Yin Monster Is A Jester. (1)

The chief’s office inside Soyo Mountain Villa.

When the grandfather and granddaughter arrived, the chief had laid out simple refreshments and was waiting.

As if the matter had been resolved, his previously dark face looked noticeably brighter.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting. I was out of my mind lately… Please, sit.”

Yu Jinsan sat opposite with his granddaughter and spoke softly.

“It’s fine, no need to worry. By the way, did things end well?”

“Thanks to you, it ended well. The Yin Monster, great hero, helped us and was a great aid.”

Yu Seol shrugged once and ‘thumped’ a coin pouch onto the table.

Judging from its weight, it was certain there was a considerable amount of money inside.

“This is our condolence money.”

It looked uncomfortably large, but refusing condolence money would be impolite.

Meng Nam-cheon picked up the pouch, clasped his hands, and expressed his gratitude.

“Thank you truly. I will never forget the favor received from the great heroes.”

Yu Seol replied with a faint smile and began tasting the snacks laid out on the table.

In the meantime, Yu Jinsan quietly grabbed his teacup and asked the chief.

“By the way, how long did you hold out there that day?”

The spirit of Meng Nam-cheon, seen again before him, was no ordinary thing.

Although his name didn’t make the Murim’s top ten warriors, one could be sure he was not beneath them.

Given that he had been driven to the point of near-death back then, Yu Jinsan suddenly grew curious about the circumstances.

“We held that pass for half a day. If the great heroes had been even a little later, we would have been annihilated.”

“On the other hand, if we had arrived a few days earlier, we might have prevented the disaster.”

The chief waved his hands and protested.

“Not at all. If you had arrived too early, practiced martial contests, and left quickly, what then? I would have had to face the enemies with my wounds.”

His words were not wrong. If they had arrived before the White Flower Blood Cult attacked, they would have only sparred and left.

In result, for Soyo Mountain Villa it was practically a stroke of heaven’s luck.

“Now tell me about the White Flower Blood Cult. What kind of bastards attacked this place?”

Meng Nam-cheon nodded and continued his explanation calmly.

“The White Flower Blood Cult was a force that had been building strength in the shadows for a very long time. They only rose up in Jiangsu recently, so in distant regions they may be unfamiliar.”

Yu Jinsan had also only learned of them recently through the Black Night Gang.

They were in the opposite region from Shaanxi where he had been active, so it wasn’t surprising.

“Please continue.”

“They swept through Jiangsu and its surroundings, and now they’re spreading into Zhejiang Province. They probably intend to dominate the eastern region first, where the Murim Alliance’s influence is weak.”

“I see. So Soyo Mountain Villa stepped forward to stop the White Flower Blood Cult?”

“Yes. The problem was that we underestimated them. We shouldn’t have done that…”

Meng Nam-cheon trailed off, seeming to deeply regret the past.

At the time they probably feared nothing. They had the mighty Storm Rider backing them. Unorthodox sects would not have entered their minds.

Yu Jinsan kept asking the questions that interested him.

“By the way, how did your master end up missing from the White Flower Blood Cult?”

“He was keeping them in check alone. He tirelessly worked to discover their base and bring them down. Even so, he sent word every few days…”

Then at some point his whereabouts became mysterious.

“So you think something went wrong.”

A shadow crossed Meng Nam-cheon’s face. Even now he seemed worried about his master.

“Honestly, I can’t believe it either. My master had achieved the Profound Realm. What on earth happened there…?”

As expected, Storm Rider was also a high master who had reached the Profound Realm.

He had undergone Age Revival twice, so it wasn’t strange.

But for such a great figure to suddenly suffer misfortune? No matter how they thought about it, it didn’t sit right.

“Is there perhaps a master in the White Flower Blood Cult who could deal with him?”

Meng Nam-cheon rummaged through his chest and took out a letter, handing it over.

“It’s a dispatch sent before my master went missing. Please check it yourself.”

Yu Jinsan opened the dispatch from Storm Rider that Meng Nam-cheon had handed him.

Yu Seol, curious, peeked over and began to read together.

The beginning was greetings to his disciples, and the middle part detailed the work he had been doing.

It also said he would return to Soyo Mountain Villa within a few days.

Up to that point there was nothing particularly unusual.

The most interesting part was the section at the bottom about the Cult Leader.

While reading the investigation notes about him, Yu Jinsan came upon a phrase that surprised him.

“The supremely demonic arts manual left by Silver Wind has fallen into the hands of the Cult Leader?”

Yu Seol blinked beside him and asked.

“Who is Silver Wind?”

“He was the legendary demon leader who once soaked the martial world in blood. Wherever he passed, the bloody winds never ceased.”

Among the elders of the martial world, there would be no one who hadn’t heard that name.

He was such a dominant demon leader in the history of the martial world.

“Was he good at fighting?”

“Yes. It was because of a technique called Soul Manipulation. It’s a very cruel demonic art that can only be cultivated through human sacrifices.”

Soul Manipulation Technique. A terrifying demonic art that absorbs human vital qi to infinitely increase internal qi.

At that time, Silver Wind was said to have gained a thousand years’ worth of Internal qi through this technique.

“The Cult Leader learned such a thing? I’ll have to give him a scolding.”

The granddaughter was eager to punish the Cult Leader, but Yu Jinsan couldn’t shake his uneasy feeling.

The strength of the White Flower Blood Cult was beyond imagination.

