My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 125

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125.

“It’s already in the past… Argh―!”

Seeing the girl wrapping her arms around Mantong’s neck, Hwangcheonseong had no choice but to believe they were the Samtaesang.

“So you really were the Samtaesang.”

Hwangcheonseong suddenly burst into tears.

Like clearing away the stones that had blocked a waterfall, the tears flowed out.

So the ones who were flustered were the Triplets.

“Kid, why are you crying?”

“Sob sob! That’s right. Sob sob! Why am I crying? Sniff! Probably from joy. Sob sob!”

“What do you have to be happy about?”

“Fellow sufferers… perhaps? Sob sob!”

It wasn’t wrong since both they and Hwangcheonseong had been betrayed by the Demonic Cult.

So the Triplets waited for Hwangcheonseong to stop crying.

After crying his heart out for half an hour, Hwangcheonseong let out a long breath and stopped weeping.

“If I had known you three were the Samtaesang, I would have sought you out long ago. Ah! You don’t still have any affection for the Demonic Cult, do you?”

Seol Mantong answered.

“I don’t know about affection for the Demonic Cult, but we definitely need to crack that Cult Leader bastard’s head with our own hands.”

“The Cult Leader has qi deviation…”

“We heard about that from your disciple.”

“Ah! By the way, Cheon-yeong is…?”

He asked thinking he would be dead.

The Samtaesang would never spare someone who had tried to harm them.

“He’s still alive for now.”

“What? Is that really true?”

“You’re still alive too, aren’t you?”

“That’s right. Why are you still keeping me alive?”

“Let’s just say it’s because we pity you.”

“You don’t seem like the Samtaesang. Those demons couldn’t possibly have compassion… Ugh!”

The back of his head hurt like hell from the blow because his blood flow had been restored.

“This bastard talks carelessly just because we’re sparing him.”

Seol Changho stopped Seol Mantong saying ‘Don’t hit the kid,’ then asked Hwangcheonseong.

“There’s one thing you want to ask right now. What do you want to do most?”

Hwangcheonseong answered without a moment’s hesitation.

“Revenge against the Demonic Cult. If I can just get revenge, I’d have no regrets even if I died.”

“Not the First Prince becoming emperor?”

“The First Prince is just a tool for revenge. If I can just get revenge, I wouldn’t care if silk merchant Wang became emperor.”

“Then you’d be fine with the Third Prince becoming emperor too?”

“Of course.”

“You could lend your strength too.”

“Of course… What?”

“You’re the Gang Leader of Myeoncheonhoe. And if you help us, we could probably absorb some of the First Prince’s forces too. Right?”

Hwangcheonseong quickly turned his mind.

Side with the Third Prince?

Since he was such a clear enemy, he had never even considered helping the Third Prince.

If he were to help, what would be the Third Prince’s chances of becoming emperor?

The reason no clear thought came to mind was because he lacked too much information.

Still, one thing was certain.

Higher than the First Prince.

Hwangcheonseong asked.

“Are you really on the Third Prince’s side, Samtaesang?”

“No.”

“What?”

“We’re on big brother’s side.”

“Big brother… you mean Seol Podoo?”

“That’s right.”

“Then if Seol Podoo sides with other imperial relatives…?”

“We’d go that way too.”

“Um… you don’t really, truly, genuinely think of Seol Podoo as a brother or big brother, do you?”

“I know what you’re thinking, but big brother is our real family. So don’t harbor any doubts about that.”

He could feel an unwavering will that could never be false.

“Now answer. Will you stand with us or not?”

In fact, the answer was practically decided.

“Understood. I will stake my life to help the Samtaesang.”

“Then you’ll need to prove your promise, won’t you?”

“How do you mean?”

“Kill the First Prince.”

“What? You want me to kill the First Prince?”

“You could do it easily, couldn’t you?”

“How could I easily kill the First Prince?”

“Just cut off the Heavenly General Powder, right?”

“The First Princess won’t let that happen. That woman is completely insane. She even sent assassins after the Third Prince.”

