Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 91

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Chapter 91. Three Pure Infinities (1)

Yi Yeon Ju, who was about to say something, closed her mouth.

Verbal sparring or whatever, he was just someone who couldn’t be reasoned with. Though anger had risen to the top of her head, she thought she might really die.

“Excuse me…”

Moyong Bi turned his head toward Namgung Gwan.

Namgung Gwan flinched once again.

‘Those eyes again.’

They seemed ordinary when not meeting them directly, but the moment their eyes met, his entire body tensed up.

It felt like two invisible snakes entered through his eyes and slithered across his whole body.

An intense gaze he had never felt from his father, or even from his grandfather.

Namgung Gwan cleared his throat and spoke carefully.

“Since you’ve shown us this level of skill, how about we wrap things up here?”

Jegal Chung Ho looked at Namgung Gwan as if surprised.

‘Why is he being so submissive?’

Of course, he was a tremendous expert. But Namgung Gwan wasn’t someone who cowered before the strong.

Right now, Namgung Gwan seemed unusually respectful compared to usual.

Moyong Bi chuckled.

“Wrap things up here?”

“That’s right.”

“By the way, you eloquent fellow, what’s your name?”

Namgung Gwan cupped his fists.

“My name is Namgung Gwan.”

Namgung, Namgung – so that’s how it was after all.

‘His aura was quite heavy.’

He remembered briefly making eye contact while running through the marketplace.

He was hiding an energy he had felt many times before, but there were too many people and he had only glimpsed him, so he couldn’t identify who it was. His qi sensitivity wasn’t what it used to be either.

But the moment they entered the inn, he knew. The Namgung Clan’s aura was that distinctive and mysterious.

“So you’re indeed a young master from the Anhui Namgung Clan.”

“Shamefully, I still lack the skill and character to bear my family’s reputation.”

Moyong Bi liked Namgung Gwan’s attitude.

The Ten Swords Gate and Hong Clan Sword Family bastards would try to rely on their organization’s power when things went wrong.

Of course, the surname Namgung wasn’t common, but just seeing his attitude of not proudly declaring where he was from showed he lacked the typical arrogance of famous families.

“It seems you sent your younger brother upstairs to spare him from seeing something unpleasant, but wouldn’t it be fine to have him come down now?”

“Ah, you knew?”

“He’s up there holding his breath with his ears wide open, isn’t he? That Kang Suk fellow doesn’t seem to be around.”

Namgung Gwan shook his head as if he couldn’t stop him, then suddenly hardened his expression and looked at Yi Yeon Ju.

Yi Yeon Ju’s face, mixed with emotions of anger, fear, and shame, no longer retained even her characteristic gentle impression.

“Relying on my family’s power isn’t my preferred method. But if the Gold Flower Trading Company causes even the slightest harm to this inn, then I won’t stand idle in the name of Namgung.”

Moyong Bi thought to himself.

‘Not bad.’

He wouldn’t wield his family’s power, but when he needed to wield it, he was also unhesitating.

It looked even better because it was for the sake of the weak who might suffer unjust violence.

Yi Yeon Ju turned her head without saying anything and started walking.

That’s when it happened.

Thunk!

Yi Yeon Ju’s face immediately turned pale.

Just as she was walking, a broken chopstick embedded itself in the pillar right next to her.

If she had taken just half a step more, her temple would have been pierced.

“Huh!”

Yi Yeon Ju collapsed right there, trembling.

Everyone looked at Moyong Bi in surprise.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“…Excuse me, Young Master.”

Even at Namgung Gwan’s call, Moyong Bi paid no attention.

“Just like this eloquent fellow here said, what use would it be to receive apologies from the likes of you? But you still need to clean up the mess, don’t you?”

“What, what do you mean?”

Yi Yeon Ju unconsciously used respectful speech.

Moyong Bi gestured with his chin toward where the sect disciples were.

“You need to clean up all those broken dish fragments before you go. And pay compensation too.”

“…?!”

“If it weren’t for you people, would those precious dishes have broken? You must have plenty of money, so compensate about ten times the amount before you leave.”

The shamelessness was beyond words.

But no one could object to those words.

“What? Don’t want to do it?”

Moyong Bi immediately raised his hand.

In that hand were three broken chopsticks.

“No, no!”

