Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 99

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Chapter 99

 

 

[You’re going to accept him again, aren’t you?]

[Isn’t that the obvious thing to do?]

[The Deputy Agency Head will complain again.]

[But we gained a talented person, didn’t we?]

[You’re too soft-hearted. If you had just dealt with him, these challengers wouldn’t keep coming.]

[Haha. Is this being soft-hearted? Then I’ll live being soft-hearted.]

 

As he takes him away, Man-am-gun’s Sound Transmission reaches him.

 

[And please say it’s because I’m good with profits instead.]

[Hmph. Do you think there are profits to be made from taking care of those who come just to spar? How much do you trust those guys?]

[Didn’t you also trust the Elder who openly threw Hidden Weapons from the start?]

[….]

[I’ll be going now.]

 

What is it that he doesn’t like?

In the end, Man-am-gun only fell silent after Jung Myeong got the better of him.

He understands what Man-am-gun’s feelings might be.

 

‘He must dislike bringing in people regardless of whether they’re Orthodox or Evil Sect.’

 

Recently, since entering Anhui Province.

Orthodox Sect Martial Artists appear more frequently than Evil Sect Martial Artists.

Since Anhui is Orthodox Sect Territory, it’s natural.

It’s not that there are no Evil Sect people in Anhui at all.

But openly revealing themselves when everyone’s attention is focused would be something only amateurs would do.

So when looking at those who challenge him, most are people like Cheong Yeon-geom.

 

“Is it really true that just being at the bottom is enough, as the rumors say?”

“What more should I hope for? Are you going to add ten thousand gold on top?”

“Hmm. Living like this, I have no money.”

“Then you’ll have to pay with your body.”

“Haha. Does it work that way?”

 

What he wants from them is joining.

That’s all.

It was the same method as with Man-am-gun.

 

‘There’s no need to ask for anything else besides this.’

 

So when he makes them join, they all make the same expression as Cheong Yeon-geom.

 

“Are you really okay with not taking money? If I say something, somehow….”

 

As if asking why he doesn’t want more.

When Jung Myeong responds with a smile.

 

“Haha. Did everyone see that? He says I should want money?”

“Kekeke… I knew he’d say that.”

“As expected! I won the bet!”

“Sigh… I lost again.”

 

Laughter erupts from here and there.

They’re all similar people to Cheong Yeon-geom.

Those who aimed for Jung Myeong’s reputation and acted boldly.

Those who expressed anger thinking Evil Sect people dared to invade this place.

People who clashed with Jung Myeong in some way.

Among them, those who were defeated and ended up joining all seemed to be laughing.

They were all cheerful.

 

‘Because they’re that kind of people.’

 

It’s thanks to accepting only those who are like heroes, or at least those who are like proper Martial Artists.

For reference, he didn’t even include cunning people who weren’t like proper Martial Artists.

Therefore, the atmosphere created wasn’t bad.

As time passed and the number of joining Martial Artists increased, the journey became easier too.

 

“How many did you kill today?”

“I got six.”

“I got two.”

“I got three.”

“I got the most today. Ten.”

“That’s over twenty again.”

“That’s about right.”

 

It was because those who cunningly aimed for Ambush and such were dealt with by these people.

Since they moved properly, safety was secured.

 

‘They lack flexibility, but they’re faithful. This must be the characteristic of Orthodox Sect Martial Artists.’

 

Jung Myeong was quite satisfied with this too.

He no longer needed to personally deal with those who still foolishly believed in the fake Jangbo Map and came rushing.

Even if they came all the way to the Barracks where Jung Myeong was staying, it didn’t matter.

He was already fully prepared.

Anyway, as they gradually advanced deeper toward Gosan in Anhui.

 

“Now Gosan Sect is almost within reach.”

“Then are we parting ways?”

“There’s still time left, isn’t there?”

“You have to go to Hangzhou? It’s possible. But it seems like everyone will come at us with Swords.”

“Well, our Poison Demon will take care of that.”

“Shh. He likes it better when you call him Physician Sage?”

“I can hear everything, you know?”

 

They seemed to have enough leisure to engage in casual conversation.

Up until now, that is.

 

“Everyone stop!”

 

Jung Myeong, who had been exchanging jokes, quickly raised his hand.

This was a signal!

Everyone immediately took their positions.

 

 

* * *

 

 

A signal that enemies had appeared.

In response, the Escort Warriors of the Escort Agency took the left side, while Wave Blade positioned himself on the right with the disciples of Hoehwa Sect.

 

“Everyone form battle formation!”

 

The overall picture was quickly drawn.

 

“Everyone do as Physician Sage commands.”

“Cheong Yeon-geom, follow me!”

“Huh?”

“Don’t be confused! Someone of your level should move swiftly. Hurry!”

“Going!”

 

In between, the Martial Artists who had joined late formed a circle.

Including Cheong Yeon-geom and the newly joined Martial Artists.

These were the ones Jung Myeong had carefully selected through battles during his journey to Anhui.

Man-am-gun stood at the very back.

He glanced around and clicked his tongue.

 

‘On the surface it looks chaotic. But inside it’s completely different. Hmm… I knew he had learned formations, but can this actually be applied to people?’

 

Being at the rear, there were things he could see.

Looking at where everyone was positioned, it seemed to lack any pattern.

But within that, a rule created by a grand framework could be glimpsed.

 

“Prepare for battle!”

 

Jung Myeong was at the center of it all.

