My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 126

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126.

Seol Mantong snapped his fingers.

“That’s a good idea. We could use that to devour the Murim later.”

Since Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Changho didn’t scold him, it seemed they had similar thoughts to Seol Mantong.

“That doesn’t seem quite right…”

Seol Changho cut off Seol Mujin’s words.

“Of course we should think about conquering the Murim.”

“Right! It would be fun if brother could control the Murim as he pleased.”

Not wanting to crush the Triplets’ sparkling-eyed imagination, Seol Mujin vaguely brushed it off with “That’s something for the distant future.”

But in his heart, he thought such a thing would never happen.

Seol Changho asked.

“Are we going to stop by Tianjin where the Myeoncheonhoe is?”

“We’ll have to go eventually, but not now. We need to do groundwork with the sects allied with Myeoncheonhoe first. Let’s go to Wuhan and release Wang Cheongyeong first.”

Wang Cheongyeong was in Bang Goyang’s hands.

He had planned to decide Wang Cheongyeong’s fate after meeting with Hwangcheonseong, but since Hwangcheonseong had sworn loyalty, he was thinking of entrusting Myeoncheonhoe to Wang Cheongyeong for the time being.

That night, Seol Mujin said farewell to everyone at Hwa Seonhwa’s house.

Especially with Ju Cheonmyeong, there was so much to talk about that they stayed together until almost dawn.

And the next morning, he left Beijing with Hwa Seonhwa’s tearful farewell.

***

Seol Mujin handed Wang Cheongyeong the letter written by Hwangcheonseong.

“Teacher is alright, isn’t he?”

“As long as he doesn’t harbor other thoughts, he’s fine now and will be fine in the future.”

Wang Cheongyeong, who had been completely tense, went limp and let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness.”

If nothing else, the bond between master and disciple Hwangcheonseong and Wang Cheongyeong seemed deeper than most father-son relationships.

After reading the letter, Wang Cheongyeong asked.

“It says to follow Inspector Seol’s orders. What should I do?”

“Like you’ve been doing, lead Myeoncheonhoe and recruit as many Martial Artists as possible from the Murim. Preferably masters.”

“Regardless of orthodox or unorthodox?”

“I heard orthodox sects are hard to win over.”

“That’s true. The unorthodox side is easier to move with money.”

Seol Mujin told him about the future plans he had discussed with the Triplets.

“I’m thinking of creating a Murim sect. Gathering people from here and there to make one sect isn’t easy, but show me what you can do.”

Since he had established Myeoncheonhoe from nothing, he might be able to create something decent.

Wang Cheongyeong unexpectedly showed a confident expression.

“I’ll do my best.”

There are people who unexpectedly solve easily what others find difficult.

Perhaps Wang Cheongyeong had such talent in creating and organizing sects.

The Triplets watched Wang Cheongyeong leave and said.

“Don’t we need to keep an eye on that guy?”

“We don’t have the manpower to monitor him anyway.”

Seol Changho pointed with his thumb toward the office where Bang Goyang was and said.

“We can use the Beggar Sect beggars.”

“Wang Cheongyeong doesn’t seem like he’ll betray us. If that happens, we’ll deal with it then.”

Seol Mujin entered the office where Bang Goyang was.

Bang Goyang had documents piled high on his desk and was absorbed in something.

As Seol Mujin entered the office, Bang Goyang asked.

“Did Wang Cheongyeong leave?”

“Yes. You look busy? Many assassination requests, I suppose?”

“That would be good. At least it brings money. This is Beggar Sect business.”

Bang Goyang put down his brush and let out a long sigh.

“Children are going missing throughout the Central Plains. It was quiet for a while, but this mess is happening again.”

“Missing children isn’t that uncommon, is it?”

There was steady demand for young children for various reasons, so the reality was that many made human trafficking their business.

Since the government showed little interest in abandoned children disappearing, human trafficking was bound to flourish.

“It’s disgustingly common for children to go missing, but this time it’s much more than usual. Even children of common people are disappearing frequently.”

