My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 8

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8.

Each time he answered that there wasn’t any, but when the sixth question was thrown at him, Seol Mujin flared his nostrils.

It was a scent.

The refreshing fragrance that pierced through the musty underground smell was impossible not to notice.

“I think there is some! Please lower me down a little more!”

Seol Mujin’s grip as he shouted had turned white from the strain.

Holding on with just one hand gripping the rope was no easy task.

Seol Mujin, who had been examining the vertical cave by lowering the fire tongs downward, finally discovered the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass.

Im Seongon’s words that he would know it when he saw it were not wrong.

There was a wild strawberry-like fruit in the center, and the stems that spread out in all directions like orchid leaves numbered exactly nine.

But it wasn’t just one root.

Two roots of Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass were positioned with a span’s distance between them.

“Did you find it?”

“Yes!”

“Be careful not to let the fire touch it!”

As Seol Mujin slowly descended, the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass came to his chest level.

“Stop!”

When the descent stopped, Seol Mujin pressed both soles of his feet against the wall and pushed.

Then his back was fixed against the opposite wall.

Now, to harvest the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass, he would need to use both hands.

He tried to hold the fire tongs in his mouth but immediately gave up.

The light would block his vision and the heat would completely burn his face.

After confirming the location of the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass, Seol Mujin threw the fire tongs.

Clang! Clang!

The fire tongs struck the wall and fell for a long time before disappearing into the darkness.

‘If I fall, I’ll definitely die.’

When Seol Mujin let go of the rope, Im Seongon’s startled voice could be heard.

“Are you there?”

“Yes! I need to harvest the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass!”

Seol Mujin drew the knife from his waist and leaned forward to feel around the wall.

Moisture-laden stone and rough moss brushed against his fingers.

When he moved his hand to the left, he touched the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass.

The texture felt like fine silk.

Seol Mujin fumbled as he moved his hand downward.

He felt the part where the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass met the rock.

To avoid falling, he pushed against the wall with his legs and bent his waist, causing pain in his hip bone area.

Seol Mujin closed his eyes and carefully moved the knife while visualizing the shape of the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass in his mind.

Scrape!

The sound of the blade scraping against rock could be heard faintly.

Doing anything while unable to see was more difficult than expected.

Despite the cool chill of the underground, sweat flowed from his forehead and dripped down his nose.

Scrape! Scrape!

Only the sound of the blade grinding against rock filled the space.

And finally, the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass fell with a thud.

Seol Mujin carefully placed the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass in his pouch and moved his hand to the left.

Having done it once, the second time was somewhat easier.

After digging up both roots, Seol Mujin stuck his knife into his waistband and grabbed the rope.

“I got them!”

“Really?”

“Yes! Hurry and pull me up!”

Im Seongon pulled on the rope.

Seol Mujin’s swaying back scraped against the wall, causing a stinging pain.

His arms holding the rope trembled violently and the strength in his fingers gradually weakened.

“Ugh…”

He gritted his teeth so hard that a groan escaped involuntarily.

“Hurry… pull me up!”

When Seol Mujin shouted, the speed of his ascent increased.

The pitch-black darkness was pushed back about a span by the moonlight entering through the hole.

Im Seongon’s voice could be heard from above his head.

“The Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass! Give it to me quickly!”

“You need to pull me up first!”

“The Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass!”

“If I let go to take it out, I’ll fall!”

“Damn it!”

After cursing, Im Seongon exerted force and Seol Mujin’s head popped up above the hole.

Im Seongon grabbed Seol Mujin by the back of his neck and pulled him out.

Im Seongon shouted at Seol Mujin, who was lying on the ground breathing heavily.

“The Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass!”

Seol Mujin struggled to raise his upper body and asked.

“The Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass… can you just feed it to him directly?”

“Stupid talk! All spiritual herbs are also poisonous herbs! You need to mix neutralizing medicinal ingredients! Hurry and give it to me!”

Seol Mujin took out one root of Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass from his pouch and handed it over.

“Please save Changho quickly.”

Im Seongon looked at the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass in his palm and let out a laugh.

