My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 52

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52.

 

Fortunately, at Namgung Yeongho’s call, the physician appeared quickly.

 

Since this was a sparring match between children, a physician had been standing by.

 

When Namgung Yeongho heard from the physician that his son had merely fainted, his anger flared.

 

With so many outsiders present, his son had ended up in this state!

 

Namgung Yeongho approached Seol Mujin with grinding teeth.

 

“Do you think you’ll be safe after creating this chaos?”

 

“My younger sister said she held back, so he should be fine.”

 

“This time it’s between you and me!”

 

Huh? What kind of nonsense is this?

 

Hwangbo Hyeonguk asked.

 

“Uncle. Are you saying you want to spar with Brother Mujin?”

 

“There’s nothing wrong with that. The martial arts arena is already prepared, and it ended too quickly, so the guests must be disappointed.”

 

“How can you be so unreasonable?”

 

This was unreasonable beyond measure.

 

He knew that Seol Mujin’s martial arts were advanced.

 

But his opponent was the brother of the Namgung Family Head.

 

Though he wasn’t widely famous in the murim, if you were to count the masters in Anhui Province, Namgung Yeongho would easily be among the top thirty.

 

Seol Mantong clicked his tongue at such Namgung Yeongho.

 

“Tsk tsk… How pathetic, truly pathetic. A father throwing a tantrum because his child lost a sparring match. This clearly shows the level of the Namgung Family.”

 

Since it was loud enough for nearby people to hear, some made uncomfortable expressions, and steam rose from Namgung Yeongho’s head.

 

“You… you bastard, what did you just say!”

 

“Bastard? You fucking… Mmph!”

 

Before things could escalate, Seol Mujin hurriedly covered Seol Mantong’s mouth.

 

“That’s enough. Let’s go.”

 

“Go where!”

 

Ignoring Namgung Yeongho, Seol Mujin asked Namgung Cheolsang.

 

“You’ll keep your promise, right?”

 

Since he hadn’t considered the possibility of Seol Ryeoseon winning, his answer came late.

 

“Of course.”

 

With Hwangbo Hyeonguk present, he couldn’t break his promise.

 

“Brother! You’re just going to let those bastards go?”

 

How could he want to just let them go?

 

But there was no way to detain Seol Mujin.

 

‘If only Hyeonguk wasn’t here, I could try something.’

 

Considering the seriousness of this matter, he could have thrown the promise to the dogs.

 

If necessary, he could have even tortured Seol Mujin, but Hwangbo Hyeonguk’s presence made that difficult.

 

‘Should I just let them go?’

 

Namgung Cheolsang glanced at Namgung Yeongho, who was insisting on sparring with him.

 

The thought of ‘Should I make the same bet one more time?’ occurred to him.

 

Namgung Habong had been ridiculously defeated, but Namgung Yeongho wouldn’t be the same.

 

The problem was that Seol Mujin would never accept the same bet.

 

While he was pondering, Seol Mujin’s group was moving away, ignoring Namgung Yeongho.

 

Even Hwangbo Hyeonguk didn’t acknowledge Namgung Yeongho.

 

Then a voice like jade beads rolling on a silver tray was heard.

 

“Uncle. Why are you so excited?”

 

It wasn’t easy to draw everyone’s attention with just the clarity of one’s voice.

 

But Namgung Hyemin, the greatest beauty of Anhui Province and possibly the greatest beauty of the Central Plains, did it easily.

 

Even from a distance, voices of people admiring Namgung Hyemin’s beauty could be heard.

 

“She really is the greatest beauty of Anhui Province.”

 

“Just Anhui Province? She’d be among the finest in all the Central Plains.”

 

“In my opinion, she’s simply the most beautiful woman under heaven. Can you even imagine a woman more beautiful than her?”

 

Even using all imagination to draw a beauty, the person in the painting would be Namgung Hyemin.

 

A smile appeared on Namgung Cheolsang’s lips.

 

‘That should work.’

 

Namgung Cheolsang went to Namgung Hyemin.

 

Though she was his niece, he couldn’t help but think she was pretty every time he saw her.

 

“Hyemin, you came.”

 

“Is Habong alright?”

 

It seemed Namgung Hyemin had also watched the sparring match.

 

“Fortunately, there doesn’t seem to be anything seriously wrong. Since it’s the Family Head’s birthday today, we’re a bit short-handed. Could you help guide the guests?”

 

“Me?”

 

“Those people over there.”

 

A smile bloomed on Namgung Hyemin’s face when she saw Seol Mujin’s group.

 

“Sister? You’re Sister Ryeoseon, right?”

 

Hwangbo Ryeoseon clearly wasn’t as pleased to see Namgung Hyemin.

