Star Instructor, Master Baek-Chapter 327: The Hyonwon Clan Delinquent (1)

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In Shanxi Province, Dingxiang County, lay the home of the Hyonwon Clan, a family that once vied with the Hebei Peng Clan for the title of the world's strongest blademaster clan.

Dawn hadn't fully broken yet, but Hyonwon Kang was already in the middle of his morning training.

"Huff… huff…"

Sweat poured off him, and steam rose gently from the solid muscles covering his entire body. His shirt, soaked through with sweat, had been tossed aside ages ago.

SWISH! SWOOSH!

Each time his Black Dao cut through the empty air, it made a sharp sound.

Hyonwon Kang gritted his teeth, counting inwardly. I need to repeat this a hundred more times.

Since returning home, he had never skipped morning training even once, or slacked off on his training. On the contrary, the intensity of his training was even higher than when he was at the White Dragon Manor.

He pushed himself relentlessly, determined not to slack off just because it was vacation.

At first, the family retainers had watched, whispering, "How many days will this last?"

However, after more than ten days, they had no choice but to believe that Hyonwon Kang had turned over a new leaf.

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It truly sank in that their Young Master, once called the delinquent of the Hyonwon Clan and the family's disgrace, had returned as the Sky Sundering Blade Hyonwon Kang, one of the most outstanding prodigies of the Azure Dragon Academy and a personal disciple of the Azure Dragon Hero.

WHOOSH!

Hyonwon Kang swung his dao, lost in a state of selflessness. Whenever he performed his footwork, clear footprints remained on the ground. Whenever he swung the Black Dao, it drew a dark arc across the brightening sky.

By now, at this hour, no one dared disturb Hyonwon Kang's training… except for one person.

SWISH!

Hyonwon Kang tilted his head back, dodging the wooden dao that flew at him from the side. Although he had just been ambushed, a small smile played on his lips. He was used to this person showing up in the morning by now, and learning how to deal with surprises was undoubtedly also a good form of training.

"Tsk!"

His opponent clicked her tongue in disappointment, but fluidly transitioned to her next attack, raising her leg for a high kick. In response, Hyonwon Kang extended his knee to block the kick while simultaneously striking the side of her wooden dao with his left hand, knocking it out of her hands.

"Eek!"

Having lost her weapon, she retreated with a backward somersault. Perhaps wary of a counterattack amidst the movement, she kicked up dirt with her foot to obscure his vision.

However, Hyonwon Kang didn't press the attack, merely picked up the fallen wooden dao and twirled it between his fingers playfully. It was much smaller and lighter than his own Black Dao.

"Did the Azure Dragon Hero teach you how to deal with surprise attacks too?" his ambusher asked, her eyes wide like a startled cat.

This cheeky girl was Hyonwon Kang's younger sister, Hyonwon Ran. She was a petite, short-haired girl who barely reached Hyonwon Kang's chest.

Hyonwon Kang snorted. "I could deal with this much even before learning from him, you know?"

"Before you came home this time, I succeeded once out of every three tries, but now it doesn't work even once!" The twelve-year-old tomboy huffed in dissatisfaction. "Just watch. When I turn fifteen, I'll enroll in the Azure Dragon Academy and become stronger than you, Oppa."

"I'll be twenty then. You think you'll be a match for me?"

"Does winning against your sister who's five years younger than you make you so damn happy?!"

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Hyonwon Ran ran up and kicked her brother hard in the shin, but it was she who ended up hopping and whimpering, clutching her foot. After being away from home for several months, her brother's body seemed to have become as hard as iron.

"I'll close my eyes, wanna try attacking again? If you even graze me, I'll buy you candy."

Hyonwon Ran glared at her brother fiercely. Candy? I'm already twelve, and he's still treating me like a kid!?

"I quit, this isn't fun anymore. Also, a letter came for you. Here." She held out a letter addressed to Hyonwon Kang.

Hyonwon Kang tilted his head in confusion. "A letter for me? From who?"

"Dunno. Didn't open it. Maybe it's a girl?" Hyonwon Ran's eyes sparkled brightly.

Hyonwon Kang rolled his eyes and lightly smacked his little sister on the head. This kid had strange romantic notions about academy life. "What does a little squirt like you know? There's no way it's from a girl."

For a moment, an illusion of pure white hair flickered in his mind, but he quickly shook his head to dispel it.

Still… What if?

Unable to discard a sliver of hope, he cautiously broke the letter's seal.

Hey Wonkang! How are you? You're probably skipping training since it's vacation, right? If you don't want to die by my hand, I trust you won't slack off, right?

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The moment he read the first greeting, Hyonwon Kang realized who had sent the letter. Or rather, who else in the world would send such a letter besides Baek Suryong?

