The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 198

Cheon Woojin, having finished his greetings, left the Black Plaque.

This visit was quite aningful.

He had received a firm promise of participation from the Black Plaque Lord and the Young Fortress Lord, and he was able to hear old stories about his master, the Black Master, from the First Wolf.

"Great Hero Emotionless Guest, are you leaving already?"

The martial artist guarding the entrance of the Black Plaque asked comfortably.

It was a rare occurrence in the Murim Alliance.

Unlike the Murim Alliance, which considered the hierarchy more strictly than anything else, the Black Plaque had a slightly freer atmosphere.

Cheon Woojin didn't dislike that atmosphere.

"Yes."

"Well, you must be busy."

The martial artist, who nodded, fiddled with his chin for a mont. He seed to have sothing to say, so Cheon Woojin tilted his head.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing else."

The martial artist, who had been agonizing for a mont, soon took out a small pouch from his chest and handed it to Cheon Woojin.

Checking inside, there were a few pieces of beef jerky.

When Cheon Woojin looked at the martial artist with an expression asking what this was, he scratched his head awkwardly and said.

"It's beef jerky sold at a newly opened shop nearby, and it tastes good. But since you are a mber of the Murim Alliance, I was worried whether you would eat beef jerky given by a Black Path bastard."

Cheon Woojin looked at the martial artist with an expressionless face as always.

The martial artist, who made eye contact, flinched for no reason. It was even more so because he had a very blunt impression, and there were widespread rumors that he was a cold person, enough to have the title Emotionless Guest.

'Did I do sothing unnecessary after all?'

Just as he was thinking that.

Cheon Woojin put a piece of beef jerky in his mouth.

Soon, he said with a very serious face.

"It is delicious. I will enjoy it."

Only then did the martial artist's expression brighten. He planned to brag to his colleagues after work that the Emotionless Guest ate the beef jerky he gave him.

"Hahaha, then please co again next ti."

The martial artist bowed deeply.

Although he was a mber of the Murim Alliance, there was no reason to be prideful since he was a person the Fortress Lord welcod so much. Also, as a fellow martial artist, he admired the Emotionless Guest who had reached Heaven Beyond Heaven at that age.

Cheon Woojin, who nodded, looked at the martial artist's face and the dark, large manor of the Black Plaque for a mont, and then soon took a step.

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He ran for a long ti while looking at the surrounding scenery.

From the Black Plaque headquarters located in Hunan Province to the Murim Alliance's temporary headquarters in Sichuan Province, there were no people, buildings, or walls blocking his way while running.

Because there were only clouds next to Cheon Woojin.

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Pure white buildings contrasting with the dark buildings of the Black Plaque ca into view. They managed it so diligently that looking at it from the sky like this, it even looked like a snow-covered village.

Cheon Woojin didn't bother to pass through the main gate. Strictly speaking, it was impolite, but now the Murim Alliance had beco as comfortable as ho to the point of skipping so etiquette.

However, when soone suddenly dropped next to him out of nowhere, Song Yiyeon, who was thrusting his pure white White Flower Saber, was startled as if he had seen a ghost.

"Uwaaaaak!"

Namgung Jin, Jinun, and Tang Soyeon, who were sparring together, also had similar expressions, although they didn't scream.

Song Yiyeon, who fell flat on his back, seed embarrassed and complained for no reason.

"Ahem! No, why do you fall from the sky when there's a perfectly good door! I thought my heart was going to drop!"

Even while saying so, he clearly looked glad.

The others were the sa.

Everyone had recently gained enlightennt thanks to Cheon Woojin. Before they could even talk together or properly show what they had gained, Cheon Woojin had left abruptly again.

Since the Righteous-Demonic War broke out, their Commander had beco the busiest martial artist in the world.

"Is there still no word from the Demonic Cult side?"

Cheon Woojin asked. The Second Young Master had said he would fight for supremacy with the Fifth Young Master as soon as he returned to the Demonic Cult.

Since the Murim Alliance had even sent back the Demon Brain, the top official of the Demonic Cult, to help the Second Young Master, it was about ti they heard sothing.

