the Demonic Cult guys.

The Sword Princess, biting her lip slightly, contemplated for a mont and then said.

"They even spread the Heavenly Net just to catch three Postal Hall martial artists. The key would be what information the Postal Hall obtained from the Demonic Cult and was trying to deliver to the Martial Alliance."

Those who were here did not know what that information was.

But what was certain was that the Demonic Cult did not want that information to leak out, to the point of spreading the Heavenly Net.

"In the end, we need to know what the information is to be able to respond."

As the Beggar Lord said so, everyone's gaze turned to the fallen Postal Hall Master.

All the physicians of the Kunlun Sect were attached to him and treating him. Since the Kunlun Sect had the most injuries in the history of the Orthodox Path, their dical skills had naturally developed.

The physicians said that the first priority was to get rid of the demonic ki that had encroached on the Postal Hall Master's body.

This was why fighting with the Demonic Cult was scary. It was because the demonic ki, like poison, slowly ate away at the opponent's body.

Although they were all covered in dirt from escaping the Heavenly Net, they did not even think of washing and just waited.

How much ti had passed like that?

Twitch.

The Postal Hall Master's finger moved.

Soon, the physicians who had been taking a short break rushed over and examined his body, and the martial artists also approached and waited.

The Postal Hall Master's eyes slowly opened.

He cautiously surveyed his surroundings and grasped the situation.

"Beggar Lord, Mad Dog, Sword Princess..."

The Postal Hall Master, who had surveyed their faces, let out a sigh of relief. The hellish nightmare was finally over.

The Postal Hall Master, despite the physicians' attempts to stop him, raised his body.

Although he could not stand up completely, he clasped his hands in a salute while at least sitting up.

"...Thank you, everyone."

The Postal Hall Master, who handled the information of the Martial Alliance, knew better than anyone what it ant to enter the Heavenly Net.

These were the people who had risked their lives for him.

The Beggar Lord, saying it was sothing he naturally had to do, showed humility, and the Disciplinary Hall Master and the Sword Princess were relieved at the thought that he had passed the crisis.

Soon, the Postal Hall Master's gaze turned to the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers.

To think that even those young kids had co here.

Along with sha, sothing churned inside him. It must have been that of an Orthodox Path martial artist who had faced the chivalry of young martial artists.

"Co here for a mont."

The one the Postal Hall Master pointed at was Song Yiyeon.

Song Yiyeon, who had been pointed at out of the blue, went over with wide eyes.

"You carried and ran, right?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes, so it wasn't a dream. You've worked hard."

Song Yiyeon scratched his head. In fact, he had just run, and the one who had opened the path was Young Master Cheon, and the ones who had protected his side were the elders of the Martial Alliance.

"I didn't do anything. Rather, it's nothing compared to what you've given , Hall Master."

Before the incident, the Postal Hall Master had taught his unique movent technique and lightness skill to Song Yiyeon. To pass on a unique martial art that contained a martial artist's entire life was sothing that could not be converted into value.

"Yiyeon."

"Yes, Hall Master."

Song Yiyeon bowed his head with a polite attitude.

Soon, the Postal Hall Master said solemnly.

"You have to join the Postal Hall."

"..."

A brief silence.

Soon, Song Yiyeon said to the Kunlun Sect physicians.

"Physicians. I think the Hall Master is still very sick. His condition is very bad."

But no one stepped forward.

Song Yiyeon looked at Cheon Woojin.

Even Cheon Woojin turned his head and looked away.

Song Yiyeon, who had realized that he had no one on his side here, had a troubled expression.

Seeing this, the Postal Hall Master's words continued.

"Why don't you like the Postal Hall? To go from an ard unit to a hall-level martial artist is a very unconventional promotion. You're being spoiled, very."

"Ahem."

"Cough! Yes, I see. It's because you want to be in the Hidden Dragon Unit. Is that guy your line?"

The Postal Hall Master pointed at Cheon Woojin.

Song Yiyeon did not bother to deny it. He had not thought of it as a line, but it was true that he wanted to be with his friends.

Soon, the Postal Hall Master's words continued.

