My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 162

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162.

Seonchangpyo Country boasted such a massive scale that the walls built along the road alone exceeded forty zhang in length.

In front of the wide gate that looked like it could accommodate six carriages side by side, carts and carriages loaded with cargo continuously went in and out.

When Seol Mujin entered the pyoguk, everyone was too busy to stop him.

“Tie that rope tight over there!”

“You fool! I said the silk goes on this carriage, not the third one!”

“Hurry up and depart! We’re already half a hour late!”

Shouts could be heard from all directions, and the bodies of people bustling about were drenched in sweat.

The thought that everyone was living earnestly naturally came to mind.

“How may I help you?”

Only after a full hour had passed since entering Seonchangpyo Country did someone finally approach him.

The man in his early thirties with a short beard held bamboo slips in one hand and a brush in the other.

He seemed to be someone who managed the incoming and outgoing cargo.

“I came to meet the pyoguk master.”

“The master? Do you have an appointment?”

“Even without an appointment, he’ll be glad to see me.”

“Who might you be…”

Just then, a scream-like voice came from the left.

“That bastard! That’s him!”

When he turned his head, he saw the speckled man who had been beaten by Seol Mujin at Daru.

Since he was someone who would save him the trouble of explaining, he waved his hand in greeting.

While smiling.

Next to the speckled man stood a middle-aged man with a sword strapped to his back.

From his square jaw and thick neck, one could tell he had a sturdy build.

The sturdy-looking middle-aged man approached Seol Mujin.

The middle-aged man looked Seol Mujin up and down, then asked the speckled man.

“Is this really the guy who beat the young master and you all at Daru?”

“That’s right!”

“He doesn’t even look like he’s learned martial arts.”

That’s how Seol Mujin appeared.

Usually, when someone learns martial arts, their aura naturally flows out even unintentionally.

When one becomes a master, that aura becomes sharper and naturally exudes an intimidating presence.

But no energy could be felt from Seol Mujin at all.

The state where traces of having learned martial arts are perfectly concealed within is commonly called returning to simplicity.

So the middle-aged man saw Seol Mujin as someone who hadn’t even learned martial arts.

In that regard, the speckled man who felt uneasy about Seol Mujin could be said to have excellent instincts.

“You’re a master.”

“Of course you’d be a master since you knocked down our Twin Wind Swords in one strike. But…”

The middle-aged man’s gaze remained fixed on Seol Mujin.

“Why would such a master come here? Though it saves us the trouble of searching for you.”

As expected, Seonchangpyo Country had no intention of just backing down.

“I’d like to meet the master.”

“You’ve got guts. To come here on your own feet after pulling such a stunt.”

“I came because you guys pulled such a stunt.”

Wrinkles formed on the middle-aged man’s forehead, and from inside the pyoguk, two men came out dragging an old man.

He had been beaten so badly that his swollen eyes wouldn’t open, and his face was covered in blood.

“This is just a taste! If your daughter who was taken as collateral doesn’t come, we’ll drag your old wife here too, so keep that in mind!”

One of the two men who had dragged out the old man threw him to the ground while shouting.

When people around watched this scene, a shout of “Everyone get back to work! Work! What are you gawking at?” was heard.

The startled workers busily carried cargo again, and the old man limped out of the pyoguk.

Watching that scene naturally made him frown.

Borrowing money was one’s own decision, and if you couldn’t repay it, you should rightfully pay the price.

But every wrongdoing should receive a corresponding punishment.

A daughter being sold because of her father’s mistake could never be a corresponding punishment.

“I heard that Seonchangpyo Country has been committing atrocities in Pungdonghyeon, and it seems that’s true.”

“What nonsense are you spouting?”

“When can I meet the master?”

“You’ll meet him soon. But you won’t be able to meet him standing on your own two feet.”

As soon as those words ended, warriors came pouring out from inside the pyoguk.

There were forty armed escorts.

Seeing that number, the middle-aged man clicked his tongue.

“Tsk! Why did so many come to catch just one guy?”

The speckled man whispered to the middle-aged man.

“Manager Ha. You need to be careful of that bastard.”

“The young master’s bodyguard acting like a scared puppy.”

Ha Chongwan scolded the speckled man, then spoke to Seol Mujin.

“If you obediently kneel and accept restraints even now, your punishment might be a bit lighter.”

In the ominous atmosphere, the workers stopped what they were doing and glanced at them.

Even the supervisors, instead of urging the workers, watched the upcoming fight with interested eyes.

“Is the pyoguk master in the pyoguk?”

“He’s in his office, and catching you would make an excellent gift for the master.”

“Then I’ll meet him soon.”

Ha Chongwan gestured while watching Seol Mujin approach him.

Then all forty escorts rushed toward Seol Mujin at once.

“Wahhh—!”

Shouting when fighting was like a habit for the escorts.

Since they mostly fought bandits or horse thieves, morale-boosting shouts were important.

Loud sounds were effective at crushing the opponent’s spirit, but to Seol Mujin, it was just noise.

Various weapons like knives, swords, short clubs, and long staffs struck at Seol Mujin.

Seol Mujin moved his hands and feet while deflecting those weapons like a person without form.

Short striking sounds and longer screams rang out in succession.

Those caught by Seol Mujin’s hands and feet were knocked down in one blow and couldn’t get up again.

So it took only half an hour for the seemingly large number of forty to become zero.

Ha Chongwan just stood there with his mouth agape, watching Seol Mujin fight.

If he had confidence in subduing Seol Mujin, he would have joined the fight.

But he had no such confidence.

The movements too fast to follow with the eyes and the destructive power that subdued enemies in a single move were not something Ha Chongwan could match.

The speckled man beside Ha Chongwan spoke as if talking to himself.

