The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 152

The Sichuan Tang Family.

For hundreds of years, it was a prestigious family among prestigious families that had reigned as the hegemon of Sichuan, looking down on Qingcheng and Ei.

But that was just its old fa.

Rumors were rampant that the martial artist who was called the Poison King and had held sway over the world had beco a simpleton, and the genius Tang Bicheon, who was said to succeed him, had died dreaming of a new sky.

All that remained was the young family head, Tang Soyeon, and a few vassals.

Tang Soyeon also had good martial talent, enough to enter the Heavenly Phoenix Unit upon entering the Alliance, but the prevailing evaluation was that she was still too young.

And so, the Tang family was in decline. There was even talk that they should now yield their position as one of the Five Great Families to families like the Seok family, the Baekri family, the Seomun family, or the Dokgo family.

While such days of enduring humiliation were continuing.

"D-did you really say that the family head has gotten better?"

The vassals were all gathered in the family head's residence.

Hope was visible on their faces.

The Poison King, who had vied for the top spot among the masters of Heaven Beyond Heaven.

The master who symbolized the Tang family itself.

They were saying that he might wake up from his dentia. Not just any physician, but the one called the number one physician in the world, the Divine Doctor.

"We'll have to see when he wakes up, but if I'm not mistaken, it will surely be so. I can't guarantee a complete cure. But if he just opens his eyes, you will be able to see a Tang family head who is more clear-headed than before."

"Th-thank you! Thank you!"

The vassals bowed their waists here and there and greeted him. The Tang family's pride was famous for piercing the heavens, but it was a montum where they could have bowed, regardless of pride or anything else.

The Divine Doctor let out a dry cough and continued.

"I didn't do anything. It was all done by the Poisonous Hand and the Emotionless Guest. In particular, the Emotionless Guest had the Poisonous Hand take the sun-secret flower for this matter. The Tang family, which deals with poison and dicine, would know the value of the sun-secret flower better than anyone, right?"

At the Divine Doctor's words, the vassals' mouths dropped open. It was the sa for Tang Soyeon, who had been stroking the hand of the sleeping Poison King all along.

Everyone's gaze turned to Cheon Woojin.

In an instant, Cheon Woojin felt as if he were standing in front of a large fla. That's how hot the gazes of the Tang family mbers were, beyond warmth.

"It's a weed that wouldn't have much aning for to take anyway."

"That can't be."

Cheon Woojin had told the truth, but the Tang family took it as humility and consideration. Seeing their gazes beco even hotter, Cheon Woojin realized his mistake.

But it was already too late.

The Tang family had a tradition that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

"Favors and grudges, tenfold!"

The Tang family's temperant was originally like that.

If one of them was beaten outside, they would flock together and pour out poison, and on days when they were occasionally treated to a al, they would leave a whole sack of rice the next day.

What's more, he had saved the Poison King, the symbol of the Tang family.

The hearts of the Tang family's martial artists had already begun to burn. Their will, once ignited, was sothing that could not be suppressed even if the Alliance Leader and the Demonic Cult Leader ca forward at the sa ti.

"If the family head really wakes up safe and sound, as an elder, I will repay the Emotionless Guest with my life on behalf of the Tang family."

An elder of a similar age to his masters spoke with a very polite attitude, even using honorifics.

Cheon Woojin already had a fed-up expression.

"There's no need for that..."

"If my life is insignificant, I will also offer the life of the third elder here."

The third elder, who was suddenly pointed out, took a step back with a "that's a bit much" expression. At that, the first elder glared at the third elder with wide eyes.

Cheon Woojin, due to the elders who were on the verge of slitting their own bellies, deliberately changed the subject.

"He will need stability. Since the situation is what it is, we must return to the Alliance now."

Cheon Woojin, who had said so, quickly fled.

The Hidden Dragon Unit mbers also lightly exchanged greetings with Tang Soyeon and followed him.

From the distant bedchamber, the first elder's voice was heard.

"Because you spared your insignificant life, the Emotionless Guest was disappointed! How do you plan to repay that sin!"

"No, brother..."

"Both of you, stop it. What would Young Master Cheon do with your lives? If it were a young and pretty , maybe."

Cheon Woojin deliberately ignored those voices and quickened his pace.

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.

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By the ti they had just left the Tang family.

There was soone waiting for the Hidden Dragon Unit.

"Thank you. And..."

The Poisonous Hand bit his lip a few tis and then finally said he was sorry in a crawling voice.

He had regretted it a lot right after running away from the Kunlun Sect. To be honest, he was not very sad about the deaths of the Kunlun Sect's martial artists. The Poisonous Hand was not originally a very sentintal person.

Therefore, he thought he would quickly forget about that day's events.

But it was not so. Since then, whenever he tried to sleep, the faces of the Hidden Dragon Unit's brats, Cheon Woojin, and the Black Master would appear before his eyes.

"I have to apologize soday, yes, soday I have to help them greatly and say I'm sorry. I thought so, but if it weren't for a chance encounter like this, I probably wouldn't have sought you out."

He was soone who had been chased out of the Tang family as if he were running away when he was young. It was a life of running away even from the Black Master, who he had called his only friend in his life. He knew better than anyone that he, who had lived like trash, would not pretend to be good now.

The Poisonous Hand muttered without even being able to look at the faces of Cheon Woojin and the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers properly.

But, there was no reaction.

Well, I saved his life and even gave him the sun-secret flower, so he probably doesn't want to associate with a bug who ran away like that.

Thinking so, the Poisonous Hand lifted his head.

"..."

The Poisonous Hand's expression changed strangely.

All four of them had puzzled expressions.

