Vol 2 Chapter 46. Don't Be Mistaken (2)
Jeong Seon barely managed to arrive at the scene in time.
Arriving just before his disciple clashed with the disciple of the Wudang Sect, he immediately intervened and stopped the conflict first.
Then, looking at his disciple with strict eyes, he said.
"Yun Gi!"
"Yes. Master."
"What on earth is going on here?"
"......"
"Answer me at once!"
To Jeong Seon, who was shouting, a disciple who had been injured and fallen behind Yun Gi spoke instead.
"Sect Leader, it is not the Junior Uncle's fault."
"Then what is it? How did this happen?"
"That is... because the Wudang Sect attacked us first. They openly picked a fight, driving the Sect Leader into a corner calling you a traitor of the Nine Sects and a bystander, so this happened."
"What do you mean..."
To the dumbfounded Jeong Seon, the disciples of the Wudang Sect shouted urgently.
"That is not true. The disciples of the Kongtong Sect provoked us first. Afterwards, as a result of a fair duel, they were defeated..."
"Do not make me laugh. Wasn't it you who called the Cloud Dragon Sword of higher seniority when it seemed you would lose to us at first?"
"We didn't call the Junior Uncle!"
"Who would believe that..."
"Stop!"
As the disciples' fight was about to become more intense, Jeong Seon shouted and cut off both sides.
And he spoke with a stern voice.
"Reasons are not important."
"......"
"Are you saying that people who call themselves Orthodox and Daoists drew swords and fought each other for such trivial reasons?!"
"......"
The disciples lowered their heads deeply.
Jeong Seon had a headache looking at such disciples.
'Huuuu... It is difficult.'
Anyway, the breed called martial artists is a breed that fights to the death for all sorts of trivial reasons.
Although the Orthodox places a little more importance on face or justification in such parts, the essence itself does not change.
Even more so, since they are young martial artists still full of vigor, how much more would it be? However...
"Even so, this isn't right. This isn't right."
Jeong Seon shook his head.
What kind of alliance are they going to make like this?
Even if they forcibly gather those scattered like grains of sand into one, what meaning would that have?
'I came for nothing. For nothing.'
He was even ashamed to scold these young people for being immature.
When the elders are not setting a proper example, with what shame would he scold the disciples?
"Yun Gi."
"Yes. Master."
"Gather the disciples and prepare to leave."
"Will you leave?"
"I shouldn't have come in the first place."
Eventually, Jeong Seon decided to lead the Kongtong Sect and leave Shaolin.
Murim Alliance or whatever, if he stayed here, he felt he would only ruin the disciples.
When the Kongtong Sect said they were leaving...
"Sect Leader, you must not do this."
"Please reconsider."
"Isn't it just a small trouble caused by children? Please calm down."
The leaders of other Nine Sects ran over and stopped him.
But their dissuasion rather made Jeong Seon's mind firmer.
'Only the leaders of the Nine Sects came to catch me, not the heads of the Five Great Clans.'
It means that even in this situation, factions are divided.
Jeong Seon turned away coldly.
To such him, the Divine Monk approached, chanted a small chant, and said.
"Amitabha. Do you not have any intention to change your mind, Sect Leader?"
"I apologize. Great Master. It is burdensome to accept a reality so different from what I thought."
"Amitabha..."
The Divine Monk made a perplexed expression.
Taoist Jeong Seon is a master ranking within ten fingers in the Orthodox Faction and a key force indispensable for the newly formed Murim Alliance.
Above all, if one defector appears first, there was no guarantee that other Nine Sects or Five Great Clans wouldn't defect. However...
'Hahaha... I want to hold him, but I have no justification.'
Fearing mud splashing on Shaolin, he strictly maintained neutrality in the faction fight.
He didn't know the result of standing by like that would come back like this.
If he knew this would happen, he would have intervened more actively. However...
BOOOOOM!
An explosion was heard from the direction of Shaolin's mountain gate.
The leaders of the Nine Sects all turned their gazes there.
"What is going on?"
