The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 150

"So the Cult Leader is dead too. In the end, can no one go against the tide..."

With those last words, the Ghost Demon Squad Leader's breathing slowed.

The Crescent Moon Staff was slowly pulled out.

As blood gushed from his chest, the Ghost Demon Squad Leader, whose eyes were gradually losing focus, collapsed to the ground.

"..."

After a mont of silence.

Finally, the Taoist priests, regardless of whether they were from Jongnam or Wudang, let out the breath they had been holding.

The process of Cheon Woojin killing the Ghost Demon Squad Leader was very quiet. But a tension flowed that could not be compared to any flashy and fast battle.

The young master, the Emotionless Guest, who was newly called the sky, had killed the greatest assassin of the previous generation.

It was a scene with great symbolic aning. Just as the Ghost Demon Squad Leader had said in his last words, the back wave of the Yangtze River had pushed the front wave. The era of those who were once called the best was gradually setting, and a new sun, full of life, was beginning to rise.

Cheon Woojin sohow felt that his masters were also a symbol of the bygone era, and his mouth felt bitter for no reason.

In the anti, the front wave, no, the Wudang Sword Immortal and the Sect Leader of Jongnam, who had suddenly approached, asked.

"What did you see in the killing formation?"

The killing formation perford by the forr number one assassin in the world showed the opponent what they feared most and shook their hearts.

The Wudang Sword Immortal had seen the decline of the Wudang Sect, and the Jongnam Sect Leader had seen a plum blossom tree.

The two suddenly beca curious. What on earth would a master who had reached an incomprehensible level like the Emotionless Guest have seen?

Cheon Woojin tilted his head for a mont.

"What do you an, what did I see?"

"..."

The Wudang Sword Immortal had a strange expression. All humans have at least a small fear. He had expected that the Emotionless Guest had broken through it at once with his overwhelming internal energy or ntal strength.

"Don't tell you didn't see anything?"

"Yes."

"You have nothing to fear?"

"Well. Fear."

Cheon Woojin, who had been thinking for a mont, just shrugged because nothing ca to mind. The only thing he feared was parting with his masters, but that was already in the past.

Among the things that would happen in the future, there was nothing particularly scary even when he mobilized all of Cheon Woojin's imagination.

At that, the Wudang Sword Immortal had an expression as if he were looking at sothing that was not human. Basically, as a Taoist priest who cultivated the Way, he had lived his whole life continuing philosophical reasoning about life, death, and the essence of human beings. In the eyes of such a Wudang Sword Immortal, Cheon Woojin was strange, curious, and a little creepy.

While the Wudang Sword Immortal was making a serious expression.

The villagers, who had noticed that the situation was over, gathered one by one. They were very grateful for saving their lives, for saving their precious neighbors and families.

In particular, there were even those who asked for Cheon Woojin's na, who had stepped forward first, bowed their heads, and even brought him money.

Cheon Woojin was rarely embarrassed. Although he had been surrounded by hundreds of Demonic Cult mbers, it was the first ti he had been surrounded by dozens of villagers who were flocking to him to thank him.

Suddenly, a strange old man ca into Cheon Woojin's eyes.

It seed that the old man's granddaughter had been among those held hostage by the assassins, and he was repeatedly expressing his gratitude, and in one hand was a rather worn hamr. Judging by the calluses on his hand, it seed he was an old man who made a living by hamring iron.

"Thank you, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, my granddaughter and I would have had a hard ti seeing tomorrow."

It seed he had intended to go into the hall with that hamr to save his granddaughter himself.

But, to say that he was just an ordinary blacksmith, the old man's spirit was unusual.

His sturdy fra was a given. His neck and torso were as thick as a giant tree, and his two pupils had a weight as if they contained the heaviest rock in the world. His white hair rather made him look like a strong white tiger.

'If he were holding a sword instead of a hamr...'

At least, there would have been no one in the martial world who did not know this old man's na.

It was when the Wudang Sword Immortal, who seed to have felt this as well, was looking at the old man intently. Suddenly, a martial artist of the Wudang Sect approached and handed Cheon Woojin the Crescent Moon Staff and the Crane Feather Fan that he had entrusted to him.

"Isn't that the Crescent Moon Staff?"

The old man uttered such words.

Cheon Woojin had a rarely seen surprised expression.

"How did you know?"

"Would a parent not recognize their child?"

Cheon Woojin looked back and forth between the Crescent Moon Staff and the old man.

He felt as if he could hear the Black Master's voice.

- Woojin, there are many crazy guys in the world, but among them, there are three particularly crazy guys. One is a guy called the Poisonous Hand who is crazy about poison, another is a guy called the White Flower Sword Immortal who has gone mad pursuing a paltry chivalry...

- It's not worth listening to. Woojin, close your ears.

- The last one is a guy called the White Night Craftsman who is crazy about iron. He is also the father of this Crescent Moon Staff.

It was a story he had heard when his two masters were fighting over which was superior, the Crane Feather Fan or the Crescent Moon Staff.

