A Baby Cat Who Commands the Dog Clan - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93
“The Soul Seizing Palm, you say!”
The Soul Seizing Palm.
A man wielding that wondrous palm technique—said to steal away one’s very soul with a single touch.
“The Soul Seizing Palm? Isn’t that the epithet of the current Martial Alliance Master!”
“W-why would the Martial Alliance Master appear in such a place?”
As everyone stood dumbfounded at the arrival of this great figure, a young beauty in a white crane robe peeked her head out from behind the man wielding the Soul Seizing Palm.
In her hand, she held a white feather fan that fluttered like a fox’s tail.
“You didn’t even stop by the Martial Alliance headquarters, yet here you are. I must say, I’m rather disappointed, sir.”
“The Heaven’s Will Young Master, Je Gal Hyeop, no less!”
The Daoists who recognized him—the Martial Alliance’s supreme strategist and renowned genius—gasped in astonishment.
These two, who rarely left Wuhan for anything, had somehow made their way to the depths of Changnyeong Mountain.
Nam Goong Ho gazed at the small child before him.
“Are those two the witnesses you mentioned?”
“Yes, that’s right, Grandfather!”
At those words, the Sect Grounds erupted into murmurs.
“The little one called them!”
“She said witnesses would arrive, and the little one’s words came true…?”
The astonished Daoists of the Changnyeong Sect all turned their gaze toward Hong Seol.
Where in this world could there be a child capable of summoning the Martial Alliance Master and the supreme strategist?
These were individuals whom even the leaders of the Nine Sects and One Clan or the Five Great Families could not easily command.
Toward the bewildered crowd, Hong Seol laughed with a cheerful grin.
‘Now that I think about it, I’m glad I brought my messenger pouch.’
Before Hong Seol departed from the Nam Goong Family Estate, there had been a reason she packed her personal messenger pouch separately.
* * *
Several days before departure.
Hong Seol met with Deng Xiao Xiao and Yang Do Jin, the “Eight Trusted Friends.”
“What? You’re going to Sichuan? How long will that take?”
At the news Hong Seol shared, So So and Yang Do Jin’s faces grew gloomy.
“Several months? At most, it could take about a year.”
“What? That won’t do! Our Eight Trusted Friends will become Nine Trusted Friends!”
At So So’s words, Yang Do Jin fell silent.
‘That’s why I said from the start that Eight Trusted Friends was wrong….’
He still hadn’t revealed the fact that he was only ten years old.
Unaware of the situation, Hong Seol’s expression grew serious.
“You’re right. What should we do?”
“Well, there’s no helping it! But you must send us news wherever you go, alright?”
“News? How?”
“With carrier pigeons, of course.”
“But I don’t know how to release carrier pigeons…?”
It was Yang Do Jin who came to Hong Seol’s aid.
“If you find a beggar with a knot tied around their waist, you can entrust them with a message. They’ll send a carrier pigeon for you.”
“For free?”
“Not for free! You need to donate at least three or four iron coins.”
How dare anyone try to order beggars around!
Seized by the thought that I must protect the rights of beggars, my face flushed crimson.
“Wow, that’s amazing! Can you send messages to other places too?”
Puffed up by Hong Seol’s admiration, I straightened my shoulders.
“Yeah. Anywhere. Our Beggar Sect has one hundred thousand disciples spread across the entire Central Plains.”
“That’s incredible! The Beggar Sect is the best!”
“Oh, and just so you know. If you need to send an urgent message, find a beggar wearing their waist sash doubled.”
“What’s the difference?”
“That beggar delivers messages quickly and accurately anywhere. Whether it’s the Martial Arts Alliance or the Northern Ice Palace!”
“Wow, Yang Do Jin is the best!”
Thanks to this, before leaving Wuhan, I sent a message through a beggar wearing a doubled waist sash.
Addressed to none other than the Commander-in-Chief of the Martial Arts Alliance.
The content I wrote in the letter was simple.
[Greetings, Commander-in-Chief Je Gal Hyeop of the Martial Arts Alliance.
The weather is lovely. Though the situation in Hubei Province leaves much to be desired.
Currently, the Sword King Nam Goong Ho, the Grand Elder of the Nam Goong Family, is heading toward Changnyeong Mountain.
There were rumors that a corpse demon had appeared at the Changnyeong Sect.
It’s quite surprising that such an incident would occur in Hubei Province, which falls under the influence of the Martial Arts Alliance and the Je Gal Family.
Well then, take care.]
The letter consisted of content that exposed Nam Goong Ho’s name and appropriately scratched the egos of important figures.
I thought that would provoke the Martial Arts Alliance, whose pride had been wounded, to dispatch someone.
‘The Martial Arts Alliance should be strong enough to stop Grandfather’s fight.’
I added the Je Gal Family’s name at the end, hoping it would be Je Gal Hyeop, the Commander-in-Chief himself.
The higher-ranking the person who came, the better.
But even so, I grew troubled.
‘Would the Martial Arts Alliance really act upon a letter with no sender identified?’
Of course, there were few who had the audacity to casually mention the name of Nam Goong Ho, one of the Five Heavenly Kings, even in an anonymous letter.
“Hmm…”
Still dissatisfied with something, I frowned as I reread the letter.
‘There’s definitely something missing. Is there a way to make the Commander-in-Chief absolutely have to act?’
Then, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
‘Right, there was that riddle!’