"You've chosen a very sturdy line. To think that the line called the Postal Hall would look so shabby."

"It's not particularly like that..."

"Yes, fine. Let's postpone the recruitnt to the Postal Hall for later. Yiyeon, do you have a master?"

In an instant, the air in the hall flinched.

What the Postal Hall Master was trying to say was clear.

Song Yiyeon also answered with a slightly trembling voice.

"...I don't."

"Will you be my disciple?"

Silence followed. The Postal Hall Master was one of the fastest n in the Martial Alliance. And he was not a weak one among the hall masters either.

In fact, there were a huge number of people who had lined up to beco his disciple.

"Why of all people..."

"Do you know what I thought every ti I passed the crisis of death, trapped in that hellish Heavenly Net? Ah, I haven't taught that guy enough yet. If he goes around bragging that he learned from after learning just that much, it would be a disgrace even after I die. Yes, let's live. Let's live and teach him properly."

"..."

"Why, you don't want to be my disciple either? If you don't want to, I can't help it, but..."

"I will."

"I knew you would."

"How did you know?"

"You're a guy who enjoys running, and I'm a martial artist who is faster than anyone."

Song Yiyeon silently offered the nine bows. It was the etiquette offered when a martial artist took a master.

At that sight, just as the Postal Hall Master was smiling with satisfaction.

The Disciplinary Hall Master and the Sword Princess approached.

"You've co back from the dead and even got a good disciple. Congratulations. Why do good things keep happening only to you?"

The Disciplinary Hall Master grumbled for no reason.

The Sword Princess next to him continued.

"Hall Master, I don't want to interrupt this ti, but there's sothing I must ask. What information did the Postal Hall obtain that the Demonic Cult would even spread the Heavenly Net just to catch three hall mbers?"

The Disciplinary Hall Master, the Postal Hall Master, and the Sword Princess were of the sa generation.

Since they had been like friends since they were young, their atmosphere seed comfortable with each other.

But the Postal Hall Master shook his head. No matter how long they had been friends, principles were principles.

"That information is beyond my authority. Only the Alliance Leader and the Chief Strategist have the authority to know."

The Sword Princess also knew that the Postal Hall Master was a huge stickler for principles, so she could not press him further.

It was then.

Suddenly, a voice was heard from the entrance of the Kunlun Sect.

"I will permit it. Tell them, Hall Master."

Everyone's heads turned.

Four n were entering the entrance.

Led by the Sima Hui Chief Strategist, to his left were the Divine Doctor and the disguised Poisonous Hand, and to his right was the White Sword Hall Master, who was guarding them as the sword of the Martial Alliance.

"Chief Strategist, what brings you here?"

It was the Beggar Lord's question.

The Chief Strategist, after first confirming that the Postal Hall Master was safe, said with a bitter smile.

"The Alliance Leader was causing a ruckus, saying he would go himself, so to stop him, I said I would go instead with the White Sword Hall Master."

"Hahaha, the Chief Strategist is also amazing. With Beili Tian's personality, he would have co a hundred tis already. In the world, you're probably the only one who can persuade him 'now'."

There had been one person before the Chief Strategist.

Everyone naturally thought of the White Flower Sword Immortal and then glanced at Cheon Woojin.

"So, what's the information?"

It was the Sword Princess's question. If a war between the righteous and the demonic broke out, the Namgung family would always be at the forefront. There was no particular reason. It was just the pride of Namgung.

The Chief Strategist nodded and said.

"A mber of the Three Lords of the World. The leader of the Demonic Cult, Wei Tianyang."

A strange silence fell in the hall.

They had not expected the Demonic Cult Leader to be ntioned so suddenly.

After that brief breath, Sima Hui's words continued.

"He is said to have died. The cause of death is a disease due to old age. Nothing specific has been confird yet, but it is certain that he has died."

"Heo-eo...!"

The Beggar Lord let out a sigh. The Disciplinary Hall Master, the Sword Princess, and the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect were also the sa.

"The real problem is that the Young Cult Leader has not been definitively decided. There are five young masters under him, and in addition, the six families of the Demonic Cult will be aiming for that position."

