My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 101

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101.

Judging by how his face turned slightly red, he seemed to have some shame.

Whether Hwang Unhwa drank or womanized was his personal business, so it wasn’t Seol Mujin’s concern.

However, it was problematic that Hwang Unhwa, who had fallen from grace—no, severed ties with the Buddhist sect—was here in Jinan, and at Yeonji-ru of all places.

He would continue to be entangled with Seol Mujin.

“What business brings you to Jinan?”

Hwang Unhwa answered with an expression that suggested he was asking something obvious.

“I came because you’re here. Why else would I come?”

“Do you have business with me?”

“I’m starting to think your words might be right.”

“What words of mine…?”

“Your words about individual demon-slaying having limits. Actually, I destroyed two mountain fortresses on my way here. But when I destroy two, four more spring up—that’s the reality of the current Central Plains. My individual strength has limits in saving good people.”

“So?”

Hwang Unhwa asked seriously.

“Are you planning to make the Third Prince emperor?”

Seol Mujin hesitated briefly before speaking.

“What ability do I have to make emperors as I please? I’m merely doing my best.”

“You must judge the Third Prince to be decent material?”

“I haven’t met other imperial relatives to compare, but he seems like a good person.”

“Could I meet him?”

Hwang Unhwa wanted to evaluate the Third Prince with his own eyes.

Since Ju Cheonmyeong was here, arranging a meeting wouldn’t be difficult.

But Seol Mujin worried about how Hwang Unhwa would treat Ju Cheonmyeong.

One was Shaolin Temple’s former sect leader and the current greatest master under heaven.

Ju Cheonmyeong held the supreme status that could be explained by his imperial lineage alone.

Would the current greatest master, well over a hundred years old, bow his head simply because of imperial status?

Could Ju Cheonmyeong accept the stiff-necked Hwang Unhwa with understanding?

If he put the two together, there seemed to be a ninety percent chance of poor results.

“Must you meet him?”

“It’s not that I don’t trust your judgment.”

“It’s not that… Imperial relatives place great importance on etiquette.”

Hwang Unhwa said with a smile.

“That’s fortunate. He must understand proper respect for elders.”

That’s not what I meant, old man!

“When can I meet the Third Prince?”

Just then, Ju Cheonmyeong’s voice was heard.

“You’re still here and haven’t left. You must want to have daytime drinks with me after all?”

Seol Mujin quickly closed the door.

It was purely instinctive movement.

“Let’s skip the drinks and take a walk instead.”

First, he had to separate him from Bongwon Daesa—no, Hwang Unhwa.

“Two men taking a walk? You have quite strange hobbies. I’ll have to decline that…”

Creak—!

The door Seol Mujin had closed opened.

Ju Cheonmyeong, who happened to be passing by the door, met eyes with Hwang Unhwa.

When Seol Mujin quietly moved to close the door, it wouldn’t budge.

Hwang Unhwa was holding the door.

Even in this situation, Hwang Unhwa was staring intently at Ju Cheonmyeong.

“This old man seems to have business with me. Do you know him?”

“I don’t know him well, and he’s someone I don’t need to know.”

Seol Mujin omitted the subject “Your Highness” from the middle.

“Hmm.”

Hwang Unhwa made a nasal sound.

Then he pointed his finger at Ju Cheonmyeong.

“Looking at him, Seol Podoo, that must be the person you mentioned.”

He was perceptive enough not to say “Third Prince.”

But if he had such perception, he shouldn’t point fingers either!

Ju Cheonmyeong also pointed his finger at Hwang Unhwa.

“Who is that old man to point his finger at me?”

The urge to smack away both men’s fingers pointing at each other stirred within him.

“Let’s just let it pass today. I’ll arrange for you two to meet later.”

Ju Cheonmyeong said.

“From the situation, that old man seems to know me, but I don’t know him, so I feel like I’m at a disadvantage.”

How nice to be so perceptive.

Seol Mujin smacked Hwang Unhwa’s hand off the door and roughly slammed it shut.

Then he dragged Ju Cheonmyeong’s arm and left the building.

“Who is that old man?”

Since Hwang Unhwa seemed to have made up his mind, it seemed okay to tell Ju Cheonmyeong.

