The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 143

Cheon Woojin and the Poisonous Hand stood side by side, looking at a single flower.

The area quickly beca hot due to the heat emitted by the sun-secret flower.

Looking at the underside of the rock that had been moved aside, it was blackened as if it had been heated for a long ti.

"It seems those rocks were blocking the heat."

Thanks to that, the heat that could not be released was absorbed into the ground, creating hot spring water.

The Poisonous Hand nodded with a half-dazed face. The sun-secret flower was a top-tier spiritual herb that stood shoulder to shoulder with the ten-thousand-year fire lizard, the ten-thousand-year ice crystal, the azure stone oil, the inner core of the human-faced spider, and the thousand-year-old polygonum multiflorum.

'Its re existence calls for a storm of blood in the martial world...'

Thinking so, the Poisonous Hand looked at Cheon Woojin. In fact, he had been a little nervous, but seeing his completely uninterested expression, his excitent deflated.

"Nephew."

"Yes."

"How can a martial artist like you have such a dry expression in front of such a rare spiritual herb? Don't you feel any greed?"

"No, not particularly."

"With your realm, you could kill and that physician over there right here, take the sun-secret flower for yourself, and run away. No, you don't even need to run away. The Martial Alliance wouldn't ostracize a martial artist of Heaven Beyond Heaven for such a reason."

The two were talking with their eyes fixed on the sun-secret flower. At the Poisonous Hand's words, Cheon Woojin suddenly looked at him.

The Poisonous Hand flinched slightly. Although he had said it himself, it was scary just to imagine it for a mont.

Soon, Cheon Woojin's gaze turned to the physician behind him.

The physician even fell backward.

"I-I didn't see anything."

"..."

Cheon Woojin had a bewildered expression.

It had been a long ti since he had surpassed the realm where he could benefit from spiritual beasts, spiritual herbs, or spiritual pills.

"Take it."

"...Can I do it?"

The Poisonous Hand showed a rare lack of confidence. Now that he was facing the sun-secret flower, its energy was much hotter and larger than he had imagined.

"You said you were going to treat the Poison King's dentia. You have to take the sun-secret flower and make a poison of extre yang, don't you?"

The Poisonous Hand was one of the few martial artists of his ti who had reached the realm of a poison person. A poison person did not need to carry poison separately. The ki flowing in their body and the breath that ca out of their mouth were poison itself, and therefore, to obtain the desired poison, they had to lt the sun-secret flower directly into their body.

As Cheon Woojin ntioned the Poison King, the Poisonous Hand's expression changed at once.

This worthless younger brother. Because of you, you idiot, I have to eat this kind of thing.

The Poisonous Hand, with exactly that expression, released his disguise. It was because to lt such a spiritual herb into his body, he had to concentrate fully.

The Poisonous Hand, who had returned to his own face, sat cross-legged in front of the sun-secret flower. Cheon Woojin stood next to him as if he were not interested, but since that position was coincidentally like standing guard, the Poisonous Hand felt a sense of reassurance.

"To think that a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven is standing guard for ..."

Muttering so, he cautiously brought his hand to the sun-secret flower.

Even though he had protected his skin with protective ki, smoke and a burning sll arose.

He then cautiously picked the flower. The remaining stem instantly lost its strength and withered, and then suddenly burned away without a trace in a single fla.

The Poisonous Hand, as soon as he swallowed the sun-secret flower, operated his internal energy to the extre. A pain as if his tongue, the roof of his mouth, his uvula, and his throat were all burning ca over him.

No, in fact, his skin would peel off and lt. But as long as he could lt the energy of the sun-secret flower, it didn't matter.

The sun-secret flower that had lted in the Poisonous Hand's body released a huge amount of heat. This soon began to run wild, following the Poisonous Hand's entire body's ki ridians.

The Poisonous Hand's face flushed, and blackish smoke rose from his nose, ears, and mouth.

"Keuheuk!"

With a single groan, hot tears of blood flowed.

The Poisonous Hand had an intuition. If he digested it, he would enter a new realm. But if he failed, he would die or beco disabled.

"Endure it."

Cheon Woojin's calm voice struck the Poisonous Hand's ears.

The Poisonous Hand's two eyes were as red as if they had been burned by fire. His ntal strength was slowly reaching its limit.

He wanted to expel all the energy of this extre yang that was running wild in his body into the air right away.

"Ah, I can't. I really can't..."

"Endure it. If you expel the energy, you don't know when you'll see a sun-secret flower again."

Nevertheless, the Poisonous Hand shook his head.

He was already hearing the sound of the King of Hell calling him.

Uh, is that the Sanzu River?

Just as he was having this thought.

"Endure it, you stupid bastard. Have you ever properly endured anything in your life? Are you going to live like that and die a cripple?"

