The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 171
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Legend of the Evil Martial God
Chapter 171
The Chief Steward was slightly taken aback by Jeok Wigang’s casual request for the top floor.
With ten gold taels, most people would choose the seventh floor or below, but Jeok Wigang was different.
The Chief Steward examined the clothing of Jeok Wigang’s group.
Their attire was more modest than expected.
“Haha! How generous of you. The room rental fee is paid in advance.”
“Give it to him.”
At Jeok Wigang’s words, Jin Muryang pulled out a receipt from his chest and handed it over.
“Here, a ten gold tael receipt.”
The Chief Steward quickly glanced through the bundle of receipts Jin Muryang had taken out.
Even at a rough estimate, it looked to be worth at least a hundred gold taels.
‘The god of wealth has come today.’
The Chief Steward smiled brightly and bowed his waist.
“Please follow me. I’ll guide you.”
***
The top floor used an entire level and was open on all sides, giving no feeling of stuffiness.
Jeok Wigang took a seat by the window overlooking the city and watched the fabric shop.
Jin Muryang and Ye Yahyeon also sat beside him and watched the fabric shop.
“We can see much better from here.”
“Yeah. Interesting. Who would have thought they’d actually be running a fabric shop.”
“It’s amazing that they’re not just selling fabric but also making clothes.”
While the three were conversing, the Chief Steward came up with some women.
“Hahaha. Sorry to keep you waiting. These children here are the most popular ones in our pleasure house.”
Jin Muryang waved his hand dismissively.
“We don’t need them, so just bring up a drinking table.”
“What? You don’t need them?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry, but… in our establishment, this is standard service.”
“Why is this so complicated? Fine. Then tell them to sit over there and sing.”
What kind of man is he?
No, to show such a wooden expression even when looking at such beautiful women.
The Chief Steward soon shook his head.
The customer is king.
Whatever it is, as long as it satisfies the customer, that’s enough.
“Understood, sir. How would you like the drinking table prepared?”
“The best you have.”
“The finest drinking table costs ten gold taels.”
“Yeah. Bring it up.”
No hesitation at all.
Usually people would think it over at least once at this point.
The Chief Steward instructed the courtesans to play music and sing, then went back downstairs.
Listening to the melodies while watching the fabric shop made it less boring.
“Oh? Look over there.”
Looking in the direction Jin Muryang pointed, government soldiers were running toward the fabric shop.
“That magistrate’s son must have gone and tattled.”
“To think they’d try to catch Baek Ryeongso with mere government soldiers. Now those bastards are all dead men.”
The three people watched with fascinated expressions.
“Come out!”
At the government soldier’s shout, the fabric shop owner came out.
“What’s the matter?”
“I heard you insulted the Young Master here. Is that true?”
“Insulted? I never did such a thing.”
When the fabric shop owner denied it, The Man who had led the government soldiers became furious.
“Didn’t you insult me earlier! Saying I dressed strangely and that the clothes I wear are pitiful!”
“That wasn’t an insult but a fact, wasn’t it? I was stating the truth, not intending to insult you.”
The government soldiers sighed at the fabric shop owner’s words.
“Why are you making a big deal out of something that could just be overlooked?”
“Then, are you telling me to send my precious children to someone who dresses like that? I can’t do that.”
The government soldiers’ gazes turned to The Man.
He really was dressed terribly.
The color coordination was a complete mess too.
Even if someone deliberately tried to dress that badly, it would be hard to achieve.
But The Man was the son of the magistrate they served.
They had no choice but to follow orders.
“Sorry, but you’ll have to come with us to the Government Office.”
“On what charges?”
“Insult charges.”
“What nonsense about insults. Go give that guy a bath instead. The smell is overwhelming – how long has it been since he washed?”
It was a fact they knew well themselves.
But there was nothing they could do.
He hated washing more than death itself.
“If you keep acting like this, we’ll have no choice but to take you by force.”
“Hah… Are you saying you want to try?”
“What?”
“I’m from the Martial World. Don’t you know about the non-interference between government and martial arts?”
“What are you talking about? Why would someone from the Martial World be running a fabric shop?”
“I have my circumstances.”
“I can’t believe it. If you’re from the Martial World, show us your martial arts.”
“Damn it! Really!”
The fabric shop owner scratched his head vigorously.
Then he kept looking around nervously.
“What are you looking for?”
“Nothing, just in case.”
Just in case of what?
“Phew, I don’t see any suspicious people.”
Relieved, he looked at the government soldiers and grinned wickedly.
“The only time I display my martial arts is when I’m killing people… You’re all lucky. You get to observe my martial arts without dying.”
The government soldiers instantly felt chills run down their spines.
“I’ve shown you, so now leave.”
The government soldiers tilted their heads in confusion.
He hadn’t even moved, so what had he shown them?
“You didn’t even move.”
At the soldier’s words, the fabric shop owner smiled coldly and said.
“You all came back from the dead.”
As he said this, he gestured with his eyes toward their chests.
The moment the soldiers, sensing something strange, looked down at their chests.
“Gasp!”
A straight sword wound had appeared on their armor, though they hadn’t seen when it was made.
“Wh-when?”
“Consider yourselves lucky.”
They hadn’t even seen him move.
Yet it wasn’t just one or two people – every single government soldier who had come to this place had sword wounds carved into their chests.
If that man had harbored ill intent and attacked them for real?
Shiver-.
Goosebumps rose on their skin.
They wouldn’t be standing here like this right now.
“Now, it’s been confirmed, so why don’t you withdraw?”
“Y-yes, understood.”
He watched with a smirk as the soldiers fled in panic, clutching their startled hearts.
“I gave them a proper warning, so they won’t dare come near again.”
