Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 90

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Chapter 90. Pride and Justice (5)

Whoosh!

A sharp aura flowed from Namgung Gwan’s body.

Unable to control his emotions momentarily, his internal energy was released. That internal energy even affected the external qi.

Yi Yeon Ju flinched.

Click.

Song Pil and the sect disciples slightly drew their swords with their thumbs.

Namgung Gwan didn’t even look at them. He just glared at Yi Yeon Ju with terrifying eyes.

“…!”

Yi Yeon Ju’s face gradually turned pale.

Though she too had grown up eating fine spiritual medicine like meals since childhood, she couldn’t withstand the gaze of Namgung Gwan who had trained at the Namgung Clan.

She had internal energy but wasn’t a martial artist to begin with.

“If it’s such a vulgar mouth that carelessly mocks people they’ve never met, forcing an apology would be meaningless. It would only make the person involved uncomfortable and worsen their mood.”

Whoong.

Along with a gust of wind, Namgung Gwan’s aura quickly subsided.

Song Pil’s eyes wavered.

Despite releasing such a sharp aura, he gathered all his energy the moment he controlled his mind.

‘He’s strong!’

The stronger the qi, the harder it is to handle delicately. Being able to gather that level of energy in an instant proved that Namgung Gwan’s martial arts had truly reached a profound level.

“Chung Ho, I’m sorry. It’ll be difficult to remain in the same place any longer.”

Jegal Chung Ho spoke without the slightest panic.

“It’s fine. What can we do when the atmosphere has turned out like this?”

Namgung Gwan felt sorry toward Jegal Chung Ho.

Human relationships aren’t formed solely through friendship. Jegal Chung Ho probably hadn’t joined them because he liked Yi Yeon Ju either.

If it was a relationship that would break over something this trivial, he wouldn’t have formed it in the first place, but he felt sorry that the relationship between the Jegal family and Gold Flower Trading Company might become awkward because of him.

“I’ll come greet Kang Suk later.”

“Do as you wish.”

“Are you dining separately?”

Namgung Gwan looked at Yi Yeon Ju.

Her face was flushed red. She was angry about being overwhelmed by Namgung Gwan’s aura for a moment.

“If you’re going to eat the food that was already ordered, I’ll order separately.”

Will you leave, or will you eat before going?

Yi Yeon Ju slowly rose from her seat.

“Indeed, the Namgung Clan. Befitting the hegemon of a province, you’re quite extraordinarily confident.”

“The Gold Flower Trading Company seems the same. I heard it’s Hubei’s premier trading company, and it seems the company head has raised his daughter very preciously.”

Though it seemed unlikely, he was someone who wouldn’t back down until the end.

‘Fierce, so fierce.’

Jegal Chung Ho inwardly clicked his tongue.

Namgung Gwan was a friend with deep thoughts and dignity, but he showed no mercy to people he deemed unworthy. His usual silence made one think he was saving up words to unleash them all on such people.

Yi Yeon Ju, who had been staring at Namgung Gwan intently, spoke as if spitting out the words.

“Even if we discuss Hubei’s premier position, how could it compare to just the Namgung Clan? However, trading companies have power that martial families can’t even imagine. Don’t forget my words.”

Instantly, not only Jegal Chung Ho but even Song Pil was flustered.

Depending on how one heard it, Yi Yeon Ju’s words could sound like she was threatening her opponent.

“Possessing both vulgarity and recklessness – truly a rare character to see in these times.”

Namgung Gwan’s verbal skills in retorting without batting an eye were admirable enough to draw spontaneous praise.

It was the moment Song Pil was about to speak.

“Puhaha!”

The echoing sound was truly cheerful.

Everyone except Yi Yeon Ju turned their heads.

“Ah, damn it. The broth went up my nose.”

Then, Yang Gu came out from the kitchen carrying two plates of food.

The continuous sizzling sounds from inside suggested the cook was enthusiastically preparing dishes.

“Oh! Young Master, have you already finished everything?”

The young man, Moyong Bi, waved his hands while making slurping sounds.

“I still have half a bowl left. No matter how much I eat this, I don’t get tired of it.”

“Haha, I didn’t know Young Master had such a big appetite. If it’s not enough, please let me know. I can prepare several more bowls.”

