The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 171

A long procession of carts drew people's attention.

Unlike a typical escort mission, they crossed rivers, passed through rough mountain paths, and even beat up bandits they encountered along the way.

It was a procession composed entirely of martial artists.

"C-can't we rest for a little while?"

Soone approached Cheon Woojin, who was resting in a cross-legged position on a cart, and asked. His clothes were dirty with dust, and rice grains were stuck to the corners of his mouth, as if he had been eating rice balls.

Cheon Woojin looked at him for a mont and then shook his head.

"We don't have much ti."

"But..."

"Fine, if you really want to rest, let's go to the governnt office. You'll be able to take a long rest there."

If he was lucky, he would be in prison, and if he was a little unlucky, he would be buried in the ground and rest for the rest of his life. The Thunderclap Gate mber who had suggested a rest flinched and started pulling the cart again.

In any case, they were the ones who had set off a thunderclap bomb among the common people. If they were sent to the Alliance, they might be able to keep their lives, but if they went to the governnt office, even that would be difficult.

* * *

The procession, which had been moving for several days and nights, arrived at the Martial Alliance's temporary headquarters in Sichuan. Thanks to the fact that they were all martial artists and had continuously perford their movent techniques, the speed of the procession was very fast.

"I am Cheon Woojin, the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander. I have returned after completing my mission."

As he said so, the gatekeepers hurriedly opened the gate. Dozens of carts were sucked into the wide-open gate of the headquarters.

At that rare sight, the Martial Alliance mbers ca out one by one to watch.

The Thunderclap Gate mbers who were pulling the carts were shirtless due to the heat, despite it being winter, because of the strenuous schedule. Cheon Woojin, who was sitting cross-legged on the cart, looked like a wicked official who was harshly working his slaves.

Those who were particularly sensitive thought that the Thunderclap Gate mbers were pitiful. Of course, that sympathy did not last long. The Chief Strategist, who had hurriedly co out to greet them at the news of Cheon Woojin's return, said with a very satisfied face.

"Hidden Dragon Unit Commander! I have received your report well. You have done a great thing. Since they were guys who had set off a thunderclap bomb among the common people, I don't even want to imagine how much more sacrifice would have occurred if it weren't for you."

The Martial Alliance mbers who had learned what the Thunderclap Gate had done cursed the slaves, no, the Thunderclap Gate mbers. In any case, since they were people who had gathered to practice justice, the act of touching the common people was the worst kind of evil deed to them.

Of course, the change in the Alliance mbers' emotions was also what the Chief Strategist had intended. It was the duty of a strategist not just to make them fight well, but also to control the hearts of the martial artists.

"So, where is the Thunderclap Gate leader?"

Cheon Woojin put his hand into the cart and then pulled out the Thunderclap Gate leader like a wet seaweed and threw him.

Thud.

The Thunderclap Gate leader, who had fallen to the ground, twitched for a mont and then went limp. At that sight, the Chief Strategist's face turned slightly pale.

"He's not dead, is he?"

"Yes, he kept trying to bite his tongue and die on the way, so I sealed his acupoints."

"...You did well. I heard that you also secured evidence that the Demonic Cult and the Thunderclap Gate were in collusion."

Cheon Woojin put his hand into the cart again.

This ti, the one who was thrown was the Demonic Cult's trade official, Seo Yul.

"He is a person who ca out on a mission to procure thunderclap bombs from the Demonic Cult. He doesn't seem to have learned martial arts, but he talks too much, so I sealed his mute acupoint."

"You've worked hard, you've really worked hard. I don't know how reliable I and the Martial Alliance are because of you."

While the Chief Strategist was praising Cheon Woojin's achievents in front of everyone, a telepathic ssage was heard.

- The Thunderclap Gate leader is a relative of the Explosion Demon.

- The Explosion Demon, a disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son? Is that true?

Cheon Woojin nodded.

The Chief Strategist beca inwardly serious, but like a seasoned strategist, he just had a benevolent smile on his face.

- The one who was in collusion with the Demonic Cult is a relative of the Explosion Demon. Perhaps there is so relationship between the Demonic Cult and the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son. I will investigate in detail.

Even while having a heavy conversation, the Chief Strategist just smiled and patted Cheon Woojin's shoulder.

* * *

Cheon Woojin imdiately returned to the Hidden Dragon Unit.

As he stood in front of the estate, he felt the intense sound of tal and the exploding ki from inside. It seed that a rather fierce battle was taking place.

