Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son - Chapter 93

Episode 93. Daily evening

“Cheongyugaekjan?” well. The names of the guesthouses are all similar… I think this is my first time hearing this. But why would you do that…”

Han Ibi was upset on the inside, but said it while trying to keep her expression as nonchalant as possible.

Ban Jin-seong said while tilting his head.

“is it so? That’s strange. You look so similar to someone I used to know. “It’s Han Ibi…”

Han Ibi cleared her throat once and said.

“Huh. I’ve never heard of a name like that before. My last name is ‘Jongri’. Moreover, it is very rare to find someone with skin as light as mine.”

For the first time, Han Ibi felt fortunate that her skin color had changed.

Only then did Ban Jin-seong seem to agree.

“Aha, I see. They look so much alike that I wonder if they are brothers…”

At that time, a loud noise was heard from the row behind Han Eibi.

“what! “Didn’t you hear me telling you not to talk to your trainees carelessly?”

Han Ibi glanced around and saw that it was a person called ‘Bladder Room’ of the Hwasan Sect.

This guy was always arrogant and rude, reminding me of Cheongseong’s ‘Seongchundon’.

These guys exist everywhere.

I guess you could call it the law of conservation of mass.

But now I couldn’t help but be thankful.

If his past history became known, it would be impossible to deal with it now.

Ebi Han said.

“Ah, Bang Sohyeop. Let me apologize on your behalf. “It’s this person’s first day, so I don’t think they’ve mastered the rules yet.”

Then the bladder chamber made a light ‘hum’ sound and turned its head.

Ban Jin-seong was giving Han Ibi a silent look of gratitude.

Han Ibi thought while smiling to herself.

‘I look at you as if I were old. Sigh. But how did you end up here?…’

Han Ibi finished eating her food and took a seat at the table where her friends were gathered in the same room.

The basic mobile unit of the Salt Society was this roommate.

Han Ibi pretended to know and spoke to Kwak Won-hoe and others.

“Everyone, enjoy your meal.”

At that time, Han Ibi saw Hyeon’s tray.

His diet was a little different, with most of his food consisting of tofu and vegetables.

Perhaps food was prepared separately for the Shaolin Temple.

‘cadet. ‘Can someone that big eat this?’

Han Ibi looked somewhat pitiful and said something.

“Monk Hyeon. “In Buddhism, meat-eating is prohibited, so it must be quite an inconvenience.”

I was able to talk to Gil Son-rok of Joyangmun, but I couldn’t talk to Hyeon.

Since he has already become a monk, he cannot create a new worldly relationship.

Hyeon said.

“I hope you enjoy your meal well.”

Uh huh. Have you seen this crap?

He’s wearing nothing but a monk’s uniform. He’s a total robber…

What kind of monk is this guy?

At that time, a rather excited and beautiful voice was heard from the side.

“It’s really delicious, isn’t it? It feels like eating at a luxury restaurant. Moon Sohyeop. “Isn’t that right?”

Han Yi-bi turned her head out of curiosity and saw that it was Wang Qinglin of Amifa.

In settings of martial arts novels, Amipa is often depicted as a group of Buddhist nuns, but this was not the case here in Yeomsajimong.

Rather, it feels like Taoism and Buddhism are somewhat mixed.

In addition, the higher status of ‘women’ compared to other sects could also be seen as something unique.

But let’s just sit still… Who on earth are we talking about, Moon Sohyeop?

Han Ibi became curious again and looked at that side.

And then I realized.

‘Wonbi Moon’ is a handsome beggar who seems to have a halo shining behind him even when he is still. Brother ‘Wonwol Moon’.

Among them, the older brother, ‘Wen Wenbi,’ was the identity of ‘Wen Xiaoxiao’ that Wang Qinglin was talking about.

When Han Ibi looked at him, he was stuttering with a red face, as if he was embarrassed by the sudden question.

Wang Qinglin presses for an answer again.

“I would like to have at least a glass of Mo Daeju (茅坮酒). “Isn’t that right?”

