The Granddaughter of Manhyang Escort Bureau Hides Her Magic - Chapter 105

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Chapter 105

Ok Chifung glanced sideways at Mugyeol.

“If Seomseo Iron Fist dies, what will happen to the Strange Power Eighteen Fists?”

“His disciple will carry it on.”

Mugyeol chewed his lips and looked back at Heo Ganghan.

“Do you have a disciple?”

“I have no such thing.”

Mugyeol looked at Ok Chifung again.

“If what this man says is true, then the Strange Power Eighteen Fists will disappear the moment he dies.”

“That too is the fate of the defeated. Step aside.”

Mugyeol looked back at Seomseo Iron Fist Heo Ganghan.

“Please quickly beg for your life.”

Mugyeol’s life-saving efforts were unexpected. But for Heo Ganghan, it was a lifeline dropped from heaven.

Though he had no intention of begging for his life after losing in a death match, there was one last thing he wanted to do.

“Why are you trying to save him?”

Ok Chifung asked.

If Mugyeol wanted to show mercy, he couldn’t grant the request but could at least understand it.

However, Mugyeol gave a completely different answer than Ok Chifung expected.

“It would be a waste for the Strange Power Eighteen Fists to disappear. I want to learn it.”

“What?”

“What?”

Ok Chifung and Seomseo Iron Fist opened their mouths simultaneously.

That small fellow had startled both men with just one sentence.

Not understanding what the problem was, Mugyeol looked back and forth between Ok Chifung and Heo Ganghan.

Ok Chifung frowned, and Heo Ganghan burst into laughter.

“What an oddball I’ve encountered.”

“Mugyeol, aren’t you learning the sword?”

“Whether it’s Sword Technique or Fist Technique, as long as I can become stronger, it doesn’t matter. Is there any reason I can’t learn Seomseo Iron Fist’s Strange Power Eighteen Fists?”

Ok Chifung clicked his tongue.

Mugyeol was young and had little learning.

So he could say such things.

Each martial art had its own suitable Mind Method.

Therefore, martial artists built Internal Energy using different Mind Methods according to their affiliated groups, operated them according to incantations, and moved according to sword techniques.

On the other hand, the Mind Method Mugyeol learned at Manhyang Express was less efficient but unbiased toward any side, focusing on stability.

So while martial arts had wide expandability, it was that much harder to achieve mastery.

Ok Chifung saw infinite possibilities in Mugyeol, and therefore hoped Mugyeol would break away from Manhyang Express’s Family Martial Arts and carefully choose martial arts to learn and explore deeply.

That was the way for Mugyeol, who had the Heavenly Bone Constitution and belonged to no martial sect, to become strong.

But now he could see that Mugyeol seemed intent on making anything that looked strong his own.

What outrageous greed was this.

‘More than that, is it possible? His body is like blank paper that can absorb anything, emphasizing stability in Mind Method…’

Ok Chifung recalled his cultivation with Mugyeol.

Whenever he taught something new, the child easily mastered it and created no prejudices or habits in the process.

Like ink soaking into clean white paper, he absorbed it completely.

Without forgetting what came before, each time unfolding new paper, absorbing, and absorbing again…

When those gathered together, they would become a thick book.

‘Truly frightening talent. A cultivation method I never thought of.’

Ok Chifung stared intently at Mugyeol.

Encyclopedia-style cultivation. Was such a thing possible?

‘With the Heavenly Bone Constitution and being a genius too, perhaps… it might be possible.’

“Do as you wish.”

Ok Chifung stepped back.

Mugyeol’s face brightened momentarily, but only for a moment.

To get what he wanted, there was a problem he had to solve first.

If you wanted rice cake, you had to persuade the person who would give you rice cake first.

Mugyeol stared intently at Heo Ganghan.

“Kahahaha, you’re an interesting fellow. But I refuse.”

Heo Ganghan rejected him.

Ok Chifung, who had expected this, let out a low sigh.

For a martial artist, teaching one’s martial arts was no different from giving away one’s entire life.

‘But that fellow wouldn’t know that.’

Since Mugyeol had learned martial arts without ever being rejected by anyone, it wasn’t unreasonable for him to think he could learn if he just asked.

“Please…”

“Mugyeol, step back.”

This was enough time given to Mugyeol.

Heo Ganghan’s end was not far off.

The smell of the Corpse Flower grew thicker as time passed.

Ok Chifung had words he needed to ask and answers he needed to hear before then.

Understanding that even giving him this brief time was a concession from Ok Chifung, Mugyeol hesitantly stepped back.

Ok Chifung glanced at Mugyeol and sent telepathy to Heo Ganghan.

「Tell me about the medicine.」

「I don’t know.」

Heo Ganghan also responded immediately with telepathy.

「Whether you know or not, you will meet death today even without my sword.」

「…I don’t know.」

Ok Chifung frowned.

