The man who appeared before Jangson Cheongi was a Little Heavenly Lord candidate of Martial Deity Heaven and the Jangson Clan’s eldest son—Jangson Mugi.Jangson Mugi glanced around, his smile deepening.“Our little brother—so you ran away, but it doesn’t seem you wasted those two years.”“Elder brother, have you been well?”“I wasn’t, you punk. You should’ve come back on the day your elder brother emerged. You’re far too late.”“I’m sorry.”“Hahaha! No, it’s fine. You came back like this, that’s enough. But could you tell me what this situation is right now?”At Jangson Mugi’s question, one of the warriors spoke up.“T-The Clan Head ordered us to bind Young Master Cheongi and escort him in. So we were trying to carry out the command faithfully…”“Really? Father said that?”“Y-Yes.”Jangson Mugi looked at Jangson Cheongi and grinned.“So it’s Father’s order. Can’t be helped.”“Elder brother?”“Come on—submit quietly to being bound.”“Elder brother? You’re joking, right?”“Not joking. I’m afraid of Father too.”“I came to pay my respects to Father. I’m not going to run.”“Can’t be helped. It’s Father’s order. If you don’t like it, then beat your elder brother.”That was the real aim.Binding was a pretext.He wanted to check his younger brother’s skill.“Sigh… How could I face Elder Brother?”Jangson Cheongi held out both hands.“All right, then. Bind me.”At that reaction, Jangson Mugi looked a little hurt.“What’s this? You should hold out to the end like you did with the men here. Giving up so easily?”“You’re my elder brother. How could I defy your words?”“No… you could defy them. Wasn’t being bound worse than death to you?”“If it’s you, it’s fine.”Jangson Mugi’s expression shifted more and more to “this isn’t it.”Then, with a “to hell with it” look, he rushed at Jangson Cheongi.Startled to see his brother suddenly charging him, Jangson Cheongi dodged without thinking.When his attack was slipped so easily, Jangson Mugi exclaimed.“Look at that.”That strike was one only a corps-leader-grade expert could avoid.Dodging that so lightly meant he was beyond corps-leader grade.Admirable.He’d thought the boy ran away because he was thoughtless; now it seemed he’d gone off to train in the martial path.Dotingly fond of his little brother, Jangson Mugi fell into a happy misunderstanding.“Hahaha! My little brother, you’re truly remarkable! Now dodge this too.”“E-Elder brother! Why are you doing this?”“Why? I’m checking how much you’ve grown.”Jangson Mugi’s movement turned more precise and powerful than earlier.Jangson Cheongi slipped nimbly past the fast-flying strikes.“Wow! You dodged that too?”Jangson Mugi kept marveling.“Elder brother! Please stop!”“You try attacking too.”“Sir? How can I attack my elder brother?”“Do it. Mm?”“I can’t.”“Think of it as a duel. Mm? I’m curious about my little brother’s skill.”“Sigh…”Jangson Cheongi couldn’t help a sigh.“Our little brother—how many stages of Heaven-Dragon Thunder-Lightning Divine Art have you mastered?”“Elder brother, that’s a martial art only you can learn.”“Hey, what’s this? I secretly taught you, didn’t I?”“I didn’t learn it.”“Huh? Why?”“At the time… I didn’t like it.”“Huh…”“So I learned a different martial art.”“Which one?”“Wind-Dragon Fan Divine Art.”“Wind-Dragon Fan Divine Art? That existed?”“It’s a martial art that uses a fan.”A fan?Come to think of it, his brother did carry a fan around.He’d thought it was just for flair, but apparently not.“Then you carried the fan because…?”“That’s right. I was learning that martial art.”Jangson Mugi’s gaze dropped to Jangson Cheongi’s hands.There was no fan in them.Which meant he hadn’t gone all-out against the clan’s men.Jangson Mugi spoke, face turning serious.“Take out the fan and face me with that art.”“Elder brother?”“Hurry. Show me your attainment. Show me you’ve grown up.”At Jangson Mugi’s words, Jangson Cheongi hesitated a moment, then sighed and drew a fan from his robes.It gleamed gold, plainly extraordinary at a glance.“The fan looks splendid.”“Thank you. It’s called the Wind-and-Cloud Invincible Fan.”“Wind-and-Cloud Invincible Fan. Good name.”“I didn’t think I’d be dueling Elder Brother.”“I’ve been waiting for this day—the day I could enjoy a duel with you.”Hearing he’d waited for this day changed the look in Jangson Cheongi’s eyes.“If that’s your wish… Understood.”SHRAKK—Jangson Cheongi snapped the fan open, covering half his face.“Don’t take me lightly. Lowering your guard is forbidden, Elder Brother.”To be lectured by him.Jangson Mugi felt the years all at once.He was moved.That little child had grown so much he was lecturing him.He wanted to run over and pull him into a tight hug.But not now.His little brother was a proper man.He had to treat him as a true man.The smile faded from Jangson Mugi’s face, replaced by a serious look.“Good. I should heed my brother’s words. From now on I’ll face you as an enemy. Understood?”“That’s what I wanted.”“Come. I’ll yield the first move.”“Then I won’t decline.”FWISH—Jangson Cheongi burst forward and swept the fan.“Wind-Throw Fan!”WHOOOOOO—A powerful wind whirled and then shot in a straight line toward Jangson Mugi.Weaving through the wind, Jangson Mugi moved in on Jangson Cheongi.“Wave!”Jangson Cheongi folded the fan.The surging vortex instantly diffused, flinging razor air in all directions.FWIP-FWIP-FWIP-FWIP—SHRAKK—Jangson Mugi’s hems were sliced.Grin—He’d sliced ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) his clothes.Tremble—His body shook with emotion.His little brother had grown this well.He wanted to see more.Of his brother’s growth.Jangson Mugi deliberately kept distance, drawing his brother’s attacks.It didn’t work.His brother was quicker on the uptake than expected.