Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son Chapter 76

Episode 76. Wizard of the Muse

: “Isn’t that… the swordsmanship from the Blue Saint Sect’s textbook?”

Han Ibi said with a grin.

“After all, you are my brother. “You understand correctly.”

“How could something like that…”

At that time, Han Ibi said with a straight face.

“Something like that, bro! Anyway, it would be better to talk about that later. Because now everyone in the clan is in danger. “We have to get up there quickly.”

Han Ibi pointed to the top of the watchtower of the guard post.

Then Jong Lihyuk nodded and said.

“Know.”

“You know?”

“okay. While I was training around Jamungok, I found these guys passing by. “The clothes were like that… I thought they were intruders, so I followed them.”

“aha. “I guess that’s why you didn’t show up for that important essay contest?”

“that’s right. I was aware of the situation. “But then you showed up.”

“okay. Anyway, thank you bro. “Thanks to you, I survived.”

“But those guys… they were hiding over there a while ago, just playing a strange flute… It seemed like there were a lot of people, so I was keeping an eye on them for now.”

Then Han Ibi shook her head and said.

“It’s not just a flute. “The Cheongseongpa family members and the invited guests, who are drunk on the poisonous drug they gave for single people, are bickering with each other.”

Jong Li-hyuk looked very surprised.

“what?”

Han Ibi continued while pointing to the top of the watchtower.

“That sound of the drum is the culprit of all this.”

Then Jong Li-hyuk ran up to the watchtower without even looking back.

“Oh my… with that impatient temperament.”

Han Yi-bi walked up the stairs, chasing after Jong Ri-hyuk, who was running away while muttering to herself.

After a while.

I could see the back of Jong Ri-hyuk standing tall.

And the appearance of a middle-aged man in front of him.

Pure white long clothes that perfectly contrast with the people in black.

A twang sound that is beyond mournful.

The contrast between the silver hair blowing in the wind and the hem of the sleeves.

Eyes that seem to be soaked in rainwater… but look somewhat cold-hearted.

If we were to compare it to modern times, she looked so stylish that she could easily be considered a ‘middle-aged person’.

If we were to compare it to this era, would it be more accurate to say that it was like a ‘mysterious spirit descending from the sky’?…

In any case, Jong Li-hyuk was taken aback by the overwhelming majesty and seemed to be in a daze for a moment.

That’s because… he didn’t look like a ‘bad guy’ at all.

It was then.

Shoo!

A single sound wave occurred.

Han Ibi suddenly threw away the raincoat she had.

But the middle-aged man didn’t even nod.

Han Ibi’s raindrops penetrate into the solar plexus.

It was then.

earth!

A loud sound rang out.

And the rain comes back to its original place.

Han Ibi was startled and twisted her body to avoid it.

Perfect!

Bido fell from the shock of being hit by the railing.

Han Ibi muttered.

“Oh? But why is there a ‘ground’ sound?…”

That’s right…

The action taken by the middle-aged man was to swing the ‘tungso’ at the flying bird.

The surface of the tungso sparkles in the sunlight.

Only then did Han Ibi realize that his tongso was made of ‘iron’.

In this situation, it is likely to double as a weapon.

Usually, unusual weapons like this appear in many martial arts novels.

“The damn flute has finally stopped.”

Ebi Han said.

In his heart, he hoped that the fighting that was taking place within the Qingcheng Sect would be over.

Then the middle-aged man spoke.

“To express my beautiful music in that way… you are truly a wretched barbarian.”

Low-pitched voice.

It is truly a style that women will really like.

Han Ibi said, feeling somehow unwell.

“I don’t know if anyone would like such crazy music unless they are a madman.”

Then the middle-aged man said.

“That’s interesting. Fun.”

He grinned, showing his teeth, and added:

“I admit it too. I am talking about the fact that the Cheongseong faction was all shriveled up and looked down upon so much. “It was definitely my mistake to bring the kids just to get some fresh air.”