"Is it an attack from the Unorthodox?"
"Let's go."
The leaders of the Nine Sects threw their bodies simultaneously.
Jeong Seon also thought for a moment and moved a beat later.
If the enemy of the Unorthodox really appeared, he could not withdraw here.
'Regardless of the formation of the Alliance, I will fight as a member of the Orthodox.'
Jeong Seon, having made up his mind, arrived at the scene and saw...
"These damn monks want to die! I'm telling you I came after receiving an invitation? I'm just a little late."
A colored-eye person was holding twin swords and running wild.
At his feet, numerous warrior monks of Shaolin were fallen.
And next to him...
"master, you must not do this!"
"What are you doing in Shaolin?"
"This is... This is a dream."
Young people who seemed to be in the same group were trying to stop him somehow.
But the madness of that colored-eye person running wild with twin swords was not something that could be stopped.
"These bastards can't understand words?!"
"Even so, do you beat up Shaolin monks?"
"Shaolin or whatever, if words don't work, I have to solve it with fists."
"Uaaaaaaack!"
The sight of a young man tearing his hair out and screaming was truly pitiful.
Whether or not...
"I'm saying. I'm telling you countless times I'm the Twin Dragon Sect invited by the Kongtong Sect. A person can be a little late. Huh? Taking that... Ah!"
At that moment, the colored-eye person's gaze turned this way.
His gaze reached the place where the leaders of the Nine Sects and the heads of the Five Great Clans who arrived a step late were gathered.
Jeong Seon wanted to avoid that gaze, but...
"Sect Leader Jeong Seon! I came. Patrick came."
It was already too late.
The moment he saw Patrick waving his hand while smiling brightly, Jeong Seon...
"Kugh!"
Vomited blood from his mouth and collapsed.
To explain the situation, it is like this.
Most other sects that departed for Shaolin after receiving an invitation from the Kongtong Sect in Gansu Province arrived before the Kongtong Sect.
Only one.
Only the Twin Dragon Sect arrived much later than even the Kongtong Sect.
Seeing the Twin Dragon Sect arrive so late, the warrior monks of Shaolin were wary.
Since all guests who were supposed to come had already arrived, they became suspicious right away as it was a guest who came long after.
They had never heard of a sect called the Twin Dragon Sect.
And isn't their appearance too suspicious?
Three uncommon colored-eye people.
Two of them were peerless beauties rarely seen in the human world.
Three disciples appearing to be still young boys and girl.
And following behind them...
'Beggars?'
Six men and women with shabby impressions were clearly beggars.
So if you add it all up...
Three colored-eye people, three young swordsmen, six beggars.
No matter how you look at it, it is not a normal combination.
How could they not find this suspicious?
'Perhaps they are spies planted by the Unorthodox side to spy on this gathering.'
The Shaolin warrior monk who concluded so...
[You must go back.]
Said.
Then a subtle annoyance began to spread on Patrick's face.
[Go... back...?]
[Those who came by invitation of the Kongtong Sect have already all arrived.]
[I'm telling you we are a little late?]
[We cannot welcome you as guests trusting only your words, benefactor.]
[Hahaha... So you mean go?]
As anger appeared on Patrick's face, the Shaolin warrior monk composed his spirit, put on a stern expression, and said.
[Restrain yourself. Benefactor. This is the Great Shaolin.]
[...So?]
[What do you mean so? How dare you cause a disturbance in Shaolin trusting your petty martial prowess... Kyaul!]
BAM!
Right. Knew this would happen.
Eventually, he committed it.
Patrick's heel accurately struck down on the Shaolin warrior monk's crown.
[Senior Brother!]
[W, What is this doing?]
Naturally, chaos ensued.
Other warrior monks around hurriedly grabbed their staffs and aimed at Patrick. But...
[Hehehe seeing these guys, Great Shaolin what?]
[master, what are you doing right now...]
[Hey you bastards, acting arrogantly trusting only your background is the sixth thing I hate.]
[Nooooooo!]
