My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 129

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129.

“I, I am the Magistrate! The Magistrate!”

His voice was loud, but there was no sense of authority at all.

With such a frightened face, there was no way he could have any intimidating presence.

Seol Mujin spoke in a low voice.

“You’ve probably lived getting most of what you wanted until now. Not too difficult, I’d say. But Jinan isn’t that kind of place. One wrong step and your life hangs in the balance. And you’ve already made that wrong step. Now let’s see what happens.”

Seol Mujin grabbed Baek Sejin by the scruff of his neck and dragged him along.

It was a waste of time to argue with such a person.

“You bastard! Do you know who my father is!”

“Not interested.”

“He studied alongside the Minister of the Left! They’re the closest of friends!”

The four characters ‘Minister of the Left’ made Seol Mujin stop.

Misunderstanding Seol Mujin’s reaction, Baek Sejin shouted triumphantly.

“Now you know who you’ve messed with, don’t you? You bastard! You’re a dead man! Even now…!”

“How close are they?”

“Huh?”

“How close are your father and the Minister of the Left?”

“They, they can’t live without each other?”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true!”

Looking at Baek Sejin’s expression, they seemed to be close indeed.

‘I think I can use this somehow.’

That didn’t mean he was going to let Baek Sejin go.

No, rather, he had to make him suffer like he was dying.

Seol Mujin dragged Baek Sejin to the prison for all the Government Officials to see.

In the middle, two Government Officials that Baek Sejin had brought attacked, but they were knocked out in one blow and imprisoned together.

The Government Official guarding the prison asked Seol Mujin with a worried face.

“Is it really okay to imprison the Magistrate?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take responsibility.”

As Seol Mujin was leaving the prison, Clerk Yi Bang Donguk came running frantically.

“Seol Podoo! Huff! Huff!”

“Calm down and catch your breath.”

“Did, did you really imprison the Magistrate?”

“Yes. He was someone who deserved a beating.”

“What on earth are you thinking doing this! How are you going to handle the consequences!”

“Bang Ibangg, don’t worry and go investigate Baek Sejin’s corruption.”

“The Magistrate’s corruption?”

“Yes. He must have embezzled a lot not only in Jinan but also in Jojanghyeon where he was before. Gather as much evidence and witnesses as possible.”

“Even if the Magistrate is guilty, you won’t get a pardon. You’re not that naive.”

“Of course. I didn’t capture all the people Baek Sejin brought, so at least one of them will run to Jehyeonganch’alsa-sa.”

“That’s right! We should capture those bastards so they can’t go to Jehyeonganch’alsa-sa!”

“Leave them be. If they don’t go, I’ll have to go there myself, which would be troublesome.”

“Huh?”

“Bang Ibangg, please handle the Magistrate’s duties for the time being. When people come from Jehyeonganch’alsa-sa, let me know.”

“I have no idea what you’re thinking.”

Seol Mujin’s actions made no sense at all.

No matter how capable Seol Mujin was, he couldn’t defeat the nation.

Seol Mujin left the Government Office, leaving only the words ‘Don’t worry.’

In an ordinary Government Office, if a New Magistrate had been imprisoned, it would have been chaos itself, but Jinan was different.

Because Seol Mujin had done all this, it quickly returned to the peace from before the New Magistrate arrived.

Seol Mujin headed home.

It would take some time for people to come from Jehyeonganch’alsa-sa, so he had to resolve Murim matters in the meantime.

Even though it was his own house, Seol Mujin said ‘I’m coming in now!’ in front of the Main Gate before opening it.

Hwangbo Cheonak and Namgung Hyemin were sitting in the Main Hall, drenched in sweat.

When Seol Mujin stopped in surprise, Hwangbo Cheonak shouted.

“This is sweat from Internal Energy Cultivation!”

“Who said anything?”

Namgung Hyemin greeted him with an awkward expression.

“Hello.”

“Yes.”

The scar on Namgung Hyemin’s face had faded considerably.

He had thought a very thick scar would remain, but at this level, it seemed like it could be covered with makeup.

Hwangbo Cheonak asked.

“How did the business you went to handle turn out?”

