Chapter 46
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Translator: Wjin
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Here It Is, You Bastard (2)
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“How dare you cause a scene!”
“Let go of the Branch Head!”
The branch members of the reception hall charged toward Moo-jin.
They surged at him with their sky-blue Flying Cloud Robes flapping dramatically,
but—
Thud! Bam—
they were flung back even faster than they'd rushed in, slamming into the walls and losing consciousness.
Moo-jin had casually swept his hand, unleashing a palm wind that felled all eight of them.
“You... you mad bastard!”
Yun Wang-su thrashed wildly to escape Moo-jin's grip. He pushed at Moo-jin's arms with both hands and kicked frantically, trying to break free.
But his body wouldn't budge, as if his collar had been snagged on an immovable boulder.
“Stay still. Unless you want all your limbs shattered.”
“...Do you think you'll get away with this? You think you can stir up trouble in our main house and just stroll out unscathed!?”
Judging that escape by force was impossible, Yun Wang-su tried to pressure Kang Moo-jin with words.
He was leveraging the mighty name of the Sichuan Yun Family to crush him.
But.
“You think you'll get away with opening your mouth like that? You think you can walk down on your own two legs?”
“...”
Under the fierce glare and threat from Kang Moo-jin, Yun Wang-su clamped his mouth shut instead.
A sharp warning bell rang in his mind: one more word, and family or no, he might end up dead right there.
“You wretch!”
“Who dares cause a ruckus in the Yun Family grounds!”
At that moment, elders of the Sichuan Yun Family made their appearance.
Five elders approached, their sky-blue Flying Cloud Robes—embroidered with the Yun Family's signature cloud emblem—billowing as they swiftly encircled Kang Moo-jin.
“Who are you?”
The head of the Sichuan Yun Family, Yun Byok-jin—the Thunderbolt Sword Hero—whose massive frame towered a full head above even the elders, stepped into the reception hall.
“Who dares make such a commotion?”
With his chiseled jaw framed by a thick beard and sharp eyes glinting beneath bushy brows, Yun Byok-jin stood squarely facing Moo-jin.
Kang Moo-jin was already far larger than the average man, but Yun Byok-jin loomed even taller.
“Was it you making the noise?”
“That was me.”
“Why?”
Instead of answering, Moo-jin set Yun Wang-su down and shot him a sidelong glance.
Under that gaze—like facing a tiger deep in the mountains—Yun Wang-su trembled violently.
“I asked for information on my missing brother, but he ignored and dismissed me.”
“Is this true?”
“F-Family Head, it's... not...”
“Quiet.”
Yun Byok-jin silenced him with a gesture, grasping the situation just from the fear flickering in Yun Wang-su's eyes.
“Hmm.”
Yun Byok-jin frowned, scanning the surroundings.
The reception hall looked as if it had been raided—utter chaos. Cracks spiderwebbed across the walls like webs.
And every single branch member lay sprawled unconscious on the floor.
“You have cause, but your hand was too heavy. If you weren't looking down on the Sichuan Yun Family, you wouldn't have gone this far.”
Each word from Yun Byok-jin carried an overwhelming pressure that made resistance feel futile.
Any ordinary person would have bowed under his sheer presence and stature.
“Respect is only for those who earn it.”
“Ho.”
A glint of interest flashed in Yun Byok-jin's eyes as he regarded Moo-jin.
He felt an affinity for the man's unshakable poise, like a mountain unmoved by the aura pressing down on him.
“Interesting. Surely you know bold words like that invite blood?”
“I've been ready to see blood ever since challenging the Sichuan Yun Family to a duel.”
Of course, the blood Moo-jin had in mind wasn't his own—it was the Yun Family's.
They would pay for daring to hide information about his brother and treat him with contempt.
“Hahaha!”
Yun Byok-jin's booming laughter filled the hall, laced with such profound inner energy that it shook the walls.
“So, you're saying you'll take on the entire Sichuan Yun Family alone?”
“...”
Kang Moo-jin gave no reply. Instead, he met the gaze with eyes burning with fierce resolve.
Sometimes, a single look conveyed more than a hundred words.
“Family Head, no need to accept.”
“Just punish him. Arrogant fool—challenging the Sichuan Yun Family to a duel!”
“ mete out punishment! A severe one, Family Head!”
The elders' eyes brimmed with indignation toward Moo-jin. It was clear they held back only because the Family Head stood before them.
“Can't do that. Very well. I accept your challenge.”
Yun Byok-jin and the elders led Kang Moo-jin out of the reception hall toward a secluded area.
Even as they ventured deep into the Yun Family grounds—where outsiders never tread—Moo-jin's steps showed no hesitation.
'Impressive.'
A spark lit in Yun Byok-jin's eyes as he observed that confident stride.
It had been ages since he'd seen a young man exuding such heroic spirit.