Mun Yul tried to stop him, but it was already too late.
Thus, trouble eventually occurred, and the situation...
"Reached this state. Hahaha. Very easy to understand, right?"
Looking at Patrick who finished the explanation like that, the leaders of the Nine Sects and the heads of the Five Great Clans all thought the same thing.
The thought that anyone has no choice but to have when seeing Patrick Schneider...
'What kind of guy is this?'
'What kind of guy is this?'
And Jeong Seon, who narrowly escaped the early symptoms of Qi Deviation, gritted his teeth and said.
"Even so, do you cause such a disturbance in Shaolin? Do you not even think of my face?"
"Ey, how much I respect Sect Leader Jeong Seon's face... Uh, thinking about it with my hand on my conscience, I didn't indeed."
"......"
"Sorry."
"Kugh..."
Here comes another Qi Deviation.
"Master!"
"Sect Leader!"
Disciples of the Kongtong Sect hurriedly stuck to Jeong Seon and supported him as he was about to collapse.
And following that, the Clan Head of the Hebei Peng Clan stepped forward, glaring with his two eyes, and said.
"Too rude. Who on earth are you?"
"Who are you then?"
"You... You?"
Peng Jin-ho was greatly flustered for a moment.
And he gritted his teeth and said.
"I am Peng Jin-ho, the Clan Head of the Hebei Peng Clan."
"Ah really? I am Patrick Sky Schneider, the master of the Twin Dragon Sect. By the way..."
Patrick looked closely at Peng Jin-ho.
At that gaze as if evaluating him, Peng Jin-ho exploded his fiery temper and said.
"What are you doing right now?"
"No, just... Well, just... Tsk."
Patrick didn't say much, but disappointment was blatantly revealed in his expression. As if the emotion 'You are the Clan Head of the Hebei Peng Clan? With that skill?' was melted into his face as is.
'This guy...'
Peng Jin-ho is also of the Hebei Peng Clan.
Although he is a person evaluated as cool-headed and calm for a Hebei Peng Clan member, his fundamental nature was a Peng Clan member to the bone.
Once his eyes roll back, he doesn't care about time and place.
"Fix that insolent habit..."
Tap.
It was then.
The Clan Head of the Peng Clan stiffened his whole body hard.
The moment he brought his hand to his blade and was about to draw it, the opponent gently pressed the handle of his treasured blade.
"Let's kill that temper a bit and live? Huh?"
"......"
The blood in his whole body cooled down coldly.
When? How?
He saw nothing and felt nothing.
'Perfect Subduing the Opponent by Striking Second. Against me?'
If the opponent's intention was killing rather than suppression, he would already not be a person of this world. And...
"......"
"......"
It wasn't just Peng Jin-ho whose blood cooled down.
All the leaders of the Nine Sects and heads of the Five Great Clans who watched this scene were astonished.
'They said the Jianghu is wide...'
'He looks to be from the Outer Regions, but to think there was such a master?'
Patrick, who imprinted his presence in a single move, said brusquely.
"Well if I'm not particularly welcomed, I will quietly go back. Before that..."
Patrick looked at the back of his group and said.
"Hey. Come out."
"S... Master Schneider. In this situation..."
"I said come out."
"......"
From behind the group, a man in shabby attire came forward.
'What is it?'
'Did they not say the Beggar's Gang is not attending?'
When others were wondering...
"Min!"
The Clan Head of the Namgung Clan shouted loudly.
Although he looked like a complete beggar, as a parent, he recognized his son.
"F... Father."
"How are you here... More than that, what is that appearance? What happened?"
"That is, well..."
Namgung Min floundered for a moment, and eventually...
"Sob... Fatheeeeeer!"
Started wailing.
"What is wrong? Why suddenly?"
"Fatheeeeeer... Demon... Sob sob... Training... Hell... Waaaaah."
"......"
What is it? Of course, the youngest was an unreliable and lacking child compared to his older brothers. But...
"Waaaaah. You know. Father. That Great Demon... Sob sob..."
It wasn't to this extent?
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