“What? When are the assassins going?”

“Didn’t you know? They already sent them and failed, I heard.”

Seol Ryeoseon chuckled.

“Well, they couldn’t succeed with that monk protecting him.”

“A monk?”

“You’ll naturally find out later. If such things happened, there are more than enough reasons for the First Prince to die.”

Hwangcheonseong felt bitter.

“What sin does the First Prince have when he’s not even in his right mind? It’s the fault of the power-mad First Princess and her father.”

“Those people are like kites with cut strings once the First Prince dies. Punishing them won’t be difficult.”

“That’s true. But we can’t kill the First Prince right away.”

“Why?”

“We need to absorb the forces the First Prince has.”

Seol Mantong patted Hwangcheonseong’s head.

“Kid, you use your brain a bit. Do you have a complete grasp of those who sided with the First Prince?”

“Of course. I’ll give you Myeoncheonhoe as well.”

It was an organization created to bring down the Demonic Cult.

If it could serve as kindling to burn down the Demonic Cult, he could gladly offer it.

“Are there any useful guys in Myeoncheonhoe?”

“They probably won’t meet the Samtaesang’s standards, but there are several we can use and discard. There are also several minor sects allied with Myeoncheonhoe.”

“You mean trash like Seungho Gate, Mueun-pa, Saho-mun?”

“You knew about them. There are about two more besides those.”

“One or two of them might disappear by our hands.”

“It doesn’t matter. They can’t even be called part of Myeoncheonhoe anyway. They’re just alliances of necessity.”

“How did you draw them in?”

“Medicine and money.”

“Where do you get money from?”

“The First Prince has more than enough, doesn’t he?”

Seol Ryeoseon nodded with an ‘Aha!’

“We can discuss the details when we meet this evening.”

“Where should I go?”

“Go home. We’ll come to you.”

“You must know… where my house is.”

Only after leaving the building did Hwangcheonseong realize he had been in a warehouse not far from Dongsungjeong.

After taking about ten steps, he looked around but couldn’t see any trace of Samtaesang.

Only after passing through Omun did Hwangcheonseong truly feel that he had escaped after having one foot in the underworld.

Perhaps he was the only person to survive after making an enemy of Samtaesang?

Though he had overcome the crisis of death, this could actually be a blessing in disguise.

With Samtaesang as an ally, it would be worth giving his all to help the Third Prince reach the throne.

***

After saying ‘Of course it’s fine,’ Ju Cheonmyeong’s face showed a trust that hadn’t been visible before as he looked at Hwang Unhwa.

“Since you were with me until late last night, the assassins must have attacked at dawn.”

“That’s right.”

“With Hwang Daehaep’s martial arts, you must have captured the assassins?”

“I did, but they won’t open their mouths. I even used torturers.”

“The one who sent the assassins is the First Prince’s side.”

Ju Cheonmyeong wasn’t surprised.

“I expected as much. But how did you find that out?”

Seol Mujin told him about his conversation with the royal physician Hwangcheonseong.

“Interesting. To think they’d do such things to bring down the Demonic Cult. So what did you do with that physician?”

“I’m planning to visit him this evening.”

“You just let him go?”

“He’s quite useful. Before that, there’s something I want to ask.”

“Why is your expression so stiff?”

“It’s about the First Prince.”

A heavy shadow also fell across Ju Cheonmyeong’s face.

“I know what you’re trying to say.”

Seol Mujin waited in silence for Ju Cheonmyeong’s next words.

When the silence that engulfed them rose to their throats, Ju Cheonmyeong’s mouth opened.

“If necessary, it must be done.”

Ju Cheonmyeong muttered at the end, ‘I’ll need some alcohol today.’

Seol Mujin said.

“Then I’ll find out who’s on the First Prince’s side.”

“You’re thinking of absorbing them?”

“Wouldn’t that be best?”

“Can you do it?”

“That depends on Your Highness.”

“I’ll handle the officials, so you can take responsibility for the martial world.”

“Then let’s do that. I’ll inform you tomorrow.”