Everyone had a tense expression.

The current cult leader was not a very tyrannical person. Therefore, a war between the righteous and the demonic was a very distant story.

But if a new person rose to the top, it was common to wage a war to rally the forces under him and strengthen his power.

In that heavy silence.

The Chief Strategist, who had been examining the Postal Hall Master's body, asked the Divine Doctor.

"Elder, how long do you think the treatnt will take?"

The distance from this Qinghai to Wuhan, where the Martial Alliance's main headquarters was, was very far. He could not move until he was treated to so extent.

"It will take at least a month. It's not an easy task to neutralize all the encroached demonic ki and connect the severed ki ridians one by one."

"I will also stay here for a while and observe the movents of the Demonic Cult."

The Chief Strategist, who had said so, suddenly looked at Cheon Woojin.

"By any chance, can you join us?"

In preparation for an unforeseen situation, every hand was precious. Moreover, a martial artist of Heaven Beyond Heaven was an existence of one against a hundred. At least as long as Cheon Woojin and the Beggar Lord were here, there was nothing to be afraid of unless the new cult leader of the Demonic Cult ca himself.

Cheon Woojin nodded nonchalantly.

It was just a life of training, eating, and sleeping every day. It didn't matter much where he was.

"Cough!"

Suddenly, the Postal Hall Master vomited blood.

Everyone had worried expressions, but the Divine Doctor said calmly.

"He just expelled the dead blood, so don't make a fuss."

The Divine Doctor, who had said so, laid out the dicinal herbs and large needles he had brought and told a physician of the Kunlun Sect to bring warm water.

"I'll start a fire."

The physicians of the Kunlun Sect, who had stopped such a Song Yiyeon, disappeared sowhere. When they reappeared, they were in a state of having filled a large pot with steaming hot water.

The Divine Doctor said with a puzzled look.

"Did you boil the water in advance?"

"No. There is a hot spring nearby, so we brought it from there."

The Divine Doctor nodded nonchalantly. Since hot spring water basically had good ingredients for the body, it was rather a good thing.

It was when the martial artists, who had not yet washed, were also lightly washing their hands and faces with the warm water the physicians had brought.

Cheon Woojin kept tilting his head.

At that, Song Yiyeon, who had approached, asked.

"What's wrong, Young Master?"

"This water. Don't you feel anything?"

"What do you an?"

Cheon Woojin's eyes narrowed. He then asked the sa question to the Sword Princess, the Disciplinary Hall Master, and the Beggar Lord, but they all just answered that they didn't know.

Nevertheless, Cheon Woojin, who was still tilting his head, asked the physician who had brought the water.

"Where is the hot spring where you brought this water?"

At that, the physician said he would guide him personally and led the way.

Cheon Woojin followed him and then gestured with his eyes for the disguised Poisonous Hand to follow.

The Poisonous Hand, who was already feeling the sting of the Beggar Lord's 'You've really gone mad. You crawled all the way here?' gaze, gladly followed Cheon Woojin.

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And so, the three arrived at the hot spring.

The truly boiling hot water was flowing gently.

Cheon Woojin touched the water a few tis and then spread his ki sense. The ki he had felt from the brought water was felt even more fiercely.

Cheon Woojin spread his ki sense like threads and went back up, following the ki he felt from the hot spring water.

Soon, as the thread-like ki sense reached its source, he felt an incredibly hot ki.

"Is it there?"

Cheon Woojin approached a rock.

He lightly pushed aside the rock, which seed to weigh at least several hundred catties.

At that, between the rock and the rock, there was a single flower as red as if it had been covered in red dye.

It was the cause of the boiling river in this area.

"This."

Cheon Woojin pointed at the flower.

The Poisonous Hand, who had approached with a puzzled face, his mouth slowly opened, and in the end, he even let out a single scream.

"Eok!"

Unlike the Poisonous Hand, who had half fallen backward, Cheon Woojin said in a nonchalant tone.

"It's a sun-secret flower."

It was the very spiritual herb that was needed to treat the Poison King's dentia.

(End of Chapter)