「I don’t know how you fell for the Demon Cult’s wicked schemes, but come to your senses even now. Do you truly intend to die with your name dishonored?」

「Does washing already dirty clothes make old clothes into new ones? Nothing will change.」

Most of the terrible deeds known to have been committed by Seomseo Iron Fist were actually done by Demon Cult members.

But they came to be mistakenly known as his doing because of the medicine.

Seomseo Iron Fist had reached a wall in his martial arts cultivation and turned to the Demon Cult’s medicine.

Once he experienced the medicine’s effects, he couldn’t stop.

He visited the places the Demon Cult members called him to several times to obtain plenty of medicine.

That was all he did, but…

Now he had no lingering attachment to his name or martial arts.

However, if there was one thing he hoped for, if they would grant that!

Heo Ganghan’s emotions became intense as he recalled again the reason he had pursued Mugyeol.

Blood burst from his mouth.

“Listen here!”

Ok Chifung sheathed his sword and quickly struck pressure points.

However, he couldn’t stop the blood flowing from the seven orifices.

“Kheuk, that child… bring that child to me…”

While dying, Heo Ganghan gestured toward Mugyeol.

Mugyeol, who had been watching Heo Ganghan, quickly approached and fearlessly put his ear to the man’s mouth.

“…Something to say, words I want to convey… words I must convey before I die…”

Piecing together the intermittent words revealed why Heo Ganghan had coveted Mugyeol’s artifact.

“You have words you want to convey to someone. I’ll deliver them. So please tell me.”

“Can you… make such a promise?”

Just as Mugyeol was about to nod, Ok Chifung quickly stopped him.

“Mugyeol, for martial artists, a promise is as weighty as a debt of gratitude.”

Mugyeol nodded and took Heo Ganghan’s hand.

Chifung clicked his tongue and pressed his forehead at Mugyeol’s hasty promise.

“I promise.”

“My chest, search my chest… Aaaahhh!”

Suddenly Heo Ganghan rolled his eyes back and screamed.

Chifung quickly pulled Mugyeol back, but instead the boy clung to Heo Ganghan’s chest.

Mugyeol pulled out a letter and a book from Heo Ganghan’s chest.

At that moment, Heo Ganghan’s rolled-back pupils returned to their proper place.

Even as all his blood vessels burst and his organs melted, he clung to life. It was truly tremendous willpower.

“…Come closer… I’ll give… to you. The letter to Yoonyeong Yeonhwaru… to Heo Sol…”

“You want me to deliver the letter to Heo Sol at Yoonyeong Yeonhwaru?”

Heo Ganghan nodded briefly but definitively.

“I will definitely deliver it. So please give me the Strange Power Eighteen Fists of the Seomseo Iron Fist Technique!”

Even while agreeing to Heo Ganghan’s request, Mugyeol didn’t abandon his desire for martial arts until the very end.

Heo Ganghan saw his own youth in Mugyeol.

Those days when he wanted to learn, wanted to become stronger.

At the end of that path, he had taken the wrong road and ended up in this state, but back then he too had sparkled brightly like Mugyeol.

‘If only I had a little more time. Then I might have taught him a move or two.’

Facing death, regrets both small and large came flooding in alternately.

One of them was not having taken a disciple.

‘I suppose the Strange Power Eighteen Fists will end here too.’

“Mister! Try to stay conscious!”

‘Or will it?’

Heo Ganghan, barely holding onto his fading consciousness, moved his lips slightly.

“The… secret manual… I give to you.”

Those became his final words.

His head dropped down and the strength left his hand that had been gripping Mugyeol.

Seomseo Iron Fist Heo Ganghan, once called the righteous hero of Seomsu, had died.

Leaving behind a single letter and one secret manual containing the incantations of the Strange Power Eighteen Fists.

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“You’re safe, right? Then that’s good. Contact me again next time, Mugyeol.”

With a pop sound, Mugyeol’s figure in the hand mirror disappeared.

A smile appeared on Shin Ah’s lips as she set down the hand mirror.

‘Mugyeol received an escort mission request from Seomseo Iron Fist.’

Since he wasn’t an Escort Warrior yet, it couldn’t officially be called receiving an escort mission request, but since he was asked to deliver a letter, it was essentially the same thing.

‘And he cleverly received payment for the escort mission too. The boy is really smart.’

Seomseo Iron Fist Heo Ganghan’s Strange Power Eighteen Fists.

To receive a secret manual containing the essence of that fist technique as payment for an escort mission was impressive and admirable.

Shin Ah, who had been smiling contentedly, thought of one question and tilted her head.

‘But how did he end up meeting Seomseo Iron Fist Heo Ganghan?’

Mugyeol had left out the parts about Heo Ganghan attacking him for the artifact and dying.

It was to avoid worrying Shin Ah.

Due to the information gap, many questions arose, but it was impossible to contact the person who could provide answers.

‘What on earth happened?’

Lost in various thoughts, she had far exceeded her usual bedtime.

Her eyelids drooped drowsily. Shin Ah yawned lazily and closed her eyes just like that.

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