The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

A shocking scene unfolded before their eyes.

The inner thigh.

Right below the groin, a mark symbolizing the Demonic Sect was carved.

Everyone doubted their eyes.

Even Jinhyeon, who was the Patriarch’s senior brother, had no knowledge of this.

“These beasts worse than animals….”

The Patriarch’s voice, filled with deep rage, made all the Taoists flinch.

However, now was not the time to show anger.

Taking good care of those who were shocked was what the Patriarch should do.

“Everyone, listen.”

“Yes!”

“We will dispose of everything currently in the apothecary.”

“…Yes!”

“We will burn it all to nothing, so the apothecary will be rebuilt anew.”

The apothecary.

Even the one who made the elixirs was a spy of the Demonic Sect.

That meant poison might have been put into everything the entire Kunlun Sect used.

All necessary measures were taken.

Since they didn’t know what kind of poison it was, they would immediately seal the sect and check for poisoning.

Even if they weren’t poisoned, he had no intention of just letting it pass.

He would personally visit the Sichuan Tang Family.

The Patriarch, who had been thinking of such measures, suddenly hesitated.

“Did you confirm how he died?”

“It appears he was killed by poison.”

“Poison. Preserve the corpse intact. We need to check what kind of poison it was.”

“Yes!”

If he was killed by poison, wasn’t it all too obvious?

Cheongun, the Young Patriarch of Cheongeumjang.

That Cheongun had killed him.

It was a matter that could endanger the entire Kunlun Sect.

‘We have received a life-saving grace.’

The entire Kunlun Sect had received that favor.

Cheongun, the protagonist who had bestowed that favor, had already descended Gonryun Mountain and arrived at the inn.

He wasn’t particularly interested.

Originally, favors are most effective when bestowed like this.

Having the recipient ponder what they should offer in return.

“This is Gonlun Inn.”

“The scale isn’t that large.”

“…If you’re using Cheongeumjang as your standard, there probably won’t be a larger inn anywhere you go.”

It was a three-story inn with a cozy charm.

It was certainly large, but he had visited this place in his previous life anyway.

“Welcome. This is Gonlun Inn.”

“To the third floor.”

The third floor.

The third floor was a place used only by fairly wealthy people or martial artists.

“Yes! I’ll guide you this way.”

Following the guidance of the innkeeper whose expression had brightened, they headed to the third floor together, where a quiet atmosphere awaited them, unlike the first floor.

He could feel everyone’s gaze momentarily gathering on them before scattering again.

Sitting at the remaining window seat, he ordered some food appropriately and handed a gold coin to the innkeeper.

“A, a gold coin….”

“Is it enough for the food?”

“Ah, yes. It’s enough.”

“Good. Keep the rest.”

“Th, thank you!”

After ordering several expensive menu items, Cheongun looked out the window.

He had finished everything he needed to do at Kunlun.

He didn’t remember the exact timing, but he had prevented the downfall of the Kunlun Sect that would have occurred about ten years later.

“You may speak freely now.”

“Yes. When are we returning?”

“In three days.”

“Three days. That’s appropriate.”

In three days, the Kunlun Sect would probably find a solution too.

Seeing the Patriarch he had briefly met, he thought that he truly wasn’t someone who led a sect for nothing.

“Come to think of it, isn’t this the first time Young Patriarch has tasted cuisine from other inns like this?”

“That’s right. Cheongeumjang’s cuisine suits my taste quite well, so I’m not sure if this place will.”

Even the cooks at inns throughout the Cheongeumjang area had tremendous skills.

According to his memory, he remembered this place as being quite good too.

“Sigh…what on earth is this situation?”

Just then, a group entered the third floor with troubled expressions.

There were even two children around Cheongun’s age.

“Brother! What on earth is happening?”

“I don’t know either. To think the Kunlun Sect would seal itself….”

He hadn’t intended to eavesdrop on their conversation, but they were somehow familiar faces.

Jegalhyun of the Jegal Family.

Namgungjo of the Namgung Family.

He didn’t know the two children of the same age, but since they called them brother, they must be of the same bloodline.

‘If it’s Jegalhyun and Namgungjo, aren’t they future family heads?’

They were the ones who stood at the very front during the Jeongma Great War.

The ones who had beheaded countless demon heads.

Those two children would have come of age by that time.

As he was looking in their direction, perhaps sensing his gaze, he made eye contact with one of the children.

“….”

“….”

There was no particular conversation.

That side had an emotionless expression, and this side had an emotionless expression too.

That’s what made it more interesting.

Neither looked away, yet both had emotionless gazes.

‘Where have I seen her….’

‘Who could she be to be on the third floor?’

However, what they were each thinking was completely different.

‘Ah!’

He remembered.

He had been confused because she was young now, but looking at her now, he thought he knew.

Jegalhye.

She was practically called the brain of the Righteous Sect.

Why would such a person be at the Kunlun Sect at this time?

“…Hye!”

“Ah, yes. Brother.”

“There’s a child who has captured our Hye’s attention.”

“What? No, it’s not like that…”

Is it because she’s still young?

This is quite different from the Jegalhye I saw from afar back then.

She looks just like a ten-year-old child.

Perhaps finding his sister’s reaction impressive, Jegalhyun also looked this way.

“…Cheongeumjang?”

When it comes to information, the Jegal Family is second to none.

Heukdan, Cheongeumjang’s direct guard unit.

There were more people than expected who knew the faces of Heukdan’s Danju and Vice-Danju.