"Should I count this as checking in on me or blackmailing me?" he groaned.

Anyway, the gist of the letter was that if he slacked off during the holidays, he would regret it when school reopened. At the same time, Baek Suryong also mentioned that he was looking forward to seeing his growth after the break.

Good thing I trained hard…

Baek Suryong had even included various pieces of advice regarding martial arts training, estimating his progress accurately. Hyonwon Kang reread that part several times, engraving it in his heart.

Lastly, his teacher talked about his recent fun experiences.

Hyonwon Kang's jaw dropped in disbelief. "The Murim Alliance? The Beggars' Gang? The Blood Cult? Wait, how many days has it been since school vacation started…? How the fuck did that guy get himself into trouble so quickly yet again?"

"Who is it? Show me too!" Hyonwon Ran sidled up beside her brother, craning her neck to peek at the letter.

However, Hyonwon Kang simply held the letter up high, out of her reach. "You wanted to know who sent me this letter, right? Fine, I'll tell you. It's from someone I want to beat up someday."

"Someone you want to beat up someday?"

Well, it does kind of feel like my goal is only getting farther away from me with each passing day, but…

Nevertheless, Hyonwon Kang had no intention of giving up.

Some time later, the Hyonwon Clan gathered together for breakfast. The Hyonwon Patriarch, seated at the head of the table, was all smiles right from the morning.

"Even families and sects we didn't invite are apparently clamoring to attend the banquet," he remarked gleefully.

That evening, the Hyonwon Clan planned to hold a grand banquet, inviting guests to their estate for the first time in years. This was something they couldn't even dream of in the past due to the cost of hosting such events, but circumstances were different now.

"Ever since we signed a contract with the Golden Dragon Trading Company, we've been gradually expanding our businesses, and we're now even being contacted by sects and families we've lost touch with for decades."

Decades ago, the Hyonwon Clan was nearly wiped out by the Crazy Demon's Massacre. After that, the family's fortunes plummeted, and the clan that once competed with the Hebei Peng Clan for the title of the world's most powerful blademaster clan was reduced to a small regional martial family.

However, having recently restored the lost Earth Shattering Blade and signing a contract with the Golden Dragon Trading Company, they gained significant financial leeway.

The Hyonwon Patriarch did not miss this opportunity. He intended to hold a banquet, invite guests, and formally announce the revival of the Hyonwon Clan.

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"These days, I feel full even without eating," he said, smiling contentedly as he looked at his eldest son, who sat opposite him.

His son, who had recently begun to make a name for himself in the jianghu.

His son, who had earned the title of the Sky Sundering Blade.

His son, who was the reason people were saying the day the Hyonwon Clan would spread its wings again and soar was not far off.

"For someone who feels full, you're eating quite a lot," Hyonwon Kang chuckled sarcastically.

Oh my, why does he seem so cute, even when making snide comments with that ugly mug?

The Hyonwon Patriarch grinned goofily to himself. Unlike him, who had no aptitude for martial arts, Hyonwon Kang was exceptionally talented.

I always felt sorry for not being able to support you properly…

Watching his child's talent blossom dazzlingly after meeting an excellent master at the Azure Dragon Academy, he felt like bursting into tears like a foolish parent.

"What the hell? Are you crying again?"

"Father…"

"Haa…" Sighing, Lady Hyonwon handed a handkerchief to her husband.

The Hyonwon Patriarch took the handkerchief gratefully and dabbed his tears away.

Is it menopause? I'm crying a lot these days.

"I'm not crying. Some dust got in my eye," he lied, resolving that he would help the family grow as much as possible before retiring.

Then, in his son's generation, they would once again be able to compete with the Hebei Peng Clan for the title of the world's strongest blademaster clan.

The Hyonwon Patriarch regarded his son with a profound gaze. "Wonkang," he said.

"Cough! Splutter!" Hyonwon Kang choked on his food. Eyeing his father with a baffled expression, he protested, "Dad, I told you not to call me Wonkang! Do I have to be called that even at home?"

"When you think about it, haven't things gone well ever since Mr. Baek Suryong started calling you Wonkang? To me, it feels like a nickname that brings good luck."

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"What nonsense…" Hyonwon Kang was flabbergasted. What Baek Suryong had started calling him as a joke was now used more often than his real name.

The Hyonwon Patriarch grinned mischievously. "I'll tell all the servants too. From now on, they'll all call you Young Master Wonkang."

"What the fuck? And you call yourself the Patriarch of the Hyonwon Clan?!"

"Wonkang-oppa?" Hyonwon Ran teased.

"Not you too!" Hyonwon Kang roared, but he was smiling.

He knew they were just joking.

Wait, they are just joking, right? Surely they wouldn't really do that to me.