The Poisonous Hand's eyes widened in an instant, and he looked at Cheon Woojin.

Wasn't it exactly like the Black Master's tone?

But Cheon Woojin just t his gaze with a "what are you looking at" look and then, saying he would help a little, placed his hand on the Poisonous Hand's back.

A stream of ki flowed from Cheon Woojin's palm into the Poisonous Hand's dantian.

The Poisonous Hand was startled.

'Wh-what kind of internal energy is this...'

He had never seen such a pure and deep internal energy in his life.

No, he had never even imagined that such an internal energy could exist.

The ki that Cheon Woojin had passed on suddenly moved according to the Poisonous Hand's will. That enormous purity and density of internal energy began to slowly control the energy of the sun-secret flower.

How much ti had passed like that?

The flushed face gradually regained its original color, and a flash like the sun flickered over his unique dark green glare.

The Poisonous Hand slowly closed and opened his eyes.

"..."

The world had changed.

To be precise, the Poisonous Hand's eyes that were looking at the world had changed.

"It's done. I have truly lted the sun-secret flower completely!"

The energy of extre yang that the sun-secret flower possessed was felt intact. But unlike before, it was not running wild and was completely under the Poisonous Hand's control.

The Poisonous Hand glared at a large rock and then extended his internal energy.

The released poison ki of extre yang easily lted a part of the rock. It was a realm that was unimaginable before.

"Poison Lord. I am the first in this era to surpass the poison person and reach that realm. I am the master of poison! Haha! Hahahaha!"

The Poisonous Hand could not control his joy and laughed wildly.

Then, suddenly recalling the words he had heard a mont ago, he said to Cheon Woojin.

"But, calling your senior uncle a cripple is a bit..."

"When did I say that?"

Cheon Woojin tilted his head. No matter how much he did not treat the Poisonous Hand as an elder, would he really curse his master's friend?

At that, the Poisonous Hand's expression beca serious. He had definitely heard a voice that was exactly like the Black Master's tone...

"Was it really an auditory hallucination? I've never heard such a vivid auditory hallucination in my life."

Suddenly, he saw the Crescent Moon Staff on Cheon Woojin's back.

Could it be?

The Poisonous Hand, who had approached Cheon Woojin, tapped the Crescent Moon Staff with the back of his hand and glared at it.

The Poisonous Hand, who had been having a staring contest with the dark iron staff with a more serious expression than ever before, soon shook his head.

"Ah, I don't know. I am now the Poison Lord! You foolish younger brother who dares to call yourself the Poison King! Wipe your neck and wait. I'm coming! Uahahahat!"

Shouting so, the Poisonous Hand moved with cheerful steps.

Cheon Woojin, who was watching his back, shook his head.

"Is that sothing a person who is going to treat soone would say?"

In any case, it was certain that those who were involved with the Black Master were generally not in their right minds.

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The Poisonous Hand and Cheon Woojin returned to the Kunlun Sect.

Since the Kunlun Sect of that era was maintained in a cell organization form, it was just a few simple halls, to the point of being embarrassing for its reputation as one of the Nine Sects.

The death of the Demonic Cult Leader, the struggle for the throne among the young masters.

The Demonic Cult of the present was in a truly unpredictable state.

For that reason, the Sima Hui Chief Strategist and the White Sword Hall Master had gone down Mount Kunlun, saying they would set up a temporary military affairs departnt at the Martial Alliance's Qinghai branch.

The Beggar Lord, to gather the tens of thousands of beggars of the Beggars' Sect, the Disciplinary Hall Master, to look after the order of the Martial Alliance, and the Sword Princess, to prepare as the actual head of the Namgung family, had left Mount Kunlun.

In the end, what was left in the Kunlun Sect were the Hidden Dragon Unit, including Cheon Woojin, the unrecovered Postal Hall Master, the Divine Doctor who was treating him, and the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect.

And the very excited Poisonous Hand.

While Cheon Woojin was resting in the residence provided by the Kunlun Sect.

A man visited the residence.

"Alliance mber Cheon, let's talk for a mont."

It was the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect, Hyewon.

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Cheon Woojin walked side by side with the Sect Leader.

The surroundings had already beco dark, and the mountain path was quite rough, but it was no problem for the two's realm.

The Sect Leader, who had been climbing for a long ti, suddenly stopped at a point.

"I really like this place."

Saying so, he pointed sowhere.

It was a place where the village below Mount Kunlun could be seen widely between the rocks that had sprung up here and there.

"Looking down at the village like this, the anger that is always burning in my heart subsides a little."

"Do you have a lot of anger in you?"

Cheon Woojin asked nonchalantly.

The Sect Leader did not bother to answer.