With him as the axis encompassing the surroundings, the formation was complete.

Individual yet together.

Together yet individual.

 

‘A proper formation indeed…!’

 

Even the experienced Man-am-gun couldn’t help but admire it.

There had been several battles during the journey to Anhui.

 

‘But there were only two group battles. To develop such a method in that time.’

 

Considering that Cheong Yeon-geom had just joined, it was an even more chilling formation.

Even though such a formation had been created.

 

‘I must tighten the reins of tension.’

 

Jung Myeong did not let his guard down.

Geugeugeugeueung-

Presences felt from outside.

The spectacle of energies extending between them was tremendous.

The energy waves themselves were different from those they had faced before!

 

‘With energy unified into one, yet with such power. Where on earth did they come from?’

 

If he were alone, it would have been better to retreat.

For those with such power to come after hearing false rumors about Jangbo Map.

How strange.

 

‘Are these the ones trying to block Jeonjin? I’ll be able to learn their identity faster than expected.’

 

Nevertheless, he endured.

Fiercely until the very end.

He didn’t just stand still either.

 

“Advance!”

“Yes!”

 

They moved forward.

One step. One step.

 

“Ugh…”

 

Gradually, groans began to emerge.

It started with the Wandering Warriors.

Those who couldn’t control their own energy were the first to fail at withstanding the pressure.

What was surprising were the people of Baekyang Escort Agency.

Excluding the Escort Warriors recruited from outside, the people of the Baekyang Escort Agency family were enduring this surprisingly well.

 

‘Could it be?’

 

Just as he was about to guess who the external figures were.

Geugeugeugeueung-

The opponents also approached rapidly toward them with their power gathered.

In disciplined movement with even sound quietly suppressed, those who revealed themselves.

On their shoulders was only one type of insignia.

 

“Namgung!”

 

Namgung Family. The master of Anhui Province had arrived before Jung Myeong’s eyes.

It was the moment of mutual confrontation.

 

 

* * *

 

 

The Namgung Family, which had existed since before Murim was called Murim!

The family clan that had achieved great merit in defeating the Demon Sect and Blood Cult decades ago.

Led by the Sword King, renowned for his sword mastery, the Namgung Family that was said to be aiming for the next alliance leadership position now sat before Jung Myeong.

The power of this prestigious family that had firmly established its name throughout thousands of years of Murim history was truly remarkable.

 

‘I knew I would face them someday.’

 

For him too, this was his first encounter with the Namgung Family.

Having risen to the Super Peak Level, there were things he could now see.

 

‘They’re strong. Now that I face them directly, I understand. These are true Martial Artists.’

 

These people are real. Each and every one of them is stronger than the renowned Martial Artists of Hangzhou.

Such individuals had gathered as a group, clearing a path toward the one positioned at their center.

A dignified and graceful person.

That person walked proudly and came before Jung Myeong.

He offered a cupped fist salute, but his head remained upright and confident.

 

“Heon-ang Sword of the Namgung Family welcomes the Poison Demon Physician as a guest representing Anhui!”

 

Representative of Anhui. He took pride in that.

Was it arrogance? It was not.

These were people qualified to make such statements.

 

“I express my gratitude for the warm welcome.”

“Haha. I’m very pleased to meet the Poison Demon Physician, whose reputation has been resounding lately. I will do my best to welcome you as a guest.”

 

Such a person called him a guest.

A guest who had entered Anhui. He who came from Hangzhou could only be a visitor.

Should he regret not being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with such people?

If he had entered Anhui and established himself here, he would have become friends with them, so should he feel sorry for not doing so?

Should he think it would be better to be called only Physician Sage rather than Poison Demon?

No, Jung Myeong wouldn’t do that.

He wasn’t one to regret having established roots in Hangzhou at this point.

He had long since abandoned such idle thoughts when he reached the Super Peak Level.

However.

 

‘Regrettable. Too regrettable.’

 

There was one regret that even he found difficult to abandon in the end.

For some reason. At least in this moment, it was so.

 

‘Am I also a Martial Artist?’

 

According to their agreement, what he should do here was introduce Deputy Agency Head Namgung Yeon, who had come with him to this place.

But he couldn’t do that.

Fighting spirit boiled up within him.

 

‘If it’s this person…’

 

Not someone else, but if it’s this person.

If it’s this person from the Namgung Family who claims to be the master of Anhui, he might accept it—this intuition swept over him.

Evidence? There was none.

It was just intuition, but he asked without hesitation.

 

“Since this is our first meeting, must it end with me being just a guest?”

“Haha. To become kindred spirits, don’t we need shared experiences?”

“Then wouldn’t it be fine if we create those experiences?”

“If we take time from now on, we could do so.”

 

Jung Myeong looked directly at him.

Heon-ang Sword Namgung Cheol.

As a Martial Artist, there was no way he couldn’t read the spirited gaze filled with deep intention.

 

“Having wandered as a Gangho Physician, perhaps my nature is impatient, but that feels too slow.”

“Hahaha. Too slow? Interesting. Then, is there a faster method?”

 

Was it a refusal?

It couldn’t be.

If he backed down in such a situation, he wouldn’t be a Martial Artist.

Before being a person of the Namgung Family, this person was also a Martial Artist.

 

“If there is one, I shall follow it. Please tell me.”

 

Heon-ang Sword accepted the challenge.

As expected!

 

“Isn’t there one best method for Martial Artists to share kinship?”

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