At that time, Jong Ri-hyuk spoke.

“Who are you?”

Then the middle-aged man snorted and said.

“ha ha ha. “If I told you my name, how would lowly creatures like you know it?”

Then he tried to put his mouth to the flute again as if nothing had happened.

It was then.

Hiss!

Jong Ri-hyuk clenched his sword and cut straight through.

So the middle-aged man had no choice but to raise his flute and block it.

Taaang!

At that moment, Jong Li-hyuk’s body tilted.

That’s how much a middle-aged person’s performance was unusual.

The middle-aged man did not miss that moment and hit Jong Li-hyeok on the head with the flute.

Jong Lihyuk quickly raised his sword and defended it.

earth!

Again, there was a loud noise and sparks erupted.

Land land land land!

The middle-aged man continued to attack Jong Ri-hyuk without changing his expression, and Jong Ri-hyuk was barely able to block it.

An incredible series!

Even if I tried to escape, I couldn’t see any way through.

If we leave it like this and get hit even once, Jong Ri-hyuk will score a goal.

Like the wind, Han Yi-bi stepped on the flagpole and pulled out the raincoat stuck on the railing and threw it at him again.

earth!

The raindrop flew away with a loud sound.

The middle-aged man must have been bothered by the repeated attacks, so he threw it away from the watchtower.

The middle-aged man said.

“The flies are constantly bothering me.”

However, taking advantage of that gap, Jong Ri-hyuk was able to escape to the outside of the tunnel again.

He stood next to Han Ibi.

His heavy breathing paradoxically showed how critical the situation had been a moment ago.

At that time, letters appeared in front of Han Ibi, who was very nervous.

[Information about one of the ‘108 (108) bases’ has been captured. You can check the information through the ‘visible status window’. Would you like to check it now? (Y/N)]

‘Now…? In this situation…?’

But humans are curious creatures.

Han Ibi couldn’t suppress her rising curiosity, so she quickly chose ‘Yes’.

[This is the result of the IBRE DB system search.]

Name: Sound Soul Sangbeop

Classification: 4th level

Series: None (infrastructure)

Characteristics: Elder of the ‘Northern Church’, which was rejected as a demonic religion about 150 years ago It is a martial law created by ‘Yeo Hwa-su’.

Yeo Hwa-soo was accomplished not only in martial arts but also in music, but there were few opportunities to show it in the environment of Northern Shintoism, which rejected human culture and revered God.

She tried to sublimate that suffering into martial arts and left it behind as the ‘Evil Soul Commercial Law’.

This is both martial arts and not martial arts, and can be transformed in various ways depending on the ‘score’.

‘What… what on earth does this mean…’

That was that time.

For the first time, a middle-aged person took the first step.

His new model slithered forward.

Even though there were feet, they didn’t move, so it was an eerie feeling, as if a ghost was approaching.

It was Jong Ri-hyuk who struck out first, leaving Han Ibi in a daze.

As expected, he had a fearless nature, befitting the main character of Dream of the Dead.

It was a little harsh, but….

Tadang!

The metallic sound of iron clashing against iron once again erupted in the air.

In any case, this situation was the perfect moment to observe the other person.

It would be a good idea to watch a little longer and then jump in if there is an emergency.

In the midst of the loud movement, Han Ibi turned on the light in her eyes and watched it.

Jong Li-hyuk’s movements were so orthodox that they could be said to be the essence of Qingcheng school martial arts.

On the other hand, the middle-aged man’s martial arts skills seemed incoherent.

But maybe it was because ‘Tungso’ had the characteristics of a ‘club’ among weapons.

Han Ibi had almost no knowledge about weapons with the ‘Gon’ attribute.

‘Tsk tsk. When he blows, he pretends to be all noble, but when he actually fights, he’s no different from a bastard who always uses sticks.’

Jong Ri-hyuk seemed to be holding up well at first.

