The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 166

The Martial Alliance's temporary headquarters, the Alliance Leader's Hall.

Three rare masters of Heaven Beyond Heaven and the wisdom pouch of the Orthodox Path martial world were sitting around.

An awkward silence continued until the four small teacups on the tea table grew cold.

Sima Hui was dissatisfied that the Poison King had killed the Blood Tiger Lord.

The Poison King did not like Sima Hui's disrespectful gaze.

The Alliance Leader, Beili Tian, had many thoughts as he watched the two. On the other hand, Cheon Woojin had no particular thoughts.

In the end, it was Beili Tian, who had the most thoughts, who could not stand this awkward atmosphere.

"The Blood Tiger Lord is dead?"

"Yes. The Poison King, sir, killed him by stabbing a dagger into his neck without asking any questions."

Sima Hui said coldly. When judged strategically, it was right to let the Blood Tiger Lord live and send him away. He had already been sufficiently insulted, and since he had killed the Yin Yang Elders he had brought, the Martial Alliance's prestige would not fall.

The act of killing an envoy of the Blood Tiger Lord's level would co back as a great pain on the day they had to talk with the Demonic Cult in the future.

As Sima Hui glared at the Poison King for no reason, Beili Tian let out an awkward cough and changed the subject.

"In the end, it's as if we've properly declared war on the Demonic Cult, so first declare a state of war and issue a mobilization order."

"Yes, I will declare a Class B situation and send a separate official docunt to the imperial palace."

The Martial Alliance divided the state of war into A, B, C, and D.

D was a state of tension.

C was a state of preparation.

B was a mobilization and cooperation order for martial artists. The sects and families that had a cooperative relationship with the Martial Alliance had to send thirty percent of their forces, and others who had their own jobs had to cooperate as much as possible if there was anything they could do to help.

For example, if a war broke out, it was a very difficult task to make als for thousands, tens of thousands of martial artists. The cooks of the inns and taverns that were usually friendly with the Martial Alliance would all gather, the rchants would provide money, hire physicians, and the blacksmiths would not stop hamring all night.

Finally, A was when the sects and families that had made large and small connections had to mobilize all their forces. It forced the help of experts in each field, such as all physicians, blacksmiths, cooks, and rchants.

It was not a recomndation, but an order.

It was the reason why they could be protected under the great na of the Martial Alliance.

Sima Hui suddenly let out a deep sigh and said to the Poison King.

"Killing the Blood Tiger Lord was a mistake."

"Then should I just stand by and watch my benefactor be insulted? I'd rather fight a war."

"It's not a war that you, senior, are fighting alone. If a war between the demonic and the righteous breaks out, how many people will die?"

"A martial artist is originally a person who lives with death always by his side. If you're afraid of that, you should put down your sword."

"Will only martial artists die? Who is responsible for the deaths?"

For a mont, sparks flew between the two.

The Chief Strategist was on the verge of locking the Poison King in the prison, and the Poison King was on the verge of smashing the Chief Strategist's head.

Before such a tragedy could unfold, Beili Tian stepped forward.

"What's the point of arguing about the rights and wrongs of what has already happened? Chief Strategist, let's just think about what we have to do from now on. How could I not know your hard work? I'm just always sorry."

"...I understand."

Sima Hui bowed his head. In any case, as his direct superior had ntioned his hard work, his heart seed to have softened a little.

Beili Tian also said a word to the Poison King.

"Senior, please also consider the Chief Strategist's face from now on. You know well what happens when a strategist's prestige falls to the ground during a war. Do you know how happy the Chief Strategist was, like a child, when you, senior, woke up?"

"Ahem, I will do so from now on."

As the atmosphere softened sowhat, Beili Tian said to the Poison King and the Chief Strategist.

"Let's apologize to each other nicely. Is this a ti for us to be having a battle of wills in a situation like this?"

"Hmm, hmm! Chief Strategist, I apologize to you. Thinking about it again, it was certainly a hasty act."

"No. I also went too far with my words to you, senior."

Cheon Woojin, who had been watching the scene quietly among the adults, sent a telepathic ssage to the Alliance Leader.

- Is this a school?

- Originally, such problems are not limited to children and adults.

- The position of the Alliance Leader is very tiring.

Beili Tian flinched.

- N-no. Surprisingly, it's a position with many good points.

- Then please lead the Alliance for a long ti.

Soon, Beili Tian was frustrated. The sound of his retirent, which had suddenly beco closer, seed to be getting farther away again.

