The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 164

Cheon Woojin imdiately returned to the Hidden Dragon Unit's estate.

A place where he sat at a desk, discussed various situations, and exchanged opinions did not suit Cheon Woojin.

Administration was the job of veteran masters, including the Chief Strategist and the Alliance Leader, and Cheon Woojin would just stay still like this and move slightly when sothing happened in the Alliance.

Cheon Woojin, who had opened the estate gate and entered, stopped in his place for a mont. He had thought it would be empty since Song Yiyeon, Jinun, and Namgung Jin were busy training with their respective masters.

"It seems the Crescent Moon Staff will hold up for a while."

The White Night Craftsman smiled brightly at the words that were more welco than any greeting. It was a bright smile that belied his age. Well, since he had said that the Crescent Moon Staff was no different from his child.

"By the way, you didn't have to clean up."

In the White Night Craftsman's hand was a broom instead of a hamr, and his granddaughter was wiping the pillars and the main hall with a wet cloth.

"Haha, since you let us stay here while the owner was away, of course we have to at least clean."

The White Night Craftsman let out a hearty laugh and sat down on the main hall. At that, his granddaughter also brought a water bottle and three cups and sat down next to him.

While Cheon Woojin was drinking the water she had handed him, the White Night Craftsman could not hold it in and asked.

"So, what kind of sound did that guy cry out?"

"To , it sounded like the cry of a dragon."

When he had killed the Beast Palace Lord.

The Crescent Moon Staff, which had rushed forward, leaving a long black tail of dark ki, had truly felt like a black dragon.

But, after seeing an imugi actually beco a dragon and ascend, he thought it resembled a dragon even more.

At Cheon Woojin's answer, the White Night Craftsman had a satisfied expression. How could he not be happy when it was said to resemble a dragon, the noblest of all spiritual beasts?

After that, Cheon Woojin sat for a while and told him about the things he had experienced. Since the White Night Craftsman had only stayed within the Martial Alliance after the Ghost Demon Squad incident, he was very interested in the stories from the outside.

As the story reached the Small Leiyin Temple, the Demonic Cult, the Poison Demon Unit, the Poison Valley, and finally the ascension of the heavenly dragon, the White Night Craftsman's pupils beca busy.

The huge lump of iron that Cheon Woojin had brought.

He had realized that what looked like the scale of a huge fish was the reverse scale of the imugi that Cheon Woojin was talking about.

"D-don't tell that's a dragon's scale?"

"Yes. There were too many, so I couldn't bring them all, and I just brought the hardest one."

The White Night Craftsman nodded as if he were possessed by sothing.

Cheon Woojin, who was right in front of him, could clearly see the White Night Craftsman's white beard trembling slightly.

"Would you like to take a look?"

"Please do!"

As if he had been waiting for those words, the White Night Craftsman quickly picked up the reverse scale. He carefully stroked it with his wrinkled, rough palm, and looked at it intently, as if not to miss even a small pattern.

He had handled all sorts of materials in his life. He had even made weapons with the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Iron and the Ten-Thousand-Year Dark Iron, which were called the two kings of iron.

"Huh, to think that the day would co when I would touch a dragon's scale in my life."

Even after that, he kept letting out exclamations like 'Huh.', 'Ha!', 'Hiya-.' for a while. It was an expression as if he were really possessed by a ghost.

Suddenly, his granddaughter asked.

"Grandfather, is that so great?"

"Hey!"

The granddaughter was startled. The White Night Craftsman, as if he were a religious person whose divinity had been blasphed, made a fuss and continued his explanation.

"Originally, there is a legend about dragon scales among blacksmiths. A material that is even harder than the Ten-Thousand-Year Dark Iron, which is said to be the hardest in the world, yet is softer and more flexible than silk, is thousands of tis tougher than leather fed with plenty of grass, and can handle more internal energy than the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Iron."

The White Night Craftsman, as if he were out of breath from talking, took a sip of water and then continued his explanation.

"To be honest, I thought it was just a baseless story. There are many such legends, aren't there? But it's exactly the sa as the story I heard. It's so much the sa that I wonder if the person who first told that legend saw a dragon's scale in front of his eyes and described it directly."

"Umm, but even if that's all true, it doesn't look that flexible?"

As she had said, the reverse scale did not seem to have any flexibility at all. Even the White Night Craftsman had at first mistaken it for just a scale-shaped lump of iron.

The White Night Craftsman handed the reverse scale to Cheon Woojin.

"Put your internal energy into it."

Cheon Woojin did as he was told. The reverse scale, which had reacted to the dark ki, emitted a dark light, and soon it felt as if the internal energy and the scale were becoming one.

"Try to bend it carefully. With your intention."

Cheon Woojin, who had nodded, grabbed the reverse scale with both hands and bent it. At that, the dragon's scale, which was said to be harder than the Ten-Thousand-Year Dark Iron, bent softly like a taffy.