"Not yet. Still, it seems everyone has gained so peace of mind due to the peace after a long ti. They are finishing the reorganization they had put off, grieving while rembering their dead comrades, and bracing themselves, vowing to definitely achieve victory."

Cheon Woojin nodded.

Anyway, while the war was temporarily paused, the Murim Alliance had gained a good opportunity to reorganize.

"Let's take a rest too."

When Cheon Woojin said that, everyone was surprised. They never imagined that the word 'rest' would co out of that blunt person's mouth.

Regardless, Cheon Woojin brought an iron cauldron that was in the manor's warehouse to the yard.

"..."

Namgung Jin stared blankly at such Cheon Woojin.

Cheon Woojin also made eye contact with Namgung Jin.

"Those two are doing it again."

Song Yiyeon interjected. Namgung Jin and Cheon Woojin would converse with their eyes like that whenever they had a chance. Both of them were truly terribly blunt n.

Soon, Cheon Woojin and Namgung Jin nodded at the sa ti.

It seed so conversation had taken place.

Cheon Woojin brought so firewood, ignited the Samadhi True Fire, and began to build a fire.

When he placed the iron cauldron on top of it, Namgung Jin took a step outside the manor and said.

"Will five be enough?"

Namgung Jin and Cheon Woojin made eye contact again.

Then they nodded again.

Namgung Jin stepped outside the manor, and Cheon Woojin silently lit the fire again.

Song Yiyeon, who was next to them, felt like he was going to die of frustration.

"No, what are you trying to do!"

"I'm going to boil chicken. All four of you have suffered recently."

Cheon Woojin recalled the days he spent in the mountains with his masters. Occasionally, when they broke through a wall and gained enlightennt, or on nights when they wandered around unusually much, they always boiled and ate chicken.

Compared to eating elixirs, the restorative effect would be very minimal, but just eating delicious food together was a joyful thing.

"Then where did Young Master Namgung Jin go?"

Jinun, who approached his side, asked while putting in firewood together.

Before they knew it, Tang Soyeon had taken out the tableware from the warehouse one by one and started washing them with water.

They ate als in the dining hall, but basic household items were mostly all present in the manor.

"Young Master Namgung went to get chickens. I thought five would not be enough, so I told him to bring ten. After all, martial artists have to eat two each."

"I am a Taoist. I trust you haven't forgotten."

Cheon Woojin's hand, which was building the fire, paused.

Unusually, his pupils shook slightly.

"...Young Master Song and I will eat one more each."

"Three is too much."

Song Yiyeon grumbled and filled the iron cauldron with water.

As the flas grew stronger and the water began to boil.

Namgung Jin appeared again. He had five raw chickens hanging on a string in each hand, and behind him, several people were hanging in a row like dried yellow corvina.

Inspection Hall Master Cheol Jiak, Vice Hall Master Zhuge Lin, the Sword King, the Poison King, the Poison Asura, the Divine Physician, the Wudang Sword Immortal, etc...

Even at the very back were Murim Alliance Leader Beili Tian and Chief Strategist Sima Hui. It was a situation where literally everyone who was acquainted with Cheon Woojin had flocked together.

Cheon Woojin looked at Namgung Jin as if he was already tired.

Then Namgung Jin said as if making an excuse.

"...It couldn't be helped."

Where else would he get chickens?

The Murim Alliance's dining hall.

When he took as many as ten chickens from the Hidden Dragon Unit, rumors spread that the Emotionless Guest had returned, and since everyone had good ears, they sought out Namgung Jin as soon as they heard the rumor.

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Bubble, bubble.

A milky broth boiled inside the iron cauldron.

Everyone swallowed their saliva and watched it.

"Hmm."

Cheon Woojin thought this wasn't bad either. The chicken he ate simply with just his two masters was also delicious, but this bustling atmosphere also seed quite nice.

Above all, even without him having to work, the Alliance Leader, the Sword King, the Poison King, the Inspection Hall Master, and the Divine Physician showed off their pride in how to boil chicken, demonstrating the ddlesoness unique to middle-aged n.

"Here, who has boiled it more than !"

