Yoon Seo-In’s eyes widened in disbelief. She was watching the battle from afar, and seeing Jin Mu-Won overwhelm six of her senior brothers to the point where they could not even touch the hem of his clothes hit her like a ton of bricks. “How? What? Why?” she blurted. “The gangho is a large place with many hidden masters who hide their abilities and blend into the common folk. The Old Matriarch knows this well, and has always been wary of people who appear to be normal at first glance.” “So what you’re saying is: He’s a hidden master?” “……” Gong Jin-Sung did not answer. No, he couldn't answer, because just like Yoon Seo-In, he was also guilty of underestimating Jin Mu-Won. It seems that everything Escort Hwang boasted about his nephew was true. Every time Gong Jin-Sung went drinking with Hwang Cheol, the middle-aged man would always boast about his nephew’s greatness. Unfortunately, back then, no one had ever taken him seriously. Where was Hwang Cheol from again? I can

Jin Mu-Won and Kwak Moon-Jung sat in an empty lot near the harbor, enjoying the cool night river breeze. Both the escorts from the White Dragon Merchant Association and the Iron Brigade mercenaries kept their distance, as if they wanted nothing more to do with them. Ham Ji-Pyung and his daughter were the only ones who dared approach them, even going so far as to deliver meals to their benefactors. Jin Mu-Won frowned. During one of his exchanges with Ham Ji-Pyung, he learned about the events of fifteen years ago that had ultimately led to Ham Ji-Pyung’s excommunication from the Kongtong Sect. Although he had mentally prepared himself to deal with the Taoists, it turned out that he had also unintentionally gotten involved in something much bigger than he expected. I have to be careful about how I go about solving this problem, or it might leave unexpected repercussions. He glanced at Kwak Moon-Jung next to him. He’s still sulking. The alienation and aversion from the other escort

A few days after the Jin Academy incident… “So…tired...” “No more...squats…” “Waah…I want my mommy…” In the Baek Academy training grounds, under the scorching sun, I lay down on my side with my eyes half-open and watched a bunch of snot-nosed brats sweat buckets while doing squats. I vaguely remember telling them to keep their eyes ahead of them, but nonetheless, I could feel several gazes directed my way. “Master, my legs hurt...” “I want to rest...” “…Wait, is Master sleeping!?” “Do you think we’ll be able to sneak out?” Why are you not reading this at northbladetl.blogspot.com? What a spoiled brat. Crying because of a few squats. He’s even thinking of cheating! Too bad~ I heard you~ “Master is not sleeping,” I said. ““Gasp!”” The sniveling brats immediately tensed their muscles and lowered their postures. After confirming that they were doing the squats properly, I rolled over and faced the opposite side. Hmm? Something is prickling my back. Ah, it’s th

“What kind of a person is Master Jin?” “Which sect is he from?” “I don't know! Why won’t you believe me!?” In the face of Im Jin-Yeop and Dam Jin-Hong’s relentless interrogation, Kwak Moon-Jung looked as if he was about to cry. They thought that the boy was hiding the truth on purpose, but he really didn't know anything about the man named Jin Mu-Won. All Kwak Moon-Jung knew was that Jin Mu-Won was Hwang Cheol's nephew, and that Hwang Cheol doted on him. He had no idea where he was from and what martial arts he used. Right now, tensions in the White Dragon caravan were unusually high. On one hand, Gong Jin-Sung wanted to continue on with their journey as soon as possible, while on the other hand, Yoon Seo-In insisted that they had to remain in place until the issue with the Kongtong Sect was resolved. As a result, they ended up in a stalemate and couldn’t move on until they received an update about the Kongtong Sect’s next move. When Jin Mu-Won stepped out of th

Translated by: FoodieMonster007 A first-class martial arts expert was an existence that could slaughter a squad made up of a few dozen ordinary soldiers without sustaining a single scratch. They were extremely common in the Central Plains, but they were still people that could hold their heads up high no matter where they went, especially in the rural areas where there were no strong martial artists. Perhaps that's the reason why Goatee is so confident in himself. “Brat, let’s see if you’re as talented in martial arts as you are in talking!” “Suryong! Get back!” SHIING! Before I knew it, Dad had already drawn his sword and charged forward with the intention of taking on Goatee himself. Unfortunately, Namgoong Wook, who had also drawn his blade, immediately intercepted Dad. “Hey hey! Hyung, you should be playing with me instead!” CLANG! “Wait! Let's talk this out!” Dad, who was being crushed under the weight of Namgoong Wook's heavy blow, shouted in fr

The silence in the inn was suffocating, but for a long time, no one dared to speak. Everyone watching felt as if they had seen something they shouldn’t have. “……” Jin Mu-Won’s opponents weren’t ordinary martial artists; they were all first-class disciples of the Kongtong Sect, and warriors that people in the gangho often referred to as “martial arts experts”. Three of these “experts” had teamed up against one man and lost. Furthermore, for the entire duration of the battle, Jin Mu-Won hadn’t drawn his sword or used his left hand. All he did was dodge attacks while using a strange finger technique that destroyed weapons. Jong-Ri Mu-Hwan’s expression was stiff. I can’t believe it. The Kongtong Sect has been completely and utterly humiliated. Even so, that’s not the most important issue at hand here. The fact that we, the Iron Brigade, witnessed this whole fiasco is far more worrying than the result of this fight! The Kongtong sect absolutely will not take this lying down. Onc

Kwak Moon-Jung wanted to speak, but the only sound that came out of his mouth was a painful gasp for air. He pursed his lips in agony. Mu-Hae raised his Bamboo Blade up high, saying, “Because of your arrogant and impertinent meddling, you’re going to have to pay the price along with this father-daughter pair!” Seol-Goong and the other Taoist watched the interaction between Mu-Hae and Kwak Moon-Jung with twisted delight. As they expected, Mu-Hae did not hesitate to swing his sword down on Kwak Moon-Jung. Kwak Moon-Jung squeezed his eyes shut. The whistling of a blade slicing through the air rang in his ears. However, the pain that he was expecting…never came. THWACK! “Ugh!” Why are you not reading this at northbladetl.blogspot.com? At Mu-Hae’s sudden cry, Kwak Moon-Jung slowly and carefully opened his eyes. His vision was blocked by a man’s broad back. “Hyung?” Kwak Moon-Jung’s eyes widened, as if they were going to pop out of their sockets. The man wearing a red and b

“DAD!” Ham Seo-Ryung shrieked as she dashed toward her father, who was coughing up blood and trembling uncontrollably. With a distraught look on her face, she hugged her father tightly. Ham Ji-Pyung had once been a genius martial artist, but right now, he was but an ordinary man. It was impossible for him to defend against Mu-Hae’s sudden attack. Mu-Hae stood over Ham Ju-Pyung and said, “How dare you insult the Kongtong Sect!? You asked for this!” “That’s enough! Stop bullying my father!” Ham Seo-Ryung cried, looking up at Mu-Hae. Tears dripped down her face, but Mu-Hae only mercilessly stared down at the father and daughter pair. At the frenzied combination of joy, arrogance, rage, and dissatisfaction on Mu-Hae’s face, the Ham family could only shiver in fear. “Karma is real, after all. You reap what you sow, you arrogant bastard!” “Lies!” screamed Ham Seo-Ryung. Mu-Hae frowned, but Ham Seo-Ryung continued, “Everything you’ve said is a lie! My dad’s food is the best! How c