In the anti, Sima Hui, whose mood had completely lifted, took on the attitude of a strategist and said.

"As expected, the best thing is for a war not to break out. We need to clearly show how strong the Martial Alliance is and how many people in the world are helping the Alliance. In that sense, this mobilization order is very aningful. We will have to gather as much support as possible."

Saying so, he looked at Cheon Woojin. Thanks to Cheon Woojin luring in the Lord of the Ten Thousand Gold Fortress, there was fortunately no worry about money, and thanks to him bringing the Divine Doctor and the White Night Craftsman, there was no worry about physicians and blacksmiths.

As a Chief Strategist, he could not even put into words how much he had co to like Cheon Woojin recently.

At that fierce gaze, Cheon Woojin changed the subject for no reason.

"Is the Poison King, sir, completely recovered?"

"Yes, I'm even better than before I fell ill. While I was lying down, I cut off all the bad things in my body, as if the long-nosed guys were doing closed-door training. And yet, it seems I instinctively continued to operate my internal energy thod. My mind and body are in a purer state than ever before."

"That's a relief."

"It's all thanks to you."

Cheon Woojin shrugged. He had changed the subject because the Chief Strategist's hot gaze was burdenso, but this ti, the Poison King's even hotter gaze was burdenso.

"It's thanks to the great will and effort of the Divine Doctor and my uncle, the Poisonous Hand. I didn't do much."

As the Poisonous Hand was ntioned, the Poison King's expression beca complicated.

The Poisonous Hand, whom he had kicked out when he had beco the family head, had co back and had cured his illness, so he must have felt strange.

The Chief Strategist clapped his hands and changed the atmosphere.

In any case, the Poison King's return was sothing to be welcod with both hands as a strategist.

"Well, there are also positive aspects to this incident. The Poison King, who killed a master of the Blood Tiger Lord's level in one blow. If that news reaches the west, the Demonic Cult guys will tremble in fear of your poison, senior."

Unlike the Chief Strategist's bright expression, the Poison King's face was full of sorrow. While everyone was bewildered, not knowing the reason, the Poison King cautiously opened his mouth.

"Actually, it wasn't my poison that killed the Blood Tiger Lord."

"Huh?"

"I just used the deadly poison that was in the Sichuan Tang family. It wasn't my unique poison as a poison person. I have lost the realm of a poison person."

"...!!"

The Alliance Leader and the Chief Strategist were horrified.

However, Cheon Woojin had expected it to so extent.

It was because he did not feel the unique rough feeling that he felt from those who had achieved the poison person realm, such as the Poisonous Hand, Tang Bicheon, and Tang Soyeon.

"In the process of treating the illness, the Poisonous Hand's extre yang poison burned away all my poison along with the impurities in my head."

"...Then what should we do?"

"I have to build it up anew. Accumulating all sorts of poisons in my body and refining them in my own way to make them unique. Since it's a path I've walked once, it won't be as difficult as before. The problem is ti. I expect it to take at least ten years."

A poison person who had lost their poison was like a martial artist who had lost their internal energy.

Since he had achieved a certain realm, he would be able to use a great level of poison arts even if he used external poisons, but fundantally, all the poison arts of the Sichuan Tang family were martial arts created with the poison person realm in mind.

It ant that there was a limit to drawing in and using external poisons. The strong Poison King from before he had collapsed was not there right now.

"Ten years, ten years..."

The Chief Strategist, who had been repeating it as if he were in a daze, soon said that it would be better for only the four people here to know this fact.

It was when everyone was nodding.

"If there is another deadly poison, can the ti be shortened?"

At Cheon Woojin's question, the Poison King's eyes narrowed.

"The poison of the Sichuan Tang family is already excellent."

"What if it's a stronger poison than that?"

"It might be possible to shorten it a little, but it won't be very aningful. In the first place, before I lost the poison person realm, the poison I had was the number one poison in the world."

In the end, it ant that no matter what deadly poison he used, the process of making it his own unique poison was necessary to regain his previous level.

And that period was ten years.

"What if there is a poison that is even stronger than the poison you originally used?"

"There is no such poison."

The Poison King was confident. It was not arrogance, but just stating the fact calmly.

While the atmosphere in the hall was sinking, Cheon Woojin took out a small bead from his bosom and placed it on the tea table.

"What is this?"

"The poison of the flood dragon. It's the poison ki extracted from the inner core of an imugi."

"A-an imugi?"