 

“Yeah. It’s been a while.”

 

Sang Chiyeon also nodded slightly to greet Namgung Hyemin.

 

But Namgung Hyemin didn’t mind and still held Hwangbo Ryeoseon’s hand with a smiling face.

 

“Did you come for Father’s birthday?”

 

“Among other things.”

 

“Since you’re here, you should at least see my face before leaving.”

 

“We’re not even that close.”

 

Hwangbo Ryeoseon was truly honest.

 

Namgung Hyemin’s expression seemed to stiffen for a moment, but a smile returned to her face.

 

“What do you mean by that? I like you so much, Sister.”

 

Namgung Hyemin linked arms with Hwangbo Ryeoseon and asked.

 

“You’ll stay for a few days before leaving, right?”

 

“No, we’re leaving now.”

 

“Oh my! We’ve met after so long, we can’t part so soon. Isn’t that right, Hyeonguk?”

 

Namgung Hyemin’s target shifted to Hwangbo Hyeonguk.

 

“Huh? Ah… no, well…”

 

Any man, especially young men, standing before Namgung Hyemin couldn’t even make proper eye contact.

 

And most would end up stuttering.

 

Hwangbo Hyeonguk wasn’t much different.

 

Still, Hwangbo Hyeonguk was better off.

 

He only got flustered when meeting Namgung Hyemin.

 

Already, many young masters had contracted the incurable disease called lovesickness because of Namgung Hyemin.

 

Of course, Namgung Hyemin didn’t care about such things in the slightest.

 

“It seems there are people you should introduce to me.”

 

Namgung Hyemin’s gaze briefly shifted to Seol Mujin.

 

Now, what kind of reaction will you show in front of me?

 

You won’t be different from other men, will you?

 

But he was different.

 

Seol Mujin’s gaze that rested on Namgung Hyemin was as brief as an instant.

 

His emotionless gaze, like looking at a pile of stones stacked to shoulder height, dripped with honey when it turned to his siblings.

 

“We haven’t even eaten properly. Let’s go downtown and buy something delicious.”

 

At Seol Mujin’s words, Seol Ryeoseon chimed in.

 

“Right! I briefly tasted the food, and the Namgung Family’s cooks aren’t very skilled.”

 

When Seol Mantong shouted “I want Five-Spice Braised Pork!” Seol Changho responded with “Ten-Treasure Vegetables!”

 

As Seol Mujin and the triplets moved away, Hwangbo Hyeonguk left with a greeting of “Sister, I’ll be going now” and hurriedly followed after them.

 

Hwangbo Ryeoseon also pushed away Namgung Hyemin’s hand that was holding her arm.

 

“Well then, see you later, pretty little sister.”

 

For the first time in her life, she wanted to burst into hearty laughter.

 

She knew well how arrogant Namgung Hyemin had been, trusting in her own beauty.

 

Many men knew this too, but despite knowing it, every single one of them had fallen before Namgung Hyemin’s beauty without exception.

 

She was beautiful even in the eyes of Hwangbo Ryeoseon, who was also a woman.

 

But for the first time, Namgung Hyemin had failed to receive a man’s attention.

 

It was so satisfying, and even though she thought “Oh my, what am I doing,” it was hard to suppress her laughter.

 

“Master Seol! Let’s go together!”

 

Hwangbo Ryeoseon hurriedly caught up to walk shoulder to shoulder with Seol Mujin.

 

Though Seol Ryeoseon scolded her with “Why are you acting so friendly?” she brazenly replied, “I’m not acting friendly, we are friends.”

 

Among Seol Mujin’s group, only Seol Mantong looked back toward Namgung Hyemin.

 

The way he smacked his lips was annoying even though he was just a kid.

 

Namgung Hyemin wondered if this situation was even real.

 

A man who showed absolutely no interest in her!

 

The first thought that came to mind was “Is he not a man?”

 

But since he wasn’t a woman, he must be a man.

 

The second possibility was that Seol Mujin preferred men.

 

“Yes, that’s it. That has to be it.”

 

But it still felt unpleasant.

 

Her beauty was a charm that worked fatally regardless of sexual preference.

 

Were his eyes wrong?

 

If his standards of beauty were different from others, that could be possible.

 

Countless possibilities swirled through her mind.

 

Whichever it was, Seol Mujin had shocked Namgung Hyemin.

 

“Hyemin!”

 

From the loudness of Namgung Cheolsang’s voice, it seemed he had already called her a couple of times.

 

Namgung Hyemin quickly came to her senses and turned her head.

 

“I never knew there would be a man you couldn’t handle.”

 

“Indeed.”

 

Her gaze remained on the departing Seol Mujin.