Human traffickers also avoided government intervention, so they usually only kidnapped abandoned children.

“In Hubei Province alone, there have been over a hundred missing person reports this month. It’s the first time in twenty years that children between four and eight years old have disappeared in such numbers in such a short period.”

“Something like this happened twenty years ago too?”

“It was quite a commotion back then too, but it fizzled out because the government didn’t actively intervene in powerless commoners’ affairs, and the orthodox Murim sects gave up after pursuing it for a while.”

Bang Goyang muttered, “It seems like the culprits are moving in an organized manner.”

Seol Changho tugged at Seol Mujin’s sleeve and gestured for them to go outside.

Seol Mujin left the office after telling Bang Goyang, “I won’t disturb you.”

Seol Changho, who had come down from the main hall to the courtyard, said.

“This seems like the Day of Sowing.”

Seol Ryeoseon picked up on Seol Changho’s words.

“Twenty years is about right.”

Seol Mujin asked.

“What’s the Day of Sowing?”

“It’s when the Demonic Cult kidnaps children from the Central Plains.”

“Why do they kidnap children?”

“To raise them as the Demonic Cult’s weapons. Actually, we were also captured and raised by the Demonic Cult that way.”

“You’re saying you were kidnapped?”

“How else would the Demonic Cult in the remote Hundred Thousand Great Mountains maintain its power? It’s almost impossible with existing personnel. So they kidnap children and raise them as Demonic Cult warriors. We thought they only picked up abandoned children until now, but we didn’t know they kidnapped commoners’ children too.”

“Right. We were in the Demonic Cult for so long but never involved in the Day of Sowing.”

Seol Mujin said.

“Even though the Cult Leader has fallen into Qi Deviation, the Demonic Cult operates like before? Then who’s running the Demonic Cult?”

“The Demonic Cult doesn’t collapse just because there’s no Cult Leader. There are Protectors and Elders.”

Seol Mujin asked.

“Is it really true that the Cult Leader fell into Qi Deviation? It’s not easy for a Murim master to fall into Qi Deviation. Moreover, if he’s the Demonic Cult Leader, he wouldn’t be an ordinary master.”

The Triplets nodded up and down.

“That’s true. But isn’t it stranger that he doesn’t appear despite such rumors spreading?”

“That’s also true. Is it really Qi Deviation?”

Seol Ryeoseon, who had been thinking deeply, said.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“What’s that?”

“We go to the Demonic Cult.”

“What? No! That’s too dangerous!”

Seol Mujin jumped up, but Seol Changho and Seol Mantong agreed with Seol Ryeoseon’s idea.

“Ryeoseon is right. We need to go to the Demonic Cult and find out.”

“Is there really a need to do that?”

Seol Mantong said.

“If the Cult Leader isn’t in Qi Deviation, that’s fine. He’ll live long. But if it is Qi Deviation, who knows how much time is left. We need to crack that bastard’s head with our own hands, but if he just dies…”

Seol Mantong shuddered as if he didn’t want to think about it, then concluded with “Even if we kill him, it has to be with our own hands.”

To Seol Mujin, who had a very heavy expression, Seol Ryeoseon said.

“Brother, don’t worry. Would we lose to those Demonic Cult bastards?”

“Even if I try to stop you, you’ll go anyway, won’t you?”

“There’s no better opportunity for secret infiltration than this. If they wander around dressed like beggars, the Demonic Cult bastards will capture them.”

It was a perfect plan since they wouldn’t need to risk a dangerous infiltration.

“I believe you’ll do well too. So I won’t oppose it anymore, but promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“Don’t try to kill the Cult Leader.”

“But…”

Seol Mujin stopped Seol Mantong’s words.

“That would be the most dangerous thing to do if you go to the Demonic Cult.”

“That’s true.”

“I want you to face the most difficult challenges together with me. We’re family, aren’t we.”

The Triplets had no choice but to nod because of the heartwarming feeling that the two characters ‘family’ brought to their hearts.

Beings who protect each other – that is family.

