Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 109

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Chapter 109

 

 

Dawn, when everyone should be asleep.

Swish-

Two guests secretly infiltrated the sealed Gosan Sect.

Seeing the many Martial Artists standing guard outside, one could easily guess the level of skill these two possessed.

Thud.

The two landed silently without leaving a trace.

Right before them.

The corpse of the dead Gosan Sect Leader lay scattered messily, showing traces of being bisected in a single stroke.

 

“….”

“Hmm….”

 

The two gazed at it quietly.

Their eyes moved busily as if drawing the scene.

Even the darkness couldn’t block the gleam flowing from their eyes.

One might think this was pointless work at dawn.

But it wasn’t at all.

 

“Single Blade Bisection in one strike. Clean work.”

“Again?”

“The Poison Demon Physician is cleaner than his alias suggests. Unlike his alias, he didn’t use poison but killed the Sect Leader with sword technique alone. Does he have the nature of a Martial Artist?”

“The beggar only seeks cleanliness.”

 

The two quickly deduced the situation.

And they were rapidly approaching the correct answer.

 

“And? You still can’t find one thing.”

“Looking at the traces, it seems a formation was used.”

 

They even managed to read the traces of the formation!

Such deduction from traces alone.

It was remarkable ability.

This showed that they had received training related to such matters.

 

“Yes! That’s exactly it!”

“Haha. Did I get it right?”

 

These weren’t people from Hao Gate or Black Point, yet they had such abilities.

 

“Right. Even if you can’t beg properly, you’ll survive by mooching. Well, if you lack martial talent, you should at least have such skills.”

“Oh my. Among all the Elders, you’re the only one who treats me, a Successor Candidate, this way.”

“Hah! There are ten Successor Candidates and nine Elders. Who’s more precious?”

“Does the number really matter?”

“Quiet, you brat. I was once a Successor Candidate too.”

“Tsk….”

“This kid? Where do you get off clicking your tongue?”

“Ah, do I need permission to use my tongue too?”

“Tsk. Anyway, this kid has no patience, no patience.”

 

So that’s where they got such abilities – they were Martial Artists from the Beggar’s Sect.

Indeed, their appearance had been shabby from the start.

The Young Beggar was somewhat better.

But the Old Beggar looked worse, his age and clothing deteriorating together.

The two exchanged questions and answers in that state.

 

“Anyway, isn’t it the correct answer?”

“Yes, that’s right. He died despite using a formation. The Sect Leader, in his own territory no less.”

“Doesn’t this prove that the Poison Demon is that exceptional?”

“Indeed. This is no ordinary matter. He’s more outstanding than I expected.”

 

The Young Beggar never hesitated at the test-like questions.

He answered refreshingly.

But he stopped at just one question.

 

“Then, what do you think should be done from now on? Wouldn’t accompanying him be right?”

“….”

 

How should the Beggar’s Sect treat the Poison Demon?

The Successor Candidate couldn’t answer that.

At this, the Old Beggar showed his yellowed teeth and asked.

 

“Hehe. Do you still oppose bringing that information to the Poison Demon and accompanying him?”

“He’s from the Evil Sects.”

“He merely started his activities in Hangzhou.”

“Even so, doesn’t he command numerous Evil Sect members under him?”

“Is it guilt by association?”

“Isn’t it?”

“Hmm. We should look deeper, shouldn’t we?”

“My eyes must be like knotholes, only seeing that far.”

 

It seemed the two had differing opinions.

Opinions on how to treat the Poison Demon!

 

“Oh my. Is that really a reason it shouldn’t be conveyed? Is there no other reason?”

“I have a really bad feeling about it.”

“Hehe. I have a good feeling about it? Since you feel bad about it, we’re split. Now, what to do.”

“Tsk….”

“You brat. How dare you click your tongue in front of an elder?”

“Well, it seems like you’ll hand it over even if I oppose it, Elder.”

 

The Old Beggar clearly wanted to make contact.

The Young Beggar was firmly opposed.

Though it wasn’t yet clear what the contact was for, having differing opinions wasn’t good.