'It seems the young masters have returned.'

The Hidden Dragon Unit mbers, who had been away to train with their respective families and masters, had returned and were having a duel.

As Cheon Woojin opened the door and entered, the vivid scene imdiately ca into his eyes.

A hidden weapon that cut through the air like a flash of lightning rushed towards Song Yiyeon. It was a fierce speed that would have pierced the heart of even a decent peak master if they had not prepared in advance.

Song Yiyeon tilted his white saber and deflected the hidden weapon.

As her trump card did not work, Tang Soyeon bit her lip slightly and rushed in again.

As she swung both her hands, a clear dark green poison ki poured out, and Song Yiyeon responded by emitting the pure white saber ki unique to the Dongja Gong.

The most venomous strike and the purest strike in the Orthodox Path martial world collided and offset each other.

It was not just the two who were fighting a fierce battle.

Cheon Woojin shifted his gaze to the two swordsn.

Namgung Jin, as if he had learned properly from the Sword King, was performing the Emperor Sword Form more skillfully. The unique deep blue energy was slowly encroaching on the hall.

Jin Yun was not just watching either. The purple energy that had risen from his entire body was soon completely contained in his sword. Having beco a formal great disciple of the Mount Hua sect, he had learned the Zixia Divine Art, which was only allowed to the sect leader and his direct disciples.

The navy blue energy of the Emperor Sword Form and the purple energy of the Zixia Divine Art fiercely collided and harmonized.

At that, a picture as if the night and the sunset were showing off their presence in the early evening sky unfolded.

Cheon Woojin was inwardly impressed. The genius of the four had begun to truly blossom due to their respective opportunities.

Although they were the most recent batch of the Martial Alliance, if viewed purely in terms of martial power, they easily surpassed the commander level.

In the world, the five, including Cheon Woojin, were sotis called the best golden batch in the history of the Martial Alliance.

Cheon Woojin crossed his arms and watched the duel for a mont. He did not want to disturb those who were so focused.

Nevertheless, perhaps he could not hide his unique presence, as the four suddenly exchanged glances.

They then rushed at Cheon Woojin at the sa ti. In a state where their fighting spirit was passionately soaring, there were few martial artists in the world who would not attack a Heaven Beyond Heaven martial artist of the sa age in front of them.

The first to rush in was Tang Soyeon's hidden weapon. A total of twelve hidden weapons were shot in a surprisingly straight line.

The Twelve Linked Hands.

It was the most tyrannical move among the Tang family's hidden weapon techniques.

Cheon Woojin spread his Crane Feather Fan, which was covered in strong ki.

At that, the twelve hidden weapons collided in succession, like a rain shower hitting a window.

While Cheon Woojin was deflecting the hidden weapons without difficulty, two swords rushed in from the left and right. He felt a pressure as if he were placed sowhere between the night sky and the sunset.

Cheon Woojin, while being impressed once again, swung his Crescent Moon Staff this ti. Compared to when he had first watched the training of the Hidden Dragon Unit, he now had to put in twice as much internal energy.

The Dark Heaven Full Moon.

A clear black full moon swallowed the evening and the sunset whole. Namgung Jin and Jin Yun retreated with disappointed expressions.

Soon, a pure white saber ki rushed towards Cheon Woojin.

Its size was truly great. Although it was a cool saber ki with a deep sharpness, it was also beautiful, as if hundreds of white flowers were blooming and rushing in.

Cheon Woojin, who realized that this strike was Song Yiyeon's full power and sincerity, corrected his posture.

'It would not be polite to Song Yiyeon to just deal with him moderately.'

Cheon Woojin, who had thought so, swung his Crane Feather Fan.

The white whirlwind that started from the tip of the fan soon condensed more than usual and created a cloud-like shape.

It was the White Flower Sword Cloud, the ultimate technique of the White Master, that is, the White Flower Sword Immortal.

The cloud made of sword wind and the hundreds of white flowers were chaotically intertwined in the sky. Although they were two ultimate techniques with great energy, there was no loud noise in the collision. They were just gently offsetting each other.

Soon, the white flowers carried on the wind flew over the wall of the Hidden Dragon Unit and spread wide in the sky. The brilliant shape of the light imdiately drew everyone's attention.

By the ti the flowers and the cloud had completely scattered each other, and only their faint presence remained as an afterglow.

Cheon Woojin asked Song Yiyeon, who was catching his breath.

"What was that just now?"

