My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 141

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141.

“They’ll probably arrive within three or four days. Since it’s Imperial Palace business, it would be more appropriate for Hyeon-ya to handle it rather than me.”

“You’re throwing work at me right after we meet. Understood. I’ll handle the Gaksananjoong matter myself.”

Since Hyeon-ya wasn’t just any ordinary eunuch but someone who had cut his teeth in the Dongchang, there was no need to worry about his work handling.

Now Seol Mujin could focus entirely on the Habuk Paengga.

‘I wonder how the twins are doing?’

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The triplets’ bodies swayed back and forth with the carriage’s movement.

They had been suffering inside a windowless carriage for a month now.

Inside the not-so-large carriage, fourteen children were huddled and trembling.

There had been sixteen initially, but two had died of illness along the way.

It was too long ago to remember clearly, but the triplets must have been kidnapped and taken to the Demonic Cult in this same manner.

“How much further do we have to go?”

Seol Ryeoseon responded to Seol Mantong’s monologue-like question.

“It’s Cheonghaeseong, so we must be almost there.”

Seol Mantong grumbled.

“They say leaving home means hardship, and those words are exactly right. Hungry and smelly.”

“Still, we’re better off than the other kids. At least we’re not cold or sick.”

“I feel like I’m getting sick.”

Seol Changho scratched his forearm vigorously.

“Flea teeth can’t even penetrate us, so why are you scratching so much?”

“It just itches. I want to break this carriage and go back home right now.”

She wouldn’t have expected such words from Seol Changho, though maybe from Seol Mantong.

Actually, Seol Ryeoseon felt similarly.

“The plan to get kidnapped was the worst.”

Seol Changho, muttering to himself, looked like he might smash the carriage at any moment.

Seol Ryeoseon tried to calm Seol Changho down.

“We’re almost there now.”

Clatter! The carriage shook violently.

Several children who had been leaning against the carriage wall toppled over sideways.

Everyone’s lips were cracked white and their complexions were pale as corpses.

Seol Mantong burst out in frustration.

“Damn bastards! They should at least feed us properly while taking us!”

Seol Ryeoseon said.

“Think of this hardship as training too.”

A small moan escaped from the mouth of a child who had fallen due to the carriage’s shaking.

The child who had been showing signs of illness for three or four days was trembling all over.

The dead children had shown similar symptoms before they couldn’t endure much longer and went to the other world.

The exhausted children didn’t even glance at the sick child.

They didn’t have the energy to worry about others.

The triplets stared blankly at the trembling child.

Seol Changho buried his face between his knees and spat out a curse, “Fuck!”

To have to just watch a dying child.

What wouldn’t have mattered when they were the Demonic Cult’s Samtaesang now felt like needles piercing their hearts.

Seol Mantong asked Seol Ryeoseon.

“Are we just going to watch?”

“We just watched before too. What’s different about this time?”

“It’s just… harder to watch than before.”

Judging by the severe jolting of the carriage, they seemed to be traveling a mountain path.

The children kept falling over and getting back up repeatedly.

In the midst of this, the sick child rolled and rolled until reaching the end of the carriage where the door was.

Every time the carriage shook, the sick child’s head bumped against the door.

Suddenly, Seol Changho knocked on the wall toward the driver’s seat with the back of his hand.

Seol Ryeoseon asked in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

Seol Changho continued knocking on the wall without answering.

Seol Ryeoseon grabbed Seol Changho’s wrist.

“You crazy bastard! What are you doing!”

Then the small window connected to the driver’s seat burst open.

Through the window, Janghan’s fierce-looking face appeared.

“What?”

“A child is dying.”

Seol Changho’s voice was colder than the winter wind outside.

“So?”

Seol Changho, suppressing his emotions as much as possible, said.

“It’s a loss if a child you’re taking the trouble to transport dies.”

Janghan looked at Seol Changho with an expression that said ‘What is this kid talking about?’ then answered nonchalantly.

“If they can’t endure this, they’ll die at Mingjiao anyway.”

Clack!

With those words, the window closed.