“That kid... doesn't he remind you of me in my youth?”
“Pardon? What are you talking about? His personality and looks are completely different.”
“...”
Yun Byok-jin let out a soft sigh at the tactless elder's response.
“Just keep walking.”
Dismissing the foolhardy elder, Yun Byok-jin glanced sidelong at Moo-jin.
'These days, there are no youngsters with that kind of spirit. Back in my time, that was what was cool.'
Nowadays, such behavior would get your head chopped off—or your clan wiped out, they said.
But in Yun Byok-jin's youth, that boldness earned applause and respect.
'Sigh... these kids today.'
Tsking in regret, Yun Byok-jin's gaze met Moo-jin's.
“Ho.”
Intense fervor burned in Moo-jin's eyes. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing.
Men with shared boldness tended to think alike.
“...Splendid.”
A glint crossed Moo-jin's eyes as he regarded Yun Byok-jin.
“What is?”
Yun Yu-hwa, who'd been sticking close enough to brush against him, asked.
“That Flying Cloud Robe. The material is exquisite.”
Truly living up to its fame as one of the Four Great Silks, Yun Byok-jin's robe was magnificent.
Evenly spaced lattice patterns on glossy sky-blue silk that shimmered in the sunlight. And the clouds, embroidered without a single flaw.
Without a doubt, finer than any Moo-jin had ever seen.
“Sell that, and it'd fetch a fortune.”
“...Oppa sometimes seems a bit odd.”
Yu-hwa tilted her head, unable to comprehend.
“Golden Ghost Indestructible. This way.”
Moo-jin moved to the center of the circular sparring arena, unlike typical rectangular ones.
“Here lies the Sichuan Yun Family's pride: the Five Elements Binding Formation.”
“The... Five Elements Binding Formation?!”
Yu-hwa's eyes widened at the words.
“You know it?”
“Of course! It's one of the most famous formations!”
The Sichuan Yun Family uniquely wielded martial arts based on the Five Elements.
Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth.
Harmonizing these five energies—the essence and flow of nature—to forge their swordsmanship was the foundation of Yun Family arts.
And their most renowned technique: the Five Elements Binding Formation, which sealed foes using the metal element.
“They say even the Ten Martial Venerables can't move once it's activated.”
Sealing the Five Elements was tantamount to sealing qi itself.
The more a warrior relied on constant inner energy circulation, the more devastating the seal.
Thus, greater masters were all the more vulnerable to this formation.
“You challenged the Sichuan Yun Family. This formation represents us.”
With a nod from Yun Byok-jin, the five elders spaced themselves evenly at the circle's edge.
“Now, these five elders will activate it. Break through, and it's your victory. You'll get the information on your brother, too.”
“Oppa, absolutely not!”
Yu-hwa shook her head firmly, whispering urgently.
“It's impossible to break out once it's up! Stopping it before activation, maybe—but after? No way.”
Moo-jin responded by gently patting the back of her head.
“Don't worry. I'll finish it quick.”
“Ho.”
A glint entered the eyes of Moo-jin, now trapped within the formation.
“Well-deserved reputation.”
The scenery inside differed utterly from outside.
A rocky mountain of earth and stone soared skyward. Three suns blazed with intense heat.
No land on the ground—just a vast sea. Massive trees rooted beneath it thrust their heads above the waves.
A bizarre landscape far removed from reality.
Most would panic at the sight, but Moo-jin remained utterly calm.
'Not my first rodeo with freaky vistas like this.'
He'd grown numb to such worlds in the Linked Qi Realm.
Compared to moon-devouring monstrosities, this was downright mundane.
-Arrogant fool. Think you can escape the Five Elements Binding Formation?
-Delusion. The Family Head spared your life, but you'll die here!
The elders' thunderous voices boomed from the sky, thick with hostility. They meant business.
“Five Elements, huh. So, I pick one element, crush it, and slip through the gap?”
As Moo-jin surmised, escaping required selecting the element he was most confident against—making it the Gate of Life—and overpowering it amid interference from the other four elders.
In simple terms: withstand four elders' obstruction, defeat one, and break free.
“Eh. Easier to just smash it all.”
Locating the core, targeting it, suppressing the energy to force a Gate of Life, then escaping? Too much hassle for Moo-jin.
Why bother when he could pulverize everything?
Thwack—!
Kicking aside the sea, Moo-jin leaped into the air and landed atop the rocky peak.
Eying house-sized boulders, he gripped one with both hands, hoisting it overhead.
“Dodge well. I won't be responsible if you get crushed.”
Moo-jin hurled boulders using raw arm strength alone.
Whoosh—!
Leaving his hands, they streaked like meteors with trailing tails,
Bam—!
“Gaaah!”
and the elders' agonized screams echoed deafeningly through the formation.