“The greatest master under heaven.”

“Huh?”

“The strongest person in the world right now.”

Ju Cheonmyeong still looked like he couldn’t understand.

“How do you know that? Did he fight everyone in the world?”

“Do you need to taste something to know if it’s shit or soybean paste? Your Highness should just know it that way.”

“I’m curious how strong he is.”

“Don’t have useless curiosity either.”

“Have him fight my bodyguard… Huh? Why is Jang Houi still not…”

Crash!

Suddenly someone smashed through the second-floor window facing outside and fell.

Thud!

The person who fell like a sandbag was Jang Houi, one of Ju Cheonmyeong’s bodyguards.

Startled, Seol Mujin checked Jang Houi’s pulse and sighed in relief.

“At least he’s not dead.”

Hwang Unhwa’s voice came from overhead.

“Is that fellow alright?”

Looking up, he could see Hwang Unhwa peeking out through the window.

“What did you do?”

“He suddenly attacked, so I reflexively… He’s not dead, is he?”

Seol Mujin raised Jang Houi’s upper body, placed his palm on his back, and stimulated his meridians with internal energy.

“Gasp!”

Jang Houi, who regained consciousness, jumped up.

He reached behind his back while looking around, but there was no enemy and no sword to grab.

Whoosh—. Thunk!

“Eek!”

The sword Hwang Unhwa threw fell and stuck near Jang Houi’s feet.

Jang Houi, gripping his sword, blocked the front as if protecting Ju Cheonmyeong.

Ju Cheonmyeong poked the back of such Jang Houi.

“I say.”

Startled, Jang Houi answered respectfully.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“What happened?”

Bodyguard Jang’s face turned slightly red as he rolled his eyes, recalling the past.

As Seol Mujin thought, ‘There are many people feeling embarrassed today,’ Bodyguard Jang spoke.

“An uncontrollable competitive spirit paralyzed my reason. I apologize.”

“Competitive spirit?”

Bodyguard Jang’s gaze turned toward the second floor, but Hwang Unhwa was nowhere to be seen.

Ju Cheonmyeong said.

“I’m a novice when it comes to martial arts, but it seems like you were defeated without even properly using your hands once?”

Bodyguard Jang could only bite his lips tightly without being able to answer.

Fresh embarrassment washed over him, turning his face red like a ripe persimmon.

Ju Cheonmyeong patted Bodyguard Jang’s shoulder comfortingly.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. The person you just faced is the world’s greatest master.”

That gentleman acts like he knows everything when he knows nothing.

“What? That old man just now is the world’s greatest master?”

“Otherwise, there’s no way you would have been defeated so helplessly.”

Bodyguard Jang shook his head.

“No. The current world’s greatest master is likely one of the sect leaders of the Nine Great Sects. Most likely, it would be the abbot of Shaolin Temple. But even the Shaolin abbot couldn’t subdue me so simply. That old man isn’t the Shaolin abbot either.”

“If he’s much stronger than that Shaolin abbot, then he’s definitely the world’s greatest master.”

“Ah! I see!”

Usually, he never said a word and just followed behind Ju Cheonmyeong, so I thought he was just a taciturn bodyguard.

I could only guess he was quite a skilled master from the energy he emanated.

But seeing him today.

‘Isn’t he a bit lacking?’

I was slightly worried.

Ju Cheonmyeong pointed at Seol Mujin.

“Seol Podoo seems to know him well, so ask him.”

Goodness, what unnecessary talk!

Seol Mujin quickly shook his head.

“Bodyguard Jang doesn’t need to know.”

“If there’s such a master around Your Highness, the bodyguard must know.”

“You know the saying ‘If you don’t like the temple, the monk should leave,’ right?”

“Is that old man a monk?”

“In this case, Third Prince Your Highness is the monk.”

“Why are you trying to shave my head?”

“If that old man makes you uneasy, Third Prince Your Highness can just go to Beijing. Simple, right?”

Bodyguard Jang, who showed an expression of understanding, looked at Ju Cheonmyeong.

The question ‘Will you leave?’ was contained in his eyes.

“It’s fine. If the world’s greatest master wanted to kill me, he would have already made his move.”