When the Poison King said so, everyone was startled. Because all he had boiled his whole life was poison. When the Divine Physician, thinking it was an opportunity, stealthily stepped forward, everyone stopped him again, saying that if he boiled it, it would taste bad like dicine.

As each person gave advice like that, a quite plausible sll began to waft before they knew it.

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Since the bowls couldn't all fit on the dining table, everyone sat down on the floor and began to eat.

Who would dare to imagine? That the Alliance Leader, the Sword King, and those representing the martial world of the ti would eat like this.

Sitting in a circle, various words were exchanged. Generally, a free conversation continued without a specific topic.

For example, the Divine Physician and the Alliance Leader talked about Go, and the Poison King and the Sword King complained that raising children was hard.

While it was becoming a peaceful evening, forgetting the war for a while.

"Ah, right. How did the visit to the Black Plaque go?"

Chief Strategist Sima Hui asked as if he had rembered it by chance.

Then everyone, including the Alliance Leader, glared at Sima Hui. How could it be a coincidence? Considering his nature in the first place, he must have co all the way here to talk about work.

"Haha..."

Sima Hui smiled awkwardly. However, he had no intention of taking back his words. Even if the whole world was dyed in peace, he was the only person in a position where he always had to be vigilant and agonize.

Cheon Woojin also answered casually.

"The Black Plaque Lord and the Young Fortress Lord said they would help."

"...Huh? Personally?"

In an instant, silence flowed in the room.

The only martial artist in the current martial world who could be compared to the Alliance Leader was the Black Plaque Lord. Everyone had already learned how important the role of one Heaven Beyond Heaven master was in the previous battles.

If the Black Plaque Lord stepped forward personally, it would truly be a trendous combat power.

"H-how on earth did you talk to them?"

The end of the Chief Strategist's voice trembled slightly.

He was anxious. Considering that the guy called the Young Fortress Lord had previously co to the Murim Alliance and openly targeted Cheon Woojin, he was worried that so strange condition might have been attached to this matter.

The expressions of the others, including the Alliance Leader, were the sa.

While everyone was eagerly waiting for Cheon Woojin's answer, silence continued for a mont. It wasn't that he was deliberately keeping them in suspense, but because he was in the middle of tearing off a chicken leg.

Soon, Cheon Woojin, who put down a large bone on the floor, answered in a truly casual tone.

"I just asked them to help."

"And then?"

"They said okay."

"The condition?"

"There wasn't really anything like that. Ah, we had a spar once."

That was the condition the Black Plaque Lord had put forward.

Curiosity filled everyone's eyes.

Although no one had spoken of it yet, everyone gathered in the room felt it. That a generational shift in the martial world was taking place.

The figures symbolizing the previous generation were the Three Lords of the World.

Including the dead Demonic Cult Leader, the Alliance Leader, and the Black Plaque Lord.

And the one symbolizing the next generation was the Emotionless Guest, Cheon Woojin.

The generational shift in the martial world was simple.

If the next generation beca stronger than the previous generation, it was over.

In other words, if Cheon Woojin defeated soone among the Three Lords of the World, the generation of the martial world would change from then on.

"So, how did the spar go?"

Sima Hui asked as nonchalantly as possible. Because he didn't want to burden Cheon Woojin for no reason. However, he couldn't stop himself from swallowing his saliva.

Everyone had similar expressions.

Slurp,

Cheon Woojin, who drank the broth, felt his insides warm up and pondered for a mont.

The spar was his victory. But was it okay to damage the Black Plaque Lord's face when he wasn't present? Moreover, he was a person who said he would help him without any price.

The deliberation was short.

"It was a tie."

"W-what did you say..."

As if the Ice Palace Lord had poured out the ultimate technique of his lifeti, everyone froze just like that. Even the Wudang Sword Immortal and the Poison King dropped their chopsticks as if they had received so huge shock.

He had downplayed it considering the Black Plaque Lord's face, but just saying it was a tie seed to have given everyone quite a shock.

Should I have said I lost?

Cheon Woojin thought for a mont and then shook his head. The Black Plaque Lord, as a fellow Black Path martial artist, would not want such excessive consideration either.

(End of Chapter)