At that moment, Meng Nam-cheon, who had been watching, asked a question.

“Do you remember the demonic cult?”

“How could I forget. Weren’t they exterminated by General Somu decades ago?”

“That’s right. But some remnants survived and were absorbed into the White Flower Blood Cult. It seems the Cult Leader obtained that demonic arts manual in the process.”

So the information heard from the Black Night Clan was all true.

Moreover, the revival of the atrocious demonic art Soul Manipulation Technique was no ordinary matter.

They had the sense that these were more dangerous than expected.

“I understand the contents. So what do you want from us?”

They were asking why he had requested they stay a few more days.

Yu Jinsan was certain he would ask a favor.

After a brief pause, Meng Nam-cheon began to speak cautiously.

“Help us find my missing master.”

“…Hmm.”

Yu Jinsan didn’t answer, crossing his arms and falling into thought.

He thought that if they intervened it would likely bring more harm than good.

“Right now I have no one I can trust or rely on. If you grant this favor, I will never forget it.”

“Soyo Mountain Villa is part of the Justice Faction. Why ask for help from Heterodox factions instead of requesting assistance from the Murim Alliance?”

The moment the word Murim Alliance was mentioned, his eyebrows twitched.

It seemed his relationship with them was not very good.

“Cowards. Using the war with the Evil Sect Alliance as an excuse, they pass them off to us and just watch.”

Yu Seol, who had been watching silently, sighed and said.

“I knew it. Sly and despicable cowards.”

“Please help us, Yin Monster great hero. If we can find my master, I might even give up being part of the Justice Faction.”

For a Justice Faction member to abandon the faction is to deny their identity.

Meng Nam-cheon seemed that desperate and earnest.

After briefly weighing the benefits, Yu Jinsan received a telepathic message from his granddaughter.

• Grandpa, why won’t you say yes to helping?

• It might be dangerous, so I have to consider it carefully.

If Storm Rider had gone missing, they needed to be cautious and cautious again.

But Yu Seol’s thoughts seemed different.

• How can someone who runs away out of fear become the Supreme?

• Hmm. Sometimes there are matters that can’t be solved by force.

• I can solve it. And Grandpa, you said: if you give to the poor, it will return to you threefold later.

Yu Jinsan was genuinely surprised by his granddaughter’s resolute will and logical words.

He couldn’t bring himself to oppose it.

He looked at his granddaughter with an approving gaze and sent one last telepathic message.

• When did our Seol grow this much. Grandpa will watch, so go ahead and decide.

He wanted to see if his granddaughter had the qualities to become the Supreme and lead the martial world.

Without a hint of hesitation, Yu Seol thrust her adorable fist forward.

“Chief uncle, do you know what this is?”

“That’s a fist… isn’t it?”

“This is my justice. I’m going there now to carry out justice.”

Watching, Yu Jinsan sighed. What kind of justice enforcement is this for a search mission?

On the other hand, Meng Nam-cheon was moved and repeatedly clasped his hands, exclaiming.

“Thank you! Truly, thank you!”

“But when you find him, you must tell him to spar with me. Okay?”

“Of, of course. That kind of thing, tens of times if needed…”

Satisfied, Yu Seol smiled wryly and asked.

“By the way, where should we go to find him?”

“My master is a gourmand, and he especially loves a shrimp stew called yuminha. If he went to Jiangsu, he must have eaten that dish many times.”

“It’s soy-braised shrimp, right? I’ve had it too, it was incredibly delicious.”

It was the dish recommended by Cheon Ilho the innkeeper they met a few days ago.

Meng Nam-cheon nodded and said.

“That’s right. Inns that know how to prepare yuminha are limited, so we should investigate his whereabouts starting from that area.”

“Okay. I can do it.”

“Thank you truly. Before you depart, I’ll assign a few clever kids to accompany you. They should be of help.”

Yu Seol nodded, looked at her grandfather, and said.

“I’ll be back soon, so Grandpa stay here.”

Yu Jinsan asked with a baffled expression.

“Of course I’m coming with you, what kind of talk is that? You expect me to stay here alone?”

“What if the White Flower Blood Cult attacks again? Someone needs to stay and guard.”

Yu Seol’s concern made sense enough.

Since none of the Blood Sword Squad who had attacked here returned alive, the White Flower Blood Cult wouldn’t just let it go.

If by chance they attacked again, the chief alone would find it hard to fend them off.

“Hmm.”

He hadn’t expected his granddaughter to think this far. He was increasingly amazed.

Now he felt he could trust and entrust her, but how could he be at ease sending her alone?

• In return, there’s one condition.

When he sent the telepathic message to his granddaughter, she immediately replied with a question.

• Huh? What condition?“

• Don’t attempt anything too dangerous alone. Consult with your attendants and just investigate the surroundings and return. Understood?

His granddaughter sometimes got so excited that she lost all sense of reason.

That was what Yu Jinsan worried about most.

• Grandpa. You really doubted Seol that much? You don’t trust Seol?“

• No, child. Of course Grandpa trusts you.

But even saying it dozens of times, the grandfather’s heart remained anxious.

To reassure such a grandfather, Yu Seol smiled and sent her final telepathic message.

• I’ll be back soon, so don’t worry. I’ll bring you a present when I come back~

All that remained was to confirm the departure time and the detailed plan.

Yu Jinsan began to carefully examine the plan Meng Nam-cheon had prepared.