The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

An orphan with no one in the world.

Working day and night, he bought martial arts manuals from the streets one by one.

Heaven gave Cheongun talent, then took away everything else needed to make it bloom.

The training he started at a late age shone brilliantly instead, and he could grow stronger faster than anyone.

However, the accident that shattered his dantian stole away Cheongun’s entire life.

With his outstanding talent, he succeeded in creating martial arts he could use himself, but that was all.

It wasn’t as if his broken dantian would return.

What he saw once, he never forgot.

He could understand things as if he had seen them many times.

But the moment his dantian shattered, that became a curse instead.

A curse of being close to omniscient, yet never able to be omnipotent.

He wanted to finish his end as a martial artist at least, but before the massive current called the Jeongma Great War, a grain of sand could become nothing at all.

It wasn’t even a great attack—he died caught up in a battle between big shots of the Demonic Sect and Righteous Sect.

How could there be nothing but injustice in life?

In his fading consciousness and blurring vision, Cheongun felt even pain with familiarity.

Then, he heard a voice.

If you could be reborn, what would you want most?

Or not?

Was it not someone else’s voice, but his own?

It didn’t matter anyway.

Though he knew answering would be meaningless, Cheongun looked up at the sky and clouds reddened with blood, contrary to his name, and answered quietly.

“…A wealthy family.”

A wealthy family.

Not simply a wealthy family, but one that had everything, and could obtain what it didn’t have.

It would be more fitting to call it a clan.

This was Cheongun’s last words.

Just a wealthy family.

He could feel someone stepping over his body.

Probably people in similar circumstances to himself, participating in the Jeongma Great War.

The footsteps of those who had lost all sense of comradeship seemed to awaken his fading consciousness, but he had already lost too much blood.

‘Haah…’

Who knew it would be this comfortable?

If he had known it would be like this, should he have let everything go long ago?

“….”

His consciousness had clearly faded away, and now even sensation in his body had disappeared.

Since no one had experienced what lay beyond death, Cheongun felt somewhat puzzled.

Was this what awaited beyond death?

There was nothing?

He tried to open his eyes slightly, but they wouldn’t open easily.

“Why isn’t our Young Master crying?”

An unfamiliar voice.

A voice he had never heard before.

“…I’m sorry, Young Master!”

Who was that apology directed to?

As soon as he had that thought, his bottom stung hotly.

“Waah! Waah!!”

So I was the target of that apology.

Before he could even think about what was happening, Cheongun lost consciousness.

After that, he seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

Then, when he could finally open his eyes, his mind returned as well.

‘I’ve become… a child.’

Strangely, it wasn’t that surprising.

Adapting wasn’t that difficult either.

When people die, they just become someone else and are reborn.

That was the only thought that came to him.

However, Cheongun suspected that something had gone wrong and he still had memories from his previous life.

That was just his guess though.

He didn’t miss his previous life, nor did he want to remember it.

If he could, he would have completely erased those memories, but the knowledge he had gained wandering here and there back then would be useful someday.

“Son. You need to eat, don’t you?”

Having to suckle milk while retaining his previous mentality was the only ordeal, if it could be called an ordeal.

“Madame. It’s time.”

“Already? Just a moment. Cheongun needs to eat first.”

This was the first time since his mind had returned.

Wondering what was happening, he deliberately closed his eyes, finished eating, and went with Mother to where the servants guided them.

There, a man who appeared to be Father and three elders were present.

“Hooh… that child…”

“Even though he’s still a newborn, his eyes seem alive.”

“Thank you. Since you elders say so, I’m even more pleased.”

What could it be?

Though he didn’t know for sure, those elders.

They were definitely not ordinary elders.

“Now, please lay him down here.”

Left alone, Cheongun looked back and forth between the elder and Father with bright, alert eyes.

“We’ll begin.”

The elders exchanged glances, then extended their hands and began circulating their internal energy.

Internal energy flowing in.

‘This is… Bone Cleansing and Marrow Washing?’

That Bone Cleansing and Marrow Washing that creates a body optimized for martial artists.

Something he couldn’t even dream of before, and he was already receiving it.

“Hmm?”

“Oho…”

“My word, what is this…”

But the elders’ expressions filled with interest so intense it felt wicked.

They had never seen meridians so clean and vast.

They couldn’t sense even a bit of impure energy, but no matter how much of a newborn, impure energy accumulates little by little from the moment one is born into this world and takes their first breath.

“Is there… some problem?”

“Hehe, not at all.”

“The Manor Lord need not worry.”

Cheongun’s father was someone even masters capable of performing Bone Cleansing and Marrow Washing showed some deference to.

He still knew nothing about Father, but what kind of person could he be?

‘The size of the manor so vast you can’t see the end…’

The height of the manor hall was so high he couldn’t fully grasp it.

Seeing the gold decorating the walls here and there, it seemed this was no ordinary special family.

“Manor Lord. Right now, Bone Cleansing and Marrow Washing seems unnecessary.”

“That’s right. In all things, timing is important. When the time comes, he should receive it again.”

“Is that so? Hehe…”

A smile containing both worry and joy at the same time.

Didn’t this mean the son he had after ten years had considerable talent?

“It’s good to feed him things that are beneficial to the body. However, you must maintain the harmony of yin and yang well.”

“Please share your wisdom with us.”

“First of all….”

Starting with medicinal herbs, the names of all sorts of spiritual medicines began pouring out.

Though I didn’t know them well, I could recognize famous ones like ten-thousand-year snow ginseng flowing out one after another.

‘When someone does that, it’s usually one of two things.’

Either practicing medicine, or manufacturing poison.

