Bachelor Swordsmanship Remastered [EN]: Chapter 59

059. The Romantic Young Master

Among the Yongbongjihoe [A gathering of young martial artists] group, a young man confidently approached the Bukhae Ice Palace party.

‘Tsk, he shouldn’t be doing that…’

Un-hyun clicked his tongue inwardly.

Everyone in the hall watched with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity.

They were probably wondering what the outcome of the young man’s attempt would be, but to Un-hyun, the answer was obvious.

“Ahem.”

The young man who approached the Bukhae Ice Palace group cleared his throat.

However, the white-clad beauty didn’t even spare him a glance.

The only one who reacted to him was Binghon.

“What is it?”

Binghon asked in an icy voice.

The young man’s face flushed slightly, as if he felt ignored.

But he soon bowed politely and began to speak.

“Excuse me. My name is Sama Geon from the Hwasan Sect [A prestigious martial arts sect], and the group with me are the promising disciples attending this Yongbongjihoe. Would you mind if we joined you?”

Confidence began to rise on Sama Geon’s face.

In Hangzhou, those participating in the Yongbongjihoe were considered esteemed guests.

Everyone wanted to associate with them and dared not treat them poorly.

Sama Geon continued confidently.

“As for our group here…”

“Binghon.”

The clear voice of the young palace lord cut off Sama Geon’s words.

Sama Geon wore a triumphant smile.

However, the words that flowed from the young palace lord’s mouth were completely different from what he had expected.

“It’s noisy around here.”

Silence fell at her cold voice.

But it was not long before laughter erupted.

“Wahahaha.”

“He was rejected so beautifully.”

The reactions of the people were more boisterous than necessary.

Perhaps it was due to a subtle jealousy towards the promising disciples of the Yongbongjihoe.

Thus, it seemed to pass as just a brief amusement.

However, Sama Geon of the Hwasan Sect could not let it go.

As a disciple of the Hwasan Sect, when had he ever experienced such blatant humiliation and become the laughingstock of those around him?

Gritting his teeth, the promising disciple of the Hwasan Sect, Sama Geon, felt his expression distort with anger.

‘I knew it, tsk tsk.’

Un-hyun shook his head.

The people of the Bukhae Ice Palace never interfere in other people’s affairs.

And they hate it when someone interferes in their affairs.

So much so that even Un-hyun thought, ‘The reason they helped me back then was probably because I was blocking the path of their carriage.’

‘It would be better to just let them drink quietly.’

Un-hyun thought as he looked at Sama Geon of the Hwasan Sect.

But Sama Geon had no intention of doing so.

If he backed down here, he would surely become a laughingstock for the duration of the Yongbongjihoe.

Sama Geon raised his voice and took a firm step forward.

“How can you be so rude! How dare you…”

Thud.

However, Sama Geon could not take that one step.

Because Binghon’s scabbard had reached his chest.

“W-What is this…”

Sama Geon muttered with an unbelievable expression.

Binghon’s scabbard resting on Sama Geon’s chest was a clear warning.

Binghon stared straight at Sama Geon and said.

“Step back.”

The buzzing inside the hall instantly quieted down.

Sama Geon of the Hwasan Sect also could not open his mouth.

It was not just because he was embarrassed.

It was because Binghon’s gaze was as chilling as the eyes of a beast.

It was then.

“You guys are really something.”

The voice belonged to a young man from the Jegal Clan, Jegal Ryong, one of the Yongbongjihoe group.

“How can anyone drink here without being scared?”

At those words, Sama Geon came to his senses.

And soon, he began to rage at the very fact that he had felt fear.

“How dare you…”

Was it because he had finally realized that he had been openly threatened?

In Sama Geon’s eyes, a sharp fury was rising.

“Are you daring to oppress a disciple of the Hwasan Sect?”

Sama Geon’s hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

Revealing the name of his sect meant that he was betting on the name of the Hwasan Sect.

It was a rash act that should never be done to an unknown opponent, but Sama Geon was young, proud, and inexperienced in the ways of the Jianghu [The martial arts world].

Sama Geon had no doubt that no one in the Jianghu martial world would not yield to the name of the Hwasan Sect.

“Hmph.”

However, Binghon did not even blink an eye.

In his unique, cold voice, Binghon said quietly.

“So what if I am?”

Gritting his teeth.

Sama Geon gritted his teeth.

The opponent had ignored not only himself but even his sect, the Hwasan Sect.

Sama Geon could no longer bear it.

“How dare you, you little…!”

Unable to bear the insult, Sama Geon tightened his grip on his sword.

Swish.

It was the moment his sword was about to come out of its sheath.

Un-hyun clearly saw Binghon’s eyes flashing like a beast that had found its prey.

Thump.

Un-hyun stood up without realizing it.

The momentary flash in Binghon’s eyes.

It was the same look he had when he was fearlessly driving his sword towards the necks of the bandits.

There was no time to think, no time to hesitate. Un-hyun shouted loudly.

“Binghon!”

Un-hyun’s loud cry crossed the hall.

And the result changed the situation at once.

Binghon snapped his head towards Un-hyun.

Surprisingly, Binghon immediately turned to look at Un-hyun.

Following his lead, everyone else in the hall turned their gazes to Un-hyun as well.

A moment of silence hung in the air.

‘Ah…’

Un-hyun couldn’t hide his embarrassment.

