[Henan Obun (Five Manure of Henan)]

It was a common habit for Martial artists to draw their weapons as soon as they felt they were losing an argument or being overwhelmed. This was a childish idea of trying to solve things with force due to a lack of logic or justification, which Seo-yeon, a civilized person, found utterly pathetic.

Did they just draw their swords without knowing how strong their opponent was? The moment a sword was drawn, one of them was bound to bleed, and it was truly unfortunate that neither the Baekdo nor the Heukdo ever considered the possibility of their own defeat. However, that was not the only reason she didn't draw her sword.

A master was said to be a mirror of their disciple. If she got angry at a few petty insults and drew her sword, she worried that Hwa-ryeon might imitate her.

Of course, if Woon Cho-ah had crossed the line, things might have been different, but at least she didn't think she had crossed it yet.

Because she hadn't drawn a weapon.

It was a thought possible only because she was different from ordinary people.

But she intended to correct their habits.

Seeing a child who looked like a high school student acting so outrageously, she could easily imagine how the elders had raised them. The other children were not much different. If these guys were left unchecked, she could easily imagine what the world would be like when her disciple grew up.

"Do I look like someone from the Demonic path?"

Seo-yeon said, taking a step forward.

"I have an uncommon face, so if you've seen me somewhere, you'll easily remember."

As she said this and gazed at each of the men, they nodded their heads in agreement.

"Miss Seo is right!"

"My uncle is in the Martial Alliance, but no matter how hard I try to recall the wanted posters, I've never seen a beauty like Miss Seo."

"A face that cannot be captured in a wanted poster."

The men's eyes were already filled with admiration and praise.

She had a face that any man would like, and even women would admire and follow. Moreover, she had a naturally good figure.

Of course, Woon Cho-ah was also pretty, but she couldn't be compared to Seo-yeon. As an example, the men who had been responding to Woon Cho-ah until just now were now moving away from her.

"A woman without roots!"

Woon Cho-ah, losing ground, said mercilessly. She no longer hid her contemptuous tone.

"Did you think you could dispel the suspicion of being from the Demonic path just by revealing that pretty face? An unknown sculptor readily paid a large sum to board a ship only for promising talents. It naturally raises suspicion of being an Assassin. Or perhaps, she boarded to target men-"

Woon Cho-ah couldn't bring herself to say that she might be a seductress and closed her mouth. Someone was emitting a strong killing Intent towards her.

'Who?'

It wasn't Seo-yeon. She was looking at her with a face that said, 'Go ahead and try,' but she wasn't emitting any killing Intent.

Woon Cho-ah sweated and hurriedly looked around. The men were confused by the sudden change, but they didn't come into Woon Cho-ah's view.

Finally, a girl came into Woon Cho-ah's sight.

It was Hwa-ryeon, who had been sitting at the table eating since she boarded with Seo-yeon.

"……."

Hwa-ryeon was glaring at Woon Cho-ah with murderous eyes.

Unbelievable killing Intent. Cold sweat flowed involuntarily.

Hwa-ryeon looked around and moved her lips at an angle only visible to her.

* -Say one more word. I'll tear you apart, starting with your intestines.

Then she lightly flicked her finger, but the sound was so small that no one heard it except Woon Cho-ah, who was concentrating.

"Ugh!"

"Kkeueuk!"

Soon, Woon Cho-ah's guards sat down, complaining of severe stomach pain, and black blood streamed from their mouths as if they had suffered severe internal injuries.

It was because the difference in Inner Energy was too great.

From the beginning, Hwa-ryeon was the successor of the Mount Mao Sect, one of the three greatest sects in the world, and one of the most prominent promising talents.

She was not comparable to these so-called promising talents.

'What on earth…….'

Woon Cho-ah couldn't keep up with the sudden change in the situation. Hwa-ryeon's Telepathic Transmission flashed through her mind again.

* -My master will personally guide you.

With those words, she turned her head as if nothing had happened and focused on her food again. On the surface, she seemed to be just greedy, but in reality, she was subtly drawing a Formation with the chopsticks she was eating with.

'My master condoned it.'

Since she didn't say anything even after seeing the Formation, it meant that she was allowed to act as she pleased to some extent.

'Men.'

Except for Geum Jin-song, they were all the same. They were all bastards who deserved to die.