Anyway, spiritual medicines—before, I couldn’t even get proper meals, let alone spiritual medicines.

“Thank you. I will not forget this kindness.”

“Haha, calling it kindness when I haven’t even done anything proper. That’s not right.”

“Exactly. Rather, this old man is simply satisfied to have such a close connection with the patriarch of Cheongeumjang.”

‘Cheongeumjang?’

It was a place I had heard of even before I died.

Originally, it was a place no one didn’t know about.

There were even absurd rumors that they held half the wealth of this vast land.

Surprisingly, there were also stories that this wasn’t far from the truth—that place was Cheongeumjang.

The “cheon” in Cheongeumjang isn’t cheon meaning thousand.

It’s cheon meaning heaven.

“Does our eldest son have talent in martial arts….”

“Honey. Did it go well?”

“Yes. Our Cheongun seems to have a very clean body.”

“That’s because we’ve been feeding him only good things.”

“Haha. Originally, the body follows the mind. Your righteous heart must have made Cheongun this way.”

It was amazing.

A harmonious couple.

For a moment, I recalled the father from before who had killed my mother with his own hands and even tried to kill Cheongun, then the thought passed.

I didn’t particularly feel any desire for revenge either.

Because I had heard he lived miserably and died miserably.

“Look at Cheongun’s expression. I think he resembles you.”

“Hahaha. He seems to have calm and deep eyes.”

Receiving his parents’ smiles for the first time, Cheongun also showed a slight smile.

“Oh my! Cheongun!”

“He seems to understand what we’re saying.”

Just receiving such proud smiles seemed to make one feel good.

From this day forward, Cheongun consistently received everyone’s attention and love.

From bitter concoctions made by boiling all sorts of precious herbs to the honey bath preparations that the three elders had been putting off.

These were arduous tasks that other children would find difficult to handle properly, but not for Cheongun.

Every moment was happiness.

An environment that went beyond abundance, allowing the efforts he had made to the point of death to have even higher efficiency than before.

Plus his parents’ unstinting love.

He was very pleased with this completely changed environment from before.

Previously, all he had was his own body.

Even that wasn’t really at the level of having it completely.

Now he had so much more besides his body.

‘If you have a lot….’

You tend to have many enemies too.

Moreover, this was Cheongeumjang.

The only son created through ten years of effort.

That was the eldest son of Cheongeumjang.

Having lived one life, Cheongun knew well how difficult it was to protect something.

So he would need to reach a level that couldn’t even be coveted.

In all aspects.

For that, creating a dantian first was important.

If he created a dantian at his current age, he would be able to accumulate the power of the precious medicinal materials he was consuming.

‘Whew….’

There wasn’t much time for that.

Though Father was busy so he didn’t see him often, Mother tried not to let Cheongun out of her sight.

In the end, the time when Mother was asleep.

And the time when the servants weren’t paying attention was the only time he could train.

‘Let’s concentrate.’

He was confident in this part.

How much effort had he put in just to create one dantian.

Cheongun had somehow managed to stay close by even when Father and Mother were training.

Cheoneuisimgong , which could be called Cheongeumjang’s exclusive mental cultivation method.

The name of the mental method itself was arrogant.

Heaven’s will.

However, Cheoneuisimgong was a mental method superior to anything Cheongun had seen while traveling all over the world.

If there was the most important part of Cheoneuisimgong, it was the point of extending one breath to one gak.

Though it seemed impossible, Cheongun thought there was no such thing as impossible.

First, he would extend his breathing to about one da-gyeong, then gradually lengthen it.

It was fine if it was impossible today.

Even the moment of striving to achieve this was one of Cheoneuisimgong’s training methods.

Without relaxing his tension, he inhaled while naturally gathering internal energy in his dantian.

It was not an easy, no, a very difficult process.

Usually, breathing should be steady and comfortable to better utilize internal energy.

The training that started from ja-si (11 PM-1 AM) finally ended when in-si (3-5 AM) came.

Though he hadn’t reached even half of one gak yet, it was a respectable result for his first training.

Let’s not be impatient.

Right now, he was starting several years faster than others.

Three years like that.

Cheongun, who had made the same effort at the same time every single day without missing one, was finally able to create a dantian the size of a fingernail.

“Huh, such pure internal energy….”

Not even a speck of impurity was attached.

The honey baths he had received from time to time had also played a big role.

He had succeeded in creating a dantian at the mere age of five.

During that time, he had also completely grasped the basic structure of Cheongeumjang.

Though he couldn’t go far yet due to his young age, he had finished identifying how many people were here.

“Young Master– You’re awake, right?”

The voice of Soun, Cheongun’s dedicated maid, could be heard.

He had been caught once before, but had gotten away with it by pretending to sleep while sitting.

“Yeah. Come in.”

Now that he had gotten quite used to children’s speech patterns, it came out smoothly.

“Young Master always wakes up first, don’t you?”

“Yeah. You seem to have come a little early today?”

“That’s right! Today is an important day. You heard about it before, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I heard.”

The former patriarch of Cheongeumjang.

Today was the day to visit the grandfather who had made Cheongeumjang, which had been an ordinary place, into its current position—a grandfather who would leave his name in history.

“This is your first time seeing the Former Patriarch, right?”

“Yeah. What kind of person is he?”

“…He’s an incredible person. Practically more than the Emperor himself…”

Amazing stories keep flowing out.

Let it go in one ear and out the other.

Someone I’d only heard the name of.

Today is the day I meet that historical figure I’d only glimpsed from afar—not as an ordinary observer, but as the person who will lead the next Cheongeumjang.

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