The riddle that Commander-in-Chief Je Gal Hyeop had been unable to solve for years.
I picked up my brush and added a postscript to the end of the letter.
[By the way, if you come to Changnyeong Mountain, you’ll be able to learn the answer to the riddle you’ve been searching for your whole life, Commander-in-Chief.]
Je Gal Hyeop, the Thousand-Schemes Scholar, was a strategist with tremendous intellectual curiosity.
If he could uncover the answer to a riddle that had eluded him his entire life, he would abandon everything and rush forward without hesitation.
Especially if that riddle was one his beloved had set as a condition for marriage.
‘But not only the military strategist—the Martial Alliance Leader himself has made the journey!’
Hong Seol clicked her tongue as she observed the figures who had arrived before her eyes.
Even more impressive individuals had appeared than Hong Seol had anticipated.
* * *
As dawn broke fully, an impromptu trial was held within the Changnyeong Sect Grounds.
Today’s temporary judge was the Martial Alliance Leader, who had no direct connection to this matter.
The one asking questions was Hong Seol, a tiny figure who barely reached the Martial Alliance Leader’s waist.
“Um, regarding Je Gal Hyeop, sir…”
“Sir? That’s too formal a title!”
Je Gal Hyeop, not yet thirty years old, trembled and protested.
Hong Seol tilted her head and spoke again.
“Ah, Je Gal Hyeop, great swordmaster…”
“That’s also too much!”
At his words, the Daoists sitting nearby and listening murmured among themselves.
“So what exactly should I call you then?”
“I don’t know which tune to dance to.”
“I’m annoyed at this cute young lady just because I look older than I am.”
Such were the general sentiments. Je Gal Hyeop sighed and spoke.
“Call me Military Strategist.”
“Yes! Military Strategist Je Gal Hyeop, you’re a direct descendant of the Je Gal Family, correct?”
“That’s right.”
“Then you must be well-versed in the assets the Je Gal Family possesses?”
“To some degree.”
“Is there perhaps a property in Wuhan among the Je Gal Family’s holdings that doesn’t belong to them?”
“There isn’t.”
At those words, Sect Master Seon Hyo, sitting across from Hong Seol, suddenly bellowed.
“What kind of scheme are you trying to pull!”
Then, with a metallic ring, the Martial Alliance warriors standing behind drew their blades in unison.
Seon Hyo’s spirit was instantly crushed.
“Sect Master, mind your manners and remain silent. Unless you wish to be restrained and interrogated.”
These were the words of Eon Soo Ryang, the Martial Alliance Leader.
He was renowned as a doting father, and equally famous for showing no mercy in matters involving children.
That was precisely why he had come to Changnyeong Mountain.
If the appearance of a corpse demon on Changnyeong Mountain was true, the lives of the Disciples staying there would also be in danger.
Of course, if Nam Goong Ho had gone there, there would be no major problem…
‘But as the Martial Alliance Leader, I would lose face before the Sword King.’
A Martial Alliance unable to even protect the children on Changnyeong Mountain right before their eyes.
So the moment he received word that the Sword King had indeed appeared in Wuhan, he rushed to Changnyeong Mountain with all speed.
With Je Gal Hyeop, the military strategist whose mind was consumed with solving the puzzle.
“….”
Leaving behind Seon Hyo, who had become like a mute struck dumb by the Martial Alliance Master’s pronouncement, Hong Seol posed another question to Je Gal Hyeop.
“Then, is it possible you agreed to take disciples from the Changnyeong Sect at the trading post in Wuhan and teach them work?”
At those words, Je Gal Hyeop let out a soft laugh.
“What do you take the Je Gal Family system for? We absolutely never put children under fifteen to work.”
Upon hearing his answer, Hong Seol shrugged toward Eon Soo Ryang.
“Is there any need to ask further questions, Martial Alliance Master?”
“Hmm, indeed there is merit in that. It seems highly likely they intended to use the trading post as a front to sell the children elsewhere.”
“Trading post! It’s a trading post, not a battlefield!”
Sect Master Seon Hyo interjected with a shrill voice.
He had long since abandoned all dignity. Hong Seol furrowed her brow and asked.
“What trading post are you referring to?”
“I, I can’t remember!”
“Shouldn’t you be remembering? Originally, the disciples were supposed to depart today, but what good is it if you can’t remember?”
Je Gal Hyeop’s words carried a mocking edge.
“There is nothing more to see, Martial Alliance Master.”
“Indeed.”
“Wait! I, I truly cannot remember!”
“You can take your time recalling the rest in the Martial Alliance’s prison.”
As the Martial Alliance Master nodded, the warriors bound Seon Hyo and his senior disciples tightly.
“Hic, hic! Thank you!”
Only then did Woon Young, reassured, begin to weep. And it was not just her.
The grimy-faced disciples came rushing over and clung to Woon Young like a swarm of ants, sobbing.
“Don’t cry, Sister Woon Young!”
“Sister Woon Young saved us!”
On Woon Young’s palm, the character for “bow” that the previous Sect Master had inscribed remained vivid.
“Do you have evidence?”
It was the voice of Seon Hyo, being dragged away and raging.
“Fine for us, but do you have evidence that this cunning woman learned corpse manipulation arts under the previous Sect Master’s will?”
He shouted at the top of his lungs, consumed by malice.
“If there is no evidence, then this woman should also be dragged to the prison for the crime of learning the Demonic Cult’s corpse manipulation arts!”

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