However, it was clearly felt that it was becoming more disadvantageous as time passed.

This is because every time the heavy steel bull was bent this way and that, it was obvious that they were in a hurry to block it.

However, Han Ibi felt something strange while watching the middle-aged man’s martial arts skills.

‘weird. Strange. Even if you look for herbivorous food, you can’t find it. If you wield it recklessly, there will definitely be a loophole, but you can’t find it.’

Is that the ‘radish herbivore’ that often appears in martial arts novels?

It is often used when the main characters awaken.

When everyone is buried in dazzling swordsmanship and swordsmanship, people like the deceased in seclusion appear and give hints to the protagonist.

‘But he’s a bad guy, right?’

The middle-aged man continued to attack incessantly, as if he were not tired. Sometimes diagonally from top to bottom, left to right….

Only ignorant movements with unbelievable attack power and unknown conduction patterns…

Poor Jong Ri-hyuk was struggling to block them.

It’s a close call…

‘Hmm… Is it better to step forward and help right now… No. It’s still holding on somehow, so it would be a good time to find its weakness.’

Han Ibi thought for a moment and activated her status window.

‘I wonder if there’s anything I can use…’

For now, I decided to turn on the Nganjutsu.

Anyway, it is the best technique for observation.

In an instant, the field of view turned green and the resolution rose to its highest level.

‘Yeah… but what is this?’

As I trained hard, my Nganjutsu had already risen to level 3.

And there was also a newly appeared sub-skill.

‘It’s called follow-up eye surgery… Oh, that’s right! This skill is a way to track fleeing enemies.’

Han Yi Fei immediately activated her follow-up eye technique.

Then a tool that looked like a mouse cursor caught my eye.

He chose the middle-aged man without even thinking about it.

Then, the tool was following the middle-aged man and analyzing his movements.

So, this skill is a skill that follows and informs you of the trajectory of the opponent’s escape.

A pale yellow line appeared in each direction he moved.

Han Ibi stared at the middle-aged man for a moment.

It was then.

A familiar voice from the system.

[The target’s movements have been analyzed. Would you like to see it now? (Y/N)]

‘Hundreds of millions? What is this? Anyway, yes!’

Then, the system recognized the middle-aged man as the target using the retina as a screen and drew the trajectory clearly in yellow.

This… would be very useful in a situation where you are tracking down an enemy.

Because they explain the trajectory very kindly.

But…

‘The author is not in a situation to run away right now, so this skill is of little use at the moment.’

Han Ibi was a little disappointed and was about to go back to normal Nganjutsu.

An idea crossed his mind.

‘this… Will it work?’

He focused his target not on the middle-aged man, but on his flute.

As if it were a ‘fugitive’.

Then….

‘Oh! do. ‘It’s okay.’

Surprisingly, the system began analyzing Tongso’s movements.

I don’t know if the being who created this world intended this function, but… Anyway,

Jong Ri-hyuk was still busy avoiding the sticks while sweating profusely.

However, the middle-aged man’s arms seemed to be gaining more and more strength, and his attacks were becoming more fierce.

humming! humming!

The iron flute tore through the space with ferocious force.

To Jong Li-hyuk’s ears, it probably felt like a ‘roaring sound’.

It was then.

[The target’s movements have been analyzed. Would you like to see it now? (Y/N)]

‘Of course yes!’

A different trajectory was drawn from before.

It was completely different from when targeting middle-aged men.

Because the movements of the tungso were so complex that they could not even be compared to the movements of the body….

‘What… is this… I didn’t have time, but I ended up doing something useless…’

Han Ibi tried to erase the graph from view.

‘Now, the only way is to help Jong Ri-hyuk and defeat the middle-aged man, even if it means becoming porridge.’

The graph has already become quite complicated.

However, the data seemed no different from trash to me.

‘damn. Let’s stop now.’

At that time, a thought passed through Han Ibi’s mind for a moment.

‘Wait. This is….’

(Continued in the next episode)