“You said you’re meeting the physician this evening? Let me know over drinks tonight.”

“You want to discuss this important matter at a pleasure house?”

“We’re just drinking, and the pleasure house is just a location.”

“Come to my parents’ house. It’s not something to discuss with courtesans present anyway, we just need alcohol.”

“But there’s such a thing as atmosphere…”

“I’ll see you at my parents’ house.”

***

Hwangcheonseong handed well-organized documents to Seol Mujin.

“I’ve divided the First Prince’s forces into administrative and martial world sections. The administrative part is separated into central and regional, and I’ve organized the martial world into orthodox and unorthodox sects separately.”

“You’ve organized this well.”

Hwangcheonseong glanced at the Triplets sitting closely beside Seol Mujin and asked.

“You do know who those three are, right?”

The Triplets sent him looks that said ‘That bastard!’ which made him flinch.

“They’re my siblings.”

“No, not that…”

“That my siblings were the Samtaesang of the Demonic Cult? So what?”

At Seol Mujin’s truly nonchalant expression, Hwangcheonseong quietly backed down saying ‘Never mind.’

“When should I stop giving medicine to the First Prince?”

“The Third Prince’s side will contact you. Until then, don’t show it and continue pretending to help the First Prince.”

The proper order was to proceed after thoroughly completing the groundwork.

“Understood.”

“I see here that Myeoncheonhoe’s main headquarters is in Tianjin?”

“It needs to be close to Beijing for easier management.”

“With both the Gang Leader and Vice Gang Leader away from the organization, who’s currently managing it?”

“Someone called Won Heedu, well known in the martial world by the alias Eight Forms Fist. He’s a figure between orthodox and unorthodox, serving as Myeoncheonhoe’s general manager.”

Seol Mujin chuckled while looking at the Myeoncheonhoe members.

“There are only three people from orthodox sects.”

Hwangcheonseong scratched his head.

“Even they are only orthodox by origin, you can’t really call them orthodox. Orthodox sect people are hard to recruit with money because of their pride.”

“Then I should consider all fifty or so people here as unorthodox or between orthodox and unorthodox.”

“That’s right.”

Seol Mujin pondered Myeoncheonhoe’s usefulness but couldn’t find a suitable answer immediately.

“Understood.”

When Seol Mujin stood up, Hwangcheonseong asked urgently.

“Is that it? I don’t have anything particular to do?”

“From now on, cooperate closely with the Third Prince. Do you have anything special to say?”

“What happens to the First Princess?”

“After the First Prince dies, won’t things flow naturally?”

“I see.”

“Royal Physician Hwang will be safe and continue to remain in the Imperial Palace maintaining his physician title, so don’t worry.”

Having Hwangcheonseong as a physician would surely be useful somewhere.

After repeatedly reassuring Hwangcheonseong, Seol Mujin left the house and headed to the inn where he was staying.

On the way to the inn, Seol Changho asked.

“Brother, how about establishing a sect in the martial world with this opportunity?”

“Establish a sect?”

“We might fight the Demonic Cult, so we can’t just rely on the Third Prince. We need to consider the situation where the Third Prince might not become emperor.”

Seol Ryeoseon also agreed with Seol Changho.

“Changho’s right. We need to consider the Third Prince’s failure, and even if the Third Prince becomes emperor, you need to establish your position in the martial world, brother.”

“I don’t particularly want to become a martial artist.”

“You didn’t become Podoo because you wanted to either. Same with Geumeuiwi. So the more escape routes, the better.”

Seol Mujin also agreed that one should always prepare for the worst case.

“You mean I should bring Myeoncheonhoe into the light?”

“If we absorb even the minor sects allied with Myeoncheonhoe, we could create quite a large force, don’t you think?”

“But there are no orthodox sect people.”

“Does it need to be orthodox? For martial world activities, unorthodox might be better.”

“You want me to become the sect leader of an unorthodox sect?”

Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Changho shook their heads simultaneously.

“No. We should set up some plausible guy as the sect leader and have you control things from behind the scenes, brother.”

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