Nevertheless, he could feel that an indescribable anger was filled in him.

The two looked at the night view in silence for a mont.

The Sect Leader had tried to be a little dignified, but he clicked his tongue at Cheon Woojin's taciturnity and was the first to open his mouth.

"Thank you. You saved Cheonghyeon, didn't you?"

"Cheonghyeon?"

"The disciple of Kunlun who was about to die in the Heavenly Net."

"Ah."

Cheon Woojin nodded. But he thought it was not sothing to receive thanks for.

"I just did what I had to do."

"That's very difficult. There are too many people in the world who don't do what they have to do. Isn't the recent matter of the Qingcheng Sect like that? It wasn't sothing a Taoist priest should do."

"Yes."

"You're the disciple of the White Flower Sword Immortal, right? Not only the Beili Tian Alliance Leader, but also everyone in the Orthodox Path who lived in that era, but I also respected that senior very much. He was a very cool person."

The Sect Leader's gaze was fixed sowhere beyond the village. As if he were reminiscing about a past that could no longer be reached.

"Yes, that's right. I have a lot of anger in . All the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect are like that. We are people who live with a history filled with pain and destruction."

In the history of the martial world, the Demonic Cult had not been rampant many tis. But once they moved, the Kunlun Sect would disappear from the world without fail.

Not only did they border each other, but to the cult leader and the demonic people who had just left the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, the Kunlun Sect was just a ans to express their anger and will.

"Dying, and dying again, burning, and burning again..."

Cheon Woojin felt for a mont as if a fla were flickering in the Sect Leader's two eyes. Also, he felt that his anger was not entirely directed at the Demonic Cult.

"Do you resent the Orthodox Path martial world?"

"I did. At their shaless attitude of always treating us like a shield, even though we are the sa Orthodox Path."

Cheon Woojin nodded calmly. It was a story he knew to so extent from the White Master.

The Martial Alliance did not invest much in martial artists, supplies, or money in Qinghai. Strategically, Qinghai was just a signal flare to announce the rampage of the Demonic Cult or a shallow breakwater. No matter how much they invested, there was no reason to do so when it would all burn and be destroyed once the Demonic Cult went on a rampage.

"If the sect located here were not Kunlun, but a family like the Namgung family or the Tang family that brought huge profits to the Martial Alliance, the situation would have been different."

The atmosphere beca sowhat heavy.

The Sect Leader, who felt this, lightly clapped his hands and tried to change the atmosphere.

"I'm sorry. It's all just old feelings. Do you know about the ti the White Flower Sword Immortal invaded the Demonic Cult alone? That was actually because of my master. My master, that is, the previous Sect Leader, had once complained just as I am doing to you now."

"..."

"The White Flower Sword Immortal said, 'These damn Demonic Cult guys, please wait a mont. I will bring the cult leader's neck, so let's use that as a side dish and console the past history.' After leaving such words, he invaded the Demonic Cult with a single fan."

Thinking that it truly suited the White Master, Cheon Woojin absentmindedly caressed the Crane Feather Fan tucked into his robe.

"Anyway, after that, I no longer resent the Orthodox Path. How can I be so wronged when such a great hero understands the pain of our Kunlun?"

The Sect Leader smiled. It was a pure smile that belied his white hair and wrinkles.

"Alliance mber Cheon. I don't know how fortunate it is that a person like you remains in the Martial Alliance. As a fading martial artist of the Orthodox Path, I just wanted to say this. Thank you very much."

Cheon Woojin, as always, calmly nodded.

And so, the two looked at the night view in silence for a long ti.

There were tis when silence made one feel more conversation, and now was such a ti.

Cheon Woojin felt the gratitude and hope that the Sect Leader held, and the Sect Leader felt the unspoken comfort that Cheon Woojin was giving.

"The weather is cold. Let's go back now. We don't know when sothing will happen, so we must always maintain our best physical condition..."

In an instant, the Sect Leader's words were cut off.

He glared fiercely at a place in the village.

There, red and yellow flas were rising.

It was not just a fire from burning trash in the village or for a festival.

It was a clear fire demon.

"That place is..."

If the Sect Leader's prediction was correct, the place where the fire demon had arisen was none other than the Martial Alliance's Qinghai branch. In the whole world, there was only one who would dare to set fire to the Martial Alliance.

The Demonic Cult.

They had co for revenge for the Heavenly Net incident.

The mont the Sect Leader reached that conclusion.

Before he could even say anything, Cheon Woojin jumped off the cliff.

"H-hey! Do you know how high this cliff is..."

The Sect Leader's words trailed off.

It was a cliff of a height that even a peak master would die if they fell. But that young martial artist was a crazy guy who had flown through the Heavenly Net.

"...Who am I worried about right now?"

(End of Chapter)