The Granddaughter of Manhyang Escort Bureau Hides Her Magic - Chapter 100

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Chapter 100

-Juhwa wasn’t exaggerating. The branch office really almost exploded.

Shin Ah chattered away in the hand mirror.

Mugyeol listened intently, not wanting to miss a single word.

“Did you select the courier workers?”

-Yeah, I picked three people.

“You must have worked hard, Miss. You can rest easy now. Was it Next-Day Express? You’ll be starting that now too, right?”

-You remembered? Yeah, I’m planning to do that.

Though it was called Next-Day Express, in reality delivery from one end of Chang’an to the other was possible in the blink of an eye.

Whenever she had time, Shin Ah had been running around Chang’an creating maps that served as reference points for teleportation. Now delivery anywhere within Chang’an was possible within a day.

But delivering too quickly would likely draw unwanted attention, so Shin Ah promoted it as half-day express delivery and Next-Day Express delivery.

-But there’s a problem.

“What problem?”

-There are no Escort Warriors.

Shin Ah made a dejected expression. Mugyeol almost said he would return immediately.

Though even if he returned, it wasn’t like he could become an Escort Warrior.

‘Rather than talking about returning, training hard is what would help Miss.’

Mugyeol looked down at his palms, which had blisters from intense training.

Mugyeol had been extremely reducing his sleep lately to focus on cultivation. So much so that even Chifung tried to dissuade him.

‘Hey kid, even if you have a Heavenly Bone Constitution, pushing yourself like that will harm your body.’

It was warm advice, but it couldn’t stop Mugyeol’s training.

Still, he couldn’t worry his teacher, so Mugyeol would wait for Chifung to leave before running around everywhere and swinging his sword while reading the martial arts manual Chifung had given him.

-I talked too much about myself. How have you been lately? Are you still at that inn?

“Ah! Yes, yes.”

Mugyeol and Chifung had been staying in the small village where they bought the hand mirror for several days.

Whatever he was doing, for the past few days Chifung had been repeating the pattern of leaving early in the morning and returning at night.

“He said we’ll be back on the road soon.”

-Okay, be careful and contact me again.

Shin Ah waved her hand.

Soon Shin Ah disappeared and only Mugyeol’s face appeared in the hand mirror.

He had used three of the talismans Shin Ah gave him today. Even so, he couldn’t understand why he felt so regretful.

Mugyeol fiddled with the paper that had fallen to the ground.

‘I should have brought one more.’

He had deliberately brought exactly three talismans because he felt like he would tear them endlessly when seeing Shin Ah, but now he regretted it.

‘No, I did the right thing. If I keep using them extravagantly, what will I do later?’

Mugyeol pushed away his regret and gathered the paper scraps that had fallen to the ground.

He planned to put them in the inn’s fireplace to completely eliminate any traces.

Someone approached from behind Mugyeol.

Mugyeol stopped and raised his eyebrows. He had a bad feeling.

Mugyeol tried to run away quickly without looking back, but he was a step too late.

“Mmph!”

A large man covered Mugyeol’s mouth and squeezed him tightly with his arm.

“Mmph, mmph.”

Mugyeol struggled as he dangled in midair.

“Stay still. If you behave, I won’t kill you.”

Even without the warning delivered in an ominous voice, Mugyeol quickly realized he couldn’t handle this man.

Though he hadn’t yet learned how to assess an opponent’s internal energy or skills, being caught like this made it impossible not to know.

Just looking at the muscles of the arm that lifted him, the strength was extraordinary.

To have biceps as big as his own head.

“Did you understand what I said?”

Mugyeol slowly nodded.

The man released Mugyeol as if throwing him down.

Mugyeol rolled once on the bamboo forest floor, immediately got up, and stared directly at the man.

The man raised one corner of his mouth crookedly.

Despite trembling, the kid was not only pretending to be calm but glaring at him, which was quite amusing yet impressive.

“You brat, who is your master? The guy you travel with doesn’t seem to teach you anything special.”

“…….”

“Don’t think about deceiving me.”

The man had been following and observing Mugyeol ever since he accidentally saw the child using a strange artifact to talk with someone.

Though he traveled with a Mount Hua disciple, Mugyeol was not affiliated with Mount Hua. That was obvious at a glance.

‘Mount Hua guys always wear clothes embroidered with plum blossoms.’

Those from major sects were desperate to show their affiliation. But the clothes Mugyeol wore, though neat, had no connection to Mount Hua.