Even setting aside Cheon Woojin, who had no emotional changes, why were those brats who had been on the verge of death because of him making such expressions?

Rather, the Poisonous Hand was more puzzled.

Suddenly, Cheon Woojin said.

"What's wrong with running away?"

"...What did you say?"

"Whether you run away or fight together, that's just one's own choice. Rather, if you had stayed there, trying to keep a sense of loyalty you didn't even have, you would have all died."

The head of the Yeo family, who had killed the Kunlun Sect Leader at that ti.

He had gone down to the Kunlun Sect because he thought the remaining martial artists were insignificant. If a martial artist of the Poisonous Hand's level had resisted and fought until the end, even the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers would have all died on the spot.

"If you die fighting, who will take responsibility for that death? To criticize soone for running away to live, one must be a person who can also take responsibility for the death that would have occurred if they had not run away."

Of course, there was no one who could take responsibility for another's death.

In other words, it ant that no one in the world could criticize the Poisonous Hand.

As the Poisonous Hand was silent with a complicated expression, Song Yiyeon, who was next to him, added.

"To be honest, it was absurd, but I wasn't particularly angry or resentful. If I had died there, it would have been because I was weak. I'm a martial artist too."

How could a martial artist bla soone for dying while fighting a strong opponent?

Not only Song Yiyeon, but also Jinun thought so.

"I would have run away too. I've just entered a new realm, so it's a bit of a waste to die."

Even Namgung Jin says he would have acted like the Poisonous Hand.

At that, Jinun and Song Yiyeon's eyes narrowed.

It was not sothing said to comfort the Poisonous Hand, but it was felt that it was a very deep sincerity.

"No, Young Master Namgung, you shouldn't do that, should you?"

"Why?"

"We're friends, aren't we?"

"We are?"

Rather, Namgung Jin had a surprised expression. At that, Jinun and Song Yiyeon had a reaction as if he were saying sothing obvious.

"If we weren't friends, why would we let Young Master Namgung into the Hidden Dragon Unit? He's the weakest among us."

"I am?"

This ti, Namgung Jin's eyebrows bent into an inverted V.

And so, the three began to mutter to themselves and engage in a heated debate.

In the anti, the Poisonous Hand bowed his head deeply.

He had thought he had lived his whole life like a fool. It was the first ti he had felt so ashad and small.

"If there's anything I can do to help, let know. I'll do anything."

The Poisonous Hand, who had said so, suddenly went into the Tang family.

At that sight, Song Yiyeon reprimanded Namgung Jin.

"You made him angry, Young Master."

"No, what did I do?"

"Young Master, you tend to make people angry even when you're just standing still. I used to be like that whenever I saw you."

Song Yiyeon clicked his tongue at Namgung Jin.

At that, Jinun, who was next to him, also clicked his tongue.

Namgung Jin just had a bewildered expression.

* * *

The Poisonous Hand, who had entered the Tang family, sat in a corner where people's footsteps did not co and go and bowed his head deeply. As befitting the hegemon of Sichuan, the estate was so huge that it was perfect for hiding alone.

No one in the Tang family was looking for the Poisonous Hand. It was a natural thing. For the past several decades, he had spread his notoriety and had thoroughly tarnished the face of the Tang family.

It was then.

"Are you crying?"

"..."

The Poisonous Hand lifted his head.

The Divine Doctor chuckled and sat down next to the Poisonous Hand naturally.

At their first eting, he had thought he was just a master of poison and dicine with whom he could talk a little, but as they had been together for a long ti under the pretext of treating dentia, the two had beco quite close.

"Am I a child? To cry?"

"Then why are you moping in a place like this? And what's with those moist eyes?"

"...I yawned."

"Whatever."

The Divine Doctor chuckled and then waited for a mont without a word.

After so ti had passed in silence.

"It's the first ti. The first ti I've been treated like this in my life."

"What kind of treatnt?"

"Being understood, being defended. I've always been despised, scorned, and ridiculed by soone."

"That's because you go around doing things that deserve it."

"It sounds like an excuse, but I was like that from birth. The succession war in the Tang family was more fierce than in any other family, and my opponent was a guy who was outstanding enough to beco the Poison King later."

It was an excuse that the order was different.

It wasn't that he was hated because he had done things to be hated, but that he had done such things because people had hated him.

The Divine Doctor clicked his tongue.

"You pathetic fool."

"Then how great are you?"

"How many people do you think I've saved? Regardless of the righteous, the evil, or the demonic, there is no place that would turn away, even if I go outside the country. The imperial palace is also the sa."

"..."

The Poisonous Hand shut his mouth. Co to think of it, there were few people in the world who were greater than the Divine Doctor, even if you searched thoroughly.

"Damn it. It must be nice to be great."

"Yes, it's good. But, do you know what the greatest achievent in such a great life is?"

"How would I know? Don't fan the flas in a burning house, go and brag to soone else..."

"It's the work of researching and finding a cure for dentia. It's more difficult than reattaching a severed arm, and it's closer to a miracle than saving a breath that has already been extinguished."

"..."

"Am I still the only great one? Who was the person who did that work with ?"

The Poisonous Hand looked at the Divine Doctor for a mont and then suddenly turned his head and yawned. But, as if he were very sleepy, the yawns did not stop.

In the end, the Poisonous Hand could not hold it in and buried his head between his knees. A darker rain than ever before fell at his feet as he sat crouched.

The Divine Doctor gently placed his hand on the Poisonous Hand's trembling shoulder and said.

"Who else, but Woojin."

"This old man, really!"

The Poisonous Hand shot up from his seat, and the Divine Doctor's chuckling laughter continued for a long ti over the sky of the Tang family.

(End of Chapter)