Unlike her confident self, Baek Mi-hu, an Amifa alumnus who shared a room with Wang Qinglin, was pulling Wang Qinglin’s sleeve with a blushing face.

Since the ratio of women was small, it seemed like the two were assigned to the same room even though they were of the same clan.

Anyway, Baek Mi-hu’s expression was clearly embarrassed.

The two women were, as is typical of martial arts novels, quite cliche.

It was a bit worse than So Eun or Yeo Nan-ju….

At that time, a lively voice was heard.

“joy! King Soje. Look at people and talk to them. How can these beetles know who their mother is? “I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t ask for dinner tonight.”

omg.

Yes.

Also, it is the crazy bladder room of the volcanic sect.

Was it because he looked like a bandit gangster?

It seems he didn’t quite like the handsome, open-faced twins.

There was silence in the audience.

This is an insult that is difficult for a martial artist to bear.

Grumble.

A sound came from an unexpected place along with the sound of a chair being pushed.

“what? “Are you talking so carelessly with your mouth open?”

Surprisingly, it was Moon Won-wol, the younger of the twin brothers who was sitting a bit away.

I found lips pursed in anger very attractive.

At that time, there was someone blocking him.

It was his older brother, Wen Won-bi.

He spoke to Bang Bangsil with a pure smile on his face.

“That’s right. Room small cooperative. We beggars are truly lucky to be able to eat this good food for months on end. “We are even afraid when this happiness will end.”

Then Bangshil smiled crookedly and said.

“Ohh! “Unlike your younger brother, you still have grit.”

huh? My brother has grit?

The young people, including Han Ibi, could not believe their ears.

Bladder room continued.

“What a beggar ‘guts’ it is.”

Then, several trainees burst out laughing.

Just when his younger brother, Moon Won-wol, saw this, he was about to get angry.

A sharp voice was heard.

“joy. The people of the Hwasan Sect make every effort to pretend to be noble based on the reputation of the sect… but in reality, they are living off of the protection money of the civilians… What could be better than honorably begging them?”

It was Wang Qinglin.

Then she spoke to ‘Hyejeong’ of the Shaolin temple who was eating on the other side.

Unlike Hyeon, he was a young man who looked like a real monk.

“Hey. “Young monk.”

“yes?”

Before I knew it, Hyejeong answered with half of the vegetables in her mouth.

“Monks also beg for food. Isn’t it? “Are you embarrassed by that?”

Then Hyejeong caused a pupil earthquake.

The expression on their face seemed to say, ‘Why are you putting our Shaolin in that mud?’, but anyway, they said,

“That’s not true.”

I had no choice but to answer.

Wang Qinglin said.

“Look at that. “Don’t criticize others carelessly when the Hwasan faction ultimately makes a living by ignoring the ignorant civilians.”

‘Eugh. It’s not wrong, but it went too far.’

Han Ibi started to feel worried.

‘This isn’t just about criticizing Bangshil, it’s also about insulting the entire Hwasan faction, which is his sect.’

just as expected.

Seon Hyeok-rae (宣奕萊), another disciple of the Hwasan School who was quite gentle, also seemed to be in a state of tears and stood up and spoke.

“King Soje. I think the same Murim members are going too far. “You can tolerate insulting us as much as you want, but you must not insult the monks.”

At that time, Bang Bangsil laughed out loud and said.

“Ha ha ha ha ha. This is why girls can’t do it. “Why wouldn’t we accept female disciples from many powerful factions, including Shaman and Shaolin?”

Then, Sorim’s ‘Hyejeong’, who was trying to take a breather and eat, flinched again.

Why do they keep dragging the innocent Shaolin into their fights?

In any case, Wang Qinglin showed no signs of backing down.

“joy. Because the nature of men like you is so petty and unworthy, our priest founded Amipa separately. “It was only today that I realized how wise you were.”

At that time, ‘Zhu Jinling’, a female disciple of the Huashan Sect, intervened.

She reigned as a ‘goddess’ in the Hwasan faction, where the proportion of women was extremely limited, but when she met the women of the Ami faction, including So Eun-ri and Yeo Nan-ju, she was annoyed that her status seemed to have fallen to the bottom.