“Keeping distance to probe me won’t help.”“Hoh… You caught that?”FLITTER—Before the words finished, something flew fast.Jangson Cheongi’s fan.The fan flew, saturated with Astral Qi.Throwing his weapon?What if he caught it?Was he still green in live combat?The instant he thought that—A chill pricked at his back.The fan flying at his face wasn’t what mattered.Jangson Mugi slipped aside in a flash.A lethal something scythed past right in front of his nose.“Ugh!”Startled, Jangson Mugi cried out despite himself.He had been standing where the fan had been thrown—A glance back showed his own afterimage fading.Jangson Cheongi had deceived him with Transposition and rushed him from behind.TAP—And then he snatched the oncoming fan and chained straight into another attack.“Heaven-Wind Cast!”KWA-AAAAA—A crushing gale thundered down on Jangson Mugi with the weight to flatten everything.All grown up, my little brother.A smile spread across his lips.In an instant Jangson Mugi was swept up by the powerful wind.So easily swept away?It was Jangson Cheongi—the attacker—who was thrown for a moment.“Elder brother!”As he cried out in alarm—ZZZZRRT—He felt the same tingle at his back as when he’d faced Yeon Woo Jin.‘Damn! Elder Brother used Transposition too.’If he had used it, there was no way his brother couldn’t.He didn’t evade.They said the best defense was offense.Jangson Cheongi whipped the fan behind him.“Flying Dragon Eight Fans!”KWOOUUUUM—Eight dragons surged up from the ground.“Haha! This is… killing me.”A joyful laugh rang out.Jangson Mugi was truly delighted.Not only had he read his movement perfectly, he hadn’t dodged—he’d attacked instead.It was the correct judgment.If he’d dodged, he would’ve been hit.He’d intended to strike into every direction he might dodge.But because Cheongi counterattacked, he’d had no chance.Admirable.Admirable beyond words.He wanted to go scrub his hair raw with praise.When he became the Little Heavenly Lord, Jangson Cheongi had to become the clan’s Young Clan Head.As Young Clan Head, his skill was beyond reproach.There was no need to see more.He should ask Father at once to let Jangson Cheongi learn the Heaven-Dragon Thunder-Lightning Divine Art.It wasn’t too late.Jangson Mugi laughed.“That’s enough. I’ve seen your skill plenty.”Jangson Cheongi let out a breath.“I still have a long way to go to catch up to you.”“Haha! No. You’ve almost caught up.”“No. You didn’t even draw the Heaven-Dragon Thunder-Lightning Divine Art.”“You little brat. I was going to use it at the end—but you counterattacked, so I couldn’t. You forced me back; that’s enough.”Being acknowledged, Jangson Cheongi felt tears threaten.How he had longed to hear those words.If only Father acknowledged him now, he would have no regrets.“Father will be proud of you too. Right, Father?”At Jangson Mugi’s words, every gaze swung to one side.There stood Jangson Gunbo with his hands clasped behind his back.Focused on facing Jangson Mugi, Jangson Cheongi hadn’t noticed his father arrive.Well, he hadn’t had the leeway to think of anything else.“Father, your son has returned.”“Ahem! Enough. I’ll receive your bow inside. Follow me.”With that, Jangson Gunbo flicked around and headed for his quarters.Jangson Mugi came up smiling and murmured,“You saw Father’s mouth?”“Sir?”“It was twitching. He was barely holding back a smile.”“R-Really?”“Yeah. Father’s anger is gone. Let’s go.”“Yes.” ****“You went out with such bravado—it seems you weren’t just playing around.”At Jangson Gunbo’s words, Jangson Cheongi lowered his head.“I’m sorry for disappointing you, Father.”“Enough. If you do well from now on, that’s fine. Come back in. I ordered your quarters to be cleaned.”At that, Jangson Cheongi spoke, face guilty.“I’m sorry, Father. I don’t think I can come home for a while.”“What do you mean?”“I have something I must do.”“Something you must do?”Jangson Cheongi glanced at Jangson Mugi.“What? Why look at me? Does it involve me?”Jangson Cheongi nodded.“What is it? It involves me, and you look troubled? Don’t tell me… you’re helping a Little Heavenly Lord candidate who isn’t me?”He didn’t answer.He only hung his head.“Whoa… so it’s true.”At Jangson Cheongi’s reaction, Jangson Gunbo exploded.“Is what Mugi said true? You’re really helping another candidate?”“Yes, Father.”CRASH—!“Have you lost your mind! You know full well your elder brother is a Little Heavenly Lord candidate, and you—what did you say? You’re helping someone else?”“Father, please calm down and hear Cheongi out. There could be circumstances.”At Jangson Mugi’s intercession, Jangson Gunbo, still fuming, sat back down.“Fine. Speak. Who are you helping, and why? Did they seize a weakness on you? Your father will resolve it.”“No one has anything on me. The problem is, I owe too many debts of grace.”“Grace?”“Yes. The only reason I could become this strong is entirely thanks to him.”“Him?”Jangson Gunbo’s face hardened by degrees.“Who is this candidate? Heonwon? Or Hoyeon? If not, Hyeok Ryeon? Danmok?”“None of them.”“None of them? Don’t tell me… it isn’t that new registrant—Yeom Woo Jin?”“It is.”“What?”SCRAPE—Jangson Gunbo stood up again.His face twisted with rage.“You call some rootless wretch ‘him’ and serve him? The blood of me, Jangson Gunbo?”“He is my lord.”

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