That One Is The Pride Of Evil Faction (2)

With his granddaughter’s help, his training pace seemed to have become ten times faster.

At that moment, Yu Seol leaned over his back and whispered into her grandfather’s ear.

“How is it? Is it working?”

Yu Jinsan slowly nodded once.

But it was more than just an effect. As his granddaughter’s internal qi seeped into his bloodline, his body felt as light as a feather.

Moreover, the overflowing power from his dantian was nearly uncontrollable.

“How much?”

His granddaughter kept asking, but he couldn’t reply.

Because he remained at a near-Peak level, he couldn’t recklessly move his body while circulating qi; he might end up injuring his internal organs.

By contrast, his granddaughter, whose bloodline flowed freely, was at a stage where she could even perform martial techniques while circulating qi.

“Why aren’t you answering?”

Why keep asking when she already knew. Yu Jinsan slowly nodded several times.

Yu Seol, finally satisfied, smiled and continued to help her grandfather.

The training continued for a full four hours.

The results gained in that time were enormous—equivalent to what he had struggled to achieve alone for ten days.

When Yu Jinsan opened his eyes again, his face was suffused with joy.

“Well done. Thanks to my Seol, I’ll soon become a peerless master as well.”

Yu Seol beamed and handed over something wrapped in a lotus leaf.

“You’re hungry, right? Eat this, Grandpa.”

Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t eaten anything all day.

He untied the string and peeled back the lotus leaf to reveal a golden-roasted chicken.

“It’s roasted. Where did you get something so precious?”

Roasted chicken is a dish where a young chicken is wrapped in lotus leaves and gently roasted in clay; it’s a distant Zhejiang delicacy here and thus very rare in Shaanxi.

“I got it at the market for you, Grandpa. Eat it quickly. It’s delicious.”

His heart warmed at his granddaughter’s thoughtfulness.

Out of respect for her gesture alone, he couldn’t help but try it immediately.

Yu Jinsan quickly tore off a drumstick and began to munch.

“It tastes amazing. Seol, you should try some too.”

“No, I’ve already eaten.”

His granddaughter propped her chin and stared at him with a pleased expression.

Her gaze was a bit overwhelming, but so what, she was his blood.

“It’s probably been decades since I ate something like this. I didn’t realize it tasted this good.”

The savory crispy skin and tender meat, seasoned with a touch of salt, couldn’t have tasted better.

While he was eating, his granddaughter stealthily asked.

“How was it with my help? Is your body closer to invulnerability?”

“Yes. With a little more, you’ll be able to withstand sword qi.”

“Ooh~ Really? Then shall we test it again?”

Yu Jinsan almost spat out the food in his mouth.

Wasn’t he just sent to the brink of the afterlife by his granddaughter’s punch not long ago?

Just thinking about that incident sent chills down his spine.

“No. Let’s test it again after I’ve achieved great success in the future.”

“Okay. I’ll come every day to help.”

With Seol helping like this, there was nothing more to fear. He might even aim for the Eight Stars, or rather the Empress of the Formation.

“Ah, truly there’s no one like our granddaughter.”

“Hehe. But Grandpa, did you hear something?”

“What?”

“I heard at the market that the World’s Best Spear Technique Tournament will be held in Hunan.”

It’s a martial arts contest to choose the Central Plains’ best spearman, held once every ten years.

The prize money isn’t huge, but winning grants the utmost honor for a spearman.

In Yu Jinsan’s memory, the last victor came from the Shandong Evil Family.

“So the time has come already. But what does that have to do with us?”

They still had a long way to go to avenge their household; this was no time to leisurely enter a spear tournament.

But his granddaughter seemed to think differently.

“Do you remember what you told me? You said you once entered the spear tournament when you were young.”

“Hmm… yes. Did I tell you when you were around three? Remarkable that you remembered it all.”

At that moment, Yu Seol narrowed her eyes and met her grandfather’s gaze.

“You got beaten by the third son of the Shandong Evil Family and cried in humiliation, didn’t you?”

“…When did I?”

“Don’t lie. I remember everything.”

Yu Jinsan was flustered.

Could it be because of her nature blessed with the five senses of immortals? He had muttered those complaints thinking she wouldn’t understand, yet she remembered them all.

Her memory truly surpassed imagination.

“I didn’t cry because I was hurt. It was just our family’s…”

Yu Seol gently placed both hands on her grandfather’s knee.

“Grandpa, you should enter once. You said your childhood wish was to win the spear tournament.”

That had been a muttered wish she said when she was far away. He was stunned that she had heard even that.

“Me, at my age…”

Yu Jinsan trailed off, but his heart was pounding.

Somewhere in his chest, a lingering regret seemed lodged.

It was a dream he had given up as he aged, but now things were different.

Then his granddaughter continued to persuade him once more.

“You said our family used to be the world’s best spearmen.”

“That’s right. Until the Yu family Wind Slaying Spear’s secret manual was lost to practical use.”

“Let’s take it back now. Grandpa, you can do it.”

After all, he was the head of a spear family.

There was no greater honor than restoring the family’s title as the world’s best spearmen.

Yu Jinsan’s heart raced more than ever.

He pondered while looking into his granddaughter’s eyes, but it didn’t last long.

‘Our Yu family head suffered annihilation in my generation; if things continue like this, I won’t have the face to look upon my ancestors even after death. Yes… before I die I should do at least one thing for the family.’

With his decision made, Yu Jinsan raised his arm and ruffled his granddaughter’s hair.

“Our Seol has grown so much. Thinking of the family like this.”

“Now there’s only you and me left in the family.”