The Poison King was rarely flustered. Even he, who was knowledgeable about all sorts of creatures, did not know that imugis actually existed.

If it was really a poison that had been contained in the inner core of an imugi, it would by no ans be weaker than his own poison.

"Take a look."

Cheon Woojin proposed.

The Poison King carefully held the poison of the flood dragon. Soon, as he raised his dark green energy, the poison ki contained in the bead swirled wildly.

In an instant, the Poison King hurriedly removed his hand from the bead. The skin of his palm was slightly lted by the poison.

"Huh, is it really the poison of an imugi?"

There were few poisons in the world that could lt his skin. Not only that, but the poison he felt in the bead was a vicious deadly poison that he had never seen in his life.

"To be precise, it's the poison of the first valley lord of the Poison Valley that the imugi has sublimated into its own."

"It's embarrassing to say, but I can't control this poison. To think that there would be such a fierce and violent poison."

Cheon Woojin, who had nodded, took back the poison of the flood dragon.

The Poison King, who was looking at the scene, asked.

"What are you going to do?"

"If I can't find a use for it in the end, I plan to destroy it. Since it's too dangerous a thing."

If even the Poison King shook his head, he thought that there would be no master of poison arts who could handle it.

The Poison King also agreed with Cheon Woojin's words.

"That's right. A poison that cannot be controlled is worse than nothing."

"Should I just throw it at the Demonic Cult? Like a thunderclap bomb."

"..."

The Poison King's eyes widened. If he just threw such a deadly poison without precise calculation and control... at least many demonic people would die. It would probably cause an unimaginable amount of damage.

However, that land would also be devastated. The real problem was that since all the land and waterways of the world were connected, he did not know how that poison ki would affect the Central Plains.

In the worst-case scenario, the entire Yangtze River, which crossed the Central Plains, could be contaminated. If that happened, it would not be a problem of a war between the demonic and the righteous, but the entire country would be destroyed.

"I'm kidding."

"...Are you sure you're kidding?"

The Poison King looked at Cheon Woojin's expression intently. No, what kind of joke did he make with such a face?

But since the Alliance Leader and the Chief Strategist were calm as if they were used to it, it seed he was originally such a guy.

While the Poison King was trying to understand, Cheon Woojin was secretly fiddling with the poison of the flood dragon under the tea table.

'No matter how I think about it, it's a good thod.'

* * *

After the mobilization order was issued, martial artists were gathering from all over the country.

In a mid-sized sect with over three hundred mbers, they were supposed to send a hundred, which was thirty percent, but there were cases where they manipulated the scale and sent only thirty.

On the other hand, in a sect with only twenty mbers, they all gathered with their swords drawn, saying let's exterminate the Demonic Cult.

Of course, when they won the war, the Martial Alliance would rember the latter sect for a longer ti.

As is always the case with human affairs, there were also those who ignored the request for cooperation. Since they were those who had benefited under the na of the Martial Alliance, it was a rather resentful act.

Usually, if they sent another official docunt with stronger wording, they would make various excuses and at least send money.

But there were also those who held out until the end or ran away. The Martial Alliance did not bother to go and catch such people. In any case, since they would regret it bitterly when the war was over.

However, there was one force that could never be overlooked.

The Chief Strategist, after contemplating their treatnt for a few days, finally summoned Cheon Woojin.

"The Thunderclap Gate has disappeared entirely."

"Where on earth did that big force go?"

Although the Thunderclap Gate was formally a sect that had a cooperative relationship with the Martial Alliance. It was also a dangerous place where people crazy about explosions ate, slept, and spent the whole day exploding things.

"Even if we punish the others who ignored the mobilization order after the war is over, the Thunderclap Gate can never be so. What would happen if they joined the Demonic Cult with all those thunderclap bombs?"

"We have to catch them."

"That's right. If we can't persuade them, we have to at least confiscate all the gunpowder and thunderclap bombs they have. It's not that we're going to use them, but to prevent them from flowing to the Demonic Cult. So, I'm entrusting this matter to you."

"Why , of all people?"

To find those who were hiding in this wide land of the Central Plains, information power would be more important than martial power.

As Cheon Woojin had a puzzled expression, the Chief Strategist gave an unexpected answer.

"Who do you think has the best information power in the world right now?"

"I wonder. Isn't it one of the Beggar Lord, the Beggars' Sect's leader, or the Dongchang Admiral?"

"Surprisingly, you know. There is only one person in the world who can move all three of them."

"Ah."

Cheon Woojin nodded.

(End of Chapter)