Yi Yeon Ju hurriedly turned around.

One of the disciples gritted his teeth and said.

“Isn’t this treatment too excessive?”

Unfortunately, he was the disciple who had pushed Yang Gu’s shoulder and entered.

Moyong Bi tilted his head.

“What is?”

“We are warriors.”

“Do warriors not have hands, feet, backs, common sense, or basic decency?”

“…”

“If that’s such a face-losing matter, you probably won’t be much help to the world even if you live. You’ll probably go around roughly shoving innocent people’s shoulders later.”

Moyong Bi’s eyes, as he raised his hand, immediately became transparent.

Namgung Gwan moved instinctively.

Swish! Thwack!

“Argh!”

The chattering disciple collapsed right there.

A chopstick was embedded in his shoulder.

“Ooh.”

Moyong Bi looked at Namgung Gwan with admiring eyes.

“Quite fast.”

“…I was only watching your eyes, Young Master.”

“They say hands are faster than eyes.”

“I’m experiencing that firsthand.”

He had tried to block it but couldn’t.

Fortunately, a strand of strong wind that flowed from his fingertips slightly altered the direction of the flying chopstick.

If not for that, someone would have really died.

The fallen disciple’s face turned not just pale but blue-black. His whole body trembled as he realized he might have died from just saying the wrong thing.

“Even so, isn’t murder going too far?”

At Namgung Gwan’s serious words, Moyong Bi shook his head.

“I don’t think so at all.”

“Why is that?”

“I’m petty by nature.”

“…Pardon?”

“If that bastard had shown even a hint of apologizing to the innkeeper, I wouldn’t have done this, but he can’t even bow his waist. His pride is hurt.”

“B-but.”

“He doesn’t know what to do in front of the strong, yet despises the weak just for being weak? This is typical Unorthodox Faction behavior, isn’t it? What’s wrong with beating up one piece of Unorthodox Faction trash?”

“…!”

“That bastard is the worst of the bunch. Without having the guts for it, he stood up to me thinking I really wouldn’t kill him. He was counting on the reputation of the Gold Flower Trading Company.”

Moyong Bi smiled and waved the two chopsticks.

“Sorry, but I get called crazy a lot. I’m especially famous for not caring about Unorthodox Faction lives.”

“Grrrrk.”

The sect disciple, his head gone white with terror, fainted on the spot.

Without even releasing killing intent, he couldn’t overcome his fear and passed out. And this was supposedly a member of the Gold Flower Trading Company’s elite unit.

He was just a swordsman of that caliber.

“What are you all doing?”

The remaining two sect disciples looked at Moyong Bi.

Moyong Bi gripped the broken chopsticks with both hands again.

“Should I break them once more?”

A moment later.

The two sect disciples were cleaning diligently. Crouching down, they picked up bowl fragments and swept up even the small pieces with a broom.

Yi Yeon Ju was the same.

She who had been sitting still couldn’t withstand Moyong Bi’s intimidating gaze and had to wipe the table with a rag.

‘This is really serious trouble.’

Worry appeared on Jegal Chung Ho’s face.

‘If it were just a problem with this one Young Lady, that would be one thing… but if this incident reaches the trading company master’s ears.’

Though he called himself a cast-out child, he was still a child of the Zhuge Family.

The Gold Flower Trading Company’s influence was tremendous, enough that one of the Six Great Families would directly ask to work together.

Some people say, what’s a trading company? Can’t you just sweep them away with force? Don’t they all cower before famous sects and martial families of Jianghu?

That’s knowing one thing but not knowing two.

Take away pride from reputation and all that’s left is money.

In the end, the reason countless sects that make their names known throughout the world obsess over reputation is also about money. That’s why real powerhouses can never ignore trading companies.

In reality, trading companies also build forces that overwhelm ordinary sects with their powerful financial resources.

The Gold Flower Trading Company was the same.

‘Still, with that friend here, we should be able to breathe a little easier…’

Surprisingly, Namgung Gwan was also cleaning.

Saying he was sorry to the innkeeper, that it was his group’s fault so he would take responsibility too, he was diligently sweeping with the sect disciples.

‘If you’re doing it, I feel like I should do it too.’

Of course, Jegal Chung Ho kept his hands off.

