I Decided to Give the Contract to the Male Vassal - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61

 

Chung-rin’s complexion turned pale.

 

She had no choice but to be flustered. Talking about this was practically violating her contract with Wicheonso.

 

“That… I cannot answer.”

 

Chung-rin evaded with vague words.

 

It was an answer that was practically an affirmation.

 

Yeo Gyeong-o let out a small sigh.

 

He felt complicated seeing Chung-rin’s nature of not outright lying.

 

It was certain that she had shown him all the cards she could reveal.

 

“But your internal energy seems to have recovered recently. How did you do it?”

 

“I removed some of the needles in my body.”

 

“There are still needles remaining.”

 

“The Head of the Clan didn’t want Seolsan Jeokga’s martial arts to spread outside, so he sealed my martial power. But he left room for recovery, so I was recently able to remove the needles. Though seven still remain.”

 

“I understand that your words are not false.”

 

Perhaps because he had directly confirmed even the wager, Yeo Gyeong-o seemed to believe her words.

 

“Relationships formed through revenge don’t last long. Still, if our purposes align, cooperation should be possible.”

 

Yeo Gyeong-o gazed at Chung-rin as if reaching a conclusion. It was a gaze that cut into the skin like the wind of Cheonsan.

 

“I’ll believe your words about avenging Chung-rin. That doesn’t mean I won’t be watching you.”

 

“I know.”

 

“And even if you are Chung-rin’s successor, this place, the Heavenly Sect, won’t be easy on you.”

 

“I know that as well.”

 

Since these were words from Yeo Gyeong-o, who had endured in the Heavenly Sect for over 10 years, Chung-rin readily accepted his advice.

 

In fact, the information she had obtained during her Sangteon-dang days was from 10 years ago.

 

Even adding the information Yeo Gyeong-o knew to this, there would still be many insufficient points.

 

However, for her this was only the beginning, and compared to when they met at Bukhangnyo, their relationship had developed one step further.

 

“As promised, I will help with your revenge. For this purpose as well, I hope you’ll support the Third Prince when I need it.”

 

The moment Chung-rin mentioned revenge, Yeo Gyeong-o’s eyes sharpened even more.

 

Revenge was the reason he lived in Cheonsan.

 

“Do you mean I can only get my revenge by supporting the Third Prince?”

 

“Yes. Your enemy seems to be related to the Second Prince, Hwa Yumyeong.”

 

Yeo Gyeong-o felt his blood run cold.

 

Second Prince Hwa Yumyeong.

 

He was from Maryeonghwaga, one of the Seven Great Families, and his wife was also from Nohwase, another of the Seven Great Families, making him pure-blooded Cheonsan.

 

The Second Prince, being from a prestigious family and even a direct disciple of the Leader, was an undoubted candidate for the next sect leader.

 

If he became the sect leader, it would be no different from opening the era of Maryeonghwaga in the Heavenly Sect.

 

“Maryeonghwaga is a family with tremendous power even within Cheonsan. But if the central axis called the Second Prince collapses, investigating them will become much easier.”

 

Since becoming the Leader of Chomunhang, Yeo Gyeong-o had been investigating Maryeonghwaga.

 

However, their movements were secretive, and even when he sent spies, they disappeared without a trace.

 

Investigations into Maryeonghwaga always hit a wall.

 

“Do you really believe you can bring down the two pillars of the First Prince and Second Prince and make the Third Prince the leader?”

 

“I can do it. For that, I need your power.”

 

Her eyes were clear without a hint of doubt.

 

She strangely overlapped with Chung-rin, who used to advise him.

 

Why was that?

 

The two were completely different in height, hair color, eyes, origin, and even past.

 

Unlike Chung-rin, who had confidence based on his own achievements and abilities, Chung-rin had nothing.

 

It was simply curious that he could see Chung-rin in Chung-rin, who was pale, weak, and incomplete as if she hadn’t seen sunlight for a long time.

 

“What I want from you is three pieces of information.”

 

Chung-rin held up three fingers.

 

“First. I need detailed information about Wicheonso and those around him. What he’s been doing since when, and all information about those around him, including Jinwongyeom from Yulmunbang.”

 

What Chung-rin knew about the Third Prince was entirely what she had obtained from Yeo Gyeong-o.

 

She judged that only by understanding Wicheonso in more detail and moving accordingly could she gain trust from him and his close associates.

 

“Detailed information about the Third Prince… I couldn’t figure out what kind of life he lived before coming to Cheonsan, but I’ll mobilize all my information networks to find out again.”

 

“Second is everything about the First Prince and Second Prince. What I know is information from too long ago.”

 

Chung-rin only knew the information she had obtained during her Sangteon-dang days and a rough outline of the current political situation.

 

In the meantime, the close associates of the First Prince and Second Prince had changed, and each had married.

 

Ten years was enough time for mountains and rivers to change, so she needed to know what had changed over the past 10 years.