 

“Hah…! You’re quite dissatisfied.”

“When things don’t go my way, I should at least have complaints.”

“Huh. Then how about this?”

“What?”

 

At this, the old beggar threw out an unexpected proposal.

 

“Three days. I’ll give you exactly three days. If you can persuade me by then, I won’t give it to the Poison Demon.”

“!!!!”

 

The period of three days.

It was by no means a short time.

It was a task to persuade him in some way during that time.

 

“How about it?”

“You’ll keep that promise?”

“Has this old man ever broken a promise?”

“You’ve kept them. You keep them too well, that’s the problem.”

“Oh my. Now you’re scolding me for keeping promises.”

“Scolding, what scolding. Then let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“Ah, we can’t waste time, can we? No wait, I’ll go first!”

“Oh dear.”

 

Swoosh—

The Successor Candidate stepped outside even faster than when he had entered.

And left alone in his place, the Elder frowned.

 

“His master told me to kill that impatient temperament of his, but he’s still exactly the same.”

 

I brought him here to try to fix that temperament.

But it’s not improving at all, what should I do.

 

“With such an inborn temperament, how can he be used as the Beggar’s Sect’s successor candidate. Tsk tsk.”

 

Even if a beggar, a successor candidate had to be prudent.

Even if not a beggar of the Beggar’s Sect, to become one who embraces all beggars, one’s vessel had to be large.

However, there was no sign of that improving at all.

 

“He was such a clever fellow when he was young. How did he end up like that.”

 

It was too late now to change the choice.

I had no choice but to fix him and make use of him.

 

‘If only he could become prudent.’

 

If he could somehow gain patience, he would become the successor candidate closest to being Guild Leader. The problem was that even now, that wasn’t happening.

At this, the Elder let out a deep sigh.

 

“Whew.”

 

In truth, the sigh might have come out even deeper because of the sword marks before his eyes.

 

“On the contrary, this fellow here is so prudent…”

 

Jung Myeong’s sword marks visible before his eyes.

It was because he envied the prudence contained in those traces.

 

“Living in Hangzhou, a place full of Evil Sects, yet wielding a sword more honest than anyone’s. Let’s see. I heard the medical clinic’s name is Jeongjin? Seeing that his name is also Jung Myeong. Hmm…”

 

Seeing one thing tells you ten.

Just looking at these traces, there were things he could feel.

What Jung Myeong’s character contained within might be like.

How much patience he might have.

The old beggar could fully gauge it.

 

“An interesting fellow has entered Hangzhou. Hmm. Let’s see, since I was planning to get involved anyway, it would be fun to go deeper!”

 

A smile formed on the old man’s previously frowning expression.

 

“Heh heh heh.”

 

He had definitely come up with an interesting idea.

It was the moment when that temperament that had earned him the name Strange Madman in his youth was activating in a peculiar direction.

 

 

* * *

 

 

“Hmm?”

 

Jung Myeong, who had been engaged in a tug-of-war until late hours for negotiations.

He felt a chill penetrating his body for a moment.

 

“What’s wrong?”

“Somehow I have a bad feeling.”

 

Namgung Yeon, seeing him, looked at him with worried eyes.

 

“Really? Something might happen then.”

“It’s not quite to that extent though?”

 

She instead blocked Jung Myeong’s attempt to brush it off lightly.

 

“You’re at the Super Peak Level, aren’t you? You shouldn’t take that sense lightly.”

“I’ll be careful.”

 

What kind of trouble would happen again.

Even while thinking that, Jung Myeong accepted Namgung Yeon’s concern.

In any case, her caring for him like this meant she thought of him that much.

Even if she was a business partner, it wasn’t bad.

 

“Now, let’s finish up the business first.”

“Good.”

 

After a brief chat, the two discussed the regular escort service.

 

“You’re not just going to include spirit medicine, are you?”

“Of course not.”

“Let’s add several categories of medicinal herbs as well.”

“You’ll be the one distributing those, Physician?”

“Yes. Half of them.”

