He Became the Genius Blacksmith of the Namgung Family - Chapter 49

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Chapter 49

 

Episode 49

 

Miner’s Contest Part 2 match.

 

The first match.

 

Yo Kyeong and Namgung’s participant came out.

 

‘Yo Kyeong will go up.’

 

Well then, ultimately a battle among themselves.

 

Of course, he would be the victor.

 

Hadn’t they already discussed it beforehand?

 

‘Yeom Hyeol-pae is fine. However, Yo Kyeong will be the problem.’

 

How could he not know Yo Kyeong’s thoughts.

 

A greedy bastard.

 

He’s so transparent that pretending not to know is torture.

 

That’s why he might attack with genuine intent.

 

He would suppress his energy though.

 

He has that much sense.

 

‘He’s probably thinking he can win if he suppresses his blood energy.’

 

A delusion.

 

He had already surpassed that bastard long ago, even without blood energy.

 

No, he had surpassed him from before.

 

Yo Kyeong just doesn’t know it.

 

Because he hadn’t revealed his power.

 

‘Also, that bastard doesn’t know. That both he and Yeom Hyeol-pae exist for my sake anyway.’

 

Right.

 

It’s better for him to remain ignorant.

 

‘Also, I can’t just let this slide.’

 

It seemed like it was time to establish discipline after a long while.

 

Without causing too much harm.

 

Thinking this way, he was about to smile at this long-awaited entertainment when.

 

“…!?”

 

He witnessed an unexpected scene.

 

He had thought it would be nothing special.

 

Yo Kyeong had been defeated.

 

And overwhelmingly at that.

 

‘That’s supposed to be a blacksmith?’

 

What ridiculous nonsense!

 

The power that burst forth in an instant.

 

The footwork that closed the distance.

 

Techniques so clean they were almost wondrous to behold.

 

Displaying such skill with a weapon that had shed its disguise as a crude tool?

 

And that from a mere blacksmith?

 

Even a first-rate warrior would find it difficult.

 

At minimum, he’d have to be peak level!

 

‘These bastards! They rigged the match!’

 

As expected, those Orthodox Faction bastards are untrustworthy hypocrites.

 

Acting like saints in front, but worse than villains behind the scenes, aren’t they?

 

No, this isn’t the time for such thoughts.

 

Yo Kyeong is the problem.

 

His personality is the problem.

 

Being a greedy bastard, his patience is lacking.

 

Moreover, with his strong pride, he’ll never stay still.

 

-Yo Kyeong! Abandon your pride! Now is the time for the greater cause―

 

He hurriedly sent a telepathic message.

 

But Yo Kyeong’s face, launched into the air, transformed like a demon’s.

 

Ignoring the telepathic message, he unleashed his blood energy.

 

“The Blood Cult has appeared!!! Blood Cult Followers have appeared in Dongryang County!!!”

 

The moment they saw this, cries erupted from the Namgung side.

 

‘Damn son of a―’

 

Curses came out naturally.

 

‘No, they’re aiming for this.’

 

A match rigged with Namgung’s hypocrisy anyway.

 

Surely they would pull tricks in the next match too.

 

Then, he couldn’t obtain Seongcheol.

 

Rescuing Seongcheol once he fell into Namgung’s hands would be impossible.

 

‘It’s too early to provoke the Five Great Families and Nine Sects and One Faction!’

 

Mission failure.

 

That cannot happen.

 

Welcoming the divine and creating paradise on earth.

 

Isn’t this his wish?

 

That’s why he must rise to a higher rank.

 

Securing Seongcheol is a stepping stone to reach that level.

 

Then, what should he do?

 

‘I’ll obtain Seongcheol here!’

 

Since it’s already been exposed anyway.

 

There’s nothing to hold back.

 

Create chaos with blood-crazed people to divert everyone’s attention, then secure Seongcheol and flee.

 

A plan formed in an instant.

 

-Yeom Hyeol-pae! Scatter blood-madness poison in the spectator seats!

 

-Understood.

 

After sending the telepathic message to Yeom Hyeol-pae.

 

He immediately launched his body toward the spectator seats.