After saying that, he shuffled out of Yeonji-ru, and Bodyguard Jang quickly followed behind.

“Why did that gentleman chase all the way here? How bothersome.”

Seol Mujin glared at where Hwang Unhwa was and headed home.

As he opened the main gate of his home after a long time, he heard a sharp voice.

“In Wolhabongmu, you need to relax your shoulders and wrists more! Why are you trying to execute it with force when you have no strength!”

It was Hwa Yeonshim’s voice.

Even though it was his own house, Seol Mujin peeked his head over the gate like he was eavesdropping.

Training was in full swing in the spacious courtyard.

Hwa Yeonshim stood holding a staff, and across from her, Namgung Hyemin was executing techniques.

Hwa Yeonshim kept chanting to relax, but it’s actually not an easy thing to do.

The reason there’s a maxim that you only become a master when you relax your body is because relaxing is that difficult.

“Yeon Sim is teaching quite well, isn’t she?”

He was startled by Seol Ryeoseon’s voice suddenly heard from below.

“When did you arrive?”

“Just now.”

Seol Mantong pushed open the main gate without reading the mood.

“Let’s go in quickly.”

At the sound of the gate opening, Namgung Hyemin’s training stopped.

Sweat from her forehead dripped down along her scar.

“Oh my! Our cute twins are here!”

As Hwa Yeonshim ran over with a delighted face, Seol Ryeoseon forced a smile.

“H-have you been well?”

“Oh my! Our Ryeoseon’s cheeks have gotten so plump!”

Hwa Yeonshim grabbed both of Seol Ryeoseon’s cheeks and shook them.

Seol Ryeoseon spoke in a voice lower than a mosquito’s wing beat.

“What are you doing right now?”

Her voice was low, but she packed enough anger into it.

Hwa Yeonshim’s responding voice was also low.

“When else would I get to pinch my sister’s cheeks if not now?”

“Don’t risk your life over trivial things.”

“Yes!”

While Hwa Yeonshim was risking her life over trivial things, Seol Mujin approached Namgung Hyemin.

“It looks good.”

Namgung Hyemin, who had instinctively turned her head away, looked back at Seol Mujin.

“My face?”

Her words were so sharp they could cut through diamond.

“Your training.”

“It must look trivial to Seol Podoo.”

“There’s no need to compare yourself to me.”

“Then who should I compare myself to?”

“You just need to defeat your enemies.”

“Enemies?”

“Those who detonated the explosives on the cliff that day are from Seungho Gate.”

Namgung Hyemin was shocked.

“Seungho Gate? That Seungho Gate established by a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple?”

“Yes. You won’t need world-class martial arts to deal with Seungho Gate.”

The fingers of Namgung Hyemin holding her sword turned white.

“Seungho Gate, you say.”

Thorn-like anger protruded from her monologue-like voice.

Seol Mujin said.

“I’ll send messenger birds to the Namgung Family and Hwangbo Family. We’ll decide about attacking Seungho Gate then.”

“There won’t be much time.”

“Probably not.”

Hwa Yeonshim, who had been listening nearby, said.

“The saying that a gentleman’s revenge isn’t late even after ten years… is bullshit, and you need to improve your skills enough to personally cut your enemy’s throat within two months.”

“Miss Hwa is going through a lot of trouble.”

“Ho ho ho! Trouble? There’s a saying that you learn while teaching. Looking at Hwangbo Cheonak, it’s definitely not wrong.”

“Come to think of it, where are the Hwangbo siblings?”

“They went out to buy a wedding gift for Master Ruju.”

Come to think of it, the wedding was the day after tomorrow.

“Have you prepared a gift, Seol Podoo?”

“No.”

He couldn’t think of what to give.

There was no such thing as a gift that could match the grace Hwa Seonhwa had bestowed upon him.

Seol Mujin left behind the words “Then let’s continue with internal energy cultivation” and entered his room.

The triplets scurried in after him.

“Brother, what are you going to do for a gift?”

“That’s right. What does Master Ruju need right now?”

The triplets just looked at each other’s faces.

“Youth?”

Seol Mantong spat out those two words and got smacked on the back of his head.

Seol Mantong said “Let’s see how much money we have first” and opened the wardrobe.

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