…Truthfully, there were times now when being called Kang felt awkward.

Before the sun set, guests began arriving one by one at the Hyonwon Clan estate.

"Greetings, Hyonwon Patriarch. I've heard so much good news about you lately. Are you enjoying a stroke of luck?"

"Hohoho! Moonless Matriarch! Long time no see!"

"I heard that your son inherited the title of Sky Sundering Blade. Congratulations."

"Welcome, Dark Righteous Sect Leader. My boy is still far too lacking to handle such a title."

"Isn't he learning martial arts directly from the Azure Dragon Hero? If so, won't he become the world's strongest bladesman in the future?"

"Hahahaha!" The Hyonwon Patriarch couldn't help but beam proudly at the praise for his son. "Please, no more excessive praise, I hardly deserve the credit. Oh, and I must bring out more alcohol. Please pardon me for a moment. Hahahaha!"

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Guests from sects and families representing Shanxi arrived at the Hyonwon Clan one by one, and the Hyonwon Patriarch personally went out to greet each guest one by one. It was more crowded than expected, to the point of being hectic.

Standing beside his father, Hyonwon Kang offered guests an awkward smile, clearly uncomfortable in formal attire with his short hair slicked back neatly with oil.

As expected, maintaining polite speech and behavior is killing me, but I have to play along.

When was the last time he had seen his father's face so openly happy? For today at least, he had no choice but to skip his evening training.

He'd just have to work doubly hard tomorrow instead.

"Esteemed fellow martial artists of the murim! Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend our family's banquet! I hope today's event will be a good place to meet friends both old and new."

The Hyonwon Patriarch raised his cup in the center of the banquet hall, and the guests responded in kind, eating, drinking, and conversing. The stars of the banquet, no matter what anyone said, were the Hyonwon Clan and Hyonwon Kang.

"Can you tell us what happened at the Valley of Evil? I want to hear the story directly from you!"

"My child turns fifteen next year. We have many questions about the Azure Dragon Academy…"

"What kind of person is the Azure Dragon Hero?"

"Do you perhaps have a prospective marriage partner in mind?"

Hyonwon Kang felt like his soul was about to leave his body under the flood of attention and questions. It was the first time so many people had visited the Hyonwon Clan.

"Looks like we're a bit late!"

At the resonant voice imbued with inner arts, the guests' heads turned towards the main gate. A group of uninvited guests had arrived.

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A man built like a bear strode boldly into the banquet hall. A large dao was slung diagonally across his back, and the character 'Peng' (彭) was clearly embroidered on the left chest of his navy martial arts uniform.

"The Hebei Peng Clan…"

"Why is the Peng Clan here?"

Everyone was flustered by the Hebei Peng Clan's appearance, but the Hyonwon Patriarch hurried forward to greet them.

"It has been a long time, Patriarch," the middle-aged man leading the Hebei Peng Clan greeted.

Recognizing him, the Hyonwon Patriarch hid his nervousness and returned the greeting. "Master Peng Sagun? What brings you here…?"

"Have I come somewhere I shouldn't?" Peng Sagun replied, looking rather hurt. "Considering all the rice and money exchanged between us over the years, we aren't strangers, are we? It's only right we come to congratulate you. Surely… you don't consider us uninvited guests?"

The Hyonwon Patriarch stiffened. His words are dripping with sarcasm.

After the Hyonwon Clan fell into ruin, the Hebei Peng Clan was the first to extend a helping hand. The two families, both prestigious blade clans vying for supremacy, had a long history of frequent interactions. Therefore, when the Hebei Peng Clan offered immense financial support to the Hyonwon Clan and help in restoring their lost martial arts, the entire orthodox murim applauded them.

However, it was also precisely due to this that the Hyonwon Clan had now been reduced to little more than a vassal of the Hebei Peng Clan.

Just when we were finally trying to escape their shadow…

The Hyonwon Patriarch bit his lip. Even though Peng Sagun was not the Hebei Peng Clan's Patriarch or an Elder, but merely a commander of one of their troops, for now, he dared not issue an order to expel the uninvited guests.

"…Uninvited guests? Hoho. How could that be? Please, come this way," he said deferentially, as if the star of the event had changed in an instant.

The banquet, briefly interrupted amidst the somewhat uncomfortable atmosphere, continued.

"Thank you for the welcome. Everyone, come in!" Peng Sagun laughed heartily as he shouted towards the back, upon which over twenty Peng Clan martial artists entered.

These motherfuckers… This is just a show of force to intimidate us!

Hyonwon Kang glared at the Peng Clan martial artists with hostility, but when he saw the young man who had entered last, his eyes instantly widened.

"Peng Sahyuk?"

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It was their first reunion in several months, ever since Peng Sahyuk had left for the Heavenly Martial Academy.