 

At the same time, Yeom Hyeol-pae’s figure also headed for the spectator seats.

 

However.

 

“Namgung Jeonggeom Dan!! Stop those wicked Blood Cult Follower bastards!!!!”

 

Following the shout filled with internal energy.

 

As if they had been waiting, Namgung warriors sprang out from the spectator seats.

 

Their number was roughly over 50.

 

‘―!’

 

Only now did Mu-myeong realize something was wrong.

 

‘Could it have been a trap?’

 

‘They knew we were here?’

 

‘How on earth!?’

 

All sorts of questions pierced through his mind.

 

But thinking comes later.

 

Now was the time to deal with Namgung’s swords rushing right at him.

 

Gritting his teeth at this.

 

Mu-myeong drew his sword.

 

Chaeng-aeng-aeng!!

 

* * *

 

“Bl, Blood Cult!?”

 

“Blood Cult Followers!?”

 

Blood Cult.

 

The wounds carved by them.

 

Only thirty years have passed.

 

Thus, the weight that name carries.

 

Heavy and terrifying.

 

It was still more than enough to settle as fear in people’s minds.

 

How could one speak of that Sima Waidao’s name?

 

It was shocking.

 

However, the one who spoke of Sima Waidao was from the Namgung family.

 

Not someone who would speak nonsense.

 

Moreover, the spectators saw it just before the Namgung person shouted.

 

The blood-colored energy that appeared in mid-air.

 

The chilling aura bursting forth from there.

 

Was it not like the resentment of hundreds of souls gathered together, crying out their unjust deaths!

 

“This energy, this feeling of resentment! It’s the Blood Cult! Just as grandfather described!”

 

Those who survived testified about the Blood Cult’s energy.

 

And it was passed down to the next generation through documents and word of mouth.

 

So even ordinary people had no choice but to know.

 

Moreover, there wasn’t just one person emitting such energy.

 

Two people soaring into the sky and flying toward the spectator seats.

 

Mu-myeong and Yeom Hyeol-pae, who participated in the miner’s contest.

 

As if to prove they too were Blood Cult followers.

 

They were emitting terrifying bloodlust.

 

“Hi, hiiiik! The, the Blood Cult has appeared! The Blood Cult has appeared!”

 

“Uh, uaaah! Sa, save me!”

 

Chaos spread like a plague.

 

Bodies and minds frozen by the Blood Cult followers’ appearance turned into desperate struggles to survive.

 

Just as the spectator seats were about to lose all order and turn into complete chaos.

 

“Take the elderly, women, and children first and escape using lightness skills!”

 

“Understood!”

 

“The rest help people evacuate safely so they don’t get consumed by the chaos!”

 

A cheerful man with narrow eyes appeared from somewhere.

 

It was Hosiu, the younger brother of Hoyeol, the branch manager of Haomun in Dongling County.

 

When he gave orders,

 

Warriors belonging to Haomun emerged from various places, grabbing the elderly, women, and children and soaring up using lightness skills.

 

Also, among those consumed by chaos, here and there, those with clear minds safely evacuated people.

 

“Whew.”

 

The chaos that was about to erupt subsided.

 

Hosiu caught his breath while looking back at the spectator seats where order had returned.

 

“Tsk. We’re not some free volunteer organization. This really doesn’t pay well.”

 

Haomun was an information organization of the Heterodox Faction.

 

They didn’t move without payment.

 

They’d rather steal money than give it away.

 

However, the reason they stepped forward to help people like this.

 

The reason they had Haomun members hidden everywhere, waiting to quell the spectators’ chaos.

 

Of course, it was because of Hoyeol.

 

Her order to prepare just in case.

 

An additional order given besides the command to block Gong-ryeong County.

 

It fit perfectly.

 

Well, this wasn’t the first or second time, so it wasn’t surprising.

 

“How far will she go to help him, really. This is quite remarkable too.”

 

Moving for just one person was truly remarkable.

 

There had never been such a case before.

 

He could understand why she liked him.

 

But what exactly did she see in that man to help him like this?

 

“…Considering his ridiculous martial prowess for someone called a blacksmith, he’s certainly an extraordinary person.”

