Woon Seong’ apology was frankly unexpected.
Even Jin Wol-myeong’s eyes widened in surprise.
The Shaolin master he knew was a proud and noble person.
They acted and ruled Jianghu as the North Star for so many years, while simultaneously living detached from the secular world.
As a result, they never once admitted to making mistakes, let alone apologizing for them.
This is the pride of an orthodox sect with a long history.
The Shaolin Temple’s pride was particularly sky-high.
They don’t make any mistakes, and if they do, they don’t easily admit it.
This was why seeing Woon Seong apologizing to Pyo-wol, who was reputed to have a strong sense of pride in the Shaolin Temple, came as a big shock to Jin Wol-myeong. But he couldn’t open his mouth even if he had a lot of things to say because he was still taken aback at the sight.
Woon Seong said to Pyo-wol,
“I have learned a lot since entering the Jin Family. To be honest, the disciples of our sect have done nothing but harm. If we had been quicker to recognize the situation, we could have prevented so many people from dying.”
Seongam was the biggest problem of all.
His explosive and impulsive personality had gotten them into a lot of trouble. Because of him, he caused the Shaolin Temple to have a fall out with Pyo-wol and Namgung Wol, thus greatly tarnishing the Shaolin’s honor.
As soon as Seongam returns to the Shaolin Temple, he will be asked to reflect on his actions and undergo training in seclusion. No one knows how long that period would be.
Pyo-wol said,
“If you’re done talking, I will leave.”
“Wait!”
“…….”
“What are your plans for the future?”
“I don’t think there’s any reason for me to tell you that.”
“I’m telling you this out of genuine concern, and I hope you don’t take it personally. Your body emits a strong stench of blood, which must mean that you have killed a lot of people. I hope you would refrain from killing anymore, since the more you kill, the more you will be consumed by demon-like thoughts. As the years go by, you will one day be consumed by a heart demon, and be unable to control your bloodlust. I hope you will stop before that happens.”
Woon Seong’s words were sincere.
From the moment Pyo-wol entered the room, Woon Seong could not bear the foul stench of blood emanating from him. He couldn’t even fathom how many people Pyo-wol must have been killed to have such a potent scent of blood.
Perhaps this was the emergence of an unprecedented malicious aura. But Pyo-wol’s gaze was too profound to dismiss as mere bloodlust.
It couldn’t be said that he was clear of evil spirits, but at least there were no signs of being consumed by them. However, this didn’t guarantee that he would remain uncorrupted in the future.
“If you were to go mad and kill, I would be the first one to act. I will stop you from killing with my own hands. Do you understand?”
“Are you done talking?”
“What?”
“If you’re done, I’ll leave.”
Pyo-wol rose from his seat.
Thud!
Woon Seong could only watch as Pyo-wol stormed out the door with a disappointed expression. He had wanted to grab Pyo-wol’s hand right then and there, but he couldn’t move since he was still injecting his qi to Jin Wol-myeong.
Even Jin Siwoo, who brought Pyo-wol, followed him out, leaving only Woon Seong and Jin Wol-myeong in the room.
“Hoo!”
In the end, Woon Seong could only sigh.
That wasn’t what he originally wanted to say, but he ended up saying something useless again.
All because of the smell of blood emanating from Pyo-wol’s body.
The scent of blood, which he had never experienced before, paralyzed his reason and senses in an instant.
If this was his reaction even after so many years of training, how would the other warriors, who hadn’t gone through the long training he had, react?
It was then.
“Hoo!”
Jin Wol-myeong also let out a sigh.
Woon Seong stopped injecting his qi once he knew Jin Wol-myeong’s body and mind had stabilized.
With a calmer expression on his face, Jin Wol-myeong asked him,
“Why did you let him go? If you leave him like this, many people will surely die.”
“I didn’t have the confidence to subdue him.”
Jin Wol-myeong looked at him incredulously,
“Really–?”
“It’s true. I didn’t have the confidence to subdue him. If I had tried to subdue him, I would have to make a life-or-death decision, and I didn’t want to risk my life fighting him.”
Woon Seong smiled bitterly.
Although he possessed martial arts skills worthy of being the First Book of Shaolin, his fundamental identity was still that of a Buddhist monk. He didn’t have the same fighting spirit or the same willingness to endure any kind of damage unlike Pyo-wol.
In a way, he might have been overwhelmed by Pyo-wol’s qi.
Woon Seong cautiously said to Jin Wol-myeong,
“That child has already surpassed the level of a late-stage powerhouse. So please treat him with care, Lord Jin.”
“I cannot accept that.”
“Lord Jin!”
“I am Jin Wol-myeong, the Sunset Sword God. Even though I have suffered such disgrace because of poison, once I recover my true strength, I will never lose to that brat.”
Jin Wol-myeong gritted his teeth.
When the Jin family was in the most danger, he himself was lying there like a corpse, unable to do anything. That fact shamed him to no end.
He had deliberately raised his voice against Pyo-wol to hide his shame.
It was a sentiment that young people wouldn’t understand, but Woon Seong perfectly understood Jin Wol-myeong’s feelings. It was the stubborn resistance of an old man trying to protect and maintain his dignity at all costs.
Jin Wol-myeong’s behavior continued for a long time afterward.
Woon Seong waited for Jin Wol-myeong to calm down before asking,
“Now tell me. Who did this to you? Who would dare to treat Lord Jin like this?”
“He called himself the Poison King.”1
“The Poison King?”
* * *
Neigh! Neigh!
The horse whinnied as if it was happy to see Pyo-wol.
Most of the Jin manor was in ruins, but the stable remained unharmed.
It was lucky enough to be spared from destruction.
Pyo-wol patted the horse on the nape of the neck and communicated with it for a moment.
Jin Siwoo stared at him wordlessly.
Just then, a young warrior walked into the stable.
“Ah! There you are!”
The young martial artist’s face lit up when he saw the two of them.
“Brother!”
Jin Siwoo quickly greeted him.
Namgung Wol smiled and patted Jin Siwoo on the shoulder.
“You did well.”
“You’re the one who did all the hard work. Thanks to you, we were able to come out unharmed.”
When the Snow Sword Manor invaded, Namgung Wol took the lead and fought them off. If he hadn’t stopped them, the damage to the Jin family would have been even greater.
Because of this, Jin Siwoo thought of Namgung Wol as their benefactor.
Namgung Wol’s gaze turned to Pyo-wol,
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