My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 87

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87.

“Uncle….”

Jegal Sangpyo asked Namgung Bongseong.

“Will it be enough if Byeongsik apologizes to Sangun?”

“On his knees.”

A bitter smile crossed Jegal Sangpyo’s lips.

“That’s quite an easy way to escape this perilous situation.”

Jegal Byeongsik shouted.

“I’d rather die than kneel before that bastard!”

Smack―!

Jegal Byeongsik, struck across the face by Jegal Sangpyo, collapsed with a thud.

The bandage on his nose fell off and blood trickled down.

“Should the Jegal Family be endangered because of a bastard like you?”

“U-Uncle….”

Jegal Sangpyo, glaring at Jegal Byeongsik, spoke.

“Please tell Seol Podoo that we will do so.”

“You tell him yourself.”

Shortly after, Seol Mujin appeared before them.

It was still unbelievable that he had been defeated by that young Podoo Seol Mujin.

By a Podoo with such a youthful face.

“Byeongsik will apologize to Sangun.”

“Your words are curt.”

Jegal Sangpyo, grinding his teeth, even bowed his head.

“I apologize for our rudeness until now. As soon as we leave here, Byeongsik will kneel and apologize to Sangun.”

Seol Mujin’s gaze turned to Jegal Byeongsik, who was sitting collapsed.

“Can you promise that?”

“I…!”

He could only utter that one word.

If he said more, it seemed like Jegal Sangpyo with his cold stare would kill him.

He really hated it, but it wasn’t worth risking his life over.

“Fine.”

“Your words are curt. You’re someone who can’t learn.”

Jegal Byeongsik, squeezing his eyes shut, opened his mouth with difficulty.

“I understand.”

Seol Mujin turned around and said.

“Come to the Wangho Gang.”

Not long after Seol Mujin disappeared, two Government Officials came and released them.

The Government Official returned their confiscated swords and said.

“Consider yourselves fortunate to have survived after attacking Seol Podoo.”

Jegal Sangpyo asked the Government Official.

“Do you know who we are to say such things?”

“What’s so great about the Jegal Family?”

Jegal Sangpyo was dumbfounded.

Had Seol Mujin become a god in Jinan?

Jegal Sangpyo asked Hwangbo Hunyong as they left the Government Office.

“Brother, did Seol Podoo really kill the Oryongbang leader?”

“My daughter witnessed it, so it’s definitely true.”

“Amazing. He looked like he was barely twenty.”

“He’s nineteen years old.”

“At that age, he killed the Oryongbang leader, one of Shandong Province’s five great masters?”

Namgung Bongseong said.

“Not long ago, he fought my younger brother Cheolsang to a draw. But it seems he was holding back against Cheolsang then.”

Jegal Sangpyo felt a chill run down his spine.

If he had such martial prowess at just nineteen, what kind of monster would he become in ten years, or even five years?

As if reading his thoughts, Namgung Bongseong said.

“Even if Seol Podoo isn’t a Martial Artist now, he can’t remain a Podoo forever. Perhaps he might enter the Murim. When that time comes, who could possibly handle Seol Podoo?”

No matter how outstanding a talent might be, at nineteen, they should still show immaturity.

Only at twenty-five do they finally gain experience and begin to understand martial arts.

Occasionally, when someone shows prominence at a young age, they’re called a genius.

But had there ever been a Martial Artist who displayed martial prowess like Seol Mujin’s at just nineteen?

Jegal Sangpyo couldn’t remember a single one.

“Where is Seol Mujin’s school?”

“He wouldn’t tell us. Since he refuses to reveal it, we can’t force an answer.”

“Brother Cheolsang fought him, right? With Brother Cheolsang’s experience, he should have been able to figure out at least something?”

“Your experience isn’t lacking either. What do you think?”

“Honestly, I can’t even guess.”

“Cheolsang was the same. What’s important now isn’t Seol Podoo’s school.”

“Then what?”

“Our relationship with him. He’s Seol Podoo who even has the Third Prince’s trust behind him. Do you really want to become his enemy?”

“Aren’t we already enemies?”

“The start was bad, but Seol Podoo isn’t a narrow-minded man. Actually, our Namgung Family didn’t have a good beginning with him either. Didn’t I say Cheolsang fought him?”