He had also seen him training, but he didn’t use Mount Hua’s sword techniques.

“I have no master.”

“Ha, you impudent brat, lying to me?”

The man threw a punch at Mugyeol. From observing for several days, he was certain the child had learned martial arts, but considering he was still a young child, he held back his strength as much as possible.

“Ugh!”

Caught off guard by the sudden punch, Mugyeol’s body flew more than a zhang, hit a bamboo tree, and fell to the ground.

Mugyeol curled up like a shrimp and gasped for breath.

From just one hit, it felt like all his ribs were broken. He couldn’t breathe or straighten his body.

Was this the power of the Central Plains martial world that his teacher had spoken of?

Despite the pain, Mugyeol found himself laughing.

That man was strong. That fact made Mugyeol’s blood boil.

The man approached with heavy steps, crouched in front of Mugyeol, and tapped his cheek.

“Who is your master?”

Mugyeol only opened and closed his mouth.

“Can’t speak? Well, it doesn’t matter. If he were someone great, he wouldn’t have raised his disciple to be this weak.”

Groveling after just one hit, what a weakling.

Mugyeol immediately overturned the man’s inner judgment.

“What do you want?”

Mugyeol gripped the man’s ankle. But the strength of that grip was considerable.

And the look in the child’s eyes as he gazed up at the man was extraordinary.

The intense gaze, so fierce that the whites of his eyes appeared blue, conveyed the message.

‘This one won’t be easily broken.’

The man immediately realized that Mugyeol, far from being broken by violence, was a vicious one who would bite like a viper and never let go until death.

‘He’s different from kids these days. It’s like seeing myself as a child. This one will become great.’

So he had to choose one of two options.

Kill him to eliminate future trouble, or spare him to create a connection.

The man thought carefully and chose the latter. He had a separate reason for approaching the child.

The man looked at Mugyeol with interested eyes and stepped back.

Mugyeol immediately got up from his spot, swaying as he clutched his stomach. The pain from the man’s hit still hadn’t subsided.

“Mugyeol?”

“……!”

“Don’t be surprised that I know your name.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I was taught.”

“Who?”

“The child in the hand mirror. Didn’t she call out incessantly? So here’s what I’m thinking.”

The man who met Mugyeol’s eyes grinned wickedly.

“I need to use that artifact for a bit.”

His lips stretched wide to both sides, revealing white teeth that didn’t match his filthy face.

“Hand it over right now.”

His eyes gleamed ominously.

* * *

Mugyeol hurriedly escaped from the bamboo forest. Though it wasn’t far to the inn, his entire body was drenched in sweat from tension.

As soon as Mugyeol reached his room, he poured water into a basin while breathing heavily.

Then he plunged his face into the basin to clear his mind.

“Puha.”

Mugyeol held his breath until he felt his lungs constricting, then lifted his head. Water droplets scattered in all directions from the momentum.

Since Ok Chifung, who had left at dawn, hadn’t returned yet, the lodging was quiet. So Mugyeol’s panting breath sounded like thunder.

‘I’m glad Master isn’t here.’

Mugyeol looked at his reflection in the now-calm water surface.

His cheek, struck by the stranger, was swollen. If Ok Chifung saw it, he would have to confess everything that happened in the bamboo forest.

‘I absolutely can’t get caught.’

He had to hide Shin Ah’s artifact, and he didn’t want to trouble Ok Chifung either.

‘Master is busy.’

Mugyeol quickly lay down and pulled the blanket over himself before Ok Chifung returned. And as he closed his eyes, naturally the events in the bamboo forest came to mind.

‘Seomseo Iron Fist… that’s what it was.’

The one who attacked Mugyeol was Heo Ganghan, the Seomseo Iron Fist that the inn people had been talking about.

Recalling the rumors that he had destroyed an entire village and crippled the constables, his body trembled involuntarily.

Fear and a strange thrill overwhelmed Mugyeol.

The fact that Mugyeol had been able to escape from Heo Ganghan moments ago was purely due to luck.

The man who had been pressuring him to hand over the artifact Shin Ah gave him suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed.

Mugyeol didn’t miss the opportunity and used his footwork technique to quickly escape from that place.

‘Is he dead?’

He looked back just once while fleeing.

The man’s eyes he saw then were vividly etched in his mind.

Red eyes.

Seomseo Iron Fist Heo Ganghan had bright red eyes that seemed either stained with blood or blazing with fire.

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