No matter how secretly they moved, exposure was inevitable when handling external missions.

“Brother. Cheongeumjang?”

“Ah, no. There’s just an unexpected face here.”

Then who might the child beside him be?

Jegalhyun, whose thoughts had deepened momentarily, was able to reach a conclusion quickly.

‘The Young Patriarch.’

Isn’t he quite different from the rumors?

Well, I never believed them anyway.

However, it seems he’s hiding much more than I thought.

He appears to be around Hye’s age, but he has a quite solid build and I can sense internal energy too.

Moreover, isn’t he quite handsome?

Not as a minor family head, but with a brother’s heart, I feel somewhat displeased.

“Where are you looking so intently… Hmm?”

Namgungjo’s gaze also turned in that direction.

“I’ve definitely seen them somewhere…”

“It’s Cheongeumjang.”

“Cheongeumjang, you mean that great merchant house?”

“That’s right. The one sitting in front appears to be the Young Patriarch.”

“Ha, indeed rumors are not to be trusted.”

The problem was Namgungjeyon, Namgungjo’s younger brother.

His gaze, which had been looking at Jegalhye, also followed everyone else toward where Cheongun was.

‘Hye is looking that way…!’

She usually didn’t even glance at me, but now she kept looking as if meeting an old friend.

“Brother.”

“Yes. What is it?”

“Is Cheongeumjang really that wealthy?”

“Hmm?”

Anyone would express doubt upon receiving such a question.

“Are you truly asking because you don’t know?”

“Ah, no. Things usually get exaggerated, don’t they?”

“Cheongeumjang. It literally means gold covering the heavens. It’s a place that holds half the wealth of this vast land.”

This wasn’t all.

To accumulate such enormous wealth, there’s one thing that’s most important above all.

The existence of the imperial family cannot be ignored.

Would they have just stood by?

Though it may be a false rumor, Cheongeumjang supposedly has more gold than the imperial family itself.

“Regardless of its size, it would be hard to find anyone who hasn’t received money from Cheongeumjang.”

“That… much?”

“Yes. So…”

Suddenly, Namgungjo’s expression turned cold.

“Put away such foolish thoughts.”

“It’s not like that…”

“I said put them away.”

“…Yes, brother.”

Even during this conversation, Jegalhyun and Hye’s gazes didn’t return from that direction.

Cheongun was also watching them, and seeing the childhood of those who would make their names known in the future felt somehow moving.

‘They’re all people who got entangled in the great storm called the Jeongma Great War.’

“…do it!”

Just then, noise came from near the inn.

Being on the third floor, just tilting one’s head slightly gave a clear view inside the alley.

“What are you looking at?”

At Heukjeon’s question, Cheongun gestured toward the alley.

“Ah, thugs. Knowing that the Kunlun Sect has temporarily closed its gates, they’re moving like that.”

Aren’t they quite honest people?

When the strong remain silent, the weak torment those weaker than themselves.

You can tell just from their conversation.

They deliberately bumped into someone while walking and are framing them as a pickpocket.

“Your ordered dishes are ready!”

The innkeeper’s excited voice could be heard, having received a generous tip.

Though there are only two of them, the portions are quite large.

“Did we order this much?”

“Yes. It’s to find what suits your taste.”

Chopsticks made from good wood.

Cheongun picked up the chopsticks and circulated internal energy to his fingertips.

Very minutely.

He circulated internal energy only to the surface touching the chopsticks, thinly shaving one side of the chopstick.

Something thin and long, about two finger joints in size, was completed.

Though it might seem like nothing could be done with such thin wood, martial artists are those who can make swords from leaves.

This was also a specialty from his previous life.

Precise internal energy manipulation like threading a needle.

‘If I inject different amounts of internal energy into the tip and center, the shape changes.’

The wood naturally curled inward, taking the shape of a needle.

Now, if he condensed internal energy at the tip and then explosively released the blocked internal energy in an instant.

Like having a small explosive at the tip, the wooden needle would fly at high speed.

The internal energy that exploded doesn’t disappear.

With that recoil, it settles back into the wooden needle, finally becoming a hidden weapon superior to anything else.

This is different from throwing while injecting internal energy.

It’s a method of amplifying the power of internal energy itself, so no throwing process is needed.

“So hurry up and…”

Thwip.

Those were the thug’s last words.

Amun acupoint.

The first acupoint of the governing vessel.

An acupoint where even a small shock could cause muteness, belonging to the eight extraordinary meridians.

With that spot pierced through, the thug collapsed to the ground without being able to say another word.

“…Young Patriarch?”

Heukjeon couldn’t not know.

Being closest, he had confirmed Cheongun’s internal energy moving minutely.

“What?”

“What did you just…”

Was there such a thing?

If Cheongun were a master at the level of Hwagyeong, he would have simply let out an exclamation of admiration, but that’s not the case either.

Yet to handle internal energy so delicately like this.

‘This kind of hidden weapon technique… I’ve never seen or heard of it before.’

“It’s called Tanchimgong (Projectile Needle Technique).”

“I, I see.”

“I saw it in the library.”

“Ah, I see.”

Of course, it’s a lie.

This is Cheongun’s own hidden weapon technique that he used to favor in his previous life.

“Why. Will you teach me?”

“You’re… joking, right?”

Cheongun let out a chuckle and began eating first, and only then did Heukjeon follow suit and start his meal.

And Jegalhye still couldn’t take her eyes off Cheongun.

‘Just now…’

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