“But how did you restore the relationship?”

“I acknowledged Seol Podoo. Seol Podoo is already a master I can’t guarantee I could defeat.”

It was shocking because it was the head of the Namgung Family saying this.

“Brother, do you really think so?”

“Could killing the Oryongbang leader have been a coincidence?”

“It’s not something that could be achieved by luck.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if Seol Podoo became the greatest master under heaven in ten years.”

The greatest master under heaven.

Was there anyone in the Murim who could possess that six-character title?

The Central Plains are vast and masters are as numerous as cow hair.

Unless all those masters fought each other one by one, the title of greatest master under heaven couldn’t emerge.

In one era, at least three people, sometimes over ten, would compete for that title.

Of course, it’s not that no one in Murim history has held that title.

In thousands of years of Murim history, perhaps about ten people?

That’s why Jegal Sangpyo was shocked enough to stop walking.

Watching Namgung Bongseong walking away, Jegal Sangpyo hurriedly caught up and asked.

“Do you really think so?”

“Whether you believe it or not is your choice, but one thing is certain. Anyone who makes Seol Podoo their enemy will never be safe.”

Namgung Bongseong patted Jegal Sangpyo’s shoulder and joked.

“When that time comes, you’ll be proud that you crossed swords with Seol Podoo.”

Hwangbo Hunyong said to Namgung Bongseong, “Then why don’t you try fighting him too, brother?”

“Should I?”

Watching the two men exchange jokes and laugh heartily, Jegal Sangpyo realized they had completely fallen for Seol Mujin.

‘The Jegal Family needs to make a decision quickly too.’

Actually, this trip to Jinan was just to test the waters.

There was no intention other than judging the Third Prince’s character and raising the Jegal Family’s value.

Originally, the Second Prince, who was the chief head, was supposed to come, but something suddenly came up, so Jegal Sangpyo came instead.

Since he thought it wasn’t a very important matter, he felt no particular burden.

But now that things had flowed this way, it had become a matter that would determine the fate of the Zhuge Family.

Jegal Sangpyo asked Namgung Bongseong.

“How did the meeting with the Third Prince go?”

“It’s finished.”

“What was the conclusion?”

“I can’t tell the Zhuge Family about that. The Zhuge Family hasn’t even decided to join His Highness the Third Prince.”

Namgung Bongseong drew a line, and Hwangbo Hunyong also turned away.

Jegal Sangpyo went over to Jegal Byeongsik, who was following behind with a dejected expression.

“You better apologize properly.”

Jegal Byeongsik said with an expression that looked like he was about to cry.

“Uncle, does Sangun really have to kneel to that bastard?”

A cold voice leaked from Jegal Sangpyo’s mouth.

“If you don’t kneel, I’ll break your legs.”

“What? Are you seriously saying that?”

“Should I break them now and drag you there?”

His tone was definitely not a joke.

Jegal Byeongsik thought, ‘Should I just run away?’

But if he did that, he’d be caught and his legs would be broken immediately.

Understanding the feelings of a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse meant reality was that miserable.

After cursing ‘Damn it!’ about a hundred times, they arrived at the Wangho Gang.

Just asking one passerby was enough to get directions, so the Wangho Gang seemed quite famous in Jinan.

At the Wangho Gang, Seol Mujin and Zhuge Sangun were waiting for them.

Namgung Bongseong and Hwangbo Hunyong didn’t know him, but Zhuge Sangun seemed to recognize the two and bowed as soon as he saw them.

“How do you do? I’m called Zhuge Sangun.”

“Oh! You’re Jegal Moseong’s second son.”

“You look a lot like Moseong. Nice to meet you. Call me uncle.”

Namgung Bongseong and Hwangbo Hunyong treated Zhuge Sangun warmly.

Since he was someone Seol Mujin cared about so much, they couldn’t treat him coldly.

“I understand. Uncle.”

Zhuge Sangun, who answered politely, turned his gaze to Jegal Sangpyo.

It was an uncle he was meeting after a long time.

Memories from the past came flooding back, but there were hardly any good memories among them.

Still, he bowed his head.

“It’s been a long time.”

“Yes. You look well.”

It wasn’t just something to say – he really looked that way.

