Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 207

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Chapter 207. Seeds of the Divine Physician (2)

Coming out of the warehouse, a truly spectacular sight unfolded before them.

Easily a hundred swordsmen lay collapsed in heaps, and in the distance, quite a few warriors who couldn’t dare approach this place remained.

Moyong Su Hyang clicked her tongue.

‘He didn’t kill anyone.’

She had naturally believed he would do so, but she had been anxious just in case.

While feeling relieved, she couldn’t help but be amazed.

‘How did he subdue them all without killing a single person in such a short time?’

Having a high level of martial arts meant seeing realms that those at lower levels couldn’t perceive.

Naturally, one would be faster and stronger. But that didn’t guarantee precision.

Right now, Elder Brother had knocked out all these warriors in less than half an hour with extremely fast and powerful force.

Moyong Bi spoke coldly.

“Is there anyone here who personally knows the warehouse keeper?”

Despite suddenly barging in head-on and beating down every soldier in sight, he still managed to speak respectfully.

Then, someone stepped forward.

“Shouldn’t you apologize first?”

Though he wore a cold mask, what lurked beneath it was terrible defeat and fear.

He was none other than Ice Sword Han Gyeong.

“Not only did you barge in during a mourning period, but you also beat down swordsmen without rhyme or reason. You must know that such discourteous behavior could get you arrested immediately if reported to the Martial Arts Alliance.”

“Shut your mouth.”

“What, what did you say?”

Moyong Bi raised his hand to his mouth and made a gesture of closing it up and down.

“I told you to shut your mouth.”

Han Gyeong’s face turned bright red.

“Right now, that’s…!”

“There’s no one who doesn’t know about Ten Swords Gate’s indulgence and evil deeds. Why do you think those common citizens of Wuhan who suffered years of torment because of you couldn’t report you to the Martial Arts Alliance?”

“…?!”

“Shut up and stay quiet before I burn down the Ten Swords Gate signboard.”

Han Gyeong’s breathing became rough.

Naturally, he couldn’t dare curse at Moyong Bi. His opponent was no longer the weakling who used to be beaten by back alley thugs, but a terrifying master who could obliterate Ten Swords Gate in the blink of an eye.

Moyong Bi looked around once more and spoke.

“Anyone who was acquainted with the warehouse keeper, please come forward. This isn’t to harm you, but to catch the culprit who killed Hwang In Hwa, so I ask for your cooperation.”

People were shocked by those words.

“Wasn’t, wasn’t it Go Yeong who killed her?”

At the unnamed swordsman’s question, Moyong Bi shook his head.

“Anyone who was acquainted with the former warehouse keeper or had quite a few conversations with him, please step forward for a moment.”

People began glancing at each other.

Watching this scene, Neung Hyeong’s lips twitched.

Just as he was about to spit out a string of curses, Moyong Su Hyang firmly grasped his wrist.

‘Wait, wait.’

Neung Hyeong glanced at Moyong Su Hyang and immediately snorted.

Moyong Bi spoke again.

“Is there no one?”

Then, one swordsman stepped forward.

“I’m not sure about being acquainted, but I’ve had quite a few conversations with him.”

“What is your name?”

The momentarily surprised swordsman soon spoke with a bitter expression.

“Don’t you remember me?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m Hwang Chung.”

Moyong Su Hyang immediately exclaimed in surprise.

“Could it be from the Fire Sword Group?”

“That’s right.”

In the past when Moyong Dae Ho was alive, the Fire Sword Group had more members than now. Naturally, they had superior martial prowess and talent compared to the current remaining squad members.

One of them was Hwang Chung, a swordsman who stayed until the end before leaving.

Moyong Bi nodded.

“Tell me. What kind of person was the warehouse keeper?”

He has no interest in the past.

Everyone watching could tell from his words alone that he had already made a clean break with the past.

Hwang Chung smiled bitterly and spoke.

“The warehouse keeper was called Elder Zong, a laborer in his forties, though I don’t know his name.”

“Continue.”

“He wasn’t very talkative, but I never got the impression he was a bad person. Sometimes he would bring food to orphaned street children in Wuhan or get along well with powerless and poor people.”

“I see.”

“He was good at his work too. I heard he came in as a laborer fifteen or sixteen years ago, gained recognition for his abilities in weapon management, and later became warehouse keeper with authority to manage several servants.”

Moyong Bi’s eyes deepened.

“He was good at weapon management?”

“That’s right.”

“I heard he left for his hometown two days ago. Do you know where that hometown is?”

“I only know he was from the eastern coastal area. Judging by his particular knowledge of Jiangsu Province cities, I suspect he’s from that region.”

“Besides you, is there no one else who was acquainted with him?”

Hwang Chung looked around and spoke.

“There were a few servants he was close to, but they either quit or died a year or two ago. I don’t know of anyone else I’d consider close friends with him.”

“So he built good relationships all around.”

“That’s right. He was someone involved in everything from weapon management to procurement. It was natural for swordsmen to maintain friendly relations with him, and he also had a gentle nature that didn’t clash with others.”

This was enough information about Elder Zong.

No, it wasn’t enough, but there was unlikely to be any more information. At least unless someone who had been close to him without anyone knowing appeared.

Just like this.

“Um…”

A maid who had only been watching hesitantly raised her hand.