“Then the other half?”

“The Escort Agency needs to secure profits to continue, doesn’t it?”

“Thank you!”

“Ah, but that doesn’t mean I’m just giving you pure profit. The quantity itself will be prepared and provided according to our circumstances.”

“You mean you’ll have it go through the Medical Clinic first?”

“Correct. Instead, the quality of the medicinal herbs we pass on will improve, so there won’t be any loss.”

“I can’t compete with this. Fine.”

“Additionally, I’ll take two percent of the profits.”

“That’s only natural. Since this whole deal exists thanks to you, Physician, that much is expected.”

“Oh. You’re quite straightforward about this.”

“As I said, it’s only natural.”

 

It seemed like nothing special.

But enormous interests were exchanged with each and every item.

How they controlled the medicinal herbs, goods, and categories that would be loaded onto the regular escort service would determine the direction of future profits.

Knowing this, both of them were dedicating time until this late hour.

 

“Hmm. Deputy Agency Head.”

“What?”

“You’ve grown a lot. You’re quick to compromise too. Your vessel has grown larger than before.”

“…Shut up.”

 

For some reason, Namgung Yeon’s cheeks flushed unusually.

But it didn’t last long.

 

“My goodness. Even when I give you a compliment, you react like this?”

“I suppose it’s because I usually receive so much criticism.”

“Ahem… Come now, let’s slowly wrap things up.”

 

The two dedicated time to work until the very end.

They were only able to finish when the roosters began to crow.

 

 

* * *

 

 

Three days had passed since the Gosan Sect Leader died.

During that time, the Gosan Sect Leader’s funeral was held.

It was a funeral that took place because Jung Myeong wasn’t heartless enough to prevent a funeral just because he said he would seal the sect.

 

“Sigh…”

 

The Second Son, who had taken on the role of chief mourner in place of the First Son who had entered secluded training, let out a deep sigh.

It was quiet. No, there were no people.

 

‘Even if the sect is sealed…’

 

Even if the Sect Leader’s dog had died, more people would have come than this.

After all, isn’t it true that the funeral of someone related to a person in power draws more crowds than the death of the person in power themselves?

The sight of having become a kite with a broken string was starkly visible at the funeral.

The Second Son gritted his teeth, but nothing changed.

It would soon be three days.

There was no need to extend it to seven days.

Showing this pitiful state itself would be dragging the last remnants of the Gosan Sect’s reputation through the mud.

Even his dead father would tell him to wrap it up now.

It was time to discuss the coffining to slowly conclude things.

 

“…”

“Elder Brother!”

 

The Eldest Son quietly appeared.

Had he rushed over immediately upon hearing the news?

The Eldest Son, who arrived with his entire body soaked in sweat, quietly looked at the funeral hall.

He surveyed the whole scene, then looked at his younger brother who had taken on the role of chief mourner.

His younger brother looked at the Eldest Son with more difficulty than usual.

He seemed to interpret the gaze as reproach.

 

“I… The reason I took on the role of chief mourner was…”

“Since I wasn’t here, it was natural for you to take it on.”

“…That’s right.”

“You did well. You filled my absence well. I’m proud of you.”

“!!!”

 

However, the Eldest Son actually praised him instead.

It didn’t matter what intentions were contained in that praise.

At least for the Second Son, he thought that his elder brother could finally take on this position that was difficult for him to bear. But for some reason.

 

“Elder Brother! Wh-where are you going!”

 

That Eldest Son tried to leave again suddenly.

He tried to stop him, but.

 

“Please bear with it for just three more years. Even if I couldn’t see Father off on his final journey, shouldn’t I fulfill my duty as a son?”

“What? Ah…”

 

Upon hearing those words, the Second Son who had taken on the role of chief mourner could no longer hold him back.

Those three years. They would surely be three years of boiling blood.

With everyone watching, the Eldest Son left the funeral hall with his head held even more rigidly high.

His eyes were red as if hot tears of blood might flow from them.

 

 

* * *

 

 

“Have you heard the news?”

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