"It's my ultimate technique. As you know, my martial art has no moves to speak of. I was envious of those young masters and young ladies who had learned systematically and perford their ultimate techniques. So, I made one."

Of course, it was sothing to be envious of.

What martial artist would not admire the ultimate techniques that made the world tremble, such as the Emperor Sword Form, the Zixia Divine Art, and the Ten Thousand Flowers Rain?

But the real problem was sothing else.

"Did you say you made it?"

As Song Yiyeon nodded, Cheon Woojin's expression beca serious. He slowly recalled the ultimate technique he had just witnessed.

The Lotus Art of Shaolin and the Plum Blossom Art of Mount Hua were famous for their flower-like martial arts. Compared to those two martial arts, Song Yiyeon's ultimate technique lacked in precision, but it was a level that could be sufficiently overco with a little developnt.

Cheon Woojin felt Song Yiyeon's genius anew.

Considering that the other three had grown up learning from the best masters in the Five Great Families and the Nine Sects, Song Yiyeon's talent was unparalleled.

"What's the na of the ultimate technique?"

"I haven't nad it yet."

"Can I na it?"

"Of course!"

Song Yiyeon smiled brightly. Cheon Woojin was already a martial artist who would leave his na in the history of the martial world with the achievents he had shown so far. How could he not be happy that such a person would na his move?

Cheon Woojin said the word that ca to his mind without any hesitation.

"The Ten Thousand White Flowers Flow."

It ant a wave full of white flowers.

For Cheon Woojin, who had received that ultimate technique directly, it was a perfect na.

Song Yiyeon also smiled like a child and was happy.

"The Ten Thousand White Flowers Flow! From now on, the ultimate technique of this White Flower Saber is the Ten Thousand White Flowers Flow! Hahaha!"

As the self-proclaid White Flower Saber Song Yiyeon jumped up and down with joy, the others could not hide their smiles.

Suddenly, Tang Soyeon said, "Oh, Young Master Namgung just smiled."

"When did I smile?"

Namgung Jin hurriedly put on a straight face.

At that sight, Tang Soyeon said with a subtle smile.

"We call it a smile when the corners of your mouth go up. Got it?"

At the tone as if she were soothing a child, Namgung Jin's expression crumpled. There was a ti when he had despised Song Yiyeon. But, now he was laughing together at his joy. Namgung Jin, while feeling good about that emotion, turned away, feeling sowhat embarrassed.

"Nonsense. I'll wash up first."

Namgung Jin, who had suddenly beco more blunt, entered the hall.

Jin Yun, who was looking at the scene, said in a low voice.

"Surprisingly, the person who is the most shy among us is Young Master Namgung. When I see him like this, he's like a teenage girl. It doesn't suit him."

Namgung Jin clearly heard but ignored it. If he got angry now, it would be admitting it.

How long had it been since Namgung Jin had gone in to wash up?

Suddenly, a large and heavy bell sound began to ring, loud enough to be heard throughout the Martial Alliance. The Hidden Dragon Unit mbers and Tang Soyeon looked in the direction where the bell sound was coming from with serious faces.

It was a thod used by the Martial Alliance to inform the Alliance mbers of a specific situation.

Namgung Jin also rushed out of the shower. He was in such a hurry that he was not even properly dressed, but in the anti, he was firmly holding his Vast Palace Sword.

"Is it a surprise attack from the Demonic Cult!"

At that, Tang Soyeon calmly closed her eyes and said. Since she had seen all sorts of things while living as a woman in the rough martial world, she was not particularly flustered by this.

"I'm sorry, but can you please get dressed properly? Unless the Namgung family is going to marry into our Tang family."

"I don't even want to imagine it."

The Tang family took in a son-in-law.

To enter that family as the son-in-law of that Poison King?

Namgung Jin, who shuddered at the re thought, went back into the hall to get dressed.

At that, Jin Yun and Song Yiyeon for so reason gave Tang Soyeon a look of encouragent.

"Why, I don't like it either. I was just joking because I was embarrassed."

Of course, the look of pity was not withdrawn.

In the anti, the bell rang exactly seven tis and stopped. The aning of the seven strikes of the bell was for all Alliance mbers to prepare for battle, and for those of the hall master level and above to gather. There was only one thing that would cause the seven strikes of the bell to ring in the current situation.

The Demonic Cult's official declaration of war.

It ant that the great army of the Demonic Cult was rushing to the Central Plains.

(End of Chapter)