“Do you know what kind of work I do to ask that?”

“Just asking.”

Seol Mujin chuckled and said.

“My work is done, but is there any news from Hwangbo Sega and Namgung Sega?”

“Actually, there was contact. Father said to visit Hwangbo Sega when you have time.”

“Is it about Jegal Family business?”

“It seems so. There appears to be other business too.”

“What business?”

“Would they tell me that when I left home?”

“Are you trying to cut ties with Hwangbo Sega?”

Hwangbo Cheonak scratched his head with a complicated expression.

“Blood relations aren’t something you can cut just because you want to. But it’s also strange for me to get involved in Hwangbo Sega affairs from my position…”

Seol Mujin asked Hwangbo Cheonak, who was trailing off.

“You don’t have ambitions to be the family head, right?”

“There’s no way I would. I even played the scoundrel to avoid becoming family head.”

“Then you’re a decent guy.”

“Suddenly?”

“It’s a world where people stab their fathers in the back and cut their brothers’ throats to seize power.”

“They’re crazy people.”

“And we’re living in a world ruled by those crazy people.”

Seol Mujin sat down next to Hwangbo Cheonak.

“I’m going to establish a sect soon.”

“You? You’re a Podoo. But you’re going to create a Murim sect?”

“You’ll be the sect leader.”

Hwangbo Cheonak was momentarily speechless.

“You want me to become a sect leader?”

“Think of a cool name.”

Hwangbo Cheonak burst out shouting.

“Does it make sense for Hwangbo Sega’s Eldest Son to become the leader of a new sect!”

“Doesn’t it?”

“It doesn’t!”

“Why?”

When the question ‘Why?’ was thrown at him, an answer didn’t readily come to mind.

He was not just anyone, but the Eldest Son of Hwangbo Sega, one of the Odaesega.

There had never been a case in Murim history where a direct descendant of a family head had run off to create a new sect.

“If I become the sect leader of another sect, what would people think? They’d say I created a sect out of dissatisfaction for not being able to become the family head.”

“Does other people’s opinions matter? You just need to be upright yourself.”

“I don’t think I’d be that upright either?”

Seol Mujin nodded his head.

“It might seem that way to you.”

Namgung Hyemin asked.

“What kind of sect are you planning to create?”

Her eyes sparkled as if Namgung Hyemin was interested.

“Not an orthodox sect, but something between orthodox and unorthodox.”

“Opening a martial sect isn’t as simple as opening a restaurant. Seol Podoo surely knows this…”

“There’s an existing sect, and I plan to recruit martial arts masters and merge three or four minor sects.”

“Seeing how specifically you’re speaking, it seems the groundwork is already done?”

“Yes. All that’s left is merging the sects and deciding where to establish our base.”

“You know that choosing the base location is important, right?”

It would be troublesome if there’s too large a sect nearby.

If they’re seen as competitors, they’d try to cut our throats before we could even bloom.

“Wouldn’t Jinan be suitable? With Cheonag-i as sect leader, we wouldn’t make enemies with Hwangbo Sega.”

“Are you asking me to be sect leader because of that?”

“Do you think I’d fear Hwangbo Sega?”

Hwangbo Cheonak, who had been looking at Seol Mujin, clicked his tongue and turned his head away.

It seemed like Seol Mujin could even establish a new sect on Seongsan where Shaolin Temple was located.

Namgung Hyemin asked Seol Mujin.

“Why won’t Seol Podoo become the sect leader yourself and instead entrust it to Cheonag brother?”

“Right! You could do it yourself!”

“First, I’m not yet a martial artist, and second, I don’t think I’ll have time to pay attention to the sect.”

“What are you so busy doing?”

“Making an emperor.”

“Ma-making an emperor?”

“You already suspect it. Me traveling with the Third Prince.”

Of course, both Hwangbo Cheonak and Namgung Hyemin knew.

They just didn’t know how far things had progressed.

Hwangbo Cheonak asked with a serious expression.

“Is there really a possibility that the Third Prince could become emperor?”

“I don’t stake my life on impossible things.”

“You’ve staked your life on it?”