"By any chance, is your esteed craftsman's nickna the White Night Craftsman?"

"It's an empty na I've forgotten for a long ti."

The Wudang Sword Immortal, who had learned the old man's identity, was startled.

Who was the White Night Craftsman? He was a master craftsman among master craftsn whom even the Wudang Sword Immortal had only heard of in rumors and had never t, as he had suddenly disappeared decades ago.

He had not even made ten swords in his entire life, but it was famous that all of them were treasured swords.

Now, all of his treasured swords had disappeared, and only two remained. One of them was at the waist of the Beili Tian Alliance Leader, and the other was kept as a family heirloom of the Namgung family, a famous family of the sword.

The Wudang Sword Immortal's surprise did not end there.

It was because of the villagers' subsequent words.

"Was Old Man Cheolbang such a great person?"

"No wonder, the pickaxe didn't wear out no matter how much I used it."

"Co to think of it, when was the last ti I sharpened the chicken knife..."

The Wudang Sword Immortal was horrified.

"No. You're telling you prepared chickens and tilled the land with an iron lump that the White Night Craftsman had hamred himself..."

If he had sold just one pickaxe at an auction house that martial artists mainly used, he would have been able to buy all the houses in this village and still have so left over.

In the anti, the White Night Craftsman's words continued.

"In my later years, I hamred only one guy for decades. It was the first ti in my life I had seen such a stubborn and hard guy, so I got stubborn too. That's that guy."

The one the White Night Craftsman pointed at was the Crescent Moon Staff.

It was a masterpiece of his life, made after hamring the ten-thousand-year dark iron, which was famous for being the hardest in the world, for over twenty years.

"How long had it been since I had completed that guy? As if the heavens had ordained it, a stubborn and black guy who looked just like that guy appeared, so I thought the owner had co and gladly handed it over. But, why do you have it?"

"He is my master."

The White Night Craftsman's eyes widened.

"Was that guy a person of the Orthodox Path?"

"Not that, I have two masters."

"You don't have an ordinary story either."

The White Night Craftsman had handed over the Crescent Moon Staff without even knowing that the other person was the Black Master. His personality was originally like that. If he thought they were qualified, even a neighborhood waiter could receive his work, and if not, he was a man who would refuse even if the Martial Alliance Leader or the Demonic Cult Leader ca.

"Well, what do I care about other people's stories? I'm just grateful. I'm so grateful that I don't even know how to repay this feeling. The most precious thing among all that I have achieved in my life is not any treasured sword, nor the Crescent Moon Staff, but this child."

The White Night Craftsman gently hugged his granddaughter, who had been held hostage and had returned.

While Cheon Woojin was nodding casually, the Wudang Sword Immortal and the Sect Leader of the Jongnam Sect sent him a fierce gaze.

'Whether it's a sword or a staff, anything is fine, so ask for one!'

'If I had known this beforehand, I would have been the first to enter the hall!'

But the words that ca out of Cheon Woojin's mouth were completely different from the two's expectations.

"If they know that the Ghost Demon Squad has been annihilated, the Demonic Cult may co back to this village. First, let's go to the Alliance with us."

At that, the two sect leaders had a montary look of sha. It was a part that they, as elders of the martial world, should have taken care of first, but they had been so preoccupied with their eting with the master craftsman, the White Night Craftsman, that they had not thought of it.

The White Night Craftsman agreed to Cheon Woojin's proposal, and the villagers also nodded, thanking him for his consideration.

Whenever so said they would stay, asking how they could abandon this place where they had lived all their lives, the White Night Craftsman's stubborn roar would erupt, and in the end, all the villagers headed for the Alliance.

- Thank you.

At the sudden telepathic ssage, Cheon Woojin turned his head.

Surprisingly, the Wudang Sword Immortal was smiling.

He was also just calculating and rigid. He was not a person who would forget the grace of saving his and his disciples' lives.

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The Martial Alliance's Sichuan temporary main headquarters.

The people who had co from the village were provided with temporary residences by the authority of the Alliance Leader. Due to the martial artists who were flocking to the news that the renowned White Night Craftsman had co, the Alliance Leader had even issued a no-entry order.

He had punished the Demonic Cult.

And it was not just a simple assassin organization, but he had annihilated all the assassins that the assassin of Heaven Beyond Heaven had cultivated for decades for the Demonic Cult.

What was left was to wait for the Demonic Cult's reaction.

The Sima Hui Chief Strategist, while maintaining the warti stage, spread the Alliance's information organization wide, and took asures so that the martial artists could go out to battle at any ti.

The key figures, including the leaders of the Alliance, were made to wait at this temporary main headquarters, and naturally, Cheon Woojin, a martial artist of Heaven Beyond Heaven, was also included in the waiting list.

The first thing the Chief Strategist did after completing a series of processes was to hold a grand eting of the Martial Alliance.

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"I would like to give a small authority to the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander."

As the Chief Strategist said so, everyone gathered in the room had an expression as if they had known it would happen.