“Are you crazy? What are you doing?”

“What a person should rightfully do.”

Seol Ryeoseon grabbed Seol Changho’s wrist as he tried to knock on the wall again.

“Are you going to give up after coming this far?”

“What exactly are we giving up?”

“Whether the Cult Leader really fell into Qi Deviation! And the Heavenly Demon Divine Art!”

Because they had put up a barrier of energy, the other children couldn’t hear their conversation.

“Is that more important than that child’s life?”

Seol Ryeoseon tried to answer ‘Of course!’ but the words wouldn’t come out, as if her throat was stuffed with cotton.

Seol Changho, clenching his molars, said.

“If our brother were on this carriage, would he have just watched the dying children?”

“We’re… not our brother.”

“That’s why two children died.”

When the carriage jolted, the sick child rolled around and came closer to them.

Seol Ryeoseon asked.

“You want to give up after coming this far? If we abandon the mission, can we save that child?”

The child’s body temperature was so high that the heat reached even them.

But there was nothing they could do, being complete novices when it came to medical arts.

Even if they could save the child, they should turn away considering their mission.

That act of turning away was making the triplets flounder in a swamp of anguish.

Seol Ryeoseon stared blankly at the sick child and muttered.

“It seems we’ve developed something called a conscience.”

Seol Mantong asked.

“Should we save that child?”

Seol Ryeoseon let out a long sigh.

She never thought their mission would fail over something like this.

“Damn it!”

Seol Ryeoseon shot to her feet.

“There are six carriages total, so leave three alive to act as coachmen.”

Seol Mantong and Seol Changho also stood up.

“Be careful not to damage the carriages.”

Having said that, Seol Ryeoseon opened the window leading to the driver’s seat.

Janghan turned his head with a menacing expression.

“How dare you open the window! Do you want to die… Gack!”

It wasn’t Seol Ryeoseon who had acted.

A sword that suddenly flew pierced through Janghan’s throat.

Then screams erupted one after another and the sounds of fighting could be heard.

“It’s an ambush! It’s the Kunlun Sect bastards!”

Soon the sounds of weapons clashing could be heard from all directions.

The mountain paths and official roads extending from Tianshan were all Kunlun Sect territory.

For hundreds of years, whenever the Demonic Cult invaded the Central Plains, the Kunlun Sect was the first enemy they had to fight.

The Kunlun Sect, one of the Nine Great Sects, served as gatekeepers protecting the Central Plains from the Demonic Cult.

That’s why the carriages that kidnapped children on the Day of Harvest went to the Demonic Cult while avoiding Kunlun Sect territory.

This time too they naturally detoured around Kunlun Sect territory, but the Kunlun Sect had left their own territory to attack them.

Since the Day of Harvest was an important event for the Demonic Cult, the martial arts of the dispatched figures were also high.

However, they couldn’t match the forces of the Kunlun Sect that had ambushed them with full preparation.

The Triplets observed the outside situation through small gaps in the carriage.

There were about twenty Demonic Cult experts, but the attacking Kunlun Sect experts numbered up to fifty.

The Kunlun Sect didn’t have many disciples due to being located in such a remote area.

Instead, each individual’s martial arts were so high that they had proudly occupied one seat among the Nine Great Sects for hundreds of years.

Without such strength, they wouldn’t have dared to block the Demonic Cult in the first place.

So it took only about an hour for the twenty Demonic Cult members to fall.

The voice of a Kunlun Sect Daoist Priest could be heard from outside.

“Quickly treat the wounded first and collect the bodies of the dead cultists too!”

Clatter!

A Daoist around fifty with blood on his clothes opened the carriage door.

The Daoist frowned at the terrible smell emanating from the emaciated children.

“These utterly outrageous bastards.”

The Daoist Priest who quietly cursed the Demonic Cult members entered the carriage.

Seol Changho pointed to the Sick Child in the middle of the carriage.

“Please look at that child first.”

The Daoist who examined the child urgently shouted toward the outside.

“Physician! Call a physician!”

