Chapter 49: Chapter 49

Chapter 49: I Trusted You!

Puhwak—one frozen Black Path sprayed blood.

The scream became signal.

Remaining Black Path raised weapons like convulsions.

"Simultaneously! Strike simultaneously!"

"Not hitting each other—, keuak!"

Of course, doing so was useless.

"Seeing you recognize me and freeze!"

"You saw me in Luoyang?"

"Yet gathered here again plotting evil deeds?"

Jin Yeomyeong instantly cleaned up Black Path together with Mukheun.

Turning eyes down the mountain, he saw the back of the person called Nine Black Ghost.

If let go, reports would reach Black Path base.

Jin Yeomyeong raised Xun Trigram Technique.

Wind's natural energy responded to Xun Trigram Technique.

Each step of lightness technique advanced faster and farther.

Let alone now when operation became more refined with last night's realization—

Swaeaeaek—with fierce wind sounds, he caught Nine Black Ghost at once.

Nine Black Ghost, surprised with flailing hands and feet, swung the great blade widely.

However, the flailing formation was a trap.

Hidden inside was a nimble yet fierce technique.

Unlike appearance suggesting only strength, Nine Black Ghost was smart.

Because he was smart, he saw through Yang Cheonjo's scheme and judged to flee when the Ink Sword Hero appeared.

When fleeing failed, he'd already calculated techniques to pull out.

"Die! Ink Sword Hero!"

The huge blade flew repeatedly.

Wiing—Jin Yeomyeong's body seemed to shake then disappeared from that spot.

Though flustered, he recovered the blade immediately deploying technique.

A defensive technique sending blade energy in all directions preventing enemies from approaching.

However, Jin Yeomyeong approached.

Nine Black Ghost swallowed empty air trying to kick the ground.

Jin Yeomyeong's body shook again, appearing in the blind spot of vision.

He couldn't understand how he moved at all.

The back of neck hair stood on the edge.

He kept stepping on footwork to shake off Jin Yeomyeong in the blind spot.

"Nine Black Ghost, I've heard of you. Back then it was the alias Nine Black Lion."

The voice came from the blind spot.

He knew Jin Yeomyeong was there but couldn't put him in line of sight.

"What? I never used such an alias!"

"Means you'll use it going forward."

Jin Yeomyeong spouted incomprehensible words.

"During the Yeju invasion starting from Luoyang, there was a Demonic Cult master who burned entire villages trying to kill White Path figures. Thought he was Demonic Cult from the start. Turned out Black Path origin."

"Demonic Cult? What are you saying from earlier!"

Nine Black Ghost gradually became cornered mentally.

No matter how much footwork stepped, I couldn't shake off. Now felt like only he was exerting effort.

"Now seems you don't even know demonic arts. To belatedly learn demonic arts and achieve mastery—compatibility must have been good."

"So what are you saying!"

Nine Black Ghost also heard.

Jin Yeomyeong one day suddenly went crazy rampaging to subjugate Black Path. Here again mentioning Demonic Cult.

Separate from martial arts gap, hair stood on edge again.

"Are you really crazy!"

He raised all inner power.

To the point the blade trembled unable to control himself.

"Crazy White Path bastard! Die!"

Huuuung—Nine Black Ghost sent desperate all-out strike toward the blind spot.

Wa-geurak—sound of his own bones fragmenting rang inside his body transmitted to eardrums.

The blade merely flew through empty space.

Mukheun crossed Nine Black Ghost's body lengthwise.

Even screams didn't come out properly.

The world tilted as is.

He collapsed with head striking the floor.

Only then did Jin Yeomyeong's appearance enter eyes.

Stronger than expected.

Either information was wrong, or he became stronger meanwhile.

However, could he become stronger in this short time?

Jin Yeomyeong looked down at Nine Black Ghost with towering height.

"You asked if I'm really crazy? It's the opposite."

"I really came to my senses."

Cold eyes looked down at him.

An insurmountable wall existed there.

"How many Black Path are there?"

"Kk, kk, kkeu... I don't know well..."

Too overwhelmed, he was speaking truthfully.

"Means even you're a mere underling now. Go before evil deeds deepen further."

Only hearing these words,

he realized death approached beyond pain.

Like people Nine Black Ghost himself had killed until now.

"N-no... no, don't want to die..."

Those words were the end.

Mukheun passed his neck.

Degureureureu—looking at the fallen neck, Jin Yeomyeong shook his head.

Among martial artists' last words, surprisingly always ranked high.

Don't want to die. I don't want to die.

Unlike the martial artist image the world imagined, before dying, they were often no different from ordinary people.

Especially—unclear why, but those who'd freely killed people often said such words.

"Already certain but becoming more certain."

The Black Path King was Demonic Cult.

Nine Black Ghost who'd later be active as Demonic Cult master was blatantly here. Evidence piled too much.

Jin Yeomyeong raised his eyes.

The mountain was still colorful.

