Chapter 223 Blood Sea Demon Yoon-sak-1

Chapter 223: Blood Sea Demon Yoon-sak-1

“Waaaaaah!”

Yun Sak charged madly forward, unleashing a barrage of strikes at Seon Woo-jin.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

But Yoon-sak’s sword didn’t reach Seon Woo-jin.

Seon Woo-jin quickly backed away, maintaining distance from Yun Sak.

Swish!

Seon Woo-jin’s movements flowed like the wind, effortlessly parrying Yoon Sak’s sword.

The difference in their techniques was overwhelming.

Yun Sak’s technique couldn’t even catch Seon Woo-jin’s deliberate retreating steps.

Grit!

Yoon Sak glared at Seon Woo-jin with eyes that seemed ready to devour him, grinding his teeth.

But Seonwoo Jin merely curled the corners of his mouth into a faint, bitter smile and clicked his tongue.

“Tsk.”

It felt like he was mocking him, as if to say, “Is that all you’ve got?”

And to Yoon-sak, it also felt like he was asking, “Is that really okay?”

Suddenly, Yun Sak glanced around.

Then, right behind him, he saw the three men from the Jin family closing in on them.

Individually, they weren’t particularly threatening, but when they joined forces with that bastard In-Pal-Rang, they felt like an impenetrable wall…

And further out, the battle between Jin Gajang’s warriors and Baekgyobang’s warriors was in full swing.

“Haah!”

“Gah!”

“Die!”

“Gah!”

But even at a glance, the outcome was clear.

Baekgyobang’s ordinary warriors were no match for Jin Gajang.

Defeat was all too evident.

Yun Sak had no choice but to make a decision in that moment.

There was no other choice now.

It was time to retreat to the main camp.

And as quickly as possible.

Yun Sak dodged the three men from the Jin family who swung their clubs at him, leaping sideways as he shouted.

“Retreat!”

Without even checking his subordinates’ movements, he began running toward the ship first.

Pababak!

His sudden order left the Baekgyobang warriors flustered.

Yun Sak, the Blood Sea Demon who had never once ordered retreat—who would even chop off his subordinates’ heads without hesitation if they suggested falling back—had suddenly shouted “Retreat!” and fled first.

Then the soldiers of Baekgyobang, already crumbling, completely lost their will to fight and began to flee.

“Retreat? Retreat! Retreat!”

“Retreat! Everyone, flee!”

Seizing the moment, Jin Gongmu, the head of the Jin Clan, shouted with all his might, channeling his inner energy.

– Don’t let them escape! Never let those who dared invade the Jin Clan return alive!

“Waaaaaaaah!”

The Baekgyobang warriors, abandoned by Yun Sak, were utterly routed.

They began fleeing in a panic, utterly unable to resist the Jin Family warriors pursuing them from behind.

It had now become a massacre that could scarcely be called a fight at all.

Gazing at that scene, Jin Gongmu felt his heart grow warm.

Just moments ago, he had foreseen his own death, yet here he was, alive and triumphant—it was overwhelmingly moving.

Then, suddenly, he looked at his daughter.

Above all else, Jin So-eun—the existence of his daughter, whom he had only just come to realize—was profoundly moving.

That someone would appear to revive the Natural Gwon, which he had thought was completely severed, and that it was his own daughter? Even if it were a dream, it wouldn’t be this moving.

Jin Gongmu felt an immediate urge to rush to his father and daughter.

But as the head of the Jin family, he knew well what took precedence over that.

He approached Seonwoo Jin first, bowed respectfully, and said,

“Thanks to your kindness, our Jin Family Manor has escaped this crisis. We are truly grateful, Young Master In.”

He knew all too well that even if Jin So-eun had revived Natural Gon, they would never have been able to defeat Yun Sak without that Prince In Parang.

The Jin family owed him an immense debt of gratitude.

Then, Seon Woo-jin, who had been watching Yoon Sak’s retreating back with an unreadable expression, turned his gaze and bowed respectfully to Jin Gong-mu.

“My quest for vengeance merely coincided with an encounter with the Jin family. And… I’m sorry, but let’s discuss the rest later. Master Jang, it would be best for you to tend to your father’s condition first.”

With those words, Seon Woo-jin launched himself forward in an instant, shooting off like an arrow.

Pang!

His target was Yoon-sak, who was already boarding a boat and fleeing.

Sunwoo Jin swiftly chased after the boat, then leaped several times like a swallow across the water before clinging to the stern of Yoon Sak’s boat.

It seemed he was determined to pursue him.

Jin Gongmu, thinking his actions were likely driven by vengeance, was purely amazed by his technique.

“Water Goddess, wow! How did he reach such a level at that age….”

Then, suddenly, he recalled the last words he had spoken.

‘To investigate Father’s circumstances?’

Earlier, Father Jin Sam-mong had been struck in the chest by Yun Sak’s sword.

