My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 142

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142.

“Wait here, and when the Kunlun Sect Daoist priests disappear, we can go in our original direction.”

At Seol Changho’s answer, Seol Mantong plopped down on a rock.

“Then let’s do some qi circulation training after a long time.”

For a month, he had only done a few short cycles of small circulation, never once completing a full great circulation.

They each found their positions and began qi circulation training.

Since it had been so long, it took about an hour.

During that time, the sun that had been overhead moved about a hand’s width to the west.

The triplets who finished their qi circulation retraced their steps.

All the people and carriages had left, with only traces of battle remaining scattered about.

Seol Changho walked toward the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains and said.

“We escaped while the Demonic Cult and Kunlun Sect were fighting.”

Even if the Demonic Cult came here later to investigate, there was no possibility their lie would be exposed.

They had barely spent any of the money the Kunlun Sect Daoist priest had given them.

There were no proper villages on their route, only settlements of slash-and-burn farmers at most.

So they got by eating potatoes or corn and only handed over a few coins.

They didn’t even use lightness skills, as arriving at the Demonic Cult too quickly would arouse suspicion.

Walking diligently like children, they reached the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains in five days.

Crunch! Crunch!

From the heavy snow that fell two days ago, snow had piled up to their shins.

“About two more days and we’ll arrive.”

During the journey here, they had prepared answers to all possible questions they might receive from the Demonic Cult.

“Mantong-i, you absolutely cannot make any mistakes.”

“Am I an idiot?”

“Yes.”

“This bastard…!”

As Seol Mantong was about to rush at Seol Changho, Seol Ryeoseon raised her hand.

“Kids, wait!”

The two stopped their movements and listened carefully.

They could faintly hear the sound of footsteps treading on snow.

This was an area where even hunters or herb gatherers were rare.

The triplets exchanged glances, then plopped down on the snow and took out the cold potatoes they had brought.

They deliberately raised their voices, hoping whoever appeared wouldn’t notice them and pass by.

“It’s because you’re stupid that we got lost!”

“How is that my fault! I definitely went west!”

“Then why are we still wandering around in the mountains!”

“Stop fighting! And you, save some of those potatoes!”

The sound of footsteps approached them.

‘Two people.’

While they were spouting random words and fighting, two people appeared from behind Seol Ryeoseon.

Seol Changho spotted them and put on a deliberately surprised expression.

Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Mantong’s acting was also convincing.

The two men who appeared seemed to be in their mid-thirties, wearing clothes made of animal hide like hunters.

“Who are you people to be here?”

Seol Ryeoseon, who had the best acting skills, spoke with a thoroughly frightened expression.

“I, I was kidnapped but escaped, and I, I got lost.”

“You were kidnapped? By whom?”

The triplets shook their heads simultaneously.

The bearded man asked.

“Did you perhaps come by carriage?”

Seol Ryeoseon answered hesitantly.

“We rode in a carriage for about a month, but after es, escaping, we’ve been walking continuously.”

“How did you escape?”

“Well, the people who kidnapped us were at, attacked.”

“By whom?”

“They looked like Da, Daoist priests, but I, I don’t know.”

The two men exchanged glances and said to the triplets.

“You’ll have to come with us.”

The triplets stepped backward.

“We, we don’t want to.”

The two men didn’t allow the triplets any right of refusal.

Of course, they had expected this.

The bearded man pressed the triplets’ pressure points.

Of course, it had no effect, but they pretended to be subdued.

The triplets were tucked under the two men’s arms as they quickly crossed the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

Though there was still quite a distance to the Demonic Cult’s main sect, there was a branch sect nearby.

The branch sect was no different from an ordinary slash-and-burn farming village.

The various questions they received there were within the expected range.

Having practiced many times, their answers were skillful, and even Seol Mantong, whom they had worried about, naturally spun lies.

“Seems like they’re the kids from the Euljo group who got hit by those Kunlun Sect bastards while crossing the eastern route.”

It seemed the Demonic Cult also knew about the attack.

After being interrogated for an hour, the triplets were locked in a barn of some house.

“Seems like it went well?”

“We’ll know if we wait and see.”

After being locked up for about half an hour, the bearded man came.