Late autumn trees hung both autumn leaves and fallen leaves on branches simultaneously.

The stronghold beyond there.

Tunnels connected to the stronghold.

Though not knowing where the Black Path King hid, Mukheun aimed for that neck.

This time turning his head opposite direction, he looked toward the ridge.

"Yang Cheonjo, that fellow."

Jumping—pyeol-jjeok, pyeol-jjeok—while waving hands.

Whiik—seeing Jin Yeomyeong climb from Nine Black Ghost to the ridge at once, Yang Cheonjo raised his voice.

"Ink Sword Hero! I trusted you!"

Now that tension completely released, he was nearly sobbing.

"Heu, I really thought I'd die. I, what?"

However, on one hand—

"With this smart head! Using something called strategy!"

Among moments he'd used his head from birth until now, the most brilliant scene.

Jin Yeomyeong placed his hand on that head.

"You really did well."

"You've grown in a way not embarrassing anywhere."

Yang Cheonjo wondered if this was real life.

When first meeting the Ink Sword Hero, he'd gotten his back beaten tremendously.

Now that hand was gently tousling his head.

First fight stepping forward alone.

Heart pounded and breathing was short.

Words somehow wouldn't come out.

Just before crisis, he'd imagined becoming a great hero.

Who made him imagine such things? Who showed the example of a hero?

That person standing beside him so reliably while now to him—

I'll now live carrying those words for life.

Sniff—Yang Cheonjo inhaled through his nose once.

After rubbing the face hidden by Jin Yeomyeong's hand once—

"I'm precisely Silver Hero Yang Cheonjo! Future great hero, murim's hope, White Path's grandmaster! That's precisely me, Yang! Cheon! Jo!"

Jin Yeomyeong who removed his hand looked at him warmly.

From the side, the miner uncle nodded.

"Lived thanks to the young hero."

And also from the side, mother looked coldly— huh?

Sang Jinhwa who appeared sometime slowly approached her son.

While calling her son's name in segments—

"What did this mother say before leaving?"

Don't act rashly, just monitor. When I return, just tell me what happened.

Gulp—Yang Cheonjo swallowed.

Since he did exactly the opposite of those words.

"Were you going to visit King Yama to convey mom's regards?"

"Ehehe, what are you saying?"

Sang Jinhwa cherished her son.

That son showed a hero's aspect.

He saved children and wasn't injured.

now was time to scold the son who almost died until just before death.

"Want to see this mother become a wreck! No! If you die first, can't see!"

Paired palms flew crossing.

Yang Cheonjo urgently raised palms defending, but was utterly useless.

"Right, go! Go to King Yama!"

"Ah! It hurts! Mom, seems mom is trying to kill me now!"

"Right! You saw very correctly! Mom is your grim reaper!"

Jjak, jjak, jjaak—back, buttocks, back, buttocks.

As expected, brilliant palm technique.

Yang Cheonjo urgently sought Jin Yeomyeong.

"Hero, please say something! I accomplished heroic conduct!"

Jin Yeomyeong moved quickly.

"Did you escape from Black Path base? I have questions about that place—"

Really quickly disappearing to the side taking the miner.

Didn't even make eye contact with Yang Cheonjo.

The hero example abandons me?

Jin Yeomyeong did so.

I thoroughly drew the line with Yang Cheonjo.

Heroic conduct is heroic conduct.

Mother's heart is different.

When a child almost died, can't just say well done.

Won't being beaten like that also cultivate caution?

If so, good for Yang Cheonjo too.

Not because I felt guilty for possibly inflating him.

Because I'm the same.

If Taebok grows up experiencing such situations, hands would tremble and eyes would go dark.

Thinking again, feels like I should have scolded Yang Cheonjo too.

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My head nodded involuntarily.

Because her palm technique is also excellent.

Yang Cheonjo's rescue request was heard but thoroughly ignored.

Even turned my back from that direction.

"Now, don't mind that side."

"What happened to the children?"

An adult worrying about children.

"Children are beyond the ridge with other martial artists. They're formidable martial artists, so safe. No need to worry."

Comfort spread over the anxious-looking face.

"Ink Sword Hero, receive my bow. I'm miner Yi Gwangsam."

Theol-sseok—he knelt from the knees.

"Please rise. I'm Jin Yeomyeong called Ink Sword Hero. And put this down too."

I removed the pickaxe from his hand.

Once more, I told him so he could be at ease.

Strength finally drained from miner Yi Gwangsam's shoulders.

He also gasped for breath.

He probably didn't know he'd been unable to breathe.

If a martial artist, the more crisis, the more maintaining breathing.

Preparation to deploy martial arts anytime.

Conversely, Yi Gwangsam was an ordinary miner, so breathing was a mess.

'But I feel inner power?'

Though seemingly not a martial artist, feeling inner power.

Though very meager handful of inner power.

Seemed to have no thought of hiding and didn't know how to hide.

"A miner with inner power."

Yi Gwangsam suddenly raised his head.

"What exactly happened there?"