The master, who had washed her hands of the Martial World a long time ago and didn't kill easily, was being insulted by these bastards who didn't know anything.

'Even the Abbot of Shaolin would look down on them.'

They deserved to die a hundred times over.

From the moment she boarded the ship, she had been drawing Formations in preparation for any possible situation. What kind of Formation? It could be called a Formation to summon a messenger pigeon.

'Cho-ah of the Woon family, Do-oh of the Man family, Mun-yeon of the Pung family…….'

Hwa-ryeon, who had quickly written down the names of the children except for Geum Jin-song, threw the paper into the sea. Soon, a bird appeared in the sky, snatched the paper, and flew away somewhere.

It was in the direction of the Martial Alliance branch.

It was thanks to knowing the location of the branch in advance when she accompanied Yeom Iseon last time.

'I'll make sure you see hell even if you return to your main family.'

The paper contained detailed records of the disrespect the children had shown to Seo-yeon. If the Alliance Members weren't idiots, they would know the seriousness of the situation and wouldn't be able to stand by without taking action.

They had insulted someone greater than the Sect Leader of a Great Sect. It wouldn't be strange if they were kicked out of their families.

She even thought that they might bring in a Grandmaster to deal with them properly.

When Hwa-ryeon flicked her finger again, this time the children reacted. They all grabbed their churning stomachs and beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads.

Only Woon Cho-ah and Geum Jin-song were exceptions.

"Kkeu, kkeueueue……."

It was diarrhea.

But even if they went down below deck, they wouldn't be able to solve it. Because they had broken the toilet.

The only remaining options were to give up being human and soil their pants, or to brave the shame and stick their buttocks out into the sea.

That's why skilled Fangshi are so scary. Because they don't care about the means or methods.

"Heok, heok……."

"Euk, eugeugeuk!"

"Young masters? What's wrong all of a sudden?"

The guards rushed over and helped the children, who had collapsed while holding their stomachs, to their feet. There were also guards who were wary of their surroundings. But the children, regardless of what they did, just bit their lips with faces that looked like they were about to cry and hurriedly looked around.

'Suddenly……. Why is my stomach…….'

'I'm going to die……. I'll die if I say it…….'

Everyone was holding onto the guards' clothes as if they were about to faint. Some were gathering all their Inner Energy in their sphincters.

Woon Cho-ah, who was flustered by the sudden situation, grabbed the men, but they pushed her away with all their might and headed for the toilet.

"Get out of the way!"

"Move!"

The force was so strong that Woon Cho-ah was pushed back helplessly.

Woon Cho-ah stared at the backs of the men with a half-dazed expression. Her guards were collapsed, vomiting blood, and the men who had been on her side had all gone down below.

"What is this……."

Geum Jin-song was just as bewildered.

'Could it be?'

The food couldn't have gone bad so quickly. Geum Jin-song himself had eaten the food. Then, had someone poisoned it without him knowing?

'But if that's the case, didn't that child eat all the food without being picky?'

She was still fiddling with the food right now. No matter how he thought about it, it didn't seem like she could have put poison in it through that gluttony.

That's why he was even more confused.

Then Woon Cho-ah shouted as if screaming.

"You, you were an Assassin! You boarded the ship with the intention of killing us all from the beginning!"

Perhaps afraid that she would collapse like that too, Woon Cho-ah placed her hand on the scabbard and pushed her heels back.

She was about to draw her sword.

If she did that, it would be truly irreversible.

'I have to step in.'

Geum Jin-song thought. If this continued, the guest he had invited was really going to be in big trouble.

Geum Jin-song made eye contact with the guards. The guards, who quickly understood his intention, nodded and approached Woon Cho-ah.

But Woon Cho-ah was faster to draw her sword.

Chwaak!

"I'll have you reveal your backer with your own mouth!"

Woon Cho-ah, who muttered briefly, unfolded her swordsmanship. She was trying to cut off Seo-yeon's arm.

"Stop her!"

Geum Jin-song shouted urgently. The guards also reacted quickly, but they were not enough to catch up with Woon Cho-ah.

She was a scion of a Martial family. She had more years of experience than ordinary guards.

It was the moment when Woon Cho-ah's sword was about to reach Seo-yeon's arm.