But since Jin Sam-mong had immediately applied pressure to the wound, the bleeding hadn’t been excessive…

As Jin Gongmu turned his head with that thought, Jin So-eun’s urgent voice suddenly reached his ears.

“Grandfather! Grandfather! What are you doing?!”

Jin Gongmu looked over in shock.

There, Jin Samong lay collapsed in Jin So-eun’s arms, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.

Jin Gongmu rushed to his father’s side.

“Father! Father, why…?!”

As he shouted, it suddenly dawned on him.

Just moments before, Jin Samong had been the sick man lying in bed.

And that very man had suddenly appeared, brimming with the vigor of a warrior, and fought none other than the Blood Sea Demon, Yun Sak.

Jin Gongmu muttered without realizing it.

“Surely not…”

Jin Gongmu knew well that the martial artists of the Jin Family would take the Blood-Boiling Pill when prepared to die.

And he also knew that Jin Family martial artists, who drew their martial power from rage, would almost certainly die after taking the Blood Boiling Pill.

He muttered, his face blank with disbelief.

“Father? Father!”

***

‘Is he okay?’

Sunwoo Jin clung tightly to the side of Yun Sak’s belly and asked Mok Rang.

Muk-rang sighed and replied.

– Who knows? It will be decided by the will of heaven.

Seon Woo-jin could hear all sorts of stories from Jin So-eun, who had finished her breathing exercises upon arriving here.

She told him about her grandfather, who had trained solely in the mountains for fifteen years, and how his grandfather’s illness had grown severe, forcing them to descend from the mountains.

But the figure Jin Sa-mong displayed when fighting Yun Sak bore no resemblance to an elderly man whose movements were hindered by illness.

Her energy rivaled that of a young man, and the visible crimson aura around her—Seon Woo-jin had seen that before.

It was the same aura he had seen in the elderly Seok Gyeong-dal when he had consumed the Blood-Sealing Pill to fight the Blood-Thirsty Demon General, Ji Gwang-ok.

Moreover, isn’t it common knowledge throughout the martial world that the masters of the Jin Clan carry the Blood-Boiling Pill and won’t hesitate to die alongside their enemies?

And the fact that nearly all who take the Blood-Draining Pill end up dead.

So it was easy to guess what state Jin Samong was in.

“Huuuuu.”

Sun Woo-jin let out a deep sigh, expressing his regret.

After all, it wasn’t in the nature of frontline warriors to dwell on things they couldn’t change by worrying.

Now was the time to focus on what lay directly before them.

This very ship carries the Blood Sea Demon, Yun Sak.

At the same moment, Yun Sak stood at the bow, staring intently ahead.

He hadn’t even considered that Seon Woo-jin might be lurking at the stern.

The reason he hadn’t noticed Seon Woo-jin’s presence wasn’t solely because Seon Woo-jin’s movements were too subtle.

His entire mind was focused solely on Baekgyobang’s main chamber.

Yun Sak bit his lip and swore silently.

‘If anything has happened to my son, I will not let them live. I will chase them to the ends of hell and tear them to shreds!’

Yoon-sak had been particularly unlucky with children all this time.

Strangely, none of the women he had taken in over the years had been able to conceive.

At first, he hadn’t paid it much mind.

But as he passed forty and the situation persisted, Yun Sak could no longer deny it.

He had to accept that heaven had not granted him the blessing of a child.

Then one day,

His elder brother, Jin Taedo, the Haenam Demon Sword, had presented him with a beautiful woman.

‘Oh! I’ve picked out the most beautiful woman for you, my brother! Her beauty rivals even Miao’er of the Miao family—said to be the most beautiful woman in Hainan! You’ll surely like her!’

The woman Jin Taedo brought was indeed as beautiful as he claimed.

Yun Sak took her without hesitation and, unlike the other women, cherished her greatly as a gift sent by his elder brother.

Then, a few months later, unbelievable news arrived.

She was pregnant.

At first, Yun Sak was actually flustered.

He doubted whether this was even possible.

Though they hadn’t whispered about him to his face, he knew full well people called him a seedless watermelon.

A male incapable of reproduction, they said.

So he had been thinking that perhaps he was one too.

A son?

It was truly unbelievable.

He even wondered if it might be another man’s seed.

But Yoon-sak, who had cherished her above all else, knew better than anyone that she hadn’t been with another man.

Yoon-sak finally concluded that he hadn’t been able to have children because he hadn’t met the right person all this time, and because he had never cherished a woman.

And he rejoiced.

He couldn’t even recall a time in his life when he had been this happy.

From then on, Yunsak cherished the woman and child like treasures.

He made sure they only saw the best things, fed them only the finest food, and found happiness simply in watching them.

But then…

Suddenly, the words of that man, Inparang, flashed through his mind.

‘I’ll make you feel the pain of losing family. Painfully.’

