The Reformed Genius of the Sichuan Tang Clan - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47
The path leading away from Jamwolsa to another location saw few travelers, and the rough terrain overgrown with trees so dense they blotted out the sky gave off an eerie, desolate air.
But Dang Yoohyun pressed forward with untroubled composure.
Whiiiiiiii—.
The sound of the wind had changed.
Tseeeeeee—.
Even the birdsong seemed unnatural.
Something felt wrong.
‘Someone’s there.’
Thud. Thud.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
With each step he took, another’s footfalls shadowed his own.
‘As expected—they picked me up right away.’
No sound. No shadow.
Yet instinct spoke clearly.
Someone was chasing him.
‘Stop or keep going. That is the question.’
If he halted now, he could shake off this tail and regain freedom of movement.
But he couldn’t ignore the risk of stumbling into something far worse while trying to shed it.
‘Yet going on like this leaves me uneasy…….’
Dang Yoohyun calculated the gains and losses, pretending to survey the path.
“…….”
He did not stop. He pressed ahead.
‘If they’re only here to watch, there’s no need to engage them now.’
The situation at the marked location was unknown.
There was no point in wasting strength.
‘If our purposes align, I can deal with them when they move. No harm in that.’
Wasn’t this strength cultivated for precisely such moments?
Dang Yoohyun walked toward his objective, his nameless pursuer trailing alongside in silence.
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Half a day’s further walk from Jamwolsa, where he had met Moo-o, revealed a small pile of stones in an otherwise barren clearing.
“Hmm?”
Stones on rough mountain paths were unremarkable, but a solitary heap of rocks—not even a cairn—standing alone in an overgrown clearing seemed decidedly odd.
Dang Yoohyun approached and began to excavate the pile.
As the upper portion gave way, a rectangular object became visible beneath.
‘Just as I thought.’
Such traces could only be explained by someone hastily concealing something.
Continuing to dig revealed a metal box secured with a sturdy lock.
‘Not wood, but a mother-of-pearl box?’
By his usual nature, he would have simply smashed it open.
But the quality of the material gave him pause.
“Well, caution does no harm.”
Dang Yoohyun extended his Internal Energy around the mother-of-pearl box, examining its interior.
‘It’s built so it cannot be opened without a key. And the structure is such that any major external impact would shatter the box itself……. Whoever designed this was truly cunning.’
A simple box that taught the lesson that force alone was not the measure of all things.
Only Daoist scholars like those from the Demon Cult or Fire Mountain would pull such a trick.
‘Fire Mountain aside, the Dang Family hasn’t had active dealings with the Demon Cult. Seems the Dang Family possessed a remarkable scholar after all.’
Or perhaps this box didn’t come from the Dang Family at all.
‘I’ll head back to the Dang Family estate and examine it more carefully.’
The moment Dang Yoohyun rose with the mother-of-pearl box in hand,
sounds of movement erupted from all directions, and multiple martial artists surrounded him.
All were armed with swords, curved blades, spears, and other weapons.
By their appearance and armaments, it was clear they were no Orthodox Faction martial artists.
“So you’ve been shadowing me this whole time, and only now you show your faces. How pathetic. Do you brutes know no shame?”
“The shame you speak of is merely the righteous pride of the Orthodox masters—is it not?”
One of the martial artists sneered back.
Dang Yoohyun let out a soft laugh and swept his eyes over the surrounding figures.
Fifteen adversaries in total.
All wore insignia belts at their waists.
The emblems matched those of the men who had attacked the Man Poong Trading Company before.
But there was one difference: instead of a character for human fire, the character for flame was written clearly in red.
‘So the Yeom Faction was behind this.’
Operating from Daejuk near Daljoo as their base, they must have seen the Dang Family’s expansion from Seongdo outward toward the outskirts of Sacheon as a threat.
In the Orthodox Faction, one showed no mercy to rivals.
“Well met, fellow martial artist.”
The warrior facing Dang Yoohyun spoke first.
“Hand over that Mother-of-Pearl Box, and I’ll let you leave unharmed.”
“If you meant to let me go, you wouldn’t have shown yourselves in the first place.”
Dang Yoohyun slipped his hand into his sleeve.
At the same moment, the Yeom Faction warriors drew their weapons in unison and lowered their stances, ready to strike at any instant.
A tense silence, neither side moving first.
It was Dang Yoohyun who broke the stillness.
Whirrr-whirrr-whirrr-whirrr-whirrr-whirrr!
Dang Yoohyun spun in a full circle, scattering Poison Needles in all directions.
The situation was one against many.
It was difficult to handle them individually.
If even one of them pressed their advantage while he dealt with another, the disadvantage would be Dang Yoohyun’s to bear.
“Ugh!”
“Aaaaagh!”
The scattered Poison Needles struck wherever they could—eyes, throats, limbs—without discrimination.
Those struck in the eyes writhed in agony, as if their sight were burning away.
They would lose their vision entirely soon enough, making any real combat impossible.
But that was all.