Kwaak!

The expression disappeared from Seo-yeon's face.

Like lightning, she drew her sword vertically and blocked the attack. Then, with her left hand, she grabbed Woon Cho-ah's face tightly.

"How……."

Before Woon Cho-ah could even say the word 'how,' Seo-yeon swung her arm and slammed Woon Cho-ah to the ground.

Each time she repeated the slam, a loud roar echoed, and the floor of the ship was deeply gouged.

Kwang! Kwang!

"Kuek, kuek!"

Woon Cho-ah's pupils blurred instantly. It was a kind of pain she had never felt before in her life.

Seo-yeon lifted Woon Cho-ah's face with one hand and repeatedly slammed it down. She didn't put any Inner Energy into it. It was because she felt like she was disciplining a young sprout with a yellow complexion.

Each time, a great vibration echoed throughout the ship, and each time, the onlookers flinched.

'As expected of my master.'

Hwa-ryeon stared at Seo-yeon in admiration. The power control to hit just before the back of the head was broken was amazing.

Before long, Woon Cho-ah rolled her eyes and fainted. Seo-yeon picked up such Woon Cho-ah and threw her carelessly to one side of the ship. Her sprawled figure in a strange posture was like a squid spread out in the sea breeze.

Seo-yeon sheathed her sword as if nothing had happened and approached Geum Jin-song, saying.

"She attacked first, so if something happens later, can you provide a notarized statement?"

"I will do so as much as you want. Miss Seo will not have any inconvenience at all."

Geum Jin-song admired inwardly. He was also brave because he was a merchant who traveled the Martial World.

'She really was a hidden master.'

In the Martial World, be careful of the elderly, children, and women, and that saying was right on the mark. He was dying to ask about her sect, but Geum Jin-song barely closed his mouth.

Because he wanted to win her favor at all costs.

Geum Jin-song had never understood the men who were always fawning over women, but today was different. He felt like he knew why King Zhou had been seduced by Daji and caused a catastrophe.

'She is truly beautiful.'

So much so that he even thought about bribing the judges of the Carving Arts Competition to win her favor.

If he did that, he would be beaten to death by his father, but he thought it would be a worthwhile deal if he could see Seo-yeon's smile in return.

'First, I have to clean up the mess properly.'

The grudges of Martial artists were said to be certain. If he clearly dealt with Woon Cho-ah and her party here, Seo-yeon would also be satisfied.

'If I cut off supplies for a few months and give a hint to the surrounding merchants, they'll wither away on their own.'

He was a member of one of the five great merchant groups in the world. It wasn't that difficult to ruin four or five mediocre Martial families.

Friends? Originally, everyone was a friend to merchants, and at the same time, everyone was a stranger. It meant that they were clear about their relationships.

Geum Jin-song couldn't hide his disappointment as he watched Seo-yeon put on her bamboo hat and Veil again.

Geum Jin-song was suffering from lovesickness out of season.

Seo-yeon had to change ships on the way. Because a terrible smell was coming up from the lower floor. The guards who had hurriedly escaped outside had something yellowish-brown on their shoes, and that alone was enough to roughly guess the situation.

Occasionally, screams and the sound of flapping wings were mixed together from the lower floor.

While everyone had a terrible look on their faces, only Hwa-ryeon was grinning. It was common for young children to like poop stories, so everyone thought nothing of it.

Geum Jin-song, who had suddenly introduced the poop-covered people as his friends, turned red in the face and soon sent a messenger pigeon to call for a new ship from his merchant group.

"You can transfer to this one. I will escort you to Luoyang."

"Thank you."

"Haha, I should do this much for you."

Every time Seo-yeon said thank you, Geum Jin-song scratched his head with a grin.

Anyway, only four poop-covered people, Woon Cho-ah, and their guards were left on the original cruise ship.

Later, if someone found the ship, it seemed that none of them would be treated as human beings. If you ask why all of them, you can answer that Hwa-ryeon adjusted Woon Cho-ah's stomach pain to occur a day later.

It meant that there was a high possibility that she would soil herself when she was rescued.

'The five poop-covered people of Henan. It's good to see. They suit each other.'

Again, skilled Fangshi are this scary.

Hwa-ryeon grinned and stared beyond the deck. Luoyang was visible not far away.