“It’s a struggle for the throne. How could my life not be at stake?”

“That’s true. But why suddenly create a sect?”

Seol Mujin hesitated for a moment before answering.

How much should he tell Hwangbo Cheonak?

Would it be okay to tell him everything?

Of course, it wasn’t that he suspected Hwangbo Cheonak.

However, knowing about this would mean Hwangbo Cheonak would also have one foot in the throne succession struggle.

And he also doubted whether he could accept the Myeoncheonhoe matter.

He would probably react violently.

“You might get hurt if you know. Do you still want to know?”

Instead of Hwangbo Cheonak, Namgung Hyemin answered.

“We’re martial artists. If we’re not going to wait for death in a corner, we have to jump into the turbulent martial world.”

“Th-that’s right!”

Seeing the two of them, the future was clear.

‘I’m going to be tied down. Completely tied down.’

With that thought, Seol Mujin opened his mouth.

“Actually, I’ve taken over Myeoncheonhoe.”

“What? That Myeoncheonhoe that caused my mother’s death?”

“Yes. To you personally, they could be called enemies.”

“What do you mean you’ve taken over Myeoncheonhoe?”

“Exactly what I said. I’ve got Myeoncheonhoe in my grasp.”

“How? What about the Gang Leader?”

“The Gang Leader has also agreed to follow my orders.”

“Without killing him?”

“He’s a very useful person.”

Hwangbo Cheonak shouted angrily.

“No matter how useful he is! That man killed my mother!”

As Seol Mujin expected, Hwangbo Cheonak’s reaction was violent.

Since Myeoncheonhoe had pushed Hwangbo Cheonak into misfortune, it was completely understandable.

“The one who killed your mother was your maternal grandfather, Bae Cheonman. Of course, the Myeoncheonhoe Gang Leader isn’t without responsibility, but…”

“So you’re telling me to forgive Myeoncheonhoe? How can you say such a thing to me! You who knows me better than anyone!”

“It’s because I know you well that I’m doing this.”

“What?”

“Because you’ve lost your way.”

“What way have I lost!”

“Why are you just cultivating internal energy at my house?”

“It’s natural for a martial artist to cultivate internal energy!”

“What are you planning to do once your martial arts become that advanced?”

Suddenly, Hwangbo Cheonak was at a loss for words.

He hadn’t particularly planned anything for the future.

He had just followed Seol Mujin and blindly cultivated his internal energy.

Thinking that if his martial arts improved, he’d be able to do something.

But when that question was placed before him, it felt as vast as facing an endless ocean.

Hwangbo Cheonak was like the captain of a small boat sailing without knowing he might be adrift.

“If my martial arts are high… I could become a hero in the martial world…”

“Do you become a hero just by having high martial arts? Really?”

Heroic deeds aren’t that simple.

You don’t become a hero by killing a few bandits or horse thieves and taking the heads of a few martial world criminals.

The world inevitably has ambiguous gray areas where it’s hard to distinguish between good and evil.

To cross those gray areas, you need your own clear convictions accompanied by absolute will.

The moment you enter a gray area without having that, a hero can quickly transform into a murderer.

To Hwangbo Cheonak, who couldn’t say anything, Seol Mujin said.

“You know that the world can’t be handled by will alone. Think it over carefully and let me know your decision.”

Seol Mujin left those words and departed from the house.

He wondered if he was burdening Hwangbo Cheonak with an unnecessary task.

If Hwangbo Cheonak took charge of Myeoncheonhoe, his status would make many things easier, so he was the right person for the job.

However, Hwangbo Cheonak’s emotions were a big mountain to overcome, and whether he’d cross that mountain or not depended entirely on Hwangbo Cheonak’s will.

When Seol Mujin left, Hwangbo Cheonak suddenly felt as if he was left alone in the world.

How could this be? How could Seol Mujin tell him not to take revenge on his enemy?

At this moment, he was angrier at Seol Mujin than at the Myeoncheonhoe Gang Leader.

But then a gentle touch reached his forearm and slowly caressed it.

When he turned his head, Namgung Hyemin came into view, looking at him with eyes full of tenderness.

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