“Aha, it seems like that’s why Amipah is raising so many talented ‘female disciples.’ Since I was starving like him, it’s understandable that I would drool over a handsome guy. “We agree to understand the death penalty.”

Then again, the sound of the owner giggling was heard from all directions.

In an instant, she put Amipa’s German weapon, the Pyocha (豹爪叉) in both hands and launched herself away.

It was a moment when the misuse of the salt society’s encyclical, which states never to let go of a weapon, whether while sleeping or eating, was fully demonstrated.

Even the number one credit mark that was developed over 50 years ago and instantly placed Amifa at the center of the Murim Alliance.

This weapon, which seems strange at first glance, enabled women to use their quick wits to the maximum and provided a basis for them to fight on equal footing with men.

Han Ibi thought when she saw that unusual weapon.

‘Hmm… That’s like…’

Wolver X.

A three-pointed sharp blade attached to the end of a glove.

They are all bent in different directions, so once they are stuck, they cannot be retrieved without tearing off the flesh.

In front of Wang Qinglin’s new brother who rushed at him in an instant, Zhou Geumryeong also fought back with his feet and sword.

Jang!

A non-metallic sound echoed through the restaurant in the evening.

left right left right.

The pyojeok alternated left and right, demonstrating sharp wave breaking skills.

Although the name contained ‘leopard’, Wang Qinglin’s movements were rather reminiscent of a swift wild cat.

However, Zhou Geumryeong is also an elite member of the Hwasan Sect who defeated the competition with men with the body of a woman and was dispatched to the Salt Society.

She raised her quick sword and concentrated on defense at an even faster pace.

‘A mess.’

Han Ibi thought.

‘Wow, it’s a complete mess. But it’s best not to get involved in things like this.’

He glanced at his colleagues and it seemed like they all had the same thoughts.

Even Hyeon-on, contrary to his appearance, is munching on vegetables while reading the notes on ‘The History and Present of the Demonic Cult’ that he learned this morning.

Soak, sob, sooty!

With the metallic sound, the women’s fight was reaching its climax.

Of course, everyone thought that it shouldn’t be like this, but since they are warriors by nature, they were watching the two people dancing with interest.

In the absence of action, the liquor ban felt like it was superior.

However, Amipa’s unique weaponry made up for this, so it was truly a close fight.

At that time, a heavy voice was heard.

“Small cooperatives! “You can’t do this here.”

Dressed in a typical horse-drawn martial arts attire, he was the ‘Yang Emperor’ of the Shaman faction.

He looks like a benevolent old monk who has returned to his youth.

Contrary to his original intention, Mun Won-bi, who became the main cause of all these incidents, also took the lead in actively dissuading him.

“Women’s cooperatives! First, let’s say it verbally. “With words.”

It was then.

Whick!

The sound of something flying.

Wen Wenbi felt the back of his head getting hot.

Bangshil suddenly threw away the bowl of soup he was eating.

“Get out of the way. Hey. I don’t see a good view. “It’s all because of you, and this person is acting really shit.”

At that moment, Wonbi Wen cast a light attack and quickly rose above the space.

A dazzlingly beautiful somersault.

In an instant, the bowl of soup in the bladder room flew between his spinning legs.

‘Wow!’

The soup bowl shattered with a loud noise.

“Oh, it’s hot!”

A few drops of soup splashed on Han Ibi’s clothes.

So what about the soup?

Yes.

The person covered in soup was none other than my roommate ‘Hye-on’, who was doing gymnastics while eating.

He took off his monk’s jacket, which was covered in hot soup, and put it on.

“Oh my!”

“Oh my!”

I heard the women’s screams of surprise at that sight.

But Han Ibi was equally surprised.

His upper body, which looked like nothing more than scaffolding, was actually an enormous mass of muscle.

Not only the thick shoulders and chest muscles, but also the trapezius muscles that look like they’re about to burst…

“Which guy is this!”

(Continued in the next part)