“No. Although our household represented the You-family, there are still many relatives left. This opportunity to reclaim the family’s honor might not be bad.”

“Really?”

Yu Jinsan slowly nodded.

There were no special eligibility restrictions for the spear tournament; skill alone mattered.

So he planned to participate anonymously for now. Once all vendettas were settled in the future, he would reveal to the world that he was the head of the You-family.

“Alright. I’m not especially eager, but since our granddaughter says so, I can’t refuse.”

Yu Jinsan was secretly pleased, but pretended reluctance; he couldn’t act like a child in front of his granddaughter.

Yu Seol certainly didn’t miss her grandfather’s true feelings.

“Hehe. Great! Then from tomorrow I’ll help with spear training too.”

The next morning.

Hands clasped behind his back, Yu Jinsan wandered the Defeating Blade Clan with light steps.

He was on his way to a secluded training ground behind the manor, an enclosed place Baek Gyu had once made as a private training area for his granddaughter.

For once, a hum slipped from his lips.

At that moment, a familiar figure approached from the opposite side and greeted him.

“Good day, sir!”

It was Hong Gyun, who had recently been acknowledged for his skill and become a master in the Defeating Blade Clan.

Within the clan, he was reasonably skilled and polite.

Yu Jinsan smiled broadly and raised a hand in greeting.

“Ah. So it’s Hong Gyun.”

“Yes, sir. You seem to be in good spirits, almost dancing.”

“…Dancing?”

“I just saw you bobbing your shoulders.”

“You little thing? When did I?”

Yu Jinsan raised his hand as if to flick his forehead.

But despite standing on tiptoe, his short stature meant it was only a mock gesture.

Perhaps amused, Hong Gyun reddened with laughter and stepped back as if he couldn’t hold it in.

“Pfft. I have a formation training session to instruct, so I’ll be off.”

“Mischievous brat.”

Clicking his tongue, Yu Jinsan resumed his hum and walked on.

‘Of course there’s a good reason. This old man will soon enter the World’s Best Spear Technique Tournament.’

He didn’t want to spread the news; those who knew his identity might think him ridiculous for acting up at his age.

A month remained until the tournament; with nothing pressing, the timing was feasible.

At that moment, Yu Jinsan felt like he could fly.

When had his blood ever boiled like this? He felt the same excitement as when he first stepped into the martial world in his youth.

‘Our Seol has grown up. To be so filial and thoughtful.’

His granddaughter was approaching ten years old. Still a child, but the moments of maturity filled him with pride.

Upon arrival, he saw Yu Seol warming up.

She was lost in a trance, performing spear techniques in a spectacular display.

A pleased smile automatically spread across Yu Jinsan’s face.

“Our granddaughter is amazing! Like Zhao Zilong of Mount Shang charging at Chang Banpo!”

Maybe it was his praise, but Yu Seol’s movements suddenly quickened.

Whoosh! Swish!

Each time the Dragon Flower Spear passed, petals seemed to bloom, weaving patterns in the air.

A beauty that captivated the eye.

But the terror contained within was formidable; each strike a merciless death blossom formed of qi.

When the demonstration ended, Yu Seol drove the Dragon Flower Spear deep into the ground with a thud.

“How was it? Am I cool?”

“Of course! It’s like watching my younger self.”

Yu Seol doubled over, giggling.

After laughing for a while, she grabbed two wooden staves from a corner and tossed one to him.

“Puhihi. Hurry up, Grandpa, climb up.”

“Alright. Shall we play after a long time?”

Snatching up the staff, Yu Jinsan lunged straight at his granddaughter.

Swoosh!

A streak of light flashed from his spear tip.

Yu family Wind Slaying Spear’s seventh technique, One-Light Extreme Flash. A thrust technique of extreme speed.

It was a threatening attack, but Yu Seol barely moved, only shifting a single step to the side.

The staff’s tip slid past and pushed toward her chest.

She evaded it with the bare minimum of motion.

As if he had expected it, Yu Jinsan quickly rotated his body.

At the same time, the staff arced in a circle, aiming to strike the back of his granddaughter’s neck.

Rotating Dragon Killing Slash. A Wind-Slaying Spear technique used to cut down enemies in all directions.

It was his trump connected move, but again it met the same result.

Yu Seol, lowering her head to deflect the attack, showed complete composure.

And then, Yu Jinsan felt something touch his waist.

Tap!

“Your waist is exposed.”

The tip of the staff Yu Seol held was tapping at his waist.

“You little rascal!”

Furrowing his brow, Yu Jinsan unleashed Wind Slaying Spear techniques without restraint.

But he only sliced through empty air; none of it connected.

Thwack! Thwack!

“Think of yourself as the wind, and breathe life into your moves.”

A little thing trying to teach him.

He was incredulous, but the child undeniably possessed peerless martial talent.

Yu Jinsan continued his attacks as his granddaughter instructed.

Bang! Bang-bang!

It seemed to improve slightly, but he still couldn’t even graze his granddaughter’s lapel.

Accordingly, Yu Jinsan grew increasingly determined.

“How long will you keep dodging?”

Until now, Yu Seol had not launched a single counterattack.

His frustration was mounting.

“Grandpa, shall I show you a technique?”

Yu Jinsan knew all the spear techniques his granddaughter did.

She couldn’t have unknowingly learned other martial arts. Could it be that she had created her own technique?

He couldn’t help but be curious.

“Show me quickly. What is it?”

At that moment, the granddaughter who had only been evading finally moved. She pulled her spear and assumed an attacking posture.

“Unique Lethal Kill.”

“…?”