"Depending on the user's intention, it can beco the hardest or the most flexible in the world. If you make it sharp with this, it will be the number one flexible sword and greatsword in the world, and if you shape it long, it could beco the number one flexible staff and strong staff."

Well, in any case, this was not a lump of iron, but the scale of a living creature. If it were just infinitely hard, the imugi would not have been able to move freely.

Cheon Woojin imagined for a mont.

A flexible staff was a staff made of a soft material that bent easily. If you swung it hard and hit the opponent, the staff that had been bent for a mont would add the force of returning to its original shape, and you could deliver a light and strong blow.

The monks of Shaolin mainly used flexible staffs. By operating that bend with extre delicacy, they could jump high by hitting the ground or easily face an enemy attacking from various directions.

On the other hand, a strong staff is an infinitely hard staff. To the point where it would break rather than bend. The Crescent Moon Staff, which resembled the Black Master, was a representative example of a strong staff.

If he could properly mix and use the two advantages according to his intention, a truly great weapon would be born.

Cheon Woojin handed the reverse scale, from which he had withdrawn his internal energy, to the White Night Craftsman. The White Night Craftsman, who had received it, had a surprised expression.

"Wh-what? I'm old now, and I don't have the strength to forge a staff, let alone a sword."

"What you make is up to you, craftsman. It's just a reward for the Crescent Moon Staff. Since my master is not soone who would give a reward."

The White Night Craftsman nodded.

Originally, he was not a person who made and sold weapons. He would just give them to those he thought were qualified without any compensation.

Nevertheless, people would usually try to give him sothing, saying thank you...

- Oh, it's usable! The old man has quite a bit of skill, unlike his appearance. I'll use it well.

It was the Black Master who had left such words and had disappeared.

The White Night Craftsman chuckled as he recalled that scene as if it were yesterday. Thinking about it again, he was a truly cheerful and arrogant guy.

"Thank you. Since the Crescent Moon Staff is also a treasure that will be rembered in history, I will not refuse this reverse scale and will receive it as a reward."

The White Night Craftsman's pride was clearly felt.

Soon, he turned and left with an excited expression, like a child who had discovered the most interesting ga in the world.

Unlike his excited steps, he also had so worries.

'Can I forge a staff again at this age?'

Compared to a sword, a staff had to be hamred tens of tis more.

Although it would be a little easier if he made it flexible by imbuing it with internal energy as before, in the end, since a weapon was sothing whose balance changed with even a difference of a grain of millet, he would have to raise the sense of his fingertips and hamr it thousands, tens of thousands of tis to match it.

After the White Night Craftsman and his granddaughter left, Cheon Woojin, who was left alone, looked at the empty yard for a mont and was lost in thought.

The reverse scale was disposed of, and what was left were two beads.

He took out the two beads from his bosom, placed them on his palm, and looked at them. The beads of different colors shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

"The poison of the flood dragon and the jewel of the flood dragon."

Cheon Woojin had nad them so.

The poison of the flood dragon was not particularly useful yet. If the Poisonous Hand could handle it, he would give it to him, but it was not a poison of that level.

The originally strong deadly poison had undergone a kind of aging in the imugi's body and had beco incredibly poisonous.

"If I can't find a use for it, I'll have to go to a quiet place and dispose of it."

A deadly poison that could not be handled was just a disaster.

Thinking so, he put the poison of the flood dragon back in his bosom.

The jewel of the flood dragon, which shone with a blue light, remained alone on his palm, showing off its brilliant appearance.

The jewel of the flood dragon, the thousand-year-old inner core of the imugi, would not be comparable to any treasure in the world.

Even the great return pill of Shaolin had no effect on Cheon Woojin's body. At most, his body would be a little warm for a while.

But the jewel of the flood dragon was not even comparable to that. An energy that was equal to the dark ki that Cheon Woojin had was contained in this small bead.

But the real problem was sothing else.

When Cheon Woojin tried to take out a little of the energy in the jewel of the flood dragon and consu it, the dark ki was naturally emitted, and the two energies collided with each other.

After a rather fierce collision, the two energies scattered into the air. The amount of energy that had just scattered was equal to the internal energy of a decent first-rate master.

Since they were energies of opposite extres, there was no way to consu the jewel of the flood dragon. It was a natural thing, since it was the energy of the heavenly dragon, a spiritual beast that protected the heavenly realm, and the Dark Heavenly Son, who was not lacking to be called an evil god.

"What should I do?"

While Cheon Woojin was looking at the jewel of the flood dragon and was lost in deep thought. A commotion was suddenly heard from outside. It was a Martial Alliance where there was not a single quiet day.

Cheon Woojin spread his ki sense wide. At that, the entire temporary headquarters was felt clearly, as if he were looking down from the sky.

Hundreds of Alliance mbers were gathered at the entrance of the Martial Alliance. Seeing that they were openly showing their hostility, it seed that an uninvited guest had co.