 

Looking at his actions, he seemed like a ruffian yet moved exactly according to his own plans.

 

Acting arbitrarily while showing no one around, yet employing meticulous schemes that even gods and ghosts couldn’t fathom.

 

Wasn’t such a person exactly the type one should be most careful of in the Martial Arts World?

 

“Hmm. Thinking about it that way, I can also understand the reason for helping him.”

 

Well, that’s something sister will handle herself.

 

Thinking deeply about sister’s affairs was truly a headache.

 

‘I’ll just do what I’m told.’

 

Even that alone gets me halfway there.

 

Hosiu shook off his thoughts and moved.

 

“Oh my, what’s a little kid doing in front of me? Come on, follow uncle. Let’s go to a safe place away from the scary Blood Cult followers.”

 

“Ah, uncle has narrow eyes too! Are you a Blood Cult follower!?”

 

“No way!”

 

* * *

 

“Young Master Namgung Cheon-gang, are you alright!”

 

Namgung Sohye hurriedly climbed up to the arena.

 

“Yes, yes. I’m fine. I think I’ll feel better after resting a bit.”

 

Phew.

 

I’m alive.

 

Namgung Cheon-gang felt more relieved at his ally’s appearance.

 

‘One way or another.’

 

Feeling relieved, his knees naturally gave way.

 

As he collapsed with a thud.

 

“Young Master Namgung Cheon-gang!”

 

Namgung Sohye became even more alarmed.

 

She grabbed both his shoulders and pressed her forehead against his.

 

“My, my internal energy ran out and I’m feeling weak! It’s, it’s nothing serious!”

 

His words came out stuttering in surprise.

 

His heart was pounding.

 

No, why did you suddenly press your forehead against mine?

 

Are you trying to make my heart explode?

 

You startled me!

 

“Ah, that’s a relief. I’m sorry if I surprised you.”

 

“No, not at all. Rather, thank you for worrying about me. But, um, why the forehead?”

 

“Your face was flushed and you seemed to have lost all your strength, so I wondered if you had a fever and pressed my forehead against yours.”

 

“Isn’t that… something you do when someone catches a cold and is bedridden?”

 

“Ah.”

 

That’s right.

 

Namgung Sohye finally realized.

 

She must have been too flustered to think straight.

 

Her face gradually turned red like a tomato.

 

“I, I, no… uh, I mean…”

 

Her words were also flustered.

 

Even his words are flustered and jumbled.

 

‘How cute.’

 

A person who was pure, pretty, and like a proud cat blushing and flustering around couldn’t help but be adorable.

 

But if he stared at her with satisfaction, he might look foolish.

 

“That’s understandable. When I see people who’ve collapsed from exhaustion, they look like they have a cold, so I’ve often put my hand to their foreheads.”

 

“I-Is that so? I mean, is that right?”

 

“Yes. Rather, I’m grateful that you were concerned about me.”

 

“…Young Master Namgung Cheon-gang is truly a kind person.”

 

“Haha. Thank you for saying that. And Lady Namgung Sohye is an even kinder person than I am.”

 

“Young Master Namgung Cheon-gang…”

 

“Yes?”

 

Huh?

 

What?

 

A strange atmosphere was flowing.

 

Instead of the clashing sounds of swords,

 

If it had been the boisterous voices of people excited about a festival.

 

If the bursting blue and red energies weren’t the clash of martial arts,

 

But fireworks decorating the sky.

 

If this wasn’t a life-or-death battle between Blood Cult followers and Namgung warriors,

 

But people gathered to enjoy a festival, holding hands and laughing together.

 

This strange situation would have turned beautiful, wouldn’t it?

 

But that’s not the situation we’re in.

 

Get it together, Namgung Cheon-gang!

 

“Ahem, ahem.”

 

It wasn’t something only he needed to snap out of.

 

Namgung Cheon-gang cleared his throat, bringing Namgung Sohye back to her senses too.

 

With a gasp, Namgung Sohye finally came back to reality.

 

Now her face had gone beyond sunset red.

 

Whether she didn’t want to show it.

 

Or was too embarrassed to say anything.