He said seriously that at least one of the noble bloodlines should remain to save the group’s face, but the truth was different.

‘I’m not needed too, right? Honestly, it’s a bit bothersome, friend.’

He hadn’t even recovered from travel fatigue and was planning to have a strong drink and play before going straight to sleep, but it already felt like he’d drunk several bottles of strong liquor.

Then, Moyong Bi asked.

“Are you from the Zhuge Family?”

“That’s right.”

“As expected of that gentleman’s friend, your way with words is quite something.”

Jegal Chung Ho grinned.

“I enjoy solving everything through dialogue.”

“That must be difficult.”

“You say that because you don’t know, Young Master. Words are ultimately…”

“You have treasures packed in your belly but can only use one-tenth of them, so your verbal skills have improved, haven’t they?”

Jegal Chung Ho’s face hardened completely.

Moyong Bi shook his head.

“Don’t give up and keep trying. Someday the day will come when you’re rewarded.”

“…You can actually sense it?”

“If what’s packed full in your belly isn’t shit, what else would it be? It’s power.”

“…!!”

“By the way, aren’t you going to help?”

Jegal Chung Ho, hastily collecting himself, laughed elegantly like a noble lady.

“At least I should remain so those people can save face.”

“It’s not because you find it bothersome?”

“Then why isn’t Young Master helping?”

“I’m afraid I’ll lose weight.”

“…?”

“I came here to eat the innkeeper’s nourishing food and gain some weight.”

What on earth is he talking about?

“You are… a bit thin.”

Then, Namgung Gwan approached.

“The cleaning is finished.”

Yang Gu, who had been hovering nearby, smiled awkwardly and said.

“I should have done it, but you suffered needlessly because of our Young Master.”

“You say such things. It’s frustrating that there’s nothing more I can do to help.”

Why would he be frustrated about that too.

He may not know it himself, but Namgung Gwan also has a peculiar trait of making people feel burdened.

“Young Master…”

Jegal Chung Ho’s lips twitched.

“News from Wuhan occasionally reaches our main family house too.”

“Even in the same Hubei, wouldn’t that be too far?”

“Information is life.”

“It must be nice having good intelligence networks.”

“By any chance, has Young Master recently heard about the Ten Swords…”

Jegal Chung Ho, who was about to speak, suddenly looked around at Yi Yeon Ju and the sect disciples.

They couldn’t even make eye contact with this side.

‘No need to run my mouth unnecessarily.’

Moyong Bi said.

“If you’re done cleaning, get lost quickly to some crowded, expensive juru. Never set foot in this fly-ridden inn that only knows how to take care of regulars again.”

Yang Gu frowned.

“That’s too harsh.”

They passed by Moyong Bi without a word. Since there were many unconscious people, the two sect disciples had to carry one person each on their shoulders.

“Hey.”

“Gasp! Yes?”

Yi Yeon Ju swallowed hard.

Terrifying killing intent arose from Moyong Bi’s eyes.

“You’re just going to leave?”

“Th-then…?”

“Aren’t you paying compensation?”

“…What?”

“Did you already forget the ten-fold compensation? Hey, is this one really merchant blood? How can she be so stupid?!”

“Ah!”

Yi Yeon Ju hurriedly searched her clothes and pulled out a money pouch to hand over. She didn’t even count the money.

Moyong Bi, who peeked into the pouch briefly, nodded.

“Go. Let’s never see each other again.”

“G-goodbye.”

With those words, all the Gold Flower Trading Company people disappeared.

Only then did Namgung So So come down awkwardly.

“Brother.”

“You came.”

Namgung So So, who had come down to the first floor, quietly stood behind Namgung Gwan.

Moyong Bi spoke to Yang Gu.

“Take this, and I’m leaving.”

“Huh! You’re giving me this much?”

“Please prepare nourishing food again. I’ll come again tomorrow.”

“Oh my, you don’t need to do that… Well then, tomorrow I’ll try catching a few ducks.”

“I look forward to it.”

With that, Moyong Bi also vanished in a flash. The Namgung family and Jegal Chung Ho had no chance to stop him.

Namgung So So spoke in a crawling voice.

“Brother was right. He’s not an ordinary person.”

“…Right.”

Namgung Gwan’s eyes sparkled particularly bright.

“He’s definitely not ordinary.”

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