He hadn’t expected his shout to draw the attention of everyone, not just Binghon.

However, the person in an even more awkward situation than Un-hyun was Sama Geon of the Hwasan Sect [a prestigious martial arts sect], who was left standing with his sword drawn.

‘Tsk, this is…’

Sama Geon frowned.

Because Binghon had turned away without drawing his own sword, Sama Geon was left looking foolish.

It takes two to tango, as they say. [idiom meaning an action or situation needs more than one person to participate]

But Binghon had shifted his attention to Un-hyun, and the others, including Sama Geon’s own group, weren’t even looking at him.

It was as if he was being completely ignored, and his face twisted in frustration.

Gnashing his teeth, he heard Un-hyun’s voice.

“Ah, hello. Binghon.”

Un-hyun awkwardly greeted Binghon.

He had intervened in a moment of desperation, fearing something terrible would happen, but now he didn’t know how to handle the aftermath.

So, he greeted him first, hoping to defuse the situation.

But, predictably, Binghon only stared at Un-hyun with sharp eyes and didn’t respond.

“What? Who is that person…”

Small murmurs began to spread through the hall.

“He seems to know that warrior. Are they acquaintances?”

“When did he arrive? Did he come in with them?”

People glanced at Un-hyun, who was standing awkwardly, and muttered amongst themselves.

A scholar who had been so unnoticeable until just now had suddenly become the center of attention, so they couldn’t help but comment.

Just as the murmurs were about to grow louder, someone suddenly entered the hall.

“Oh, are you drinking again?”

“Hahaha, how could I get drunk when I’m with a beauty like you? Don’t worry, I won’t get drunk until I hear the sound of your silk undergarments being untied.”

The newcomers were a man and a woman, embracing each other intimately.

The man was wearing a silk robe with flamboyant embroidery that seemed ready to take flight, and the woman was wearing a flimsy outfit that subtly revealed her figure.

Both of them were slightly tipsy, as if they had already been drinking.

“Oh, my, Young Master… You’re such a tease.”

It was a common sight in Hangzhou.

However, they immediately captured everyone’s attention in the hall.

Because the young master was quite well-known in Hangzhou.

“Let’s see, a quiet spot… Huh?”

The young nobleman, looking around the hall, finally noticed the tense situation.

The young nobleman asked Sama Geon without hesitation.

“Junior Brother, what’s going on here?”

Thump.

The disciples of the Yongbong Tournament rose from their seats in unison.

Ignoring the sound of chairs scraping against the floor, they politely paid their respects to the young nobleman who had just entered.

“Great Hero of the Plum Blossom Sword!”

The young nobleman was none other than Youngho-jun, the Plum Blossom Sword.

He lightly waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.

“Enough. What’s with all the formalities in a place like this?”

Then he turned his head back to Sama Geon.

“But why is Junior Brother in a place like this… Huh?”

Only then did Youngho-jun’s eyes light up as he spotted the young palace lord.

“Oh ho.”

Youngho-jun casually unwound his arm from around the woman’s waist.

“Oh my.”

The woman, who had been nestled in his arms, glared at him slightly.

“Have you already grown tired of me?”

She glared as if resenting his fickle heart, but her voice and attitude were still flirtatious.

Youngho-jun replied in a good-natured tone.

“After all, isn’t fate like a flower petal flowing on the wind? The passing breeze was briefly intoxicated by your fragrance, so don’t be resentful.”

“Hehe, you really know how to talk.”

She covered her mouth and smiled slightly before turning to leave.

She knew very well that she couldn’t win back the heart of someone who had already moved on.

Rustle.

The woman took light steps towards the exit of the hall.

Then, she suddenly noticed a scholar standing awkwardly.

“Oh my, why is the young master enjoying his pleasures alone in a place like this?”

She quickly assessed him without being too obvious.

He looked like a clumsy scholar, but if he was in this kind of establishment, it meant he was of a certain status.

“If this humble girl is acceptable to you, I can be your drinking companion for a while. How about it?”

“Ah, n-no, I’m fine.”

Un-hyun was flustered.

He had been absentmindedly staring at Youngho-jun when she suddenly addressed him.

“Oh dear, that’s a shame. If you happen to visit the Chwiseon House [a courtesan house], please look for me.”

She winked at Un-hyun, who was still flustered.

Then, she left the hall with light steps.

Only then did Un-hyun breathe a sigh of relief.

‘Hoo, a young lady suddenly…’

Un-hyun, who wasn’t used to talking to women, couldn’t help but be flustered.

Un-hyun turned his head back to look at the Plum Blossom Sword.

‘If he’s a Junior Brother, does that mean he’s from the Hwasan Sect too?’

Un-hyun couldn’t even think of sitting down and his eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Youngho-jun was a very interesting person.

It wasn’t just because of his handsome appearance or his unique way of speaking, but because of his eyes.

‘At that level, he’s even more so than Binghon…’

Youngho-jun looked like a frivolous young nobleman at first glance.

However, his deep eyes and the subtle aura that he exuded were enough to capture Un-hyun’s attention.

“Put it away.”

Youngho-jun frowned as he looked at his junior brother, Sama Geon.

“This is a place for wine and beauties, not swords.”

“B-but, Senior Brother. This guy…”

Sama Geon tried to protest, but Youngho-jun smirked.

“So, a disciple of the Hwasan Sect drew his sword first? With such a terrified expression?”

“Senior Brother!”