“I told you to be careful.”

To Ha Chongwan, who was glaring at the speckled man, Seol Mujin said.

“Now guide me to the pyoguk master.”

Ha Chongwan spoke like a sigh.

“I know I’m no match for you, but I still can’t just let you go. I have to at least earn my monthly wage.”

Ha Chongwan took his stance and said, “I hope you’ll go easy on me.”

Since going easy was extremely subjective, Seol Mujin struck gently, but Ha Chongwan, who received the blow, lost consciousness while spitting out the curse “Son of a bitch!”

Now the only person left standing was the speckled man.

“Are you going to try to earn your monthly wage too?”

The speckled man waved his hands frantically.

“N-no! I don’t get paid that much! I’ll guide you to the pyoguk master’s office!”

Seol Mujin followed the speckled man when shouts came from behind.

“We need to leave now, but where is the escort!”

It seemed Seonchangpyo Country wouldn’t be able to conduct escort services for a while.

The office was located in a place decorated like an ordinary family home.

As they entered the inner quarters, the servants they passed glanced at them.

The speckled man who went around to the back yard stood in front of the main hall and raised his voice.

“Master! It’s Guard Gwak!”

A voice came from inside the reception room.

“Did you catch the bastard who smashed Bowun’s nose?”

“Th, that… he’s here right now!”

Master Yang Changmok didn’t know that Seol Mujin had visited.

“He’s here? What do you mean by that?”

The voice grew closer and the reception room door opened.

A well-built middle-aged man with a beard came out, then stopped when he saw Seol Mujin.

The speckled man pointed at Seol Mujin and said.

“This person here turned the young master’s face into a pulp.”

“Then why is he standing there so fine? Ha Chongwan! Where is Ha Chongwan!”

“Well… Ha Chongwan was knocked unconscious by this person.”

“What?”

“Forty escorts from our escort agency also fell.”

“Fell? You mean they lost fighting against that bastard?”

“That’s right.”

“Say something that makes sense! You’re telling me forty escorts couldn’t handle that one bastard?”

When Seol Mujin stepped onto the main hall, Yang Changmok flinched in surprise and stepped back.

“Y, you bastard! Where do you think you’re going!”

Ignoring Yang Changmok’s shout and continuing to walk, Yang Changmok hesitantly retreated and went back into the reception room.

Seol Mujin entered the reception room and closed the door.

“Shall we have a serious conversation between the two of us now?”

“Do you know who I am to act so rudely?”

Seol Mujin chuckled.

“I don’t plan to end it at just being rude.”

“My older brother is the sect leader of Qingcheng Sect and is close friends with the magistrate! You deserve to die just for what you’ve done so far!”

Yang Changmok completely failed to understand his current situation.

“A martial artist doesn’t think about fighting but starts with threats using backing?”

It would have been shameful words for an ordinary martial artist, but Yang Changmok was a person who knew no shame.

“Are you scared? Then kneel. I’ll spare your life.”

He was the epitome of someone who had looked down on others his entire life.

A bastard who doesn’t know who should be kneeling needs to be made to kneel directly.

It didn’t take much time, and there was no need to move much.

Just one step. And just one punch driven into the stomach. That would be enough.

Thud!

“Urgh!”

Yang Changmok collapsed to his knees with a thump, then immediately curled up like a shrimp and fell forward.

Having been hit properly in the solar plexus, he had trouble breathing and only made choking sounds.

“There are many bastards in the world for whom beating is medicine. I’m not a physician, but I can give plenty of medicine.”

Seol Mujin’s foot struck the face of the prostrate Yang Changmok.

He controlled his strength to make it hurt enough while ensuring he wouldn’t lose consciousness.

Yang Changmok, who rolled three times, gasped for breath and spoke.

“W, wait a moment… wait…”

Seol Mujin had no intention of listening to Yang Changmok’s nonsense.

His foot struck Yang Changmok’s nose bridge again.

Crack!

The sound of the nose bone breaking rang out loudly.

Yang Changmok, whose face became covered in blood in an instant, crawled on his buttocks across the floor to get away from Seol Mujin.

Though he must have known he couldn’t escape with movements as slow as a caterpillar, his instincts were struggling to get away from fear.

Seol Mujin slowly approached such Yang Changmok.

At a speed just slightly faster than Yang Changmok was moving away.

“Wh, why are you doing this to me?”

“Your son told me about you. What a bad bastard you are. I can’t kill all the bad bastards in the world, but I can certainly kill the ones I see.”

“If, if you kill me, you, you won’t be safe either!”

“There are many in the world who are stronger than the Qingcheng Sect leader and officials higher than the magistrate. If I’m one of those people, what could the brother or magistrate you trust do to me?”

In the pain he was experiencing for the first time in his life and the fear washing over him, Yang Changmok realized he had touched someone he shouldn’t have touched.

“D, don’t do this and tell me what you want.”

“Killing you. What else could there be besides that?”

“What grudge do you have against me…?”

“Jang Seojin.”

Yang Changmok immediately remembered that name.

She was the woman his son Yang Bowun had pestered him to arrange a marriage with.

Yang Changmok, who had granted his only son whatever he wanted, couldn’t refuse that request either.

So he made Jang Seojin’s father’s fabric store difficult and then lent him money.

As always, everything flowed according to Yang Changmok’s plan, and eventually Jang Seojin’s father couldn’t repay the money.

It wasn’t that he liked Jang Seojin from a humble family.

Yang Bowun would probably play with Jang Seojin for a few months and then abandon her like other women.

So he had arranged things with light thoughts, but he never knew that incident would come back as trouble like this.

“What happened to Jang Seojin?”

“You touched someone you shouldn’t have touched.”

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