“We’re departing.”

Seol Ryeoseon asked with a thoroughly frightened face.

“Wh, where to? We need to go home.”

The bearded man gave a fishy smile.

“Where you’re going will be your home from now on.”

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The three family heads of Hwangbo Sega, Namgung Sega, and Jegal Family each led two hundred warriors toward Habuk Paengga.

Rumors had already spread throughout Murim that Habuk Paengga had tried to kill the young masters of Hwangbo Sega and Jegal Family.

The news that the two enraged families, joined by Namgung Sega, were heading toward Habuk Paengga shocked Murim.

Meanwhile, Habuk Paengga was acknowledging their guilt through silence.

Seol Mujin deliberately didn’t get involved in Habuk Paengga’s affairs.

Although Seol Mujin was the person Habuk Paengga had targeted, in this case, it was more beneficial in terms of justification to leave it as a Murim matter.

Instead, Seol Mujin headed toward Sichuan Tang Family.

Even though Sichuan Tang Family was a clan far from the Central Plains, their poisons and hidden weapons were weapons that could be put to urgent use.

They were also essential forces due to the symbolism of being one of the Odaesega.

His companion for the journey to Sichuan Province ended up being Jegal Jaeryeong alone.

To pressure Habuk Paengga, someone who had been at the scene was needed, so Hwangbo Hyeonguk and Hwangbo Ryeoseon took on the victim roles.

Since Sang Chiyeon was practically one body with Hwangbo Ryeoseon, Seol Mujin’s companion was decided to be Jegal Jaeryeong.

She was also an essential resource for accurately grasping Sichuan Tang Family’s true intentions.

From Jinan in Shandong Province to the capital of Sichuan Province where Sichuan Tang Family was located was such a long journey that they had to pass through two provinces.

If Seol Mujin were alone, it wouldn’t take ten days, but he couldn’t demand such a forced march from Jegal Jaeryeong.

“You don’t need to be too considerate of me. I’d like to test my lightness skills with this opportunity too.”

When they left, that’s what they said, but not even two days had passed before Jegal Jaeryeong raised her hand.

“Brother, I’m sorry. Please have some mercy on me. Or could you teach me some body technique?”

Jegal Jaeryeong made this request while eating a late dinner at the inn.

Seol Mujin, who had no particular sect to speak of, had no resistance to teaching martial arts.

Of course, he didn’t teach her the Traceless Thousand-Mile Wind that he had learned, but he could point out the parts that Jegal Jaeryeong needed.

The Jegal Family’s Heavenly Energy Divine Movement was an excellent body technique as well as lightness skill.

However, it had weaknesses when it came to traveling long distances quickly, and Seol Mujin helped supplement that part.

Jegal Jaeryeong, who learned body technique from Seol Mujin, couldn’t help but admire the depth of that martial art.

Seol Mujin’s martial arts, who had just barely entered his twenties, were the highest among all the people Jegal Jaeryeong knew.

She wasn’t just someone from any ordinary family, but a person from the prestigious Jegal Family.

She had interacted with countless martial artists, and among them all, Seol Mujin was the best.

“Brother will definitely become the greatest master under heaven.”

“I wonder. It doesn’t seem like it’ll be easy.”

Before they knew it, they had become close enough for Jegal Jaeryeong to speak casually.

“Of course it’s difficult since it’s being the greatest under heaven. There are probably only about ten people who even have that possibility. If I had to bet money among them, I’d bet my entire fortune on you, brother.”

“You’d lose your entire fortune then.”

“No way.”

“I know someone who’s the greatest master under heaven, and with my current martial arts, I’m nowhere near that level.”

“Who is this greatest master under heaven that you know?”

Seol Mujin couldn’t talk about Hwang Unhwa.

The fact that he had been the abbot of Shaolin Temple and then left after breaking his vows was an absolute secret that had to be kept.

“There’s such a person. I’ll introduce you later when circumstances allow.”

The curious Jegal Jaeryeong kept asking who it was, but she couldn’t get an answer from Seol Mujin.

During the journey to Sichuan Province, Seol Mujin gave Jegal Jaeryeong advice not only on body technique but also on sword technique.