Moyong Bi spoke with a gentle expression.

“Please speak.”

“Well… we weren’t that close, but Elder Zong was good to us maids too.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, whenever he bought something delicious, he would always tell the young maids to eat and take care of them.”

Most young girls who became maids in martial arts sects were orphans, and naturally had to be very cautious.

“He was especially good to me. He said I particularly resembled his deceased elder brother’s daughter, his niece, so he felt affection for me.”

Just from the maid’s expression, one could tell that Elder Zong had no impure intentions. The maid truly followed him, as her eyes were already reddening.

“You must have been sad when he suddenly left.”

“Young Master, please believe this ignorant girl’s words. Elder Zong is absolutely not a bad person.”

It must have taken tremendous courage to say such words.

Moyong Bi nodded.

“We’re only keeping possibilities open as we approach this matter. We don’t view Elder Zong negatively at all, so don’t worry.”

“I, I see.”

“But did he leave any other words before departing?”

“There were no other words…”

Hesitation showed on the maid’s face. She seemed unsure whether she should say this.

Moyong Bi still showed a kind smile.

Hwang Chung quietly spoke.

“You can trust the Young Master’s words.”

Only then did a look of determination appear on the maid’s face.

“Recently, he’s been talking about Suzhou quite often.”

“You mean Suzhou in Jiangsu Province?”

“Yes, he said that after seeing the magnificent scenery of Taihu Lake and entering Suzhou, it felt like entering heaven. He would wonder bitterly when he might see that sight again.”

The swordsmen murmured quietly among themselves.

“It really does seem to be Jiangsu Province.”

“Was Jang Gu from Suzhou?”

“Well, he was quite refined for a laborer.”

Moyong Bi nodded.

“When you say recently?”

“About a month… I think that’s how long it’s been.”

“Thank you for the useful information. I appreciate you finding the courage to speak up.”

“Oh, no. I believe Elder Zong is absolutely not a bad person.”

Moyong Bi responded with a smile and looked at Han Gyeong.

Han Gyeong looked uncomfortable. Making him speechless in the middle of Ten Swords Gate and only talking to his subordinates – his mood couldn’t help but sour.

“You.”

“…Me?”

“Just in case, should I cut off one of your legs?”

Everyone was shocked by the calm yet sudden words.

Naturally, Han Gyeong was the most surprised.

“Wh-what are you suddenly talking about?!”

“Looking at your face, you don’t seem timid, but you appear very jealous and stubborn. You seem to have strong pride too, but you don’t have the guts to challenge the strong. You look like the typical type who’s weak to the strong and strong to the weak.”

Han Gyeong’s face turned bright red.

“Are you insulting me?”

“I’m worried that if we leave like this, you’ll mistreat that swordsman and maid for speaking unnecessarily.”

“…?!”

“If I remove one leg, you won’t do anything foolish, right? There would still be three more places left to cut.”

He meant that if he heard they had been bullied, he would cut off their limbs one by one.

Han Gyeong’s face turned pale.

“D-don’t make me out to be such a ruthless person. Just for something like that…!”

“Wasn’t it your head that was trying to turn the Huang family bloodline into puppets just to grab real power in this tiny sect?”

Moyong Bi pointed at his other fingers with his index finger.

“Don’t you dare touch those two people. Don’t make me do twenty-four cuts instead of four.”

At the terrifying threat of cutting off fingers and toes before dismembering limbs, Han Gyeong broke out in cold sweat.

Moyong Bi turned around.

“I don’t know why he was killed, but he died at the prime of his life. I’ll pray that at least his character improves in the underworld.”

* * *

The three people who left Ten Swords Gate.

As if she had been waiting, Moyong Su Hyang asked.

“Elder Brother. Do you really think Elder Han Gyeong will oppress those two people?”

“I thought the possibility wasn’t zero.”

“But why? They just answered questions.”

“He’s acting sect leader who was even humiliated by me. Who knows if someone who cursed at me would treat his subordinates well when they were nice to me?”

“Surely not…”

Moyong Bi patted her head.

“Our Su Hyang is too kind to understand the minds of such idiots. You don’t need to understand them in the future either.”

“Mm.”

“But anyway.”

A sigh naturally escaped his lips.

“Damn, that bastard is professional, isn’t he?”

“Professional?”

Then, Neung Hyeong spoke.

“That guy received proper training.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Moyong Su Hyang really couldn’t understand.

“What are you talking about?”

“Regardless of their origin, spies don’t try to get deeply involved with people around them. But if they live too quietly, they’ll be suspected, so they try to get along well with various people. It means they form relationships that are broad but shallow.”

“…Huh?”

“The servant who quit or died – he set up the environment before starting his work. Mentioning Suzhou and Taihu to the maid he was particularly close to was a scheme to lead any pursuers looking for him in that direction.”

“…?!”

“In other words, that bastard could have fled anywhere except Suzhou and Taihu.”

“Hehe…”

Neung Hyeong scratched his head vigorously.

“Damn bastard. The only thing we learned for certain is that he’s from ‘that side.'”

“I’m not sure about certainties, but there is some strange information.”

“Strange information?”

“One month.”

“One month? Ah, you mean when he was whining about wanting to see Suzhou and Taihu?”

Moyong Bi’s eyes deepened.

“That’s exactly when we left the family estate.”

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