When he was at the Zhuge Family, it was hard to even encounter him once a month.

The Zhuge Sangun he occasionally saw then was like a rain-soaked puppy even though he was grown up.

But now he was dignified.

They said he was the leader of the Black Society, and he had the aura of a man responsible for a group.

No matter how trivial it was, the appearance of a man bearing responsibility was different.

“Thank you.”

Zhuge Sangun, who expressed his gratitude, looked at Jegal Byeongsik.

Jegal Byeongsik, with his face scrunched up, turned his gaze away.

Suddenly silence fell.

Saying ‘We’ll wait outside,’ Namgung Bongseong and Hwangbo Hunyong left.

Seol Mujin didn’t force Jegal Byeongsik.

If this time dragged on, the only one suffering would be Jegal Byeongsik.

Zhuge Sangun, who had already heard the story from Seol Mujin, also kept silent.

Watching Jegal Byeongsik struggling like that, he even felt empty wondering why he had been so afraid of such a person all this time.

Finally, Jegal Sangpyo stepped forward.

“Byeongsik.”

With that short call conveying his will, Jegal Byeongsik flinched and trembled.

His tightly bitten lips turned white as if they would burst with blood at any moment.

Watching Jegal Byeongsik not moving in that state, Seol Mujin opened his mouth.

“It seems we’re just wasting time.”

“No!”

Jegal Sangpyo, who became urgent, approached Jegal Byeongsik.

“Did my words sound like mere empty talk to you?”

“But Uncle…”

“Don’t test my patience.”

Jegal Byeongsik could clearly read Jegal Sangpyo’s will.

Having his legs broken would be better than kneeling to Zhuge Sangun.

But would it end with just broken legs?

He would probably fall to the level of defective goods in the Zhuge Family.

Like that Zhuge Sangun.

‘Fuck!’

Jegal Byeongsik hesitantly approached Zhuge Sangun.

Zhuge Sangun, who used to avoid eye contact because he was scared just looking at him, was now staring straight at the approaching Jegal Byeongsik.

He could even read contempt in that gaze.

‘This bastard!’

Zhuge Sangun said to Seol Mujin.

“That guy’s eyes look defiant, don’t they?”

He’s tattling!

“I think so too.”

Smack!

Finally, Jegal Sangpyo struck the back of Jegal Byeongsik’s head.

He fell forward with a thud, naturally ending up kneeling before Zhuge Sangun.

Jegal Byeongsik, who tried to get up quickly, lost strength in his legs due to Jegal Sangpyo’s fierce aura pressure glaring at him.

“Now say what you want to say.”

Jegal Sangpyo’s voice became a blade falling on his head.

What he really wanted to say was ‘Bastard son of a concubine!’ but if he uttered those words, it seemed like a real sword rather than a blade of words would split his head.

“S-sorry.”

He didn’t know how he managed to say those words.

“I was wrong.”

Even those words came out.

Though he poured out the curse ‘Fuck!’ a thousand times inside, what came out of his mouth was a trembling apology.

He was so ashamed he couldn’t even lift his head.

To such a person, Zhuge Sangun said.

“You’re neither my young master nor my older brother.”

‘This bastard!’

His head naturally lifted and his eyes became fierce.

But Zhuge Sangun calmly received such a gaze.

In just a few days, Zhuge Sangun seemed to have become a different person.

It was probably because of Seol Mujin standing behind him.

“We’re the same age, aren’t we? What kind of older brother are you when you were born just three days earlier? We won’t see each other again anyway, so let’s end this.”

Seol Mujin said.

“Whether you’ll see each other again or not is unknown.”

“What? What do you mean by that?”

Seol Mujin patted Zhuge Sangun’s shoulder.

“But let’s talk about that later.”

Seol Mujin said to Jegal Byeongsik, who was kneeling.

“I’ll accept your apology, so get lost now.”

Jegal Byeongsik, grinding his teeth, abruptly stood up and left the Wangho Association.

With the business concluded, the remaining Jegal Sangpyo found himself in an awkward position.

Though it was uncomfortable being left alone, he couldn’t just leave like this either.

Since the Third Prince had said that Seol Mujin held full authority over the decision, he needed to have some kind of discussion.

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