Then he began looking around the area again.
Jin Muryang, who had watched this scene from the pavilion, smiled coldly and said.
“That brat Baek Ryeongso. His mastery of the Soul-Destroying Lightning Sword has improved even more.”
“He’s put in a lot of effort even while doing business.”
He was certain from the martial arts just displayed.
“It’s definitely Baek Ryeongso. Shall we go meet him?”
“He’s definitely looking around nervously after using his martial arts.”
Jeok Wigang smiled.
“Let’s watch a bit more. This is interesting.”
He wanted to keep watching because this different side of Baek Ryeongso was amusing.
“Will that magistrate’s son really give up like this?”
“Who knows? Won’t he give up? From what I saw, he seemed a bit lacking.”
“That’s exactly why he might not give up. Now that he knows he’s a martial artist, he might ask other martial artists for help.”
“Oh! That could happen.”
“Sounds like it could be interesting, doesn’t it? Let’s watch while drinking.”
***
The magistrate’s office in Baekli County, Gangseoseong Province.
The magistrate frowned as he looked with disdain at his son crying loudly under the blanket, then came outside and asked his aide.
“Why is this fool acting like this again?”
At the magistrate’s question, the aide spoke carefully.
“It seems he went to buy clothes during the day and came back after being humiliated.”
“What? Which bastard dared to humiliate my son!”
“Well… they said they couldn’t sell clothes to someone who can’t dress properly and threw him out.”
“What kind of bastard deserving death would do that! If someone can’t dress properly, you should sell them proper clothes so they can dress properly! Where is that damn bastard! You brought him here, right?”
“That is… we couldn’t bring him.”
“What? Go bring him right now!”
“He’s a martial artist.”
“What are you talking about?”
“That clothing store owner is a martial artist, so the soldiers couldn’t do anything.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. They say he cut through the front of their training armor before the soldiers could even react.”
“What? You mean they were attacked?”
“No, it wasn’t that he was attacked. He was told to demonstrate his martial arts for confirmation.”
At those words, Jihyeon’s eyebrows trembled.
“So? You’re saying you can’t catch him?”
“How can we catch him? Didn’t I just tell you? He cut the front of the armor before the government soldiers even realized it. He’s not just a master, but an incredible master. You know what level the martial arts of the government soldiers at the county office are, don’t you?”
“Then, my son was humiliated and came back, and we’re just going to watch? Come up with a method! Isn’t that what you do?”
Hyeonseung cursed a bucketful inwardly, but outwardly smiled with a good-natured expression as he spoke.
“The only method is to have a fellow martial artist teach that guy a lesson.”
“But you said he’s strong. A mediocre martial artist wouldn’t stand a chance, would they?”
“Should we put in a request to a martial arts sect?”
“Do you know any places?”
“The orthodox sects… wouldn’t want to do this kind of work. If we’re going to make a request, we’d have to go to a Demonic Faction sect.”
“Aren’t those guys the ones who just kill people randomly?”
“They used to be like that, but these days they seem to be watching their step because of Heavenly Martial City.”
“Really? Then it’s okay?”
“I’m not sure either. Should I go and ask around first?”
“Hmm. You have to make sure they don’t know we ordered it.”
“Don’t I know that? I’ll proceed without anyone knowing.”
“Ah! Make sure to tell them absolutely not to kill him. Tell them to just teach him a moderate lesson.”
“Understood.”
Hyeonseung bowed his head respectfully.
A good-natured smile still hung on his lips, but inwardly he muttered.
‘Sigh. I’m already dying from all the work I have, and now there’s just more to do…’
***
The Chief Steward of Chwihwaru shook his head back and forth.
“He’s been eating and drinking for three days already.”
“Amazing. Just amazing.”
“The sales have already exceeded one hundred gold taels. He’s truly a god of wealth.”
“Make sure not to offend him in any way.”
“Yes! I’ve repeatedly warned the courtesans as well. I told them not to act rashly.”
“But he really only ate and drank, and didn’t touch any of the courtesans?”
“Yes. He doesn’t even glance at them, to the point where the courtesans come out with their pride hurt.”
“Doesn’t he like them?”
“That can’t be it. I only put in girls that everyone’s dying to meet.”
“This is damaging to our pride, so we can’t let it continue. How about we mention this to Miss Cheonhyangwha?”
“No matter how indifferent those guys are, they won’t be able to act that way in front of the Miss.”
The Chief Steward stroked his chin.
“Miss Cheonhyangwha only moves when her heart is inclined to do so. You know she’s someone who won’t even budge if it doesn’t suit her fancy, even if you bring her a thousand gold pieces.”
“But aren’t you curious? Whether those guys would really act like that even after seeing the Miss.”
Honestly, he was curious.
“Alright. I’ll go and subtly ask for the Miss’s opinion.”
***
The reason Chwihwaru could achieve such great fame was because of a Woman called Cheonhyangwha.
She had radiant skin as if it held moonlight, eyes like the Milky Way had been scattered across them, lips that gleamed like jade, and a well-balanced yet firm figure.
Men who saw her all said the same thing.
That it was like emerging from a sweet dream.
But not just anyone could meet her.
You could only meet her if she decided she wanted to meet you.
Though Chwihwaru had a separate brothel keeper, even the brothel keeper couldn’t act carelessly toward her.
In Cheonhyangwha’s Room, the Chief Steward was kneeling and prostrating himself before her.
“I hear there are some interesting guests.”
“Are you referring to the guests on the top floor?”
“Yes. That’s right. What kind of People are they?”
“They’re guests who have been renting the top floor for three days now, but they only consume Alcohol and food without even glancing at the courtesans. Every courtesan in Chwihwaru has entered that Room at least once, but none of them received so much as a look.”
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