Yun Sak shouted, radiating a blood-red aura.

“How dare you!”

He could never forgive it.

He could never tolerate it.

If anything happened to those two…

That was the moment.

Yun Sak, standing tall at the bow and focused solely ahead, widened his eyes.

“!”

A light was visible far off in the distance.

A large light, as if a major fire had broken out.

And Yun-sak immediately recognized where it was.

It was the location of Baekgyobang.

His white robe was burning.

Yun Sak bellowed.

“Faster! Pick up the pace! Hurry!”

It was a long sentence he rarely uttered in his usual manner.

But that didn’t matter.

He had to get back there somehow, quickly.

So he had to find them…

That was when it happened.

Crackle-crackle!

A sound of something shattering came from behind him, and simultaneously, the ship lurched forward.

“Ugh!”

“Wh-what’s happening?!”

“The ship, the ship?!”

“Save me!”

The sudden impact sent all the warriors and sailors aboard tumbling across the deck.

Only half remained on deck; the rest were tumbling overboard.

“Aaargh!”

Splash! Splash!

But even as everyone else fell, the peerless Yun Sak did not.

He immediately regained his balance and whipped his head around with a burning glare.

And there, right before his eyes, it appeared.

What on earth had happened? The ship’s pitiful state, its rear section torn apart and broken off, and the figure of a man slowly descending from the sky like a feather…

It was him.

A young bastard with a handsome face, wearing a sly, smug grin.

That very bastard, Inparang of Haenam.

Yun Sak stared at him with eyes filled with both horror and murderous intent and shouted.

“You?!”

Then, Seon Woo-jin slowly stepped down onto the tilting deck and spoke to him with that same sly grin.

“Hey, been busy? Still gotta finish what you started before you go, right?”

Seon Woo-jin had been waiting for this moment from the very beginning.

The moment when Yoon-sak, seeing Baekgyobang under attack, would be most anxious.

Seon Woo-jin’s words to Yun Sak earlier were not lies.

In fact, Seolpung and Jeungchil had planned to raid the empty Baekgyobang, and they already knew Yoon-sak’s cherished son was there.

That’s why he deliberately mentioned it to make him back off.

But the reason he made him retreat was never to avoid fighting him.

Rather, it was to fight him properly.

Not as Inparang, the heir of Haenam-in-ga, but as Seonwoo Jin.

To fight with every ounce of strength I possess—not just the Southern Cross Sword—and avoid the eyes of others.

“Damn it!”

Blood Sea Mage Yun Sak grabbed his sword hilt and twisted his body into a crouch.

It looked as if he was gathering all his strength, preparing to unleash his ultimate sword technique—the very skill that had elevated him to the pinnacle of mastery.

He likely intended to dispose of Seonwoojin as swiftly as possible.

Watching him, Seonwoo Jin smirked.

Then he activated the Moonlit Sword Dance.

Moonlit Sword Dance, Third Form.

Moonlit Blade Activated.

Waaaaaah!

The world was shrouded in a hazy veil, and a strange sensation enveloped Seon Woo-jin’s entire body, as if he had become a third party observing everything while experiencing an out-of-body experience.

At that moment, Yun Sak drew his sword.

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

It was a truly immense slash.

Despite slowing time to its absolute limit with the Moonlit Sword Dance, it appeared only as a streak of light—a terrifying slash that seemed to cleave the world itself.

Facing that immense slash head-on, right before his eyes, Seon Woo-jin suddenly smiled deeply.

Ever since he first saw that man draw his sword while going to rescue Jin Gongmu and Jin Samong, he simply couldn’t hold back.

I wanted to face that sword head-on.

Not fighting together with others, but one-on-one, just the two of us.

For that, everything else could be put aside for a moment.

Even if it meant carrying out my revenge as Inparang.

“Haah!”

Seon Woo-jin swung his sword down toward the sword strike that cleaved the world.

It was the first form of the Moolang Sword Technique, tearing the world itself apart.

Mukrang Sword Technique, First Strike.

Gaecheon.

Swoosh!

In that instant, a massive cross was drawn upon the river.

It was not the Southern Cross Sword of Haenam, but the fiery cross drawn by the clashing thrusts of Yun Sak and Seon Woo-jin.

Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The aftermath of that collision was devastating.

The ship, already split apart and sinking, tore apart as if exploding, and the unmanned vessels aboard were flung in all directions like cannonballs.

Kwaaahhhhhhh!

“Aaaaaaargh!”

“Save me!”

“Kyaaaah!”

But that wasn’t all.

Waves surged outward from the collision’s epicenter, spreading in concentric circles.

Whoooooosh!

Like a raging storm, the immense wave caused all the nearby ships to sway violently.

“Gaaaah!”

“It’s a tidal wave!”

“Hold on tight!”

All of this was the aftermath of a single collision.