“Alright.”

“It would be even better if you don’t go.”

Seol Mujin cast his fishing line one last time, but the Triplets passed by the hook with the firm resolve of ‘We’re going!’

In any case, the Triplets’ journey to the Demonic Cult was suddenly decided.

Of course, having the will doesn’t mean they could actually go to the Demonic Cult.

Even getting captured by the Triplets would require some luck.

From the next day, the Triplets dressed in shabby clothes wandered the quiet streets of Wuhan.

Since they deliberately didn’t eat, they looked like real beggars in less than two days.

When they trudged back to the house Bang Goyang had temporarily prepared, Seol Mujin greeted them with a welcoming face.

“Are you hungry? Come eat!”

Seol Mujin was thinking it was fortunate that the Triplets hadn’t been kidnapped.

“Brother, you look happy.”

“Of course.”

If they weren’t kidnapped, the Triplets wouldn’t have to go to the Demonic Cult.

“Come eat. I bought lots of things you like.”

The smell of food wafting from inside the room was already vibrating throughout the courtyard.

Seol Mantong was unconsciously about to head to the room when Seol Ryeoseon grabbed the back of his neck.

“We need to starve.”

“Is that really necessary? It’s not like the Demonic Cult bastards don’t capture fat kids…”

“Chubby beggar children would be strange.”

Seol Changho said.

“Three more days. If we’re not kidnapped by then, we’ll give up too. So brother, hurry back to Jinan. You have lots to do.”

But Seol Mujin firmly shook his head.

“How can I go alone leaving only you here.”

“We said we’d go if we’re not kidnapped within three days. What do you think we are, children?”

“Yes. You are children.”

“Oh my, how frustrating!”

Seol Changho beat his chest, but he didn’t dislike Seol Mujin’s affection.

Seol Mujin again offered the Triplets a meal as they entered the room, but he couldn’t break their firm resolve.

“Such stubborn ones!”

If what the Triplets wanted from the Demonic Cult was only to check on the Cult Leader’s well-being, they might not have been so stubborn.

But there was a more important reason for the Triplets’ journey to the Demonic Cult.

The Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

They had to go to the Demonic Cult within a year anyway to obtain the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

Without the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, Seol Mujin would soon face a stagnation period in his martial arts.

Martial arts stagnation sometimes visits certain people harshly.

This is especially true for those called geniuses.

Frustration never experienced before sometimes even destroys one’s self-esteem.

All of the Triplets had struggled through such stagnation periods.

If they hadn’t overcome the stagnation that came once or twice, the Triplets would never have earned the name of the world’s greatest masters.

Having seen too many people who stumbled over that stagnation and couldn’t get back up, they hoped Seol Mujin wouldn’t fall into that painful swamp of suffering.

That’s why the Heavenly Demon Divine Art was desperately needed.

‘We must be kidnapped tomorrow!’

***

That day too, Seol Mujin bought food the Triplets liked from the restaurant and returned home.

Though there was a high possibility they wouldn’t eat it, preparing it still put Seol Mujin’s mind at ease.

“Where could the kids be right now?”

Thinking of the Triplets who would be wandering somewhere in Wuhan without direction, his nose bridge naturally stung.

If he hadn’t promised not to follow them, he would have chased after them all day.

“They’re late today.”

The sun set.

Night dew fell.

And dawn came.

The Triplets didn’t return that day.

The rock of worry pressed down on Seol Mujin, making it hard to even breathe.

Before dawn broke, Seol Mujin left the house and frantically wandered around Wuhan.

He searched everywhere, hoping the Triplets might be under some eaves or beneath a bridge.

But in the end, the Triplets didn’t catch Seol Mujin’s eye and didn’t return home until the next evening.

The Triplets’ words ‘If we don’t come back, assume we’ve been kidnapped’ echoed in his mind.

“Do you know where the Demonic Cult’s stronghold is?”

Seol Mujin went to find Bang Goyang and asked.

“I don’t know exactly, but they say it’s somewhere in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. But I don’t see your siblings.”

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