 

“Who exactly is this person called Seol Mujin?”

 

“Other than being a head constable in Jinan and being close to the Hwangbo Family Estate, I know nothing else.”

 

“What kind of relationship does he have with Sister Ryeoseon?”

 

Namgung Cheolsang shook his head.

 

“I’m not sure.”

 

“A head constable in Jinan, you say. That’s what you’re saying.”

 

Namgung Hyemin, who had been muttering, asked.

 

“But why were you trying to detain this person called Seol Mujin?”

 

Namgung Hyemin was unaware of the secret relationship between the Namgung Clan and the Third Prince.

 

“It’s a matter on which the fate of the Namgung Clan hangs, but unfortunately I cannot tell you about it yet.”

 

“There are secrets in the Namgung Clan that I don’t know about?”

 

“Don’t dwell on it. Neither this matter, nor that matter.”

 

Namgung Cheolsang cast his gaze toward the departing “that matter” – Seol Mujin’s group.

 

Seol Mujin’s group, having passed through the gate, soon disappeared from view.

 

“Could Seol Mujin’s words be true? What if they’re false? What if he at least saw the letter?”

 

If he wasn’t just a simple government official but was so close to the Hwangbo Family Estate, he might reveal secrets.

 

“What should I do about this matter?”

 

As Namgung Cheolsang’s worries deepened, Namgung Hyemin spoke.

 

“If this family secret has something to do with Seol Mujin, please tell me that secret.”

 

“What did you say?”

 

“Then I’ll solve your concerns about Seol Mujin for you.”

 

“Without even knowing what those concerns are?”

 

“Whatever it is, if it involves a man, there’s no way I can’t solve it. Isn’t that right?”

 

***

 

Won Baeguk, the Bang-ju of Oryongbang, habitually stroked his beard that reached down to his navel.

 

With his appearance and his weapon being a crescent blade, Won Baeguk was called the reincarnation of Guan Yu.

 

It was rather amusing that the Bang-ju of Shandong Province’s greatest black path faction would be called the reincarnation of Guan Yu.

 

“What have you found out so far?”

 

At Won Baeguk’s question, chief administrator Wang Doseok bowed his head.

 

“I apologize. We were unable to identify the real culprit in the end.”

 

Won Baeguk tapped the table with his index finger as he spoke.

 

“So all that’s revealed on the surface is just a head constable named Seol Mujin.”

 

“I think we should also consider the possibility that Seol Mujin is the culprit behind the Suryangbang massacre.”

 

Won Baeguk’s head moved left and right without a moment’s hesitation.

 

“It makes no sense that a mere head constable single-handedly swept through Suryangbang.”

 

Wang Doseok agreed with that, and others thought the same.

 

Such a master couldn’t possibly be working as a mere head constable.

 

“But according to our investigation, there are extraordinary aspects to Seol Mujin’s martial arts.”

 

“How many Suryangbang members did he kill? That much is something a skilled government soldier could easily do. But slaughtering fifty-four people including Suryangbang Bang-ju Bok Juryang in one go is a different story.”

 

Wang Doseok had nothing to say when it came to that point.

 

Bok Juryang alone was a master who ranked at the bottom of Shandong Province’s top hundred masters.

 

That such a force could be completely annihilated by a single head constable was impossible no matter how much imagination one employed.

 

“The weapon of whoever swept through Suryangbang was a sword, wasn’t it? Seol Mujin uses a short staff.”

 

“That’s what our investigation found.”

 

“So there’s definitely a master who uses a sword.”

 

No matter how much they investigated, Seol Mujin was the only person who had a grudge against Suryangbang at that time.

 

So Oryongbang had no choice but to focus their investigation only on matters related to Seol Mujin.

 

“How did the matter regarding Seol Mujin turn out?”

 

“We tried pressuring the Jenam Magistrate, but he’s stubborn. He says what Seol Mujin did in Jinan was official duty, and since he killed those who tried to kill a government official, there’s no crime.”

 

“Wasn’t it a matter of insufficient money?”

 

“He says he has no intention of dismissing Seol Mujin even if given ten million gold.”

 

“A government official who doesn’t move for money. How strange.”

 

“Seol Mujin’s reputation is exceptionally good. Even when we try to bribe other officials, they wave their hands dismissively as soon as Seol Mujin’s name comes up. It seems to be because his trust is so deep that there are rumors he’s the magistrate’s adopted son.”

 

“This is troublesome. Touching Seol Mujin means we’d have to fight the magistrate.”

 

Dealing with one low-ranking official isn’t difficult.

 

But a high-ranking official like a magistrate shouldn’t be carelessly touched by a murim faction.

 

“But we can’t just let the destruction of Suryangbang slide either.”

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