Soon, three martial artists got out of the carriage that had arrived at the entrance.

Judging by the energy they felt, one was a young man, and the other two were a pair of old man and woman.

The clear demonic ki they had was not lacking compared to the hall masters of the Martial Alliance.

* * *

Inside the Martial Alliance, a man walked out with confident steps to greet the carriage.

The gathered Alliance mbers naturally split to the left and right, creating a path.

The man who was walking through it.

Although he was small and weak in martial arts, there was not a single martial artist in the world who could ignore him.

The Sima Hui Chief Strategist of the Martial Alliance.

A man who handled tens of thousands of Orthodox Path martial artists as he pleased.

Although he had been suffering quite a bit recently due to a martial artist who existed outside of common sense, he was a talent that even the Demonic Cult and the Black Plaque Star coveted. Although he had no talent for managent, at least in tactics, there were few in the world who could follow him.

Sima Hui spread his folding fan and said to those who had gotten out of the carriage. It was a spirit and presence that was hard to believe for a martial artist of only the second-rate.

"If you were going to betray the Demonic Cult, you should have gone to the Black Plaque Star, why did you co to the Martial Alliance?"

The ones who had suddenly beco traitors let out a hollow laugh. Even though they knew it was a mind ga, since hundreds of Martial Alliance mbers were watching, their hearts were agitated for no reason.

Among the three, the one who stepped forward was the young man.

He cald his slightly boiling heart and said in a calm tone.

"The third young master of our cult asked to deliver a ssage."

"Has the third young master already beco the young cult leader?"

At Sima Hui's question, the young man's eyebrows twitched. The succession war for the young cult leader was not over yet, and in fact, the third young master was in a situation where he was falling behind the other young masters.

As the old man and woman standing next to him were about to step forward, the young man raised his hand and stopped them. It was not yet ti to show their strength.

"It is aningless to argue about the rights and wrongs of the Divine Cult and the Martial Alliance now. However, since it is clear that a war between the demonic and the righteous will only leave great damage to each other, the third young master has promised to personally beco the young cult leader and present peace if the Alliance cooperates."

Sima Hui waved his folding fan with a face that said he had heard sothing useless. In fact, he had expected them to say such a thing.

The succession war of the Demonic Cult's young masters was getting quite long. Soone had to show a visible achievent. In the current situation, the best achievent to receive the support of the demonic people would be sothing related to the Martial Alliance.

"So, what do you want? Seeing that the third young master has sent you, the Blood Tiger Lord, whom he had been hiding, it seems he has made so kind of decision."

As the nickna 'Blood Tiger Lord' was ntioned, the hall beca noisy. It was because he was a master of the previous generation, who had beco one of the eight great guardians of the Demonic Cult decades ago and had then retired.

The position of the eight great guardians of the Demonic Cult was often compared to the ten great masters of the Orthodox Path. Moreover, if he was a person who had already served as one of the eight great guardians decades ago, no one could predict how high his current realm would be.

The Blood Tiger Lord smiled a thick smile and said.

"As expected, the wisdom pouch of the Orthodox Path is different. To recognize at a glance, who has even completed the art of returning to youth."

"If you ca to just chat, I can recomnd a nearby teahouse."

"Good. I'll get straight to the point. Give the head of the Emotionless Guest. That guy has caused too much damage to our cult. I will finish the matter by personally taking that guy's head."

Sima Hui's eyes narrowed as if he were looking at sothing ridiculous. But the corners of his mouth, which were covered by the folding fan, were not smiling at all.

In the end, the third young master ant that he would aim for the position of the young cult leader with the achievent of taking the head of the Emotionless Guest, who had caused the greatest damage to the Demonic Cult.

If the Martial Alliance obediently handed over the Emotionless Guest, they could avoid a war between the righteous and the demonic, where thousands, tens of thousands might die.

'He's pulling a pathetic trick.'

Sima Hui could clearly see their ulterior motives and subsequent actions. It was a proposal that was not worth responding to. No, rather, he should not respond at all. It was better to solve the matter quietly without unnecessarily escalating it.

'It's a good thing I ca out, not the Alliance Leader.'

If the Alliance Leader had co out, he would have drawn his sword, saying, 'What is this bastard babbling about now!'

Sima Hui just decided to tease the Blood Tiger Lord a little and then send him away with an insult.

It was then.

In an instant, the Martial Alliance mbers murmured.

An anxious feeling ran down Sima Hui's spine.

When he hurriedly turned his head, a man was walking through the path that the Alliance mbers had made by splitting to the left and right.

He had thought it was a good thing that the Alliance Leader had not co, but a being even worse than that had appeared.

Sima Hui sent him a fierce gaze.

'D-don't co. Don't co! Go! Go away!'

Nevertheless, Cheon Woojin, with his Crescent Moon Staff hanging down, approached, asking in a nonchalant tone.

"Is that guy asking for my head right now?"

(End of Chapter)