“Hehehe… This has finally come into my hands. Hehehe…”

“Please save Changho quickly.”

The smile disappeared from Im Seongon’s lips as he looked at Seol Mujin.

“Use such an ancient spiritual medicine to save a mere orphan? You fool!”

“What… what do you mean?”

“Your brother is going to die before he even gets down the mountain anyway.”

“You promised to save him!”

“A promise? A worthless promise, what’s that supposed to mean.”

Im Seongon put the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass into the black box he had prepared.

“Originally I should Kill and Destroy, but I’ll specially let you live. Hehehe…”

Seol Mujin asked Im Seongon, who was about to turn around.

“Will you really die if you just eat the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass? Is that why you won’t treat Changho?”

Im Seongon shrugged his shoulders.

“If you’re lucky, you might survive. Of course, your brother won’t have that kind of luck.”

Im Seongon turned around and walked away, and Seol Mujin just watched him go.

Im Seongon, who had been walking down the slope path for about a zhang, stopped.

“Sniff sniff! That’s strange. I definitely put the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass in the box, so why is the smell of Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass still so strong?”

Following the scent, Im Seongon turned his head and approached Seol Mujin while sniffing.

Seol Mujin stepped backward as much as Im Seongon approached.

Im Seongon’s face twisted viciously.

“The little brat deceived me.”

“De-deceived you?”

“It wasn’t one root but two roots. Isn’t that right?”

“No!”

“No? If I catch you and search you, I’ll find out.”

Im Seongon ran toward Seol Mujin.

Seol Mujin, exhausted to the limit, wouldn’t be able to get far even if he tried to run away.

Seol Mujin went to the hole he had come out of and took out the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass.

“Stop! Or I’ll throw this away!”

Im Seongon, startled, stopped walking.

“You crazy bastard! Are you dying to get killed!”

Seol Mujin loosened his fingers as if he would throw it away at any moment.

“Stop!”

“You already took one root! So just give me this one!”

“Do you know how much that’s worth! Just selling that could feed three generations! You want to use something like that to save some orphan brat? He’s not even your real brother!”

“Changho is my brother!”

“Hand it over while I’m asking nicely. If you don’t want to die.”

Seol Mujin firmly shook his head.

“Stupid fool!”

Im Seongon, who had been stamping his feet, turned his gaze to the children.

A sinister smile appeared on Im Seongon’s lips.

“You said you need the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass to save your brother, right? If there’s no brother to save, then you won’t need it either?”

Im Seongon approached the basket.

Seol Mujin shouted urgently.

“What are you trying to do! They’re children! Children!”

“If you don’t hand over the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass right now, I’ll kill all those kids.”

If he gave away the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass, he wouldn’t be able to save Seol Changho.

But if he didn’t give the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass, all three children would die.

Seol Mujin, looking at the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass in his hand, muttered.

“Living with good people made me forget. How many bad people there are in this world. You can never have this.”

Seol Mujin pushed the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass into his mouth.

“St-stop! You bastard!”

Im Seongon rushed toward Seol Mujin.

Seol Mujin’s Adam’s apple moved greatly as he chewed the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass with crunching sounds.

“I ate it all.”

As soon as those words ended, Im Seongon pounced on Seol Mujin.

Im Seongon, sitting on top of Seol Mujin, strangled his neck.

“Spit it out! Spit it out!”

“Urgh—! It’s… too late…”

“Damn bastard! I’ll cut open your belly and take it out!”

Blue veins bulged on Im Seongon’s forearm, and Seol Mujin’s complexion gradually turned pale.

Then suddenly, with a thud! sound, a scream burst from Im Seongon’s mouth.

“Urgh!”

“You bastard! Die!”

Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Mantong took turns striking Im Seongon’s head with stones.

But their strength, weakened to less than that of ordinary four-year-olds, couldn’t bring down Im Seongon.

“These little brats!”

Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Mantong were sent flying by Im Seongon’s carelessly swung arm.

Im Seongon threw away his bothersome bundle and grabbed a stone in his hand.

“I’ll show you how to crack heads. Hehehe…”

Im Seongon approached the children with a maniacal laugh.