“Let me finish what’s left first, then I’ll ask.”

“Understood.”

Yang Gu approached Namgung Gwan’s group.

“Two dishes came out first. I’ll bring the alcohol soon.”

“No need.”

It was Yi Yeon Ju who spoke.

“Just bring two sets of spoon and chopsticks. Two cups will be enough too.”

She meant they would leave among themselves, leaving Namgung Gwan and Jegal Chung Ho behind.

Namgung Gwan’s expression hardened again.

Jegal Chung Ho, also unable to endure any longer, spoke in a quiet voice.

“Young Lady, why are you acting like this?”

Perhaps not expecting even Jegal Chung Ho to react this way, Yi Yeon Ju’s eyes widened.

“Even Young Master Jegal is doing this to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Following Young Master Namgung, Young Master Jegal is also oppressing me.”

Jegal Chung Ho shook his head.

“I didn’t want to say this much, but do you know why the main family sent me with this Young Lady?”

“What?”

“Because I’m a worthless son.”

“…?!”

“If this Young Lady’s elder brother or younger brother had come, the main family would have sent my elder brother too. Do you understand what this means?”

It doesn’t match the status.

Or, even if trouble occurred, they expected it, so the family could handle it adequately.

Even Yi Yeon Ju, who had long since dropped out of the trading company’s succession education, was smart enough to understand Jegal Chung Ho’s words.

Yi Yeon Ju’s face flushed red with shame.

“Are you saying to me now…!”

“The main family considers me, and your trading company considers you, to be only worth that much. Did this Young Lady truly not know?”

There’s no way she didn’t know.

She just didn’t want to acknowledge it.

“I can accept it since I’m someone who had no interest in succession or power from the beginning, but this Young Lady is different, isn’t she? How can you not know that your every word and action is directly connected to Gold Flower Trading Company’s reputation?”

When someone who usually spoke nonsense became serious and earnest, the impact was doubled.

Yi Yeon Ju shouted angrily.

“Let’s go!”

Her pride was hurt, but she knew that saying more would only be a loss for her.

Her opponents were the Jegal and Namgung families. As pillars of the current six great families, their reputation in Jianghu surpassed that of Gold Flower Trading Company.

They couldn’t act carelessly either, but any conflict would only result in losses for Gold Flower Trading Company.

“What are you doing? Get out of the way!”

Her sharp voice toward Yang Gu didn’t match her gentle impression at all.

Yang Gu, who had set down the dishes on the table, grumbled.

“I can hear you even if you speak quietly, so don’t strain your voice like that.”

“What, what did you say?”

She never expected the innkeeper to respond like this.

Namgung Gwan, who was about to step forward once more, and Jegal Chung Ho were also surprised and looked at Yang Gu.

Yang Gu spoke with a sullen expression.

“As an innkeeper, I’m willing to accept guests leaving abruptly to some extent, but I refuse to be persecuted for nonsensical reasons.”

“Pe, persecution?”

“If this isn’t persecution, then what is? And can’t you see this path here? You could just pass by, so why tell me to move?”

“…?!”

“If you’re not going to eat, then hurry along. I have no desire to serve customers like you ever again.”

The temperament that had let loose everything he could and couldn’t say to the Grand Elder of Ten Swords Gate hadn’t gone anywhere.

Anyone could see that Yi Yeon Ju’s words and actions had crossed the line. An ordinary innkeeper might have endured it despite feeling upset, but Yang Gu wasn’t that type of person.

“You, how dare you….”

Yi Yeon Ju was so flustered she couldn’t even raise her voice properly.

Clang!

Song Pil drew his sword.

“How dare this insolent fool rush my lady! Do you know who this person…!”

That’s when it happened.

Thwack! Crash!

The bowl fragments that had struck Song Pil’s forehead and shattered into pieces scattered in all directions.

Namgung Gwan, who had somehow blocked Yang Gu’s path, unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

‘What, what just happened?’

The moment he blocked the path, a large bowl had hit Song Pil’s head and broken.

Song Pil’s body, which had been staring blankly into empty air, slowly toppled backward.

“Gasp! Great Master!”

Fortunately, the sect disciples behind him prevented the disaster of his head hitting the floor, but for Song Pil who had already fainted, whether he fell to the ground or collapsed into the disciples’ arms made no difference.