The murderous intent surrounding Dang Yoohyun did not change.
Instead, they paired off in twos and threes, throwing themselves at him.
“How dare you touch the Yeom Faction! Take this!”
“Haaagh!”
“Die!”
‘The poison isn’t working?’
Dang Yoohyun was momentarily stunned, but he recovered quickly and countered with a Flying Dagger.
The Dang Family’s poison could not have been flawed.
It was poison born from research and experimentation at the Man Dok Jeon, properly distributed.
And it could not be that he had carelessly allowed someone to sabotage him through negligent maintenance.
From the moment he awoke in this body, he had serviced them three or four times a day.
That left only one possibility.
“They’ve already taken an Antidote.”
Someone had leaked that Dang Yoohyun would be coming here.
And the Yeom Faction, intending to kill him, had ingested an Antidote beforehand to build immunity before battle.
‘Has someone hired my death?’
No clear suspect came to mind.
Even if one had, there was no one of sufficient standing to involve the Unorthodox Faction.
Seon-u Yun?
The child who regarded him as a benefactor would never put him in danger merely because he had entered the Haomun.
The opposition faction within the Council of Elders?
Those who took pride in the Orthodox Faction and conducted themselves with such scrupulousness would never drag the Unorthodox Faction into their own affairs.
‘So it’s either a personal grudge, or the target is this Mother-of-Pearl Box itself……’
Slash!
A sharp blade gleamed past, grazing Dang Yoohyun’s arm.
They had thrust in while he was lost in thought.
Had it not been for the reflexes honed on countless battlefields, he might have lost an arm.
‘One moment of carelessness and I’m dead.’
Dang Yoohyun swallowed hard, tension flooding through him.
His opponents had no intention of letting him leave in one piece.
Whether it was mystery or revenge, such thoughts could wait—first, he had to survive this.
Dang Yoohyun’s hands moved swiftly, deploying the Linked Ten Daggers.
Normally, ten Flying Daggers targeting a single opponent’s vital points—muscles, joints, arteries, and the like.
But facing many enemies now, he had to throw with the intent to kill each opponent outright in one strike.
Whirrr-whirrr-whirrr-whirrr-whirrr-whirrr!
Ten Flying Daggers tore through the air, leaving trails of silver light.
“Agh!”
“Aaaaarrrghhh!”
“Ugh!”
Those who took fatal blows—through the forehead, the heart, the throat—expired without even attempting a counterattack.
Yet because he’d unleashed his assault with only a handful of Flying Daggers, several enemies managed to bat them aside or slip past them lightly.
‘I can’t let them mount a counteroffensive like this!’
One key to ending combat swiftly is never giving your opponent the chance to respond.
The Yeom Faction’s fighters were each First Class masters at minimum, some reaching the Absolute Peak.
No matter how far Dang Yoohyun had ascended to Peak Master, fighting alone against such numbers was beyond reason.
Dang Yoohyun retrieved his daggers and immediately channeled his Internal Energy into a fresh volley.
Whiiiishhh!
Five Flying Daggers hurtled forth at different speeds—the Five Thunder Linked Chain.
One streaked in a straight line, swift and relentless; another moved slowly yet with savage precision; a third spun so rapidly it churned the air itself.
Five shards of light tore through the void with a shriek that split the ear.
Clang! Clang! Claaang!
“Hmm. Impressive enough.”
Some struck true.
But those bearing the Martial Prowess of the Peak Master brushed his attacks aside with ease.
He waited for poison to accumulate in their bodies, scattered poisoned sand, retrieved his daggers to throw again—yet their numbers never dwindled.
“For one who came to fame so late, your Martial Prowess is formidable. Though it hardly compares to ours. Khahahahaha!”
Peng Cheolgu, wielding the massive blade called the Wild Wolf Saber, burst into loud laughter.
‘Damn it! If my body just moved like it used to!’
Dang Yoohyun gritted his teeth.
While his opponent remained at ease, his own body raced toward its limit.
He knew how to escape this crisis.
He could abandon the Mother-of-Pearl Box.
But something whispered that this box held secrets, and he couldn’t bring himself to let it go.
Wouldn’t let it go.
Dang Yoohyun drew deeper on his Internal Energy and unleashed a rapid volley of Flying Daggers.
Yet his failing body was driven steadily backward.
Thud.
A massive boulder struck Dang Yoohyun’s back.
A dead end with nowhere left to retreat.
No time to recover the distant daggers.
Peng Cheolgu leveled his saber at Dang Yoohyun and spoke.
“Your final chance. Surrender the Mother-of-Pearl Box, or surrender your life. Choose.”
Dang Yoohyun twisted his mouth into a smile.
“That’s a joke. You’re absolutely determined to kill me no matter which I pick.”
His hand reached to the Moon Shadow Sword at his belt.
“But here’s the thing—I’ve no intention of giving up either.”
Shhhhring.
As if answering his will, the blade trembled ever so faintly.
“Seems I’m not fated to die here after all.”
Sacheon Dang Family Prodigy: Reformed from Evil
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