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Chapter 7
The nail that Namgung Cheongang threw—
Contained 10 years’ worth of internal energy.
It also carried the technique of the Namgung Family’s hidden sword art:
Flying Thunder Sword.
And on top of that—
The accuracy correction from his Genius Blacksmith ability.
So—
The assassin’s sword shattering was inevitable.
CLANG!!
“…!!”
The sword exploded into fragments—
And those fragments flew back toward the assassin.
His eyes widened in shock.
He quickly retreated.
The assassin targeting the woman stepped back.
For a brief moment—
The battle paused.
“You dare interfere with the Blood Human Pavilion?!”
The assassin shouted in anger.
‘Wait… what did he say?’
Blood Human Pavilion?
‘Isn’t that one of the Three Great Assassin Organizations?!’
The Blood Human Pavilion—
One of the most notorious assassin groups.
Extremely ruthless.
Stories about them were terrifying:
- Waiting in a bathroom for days to kill a target
- Pretending to be a lover for a year before striking
That’s why they were famous.
“…Crap. I got involved with the wrong people.”
Being noticed by them?
Bad news.
Cheongang immediately hid himself, holding his breath.
“Search the entrance! The attack came from there!”
Oh no.
They were coming.
‘Run!’
He quickly decided to escape—
BOOM!
The ceiling of the inn shattered.
A warrior in blue robes dropped down.
“How dare you cause trouble in Namgung territory!”
At the same time—
Dozens of warriors rushed in.
“Don’t let them escape!”
“Capture them all!”
“They’re the Namgung Iron Sword Division!”
A powerful combat unit of the Namgung Family—
All skilled warriors.
And—
It was led by Cheongang’s father.
‘Saved!’
Cheongang smiled brightly.
“Over here! They’re here!”
He waved them over.
“Damn it! Mission failed! Retreat!”
The assassins immediately fled.
Breaking windows—
Smashing walls—
They escaped.
“Chase them!”
“Don’t let them get away!”
The Namgung warriors pursued them.
“…That was close.”
Cheongang wiped his cold sweat.
“Still… those Blood Human Pavilion guys are insane.”
Attacking in Namgung territory?
Suicidal.
Even if they escaped—
They wouldn’t rest easy.
“This is going to cause chaos in the martial world.”
But that wasn’t his problem.
‘Anyway… back to fried rice.’
He turned to leave—
“Thank you for your help.”
A beautiful voice stopped him.
He turned around.
The woman he had helped—
Was bowing to him.
“Uh… me?”
“Yes.”
She smiled.
Up close—
She was even more beautiful.
Like an idol.
‘She’s talking to me?!’
His heart started racing.
But then—
Reality hit.
‘This all started because of the Blood Human Pavilion.’
If he got involved—
They might target him.
His heart cooled instantly.
“…No, it wasn’t me. I’m just a regular guy going to eat fried rice.”
“Such humility.”
She smiled again.
“My name is Moyong Sohwa.”
“I’m Namgung Cheongang.”
“Ah… so you are from the Namgung Family.”
…Oops.
He got exposed.
‘That smile… too dangerous.’
Moyong Family.
One of the Five Great Families—
Just like Namgung.
And she—
Was clearly talented.
‘Lying won’t work.’
Just as he was thinking—
“Cheongang? Is that you?”
He turned.
A familiar face—
A strong man.
His uncle.
“Uncle!!”
He ran over.
“You saved me! I almost died!”
“Why are you acting like this?”
“Long time no see!”
They chatted naturally.
“How’s the sword I gave you?”
“It’s excellent. I don’t even want to use another sword now!”
“Good to hear!”
“I almost broke your legs when you said you’d become a blacksmith… glad I didn’t.”
“…Haha…”
Still scary.
“Anyway, why are you here?”
“I was just eating.”
His uncle nodded.
Then turned to Moyong Sohwa.
She bowed.
“I am Moyong Sohwa of the Moyong Family.”
“Oh! The famous rising talent.”
“Yes.”
“Come to the Namgung Family and explain what happened.”
“I was planning to visit anyway.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
“See you later, Cheongang.”
“Yes, Uncle.”
As they left—
Moyong Sohwa glanced back at him.
As if she had more to say.
But she left.
Only after they were gone—
Cheongang sighed in relief.
“That was close…”
He almost exposed himself.
“If the Blood Human Pavilion notices me… I’m dead.”
Still—
Something felt off.
“…I have a bad feeling.”
His instincts warned him.
“…Whatever. I lost my appetite.”
He returned to the forge.
Worked.
Ate.
Relaxed.
Then—
The Namgung Family’s Inspection Division came looking for him.
“…I knew this would happen.”