Seol Ryeoseon, who had quickly gotten up and was backing away, tripped over a stone and fell on her bottom.

Seol Mantong, who couldn’t even stand up, could only stare at Im Seongon.

“Hyaaah—!”

Seol Mujin shouted and pounced on Im Seongon.

Lowering his stance and ramming his waist with his shoulder, Im Seongon lost his balance and staggered sideways.

Then he caught on a rock, and that rock happened to be Buttocks Rock.

“Whoa…”

Im Seongon spun around, went over Buttocks Rock, and fell head first.

The place where he fell happened to be that hole.

As Im Seongon, with his head stuck in the hole, struggled, the surrounding dirt crumbled with a squelch!

“G-get me out!”

The more he flailed, the faster the dirt crumbled, and eventually it swallowed Im Seongon completely.

“Aaaaah—!”

A long scream echoed down into the Hole before suddenly stopping.

It seemed he got caught in the narrow part in the middle.

“Save me… save me! Rope! Rope!”

The voice came from quite far below.

Since he had fallen headfirst, there was absolutely no way he could get out on his own.

Seol Mujin picked up the rope that had fallen to the ground.

“Are you going to save him?”

When Seol Mujin stood in front of the Hole, Seol Ryeoseon asked.

“I have no intention of being a fool.”

Seol Mujin threw the rope into the Hole.

Muttering, ‘Someone might save him.’

‘Hmm! I like that.’

Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Mantong looked at each other and nodded.

“Changho!”

Seol Mujin took Seol Changho out of the Basket.

Fortunately, he hadn’t stopped breathing yet.

Seol Mujin pounded his own chest repeatedly.

“What are you doing?”

“What I learned from the Performance Troupe wasn’t just Thievery and Pickpocketing.”

The Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass that had been stuck in his throat slowly came up.

As he moved his uvula little by little, the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass was held in his mouth in a crushed form.

Seol Mujin opened Seol Changho’s mouth and pushed the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass in with his tongue.

The Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass, now almost in liquid form, slid down Seol Changho’s airway.

Though he tried to feed as much as possible to Seol Changho, Seol Mujin ended up consuming nearly half of it.

The Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass was said to be both a spiritual herb and a poisonous plant.

So perhaps both of them might die right here.

Even so, Seol Mujin didn’t hesitate.

The desperation that overwhelmed Seol Mujin was so immense that he could ignore his own life.

The effects of the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass appeared quickly.

“Uuugh…”

The first thing he felt was a terrible cold.

It felt like falling naked into the Ice Lake.

Not only Seol Mujin, but Seol Changho’s complexion also turned pale.

“Changho… Changho…”

Seol Mujin, who was more worried about Seol Changho’s well-being than his own, soon lost consciousness.

“Ryeoseon. What should we do?”

Unlike Seol Mantong who could only stomp his feet anxiously, Seol Ryeoseon immediately thought of what she needed to do.

“We passed the third level of the Heavenly Demon Blood Flame Art.”

“That’s right.”

“Then let’s try it.”

Seol Ryeoseon took out the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass from Im Seongon’s bundle.

“You want us to eat that?”

“With the Heavenly Demon Blood Flame Art and the efficacy of the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass, we should be able to create this much internal energy.”

“That’s only if we were in normal condition. We’re kids right now. We could die the moment we eat it.”

“Damn it! Then are we just going to watch those two die?”

“I absolutely can’t watch them die. Give it here.”

Seol Ryeoseon split the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass in half as she spoke.

“After we build up our internal energy, we need to perform acupoint circulation on Changho and Mujin.”

“At best we’ll have this much internal energy, and acupoint circulation at that. It’s going to be close.”

“Either we all live together or we all die together.”

They stuffed the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass into their mouths in one bite.

As they sat on the rock and assumed the lotus position, cold energy rushed in.

Their jaws trembled violently and their minds went blank.

The Heavenly Demon Blood Flame Art incantations that had been as natural as breathing wouldn’t come to mind.

‘I won’t die here!’

Seol Ryeoseon believed that.

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