The grand eting, which was held once a year at most, had been held several tis recently. Surprisingly, all of them were related to the Emotionless Guest.

It was familiar now. When a grand eting was convened, they would gather, thinking that the Chief Strategist would do sothing for the Emotionless Guest again.

Usually, the grand eting was attended by the elders selected as representatives from the Nine Sects and the Five Great Families. But since the situation was what it was, there were also many places where the family heads and sect leaders had participated directly.

Shaolin was also the sa. The forr abbot of Shaolin and the greatest elder of the Orthodox Path martial world of that era, the Dharma Jin Great Master, asked.

"A small authority?"

As he opened his mouth, the others, including the Sword King and the Sword Immortal, did not even think of interrupting.

At the Dharma Jin Great Master's question, the Chief Strategist, rarely nervous, answered.

"Not limited to the missions assigned by the Military Affairs Departnt, I would like to give him the authority to proceed with missions based on the commander's personal judgnt. Of course, once the mission begins, the Alliance will provide follow-up support according to the procedures."

Although it was a calm statent, a wave spread through the hall.

What the Chief Strategist was talking about was autonomy. It was an authority that only those of the hall master level or higher could have in the Alliance, and depending on the circumstances, it was also a powerful power that could operate the capital and martial artists of the Martial Alliance at will.

The Chief Strategist quickly scanned the atmosphere of the hall. His observation and perception were second to none. Just from the reactions, he could tell at a glance who was opposing and who was agreeing.

What was surprising was that the Dharma Jin Great Master of Shaolin, the Sword Princess of Namgung, and the Jinmieol Abbess of the Ei Sect, who were expected to be favorable to Cheon Woojin, were exuding an atmosphere of opposition.

As expected, the Dharma Jin Great Master's words followed.

"Must it be so?"

"I know that you, Great Master, hold the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander in high regard. May I ask the reason for your opposition?"

The Chief Strategist thought that if he could persuade the Dharma Jin Great Master, it would be half a success. In any case, the weight of his words was different from that of others.

"Apart from holding him in high regard, isn't that child still young? His martial arts would not be lacking compared to anyone here, but he is a child of only twenty."

"But his martial arts are too high. In fact, the missions that the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander is already carrying out are missions of the hall master level or higher. To be honest, there are tis when even I find it difficult to handle the commander's actions."

"Well. I think those are just justifications and that it's actually the Alliance Leader's greed."

The Dharma Jin Great Master suddenly looked at the Beili Tian Alliance Leader.

The Alliance Leader, who had been deliberately keeping his mouth shut, knowing this would happen, had a startled expression.

"Isn't it so? The greed of wanting that child to represent the Orthodox Path and beco a symbol. The desire for him to quickly cast off things like rank and authority and beco a true grandmaster. It must be because he is the disciple of the martial artist you respected most."

"...Ahem."

Beili Tian let out a dry cough for no reason. Since it was all true, he had no excuse.

The Dharma Jin Great Master's words continued.

"How could my thoughts be different from yours? But he is still a child. We, as adults, should try to show him a more correct path. It would be much more difficult than just throwing him trust and freedom and hoping that he will walk the right path on his own."

It was just a difference in perspective.

Beili Tian, the leader of the Orthodox Path martial world, saw Cheon Woojin as a martial artist, and the Dharma Jin Great Master, who had contemplated humans and life for nearly a hundred years, saw Cheon Woojin as just a young man.

As the Dharma Jin Great Master showed a firr attitude than expected, the Chief Strategist and the Alliance Leader were in a difficult position. Fortunately, the Sword Princess and the Jinmieol Abbess of the Ei Sect did not show any particular reaction, but if even one or two people supported the Dharma Jin Great Master's words, the eting would be over.

It was then.

The Wudang Sword Immortal slightly raised his hand.

The Chief Strategist had an intuition that the situation he had wanted to avoid most had co. If Shaolin and Wudang, which were called the Mount Tai and the Big Dipper of the martial world, unified their opinions, there would be no more room.

"Chief Strategist, I'm sorry to say this, but I am of the opposing opinion on this matter."

"...Is that so?"

As expected.

The Chief Strategist answered with a sigh-mixed voice.

But the words that followed surprised everyone.

"How about giving him the position of hall master altogether?"

"...Yes?"

"Or an elder?"

"...?"

"Since the Alliance Leader has no intention of retiring yet, how about creating a position of vice-alliance leader... Ah, of course, this is a joke."

Everyone was half-dazed.

The Wudang Sword Immortal, who they had thought would oppose more fiercely than anyone, was openly, no, a little excessively, taking his side.

Even the Sect Leader of the Jongnam Sect, who had gone on a mission with him, was nodding vigorously in agreent.

The Sword Princess and the Beggar Lord, who knew Cheon Woojin's martial prowess, looked at the Wudang Sword Immortal with narrowed eyes.

'Did the Emotionless Guest hit him?'

'The Emotionless Guest has finally taken care of that guy.'

Surprisingly, the two had co up with the sa thought.

(End of Chapter)