The Flying Swallow Plucking Water that he had taught Namgung Hyemin also suited Jegal Jaeryeong well.

Rather, Jegal Jaeryeong, who had learned martial arts belonging to the swift and agile category from the beginning, showed much faster comprehension.

For Jegal Jaeryeong, that journey with Seol Mujin became a time of awakening to martial arts.

They arrived in Chengdu, Sichuan Province after half a month.

Due to the preconception that it was the frontier of the Central Plains, they had thought it would be something like a shabby countryside, but Chengdu possessed prosperity comparable to Jinan.

True to its nickname as the city of eternal spring, the weather was quite mild, making it not a bad place to live.

The Sichuan Dang Clan was located in the outskirts, quite far from the downtown district.

In the outskirts of the Sichuan Dang Clan, there were about two hundred houses, and at the center stood the main house of the Sichuan Dang Clan, surrounded by high walls.

Because the Sichuan Dang Clan had hundreds of years of history, this many people lived in the clan village.

When the two entered the village, all the people passing by glanced at them.

Since everyone living here would be relatives, they immediately recognized the unfamiliar outsiders.

The Dang clan village wasn’t different from other villages.

There were restaurants selling rice and alcohol, general stores selling goods, and blacksmith shops scattered throughout.

But the atmosphere was unusual.

The gazes looking at Seol Mujin and Jegal Jaeryeong were full of wariness.

It wasn’t simply that kind of feeling toward strangers, but eyes mixed with suspicion.

Seol Mujin asked in a quiet voice.

“Is the Sichuan Dang Clan originally like this?”

“This is my first time coming too, but they don’t usually guard against outsiders like this.”

“It seems like something has happened to the Sichuan Dang Clan?”

“It seems so.”

They walked slowly toward the Sichuan Dang Clan surrounded by high walls.

Four guards were standing watch in front of the main gate of the Sichuan Dang Clan.

When the two approached, a guard in his mid-thirties wearing a sword stepped forward and asked.

“What business brings you to the Sichuan Dang Clan?”

It was as if he was saying, ‘This is the Sichuan Dang Clan, so if you took the wrong path, go back.’

Jegal Jaeryeong revealed her identity to the guard.

“I’m Jegal Jaeryeong from the Jegal Family. I sent word a few days ago that I would be visiting.”

Since they had already sent a message bird, the Sichuan Dang Clan should know about their visit.

Even though Jegal Jaeryeong revealed her identity, the guard didn’t let them in right away.

“Please wait here for a moment.”

The tip of Jegal Jaeryeong’s eyebrows shot upward.

“How rude! I clearly revealed that I came from the Jegal Family and already notified the Sichuan Dang Clan of my visit, yet you make me stand in front of the gate like this! Is this how the Sichuan Dang Clan receives guests?”

When her voice rose, the guard made an uncomfortable expression.

“Please understand, Miss Jegal. Right now there are unavoidable circumstances at the main house, so we’re being cautious about letting outsiders in.”

Since the guard went this far in his explanation, she couldn’t get angry anymore.

“Fine, then hurry up and notify them.”

After waiting about an hour, the guard came out with someone.

The middle-aged man with a completely shaved head was Dang Jaehyeong, the chief steward of the Sichuan Dang Clan.

Dang Jaehyeong politely greeted Jegal Jaeryeong.

“I apologize for making such an honored guest wait like this. Please come inside.”

In the reception room where they followed Dang Jaehyeong, Dang Gongseong, the head of the Sichuan Dang Clan’s Purple Poison Hall, was waiting.

Jegal Jaeryeong had met Dang Gongseong exactly once when she was thirteen, and she couldn’t forget him because of his appearance without eyebrows.

“I greet Uncle Dang.”

“Sorry for the poor hospitality. Please sit.”

Jegal Jaeryeong sat across from Dang Gongseong, and Seol Mujin took the seat next to her.

Dang Gongseong’s gaze turned to Seol Mujin.

“This person is…?”

Seol Mujin briefly bowed his head.

“My name is Seol Mujin.”

He naturally thought they would have heard that name, but Dang Gongseong had an expression requesting further explanation.

“He’s currently serving as Podoo of Jinan.”

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