 

She spun around, drew her sword, and took a defensive stance.

 

A desperate action to eliminate her embarrassment.

 

‘Let’s pretend not to notice. She might explode if I do something wrong.’

 

It would be trouble if he acknowledged it.

 

‘Anyway, we’ve escaped the immediate crisis.’

 

There were definitely Blood Cult followers.

 

Not just one, but three in total.

 

Severed limbs and meridians, farewell now.

 

Never come back.

 

‘But seeing him fight evenly with Lord Namgung Cheonggi, that Blood Cult bastard was peak-level too.’

 

And the other two seemed to have similar skills to Yo Kyeong, the Blood Cult follower.

 

They were fighting evenly against fifty Namgung Family warriors.

 

The total number of Namgung Jeonggeomdan was one hundred.

 

Where were the remaining fifty?

 

‘They must be evacuating civilians to calm the chaos in the spectator seats. Inside and outside. But Haomun is unexpected.’

 

He had only asked them to prevent those rats from escaping.

 

He didn’t expect them to help calm the chaos like this.

 

‘Well, it’s better than nothing. I never thought I’d owe Haomun a debt in various ways.’

 

Completely unexpectedly.

 

Next time he helped them, he’d have to add interest.

 

For now, he needed to focus on catching the Blood Cult followers.

 

‘Well, I say focus, but…’

 

What could a blacksmith with premature internal energy do to help?

 

Just getting this far was doing everything he could.

 

Also, dealing with his trembling body was the priority right now.

 

He didn’t even have the strength to lift the Black Coal Life-Saving Jujube.

 

If he tried to move to help, he’d only get in the way.

 

‘I should recover my internal energy in case of any unforeseen crisis.’

 

Not the Cheonloe Jaewang Singong.

 

How could he circulate the Cheonloe Jaewang Singong when Namgung Sohye, a direct bloodline of the Namgung Family, was right in front of him?

 

Even though the Master had caught him and tacitly given permission.

 

Being careful couldn’t hurt.

 

‘Let’s recover internal energy with the. It should be fine since the Hebei Peng Family isn’t here.’

 

So he sat cross-legged.

 

Just as he was about to circulate his martial arts to recover his body.

 

‘Hm?’

 

Something suspicious caught Namgung Cheon-gang’s eye.

 

‘Those Blood Cult bastards. Something’s strange.’

 

The weapons they were using.

 

They didn’t seem to be their own weapons.

 

How should he put it?

 

Like how he felt awkward without blacksmithing or crafting tools.

 

‘What? Do they have titles like Iron Prodigy too?’

 

As if that were possible.

 

If something was strange, he just needed to check.

 

‘Insight activate!’

 

Whirrr!

 

As expected.

 

Those bastards.

 

The weapons they were using now weren’t their main weapons.

 

In other words, they were fighting the Namgung warriors with false bravado!

 

If enemies revealed their hidden skills in a focused battle?

 

Naturally, it would be dangerous for their side.

 

He absolutely couldn’t let that happen.

 

He had to help.

 

How?

 

By preventing the enemies from revealing their hidden skills!

 

Namgung Cheon-gang circulated the very briefly, recovering about 0.1 percent of his internal energy.

 

Then he put that recovered internal energy into his voice and shouted so the heavens rang.

 

“Everyone in Namgung Jeonggeomdan!! They’re hiding 20, no 30 percent of their skills!”

 

“That Blood Cult bastard Yeom Hyeol-pae’s main weapon isn’t the great sword! That son of a bitch! His main weapons are twin swords! It seems like the great sword is made of twin swords, so be careful!”

 

“That guy called Mu-myeong’s main weapon is a spear! It looks like he’s disguised it as a staff, but he’ll probably use spear techniques soon!! Prepare for spear techniques!!”

 

His body couldn’t move.

 

But his mouth was alive.

 

Wouldn’t it be enough to shout out what the Blood Cult followers’ main weapons were?

 

“Oh, that Yo Kyeong bastard really uses a great sword, so don’t worry about him, and finish him off, Lord Namgung Cheonggi!”

 

Go Namgung Family!

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