The Kunlun Sect Daoists rescued the children trapped in the carriages and gathered them in one place.

Their faces were full of compassion as they fed the exhausted children and covered them with blankets.

When the Triplets were in the Demonic Cult, the Kunlun Sect was their greatest enemy under heaven.

But the Daoists they encountered today were not the ones in their memories.

“Eat it while it’s warm.”

A Young Daoist offered the Triplets a bowl containing corn porridge.

Unlike the other children who ate ravenously, the Triplets slowly moved their spoons.

Thanks to their Internal Energy, the mountain winds weren’t that cold, but still, when the warm porridge entered their stomachs, a pleasant feeling spread through them.

When the Daoists moved away, Seol Changho whispered.

“Those Daoist Priests are going to take the children to the Kunlun Sect.”

The reason the Kunlun Sect had bothered to expedition to a place outside their territory was probably because they intended to accept the rescued children as disciples of their sect.

Because the Kunlun Sect was located in such a remote area, finding disciples was truly like plucking stars from the sky.

The Kunlun Sect’s martial arts were famous for being difficult to learn and hard to train in.

So the children of prestigious families were reluctant to become disciples of the Kunlun Sect.

For the Kunlun Sect, which had difficulty finding disciples, the Demonic Cult’s Day of Harvest was also an opportunity to accept disciples.

They could rescue kidnapped children and gain disciples too – it was killing two birds with one stone.

Seol Mantong asked.

“Can we not go if we say we don’t want to?”

“They can’t force us to go.”

Seol Ryeoseon said.

“We need to somehow slip away and go to the Demonic Cult by ourselves.”

“The Demonic Cult will be pleased. That we chose the Demonic Cult instead of the Kunlun Sect.”

“But our strategy of staying inconspicuous while in the Demonic Cult will go down the drain.”

One Young Daoist carried the sick child on his back and left first.

The Daoist Priest who waited for the children to finish eating said.

“We are Daoists of the Kunlun Sect. Since it would be difficult for you to return home, how about going to the Kunlun Sect for now?”

Most of the kidnapped children were orphans, so they had no homes to return to.

“Children who have parents, raise your hands.”

Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Changho raised their hands high.

Seol Mantong, who had been standing there blankly, belatedly raised his hand when Seol Ryeoseon poked his side.

“Where are your homes?”

“Tianyang County, Shaanxi Province.”

“Shaanxi Province is a neighboring province, but it’s too far for you children to go alone, so it would be better to go to the Kunlun Sect first.”

Seol Changho said.

“No. We can go by ourselves.”

“At your pace, it would take a full two weeks – can you really make it there?”

“Yes. We’re strong and smart.”

“Haha! You certainly seem to be smart. But you could encounter trouble again on the way…”

“It’s okay. If we get caught once, it’s the kidnappers who are bad, but if we get caught twice, then we’re the stupid ones.”

At Seol Changho’s bold retort, the Daoist Priest could only laugh.

“Still, we can’t send you children alone, so one of our disciples…”

Seol Ryeoseon hurriedly waved her hands.

“No. We’re already grateful that you rescued us, so we can’t cause such trouble. We’re sufficient by ourselves, so you don’t need to go to such effort.”

The Daoist Priests discussed something among themselves, then came to the Triplets.

“Are you really sure? We’re not comfortable sending you children alone.”

“We’re really okay.”

Since forcibly taking the Triplets to the Kunlun Sect would be another form of kidnapping, the Daoist Priests had no choice.

“This isn’t much, but use it for travel expenses.”

The Daoist Priest handed the Triplets a pouch full of coins.

Seol Ryeoseon respectfully received the pouch with both hands.

“Thank you.”

It was a greeting filled with sincerity.

The Triplets, wrapped in blankets, bowed to the Kunlun Sect Daoist Priests.

“We’ll be going first.”

“Be careful.”

Fortunately, they were able to part with the Kunlun Sect Daoist Priests without any particular difficulty.

“Whew! All our hard work almost went to waste.”

Seol Mantong looked around and asked.

“Which way should we go?”

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