Everyone’s gaze turned toward the back.

“I say, Innkeeper.”

Moyong Bi frowned and wiped his hands on his clothes.

“This is all good, but there’s too much oil. I was going to eat another bowl, but I’m too scared to eat anymore. Feels like it’ll destroy my blood vessels.”

Yang Gu grinned.

“To nourish our Young Master properly, we need at least that much oil.”

“Don’t tell me you added extra on purpose?”

“How could that be? The wild boar we caught just happened to be nice and plump.”

“It was wild boar? There was no smell at all though?”

“That’s the skill, isn’t it?”

“Anyway, since the bowl slipping was my mistake, I’ll compensate for it.”

“Oh my, thank you.”

“…You’re really going to accept it? How petty.”

“You said you’d compensate, didn’t you?”

“Our Innkeeper Yang, whatever he does, he’ll never go hungry.”

“Hahaha!”

Yang Gu’s face was full of satisfaction as he burst into laughter.

To openly burst into such hearty laughter in this situation showed he had quite extraordinary nerve.

“What the hell are you!”

Yi Yeon Ju’s body trembled as she screamed. She was so flustered and angry that she couldn’t control herself.

“You, you beggar bastard, how dare you touch Gold Flower Trading Company?”

The sect disciples all drew their swords at once.

Simultaneously.

Whoosh! Crash crash clang!

Three bowls struck exactly three sect disciples’ foreheads.

“Kyaah!”

The broken fragments also scattered onto Yi Yeon Ju’s clothes and hair. Terrified, she crouched down.

Moyong Bi, frowning deeply, held up his hand as if something disgusting had gotten on it.

“Look at this. Because there’s so much oil, my hands keep slipping. The compensation money just keeps increasing.”

“If you slip twice more, there won’t be any inn left, will there?”

“That’s why they only fly toward those dried-up faces, right? The inn here is all shiny, so it’s fine.”

“Hahaha.”

The Gold Sword sect disciples unconsciously swallowed their saliva.

Unless they were fools, they couldn’t help but realize that Moyong Bi was a terrifyingly skilled master.

Frankly speaking, the Great Master could at least make excuses about being caught off guard, but hadn’t they made full preparations?

Moreover, what had flown at them wasn’t even a hidden weapon but porcelain larger than a person’s face.

“Let’s see now.”

Moyong Bi’s appearance as he stood up was spectacular.

Everything else was thin, but only his belly, which had swept up all the nourishing food, protruded. Even though his clothes were quite loose, only the belly area was taut, making it look like he had stolen goods stuffed inside.

Jegal Chung Ho looked at Moyong Bi as if viewing some mystical creature.

“Looking at it, there’s definitely evil energy on this street. Even people who were fine become complete idiots the moment they come near here.”

A pair of chopsticks was caught in Moyong Bi’s hand as it swept across the table.

“My hands are still greasy and slippery. When will this all get wiped off?”

This time he meant to throw the chopsticks.

Chopsticks shouldn’t be taken lightly. They were actually more frightening.

While porcelain bowls had more weight, chopsticks had less weight but an extremely narrow surface area.

If they couldn’t even see those big bowls and fell down one by one, how much worse would chopsticks be? Moreover, if chopsticks got lodged in a forehead, it wouldn’t be fainting but an express trip to the underworld.

The sect disciples who gulped down their saliva unconsciously stepped backward.

Moyong Bi grasped the chopsticks with both hands.

Snap!

The chopsticks broken in half had now become four small sticks.

“Just exactly four pieces. How curious.”

A faint fear began to rise in Yi Yeon Ju’s face as she lifted her head. She realized that her opponent was someone beyond common sense.

Moreover, he was a master.

“Je, Jegal Young Master!”

She looked desperately at Jegal Chung Ho, but Yi Yeon Ju’s voice didn’t reach his ears as he was completely focused on Moyong Bi.

Moyong Bi asked Yang Gu.

“Do I compensate for chopsticks too?”

“Are they still usable? If you’re not just throwing them away, asking you to compensate for chopsticks would be a bit much.”

“Is that so? How fortunate.”

Moyong Bi turned his gaze toward the sect disciples.

“The innkeeper says if I lodge one each in your foreheads, I don’t have to compensate?”

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