 

“Information about the Seven Great Families, especially the origins of Hyeoncheonggungju and Hwaumgungju, is important. Tell me everything about their activities over the past 10 years.”

 

“I’ll organize and send it to you. But for families like Maryeonghwaga where information is hard to obtain, there will be insufficient parts. Also, I’ll definitely receive proper compensation for the information.”

 

Yeo Gyeong-o answered curtly, but he would thoroughly keep his promise.

 

“I’ll compensate for information with information. And third, find Chung-rin’s disciple.”

 

“Chung-rin had a disciple?”

 

Yeo Gyeong-o’s brow furrowed slightly.

 

“Chung-rin said he took a child called ‘Sobaek’ as his disciple after becoming a martial arts cripple. He lost his disciple to an assassin from the Heavenly Alliance, so could you find out about this? I’d like you to find even remains or a grave.”

 

“A disciple…”

 

“Sobaek was sixteen at the time. If he were alive, he would be twenty-six by now.”

 

Twenty-six.

 

An age Baekah could never reach.

 

Perhaps in the process of investigation, Yeo Gyeong-o might notice that Chung-rin had died together with Baekah.

 

But even if she became suspected by him, Chung-rin wanted to find traces of Baekah. Only then could she at least make a grave for him.

 

Yeo Gyeong-o also seemed deep in thought, looking down toward the village side of Cheonsan.

 

Before they knew it, the direction of the wind blowing between the pavilions had changed. The time when the formation would change was approaching.

 

“Then shall we head back?”

 

It was when Chung-rin was about to take a step.

 

Yeo Gyeong-o took out a fan from his waist and waved it, causing a faint blue energy to coil like a thread over Chung-rin’s left wrist and flow inward.

 

No marks remained on her skin, but something like a faint pattern could be seen seeping along the flow of internal energy.

 

Soon that trace disappeared as if melting in the wind, but the strange energy remained deep in her meridians.

 

“This is Chomunhang’s seal that can only be used for five days. It’s used for sending signals. If you tap twice like this, I’ll know immediately, so call me when you’re in danger.”

 

When Yeo Gyeong-o tapped Chung-rin’s arm, the faint pattern scattered over her skin.

 

Yeo Gyeong-o seemed to receive signals sent by Chung-rin through the vibrations of those line patterns.

 

“You mean you’ll protect me while I’m in Cheonyanggung? There must be those targeting me.”

 

“The Third Prince has many enemies.”

 

Wicheonso had been working hard to eliminate apostates until recently. So there would be many who considered him an enemy.

 

Chung-rin, who married him, would certainly also be a target for elimination.

 

“One more piece of advice: your internal power isn’t complete right now, so it would be good to recover as much as possible. Otherwise, you won’t be able to perform the Cheonmu Festival.”

 

Yeo Gyeong-o said something with unclear meaning.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Even if I don’t explain, you’ll find out soon enough, but…”

 

Yeo Gyeong-o added bitterly.

 

“At the Cheonmu Festival, you will become a sacrifice for the sacred fire.”

 

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Mahu, the master of Eunyangung, had her time frozen like ice 33 years ago.

 

Gwon Yun, the only son of Leader Gwon Museong and Mahu, and the sect leader of the Heavenly Sect most respected by the disciples.

 

He went missing after a fierce battle with the Heavenly Alliance.

 

With hope that he might still be alive, she firmly maintained her position.

 

However, three years later, he returned as a cold corpse.

 

The one who killed him was the former leader of the Heavenly Alliance.

 

Leader Gwon Museong declared war against the Heavenly Alliance, vowing to take revenge with the blood of the Alliance leader.

 

If the Evil Path coalition hadn’t formed an alliance with the Heavenly Alliance at that time, revenge would have been achieved much sooner.

 

In the meantime, Mahu was consumed by loss, grief, and terrible longing.

 

For a few years, she tried to fulfill her responsibilities as Mahu of the Heavenly Sect, but even that eventually lost its meaning.

 

Gwon Museong finally took the life of the former Heavenly Tiger Alliance leader, completing his revenge, but Mahu’s frozen heart never stirred again.

 

She was living in a faded past.

 

“Mahu, the sunlight is warm today. Shall we take a brief walk?”

 

Her powerless body felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and her eyes never regained focus.

 

Mahu lived like a living corpse in a coffin, waiting for death.

 

Without her devoted attendants, Lady Molyeon and the maids who cared for her with utmost devotion, she might have died long ago.

 

Even for her, there was one time of day when her spirit somewhat recovered—it was noon.

 

It was the time she practiced the Silver Moon Technique.

 

Just then, silver mist began to rise from her fingertips. The mist spread like moonlight, covering the training hall. It was the Silver Moon Technique.

 

A yin technique that controlled only the inner flow. She had endured for 33 years, cultivating her martial arts.

 

But the moment she saw the small box that Lady Molyeon brought, the mist stopped.

 

“What is that?”

 

Clarity returned to her dim eyes.

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