The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 113

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Chapter 113

However, there was one minor problem: he only knew the approximate location.

While pinpointing the exact location wasn’t particularly difficult, the fact that the process of finding it came with complications was a minor issue, if it could be called that.

Even in his previous life, he hadn’t often set out to find things like spiritual medicines or inner cores.

It was exactly the kind of thing that got people killed.

There’s something somewhere, they said.

All those who had tried to obtain fortuitous encounters from such stories had become cold corpses.

What hundreds and thousands of people had sacrificed everything to obtain.

All that remained was mockery after someone had already taken it and left.

Even in his previous life, nothing had been revealed until Cheongun lost his life.

Except that someone was deliberately spreading rumors and inciting discord.

Just who could it be that knew the locations of so many spiritual medicines and manipulated countless people?

Cheongun didn’t try hard to dig into this.

He simply planned to select and take only what he needed from where the spiritual medicines were located.

The other party neither wanted it nor was present.

It was a negotiation Cheongun was conducting alone.

Nothing was more unpleasant than the forcibly created spare time, but not utilizing it would be close to sinful.

Cheongun immediately set off for where the spiritual medicine would be.

As Cheongun had expected, finding the exact location wasn’t too difficult.

It was an eye he had gained at some point, or more precisely, an eye he had acquired since becoming able to handle demonic energy.

Though there was no outward change, it was an eye that could see the flow of internal energy much better.

A massive mountain spread before his eyes, but among it, there was a place where he could feel a strange flow of energy.

“Over there it is.”

It truly was a convenient eye.

However, from that mountain, he was sensing not only the ten-thousand-year fleece-flower root but other energies as well.

‘Could it be… them?’

Those he had just thought of.

The mysterious figures whose identity, let alone any clues, he hadn’t been able to grasp until his dying breath.

Cheongun’s intuition was telling him.

That the energies he was sensing from that mountain right now were exactly them.

Killing all presence and breathing sounds, Cheongun slowly crept into the mountain.

* * *

“This spot should be good. Handle it carefully.”

“Yes, sir.”

What these people held in their hands was precisely the ten-thousand-year fleece-flower root.

A fortuitous encounter that every martial artist would dream of at least once.

That fortuitous encounter was held in their hands.

If consumed by an ordinary person, it would grant immortality and eternal youth, and if taken by a martial artist, it would bring tremendous advancement in internal energy.

It could truly be called one of the eternal spiritual medicines.

“It’s all finished.”

“Good. Everyone worked hard.”

The man who said they worked hard immediately drew his sword.

“D-Daeju…?”

“Don’t resent me.”

Then without hesitation, he severed everyone’s heads.

Maintaining secrecy was more important than anything else.

The fewer people who knew, the better.

The man who had dealt with everyone dropped something onto the remaining corpses.

Along with a burning sound, a terrible stench covered the surroundings, and the man processed all the corpses in the same manner with his still expressionless face.

“…The time will come soon.”

The Grand Plan was now slowly raising its curtain.

“Next is…”

Thus the man moved to his next destination.

A moment that was too quiet for such a terrible event having occurred.

Cheongun revealed himself from the forest shadows.

“…This was something planned long ago.”

He realized once again.

Just how insignificant the previous Cheongun had been.

“In any case…”

Cheongun headed to where they had buried something.

They hadn’t even buried it deeply.

When he cleared away some of the dirt above, the familiar eternal spiritual medicine, the ten-thousand-year fleece-flower root, came into view.

“Certainly…”

He could feel it contained pure yet tremendous energy.

Though countless spiritual medicines Cheongun had taken came to mind, this definitely belonged to the most excellent level among them.

“With my current state, I could see achievement even by taking just a portion.”

Cheongun immediately put the ten-thousand-year fleece-flower root in his bosom.

“Looking at the traces around, it seems they were abandoned after being used.”

They probably placed this spiritual medicine here, killed those who worked with them, then eliminated the evidence.

Other places would likely be the same.

While there would certainly be places where spiritual medicines existed due to fortuitous encounters, seeing the current situation, he felt there wouldn’t be too many such places.

Previously, Cheongun hadn’t been particularly interested in spiritual medicines themselves.

Since they were fortuitous encounters for someone, Cheongun had thought of the whole thing as one fortuitous encounter.

He had only intended to take them when the timing and circumstances aligned like this.

It was also a kind of indulgence for twisting the past.

However, this changes the story.

When those fortuitous encounters were no longer fortuitous encounters, Cheongun had no intention of just watching.

“Since I’ve taken the ten-thousand-year fire pear and ten-thousand-year snow ginseng…”

There were still several left that Cheongun knew the locations of, at least roughly.

Empty Blue Stone Milk, Mita Holy Water, Ten-Thousand-Year Ultimate Blood Treasure.

Besides these, he also knew the locations of things that possessed inner cores, such as the Twin-Horned Snake, Roc Bird, and Human-Faced Spider.

“Haha.”

For the first time in a very long while, Cheongun laughed out loud.

Since his internal energy was already overflowing, he had simply left alone the spiritual medicines that showed excellent effects for internal energy advancement.

He had been moving thinking that hermit masters were more important than such spiritual medicines.

‘This leaves me no choice, doesn’t it.’

The indulgence he had granted himself regarding the past was torn apart today by certain people who had existed in the past.

“Since they brought it upon themselves, I’ll have to take everything.”

If their carefully built Grand Plan crumbled from the foundation by someone whose identity they didn’t even know, what would that feel like?

Though he was curious, he definitely didn’t want to experience it himself.

First, conveying to those who couldn’t hear that he would put this ten-thousand-year fleece-flower root to good use, Cheongun left the place.

Leaving behind the phrase “excess is as bad as deficiency” instead of the ten-thousand-year fleece-flower root.

“Ah, I wonder if Seowang saw this…?”

It seemed like Seowang might be capable of it.

No matter how much of a Seowang he was, he didn’t truly know all the affairs of the world.

However, regarding what he was trying to find.

About things he was interested in, he could know to the extent that he had them figured out.

“Perhaps this might advance that time.”

* * *

While Cheongun originally had things to do only at his intended destination, now other tasks had arisen along Sanghaeng’s route.

Learning that the spiritual medicines throughout all of Zhongyuan were no longer opportunities felt like opening his eyes to a hidden truth.

The merchant journey concluded in Shandong.

Now, it was time for Cheongun to travel alone.

And right on cue, Geou appeared like a ghost.

“Hehe. You’ve been up to quite interesting things, haven’t you?”

His expression was full of interest, making one wonder how he had endured holding back all this time.

“Did you find it entertaining?”

“Indeed. Who would have thought you’d go to meet that Seowang. I think I understand why you wanted to come to Shandong.”

“I didn’t obtain what I wanted.”

“What does that matter? That…”

Geou’s gaze was trying to look into Cheongun’s bosom.

“It seems you’ve obtained something very good…”

As befitting a martial artist, he was drooling over the ten-thousand-year-old polygonum.

“Do you truly desire it?”

“You rascal. Aren’t you already overflowing with internal energy?”

“Still, wouldn’t it be proper for a promising junior to take it?”

“You, you little! Are you disrespecting me because I don’t have many days left to live?”

At those words, Cheongun showed a smile and nodded his head.

“…Ha!”

He would have preferred if he had at least answered yes.

That subtle smile he wore seemed to say ‘Why ask when you already know?’ which made Geou even more frustrated.

If Cheongun were weaker, he would have given him a good smack on the head, but unfortunately that wasn’t possible either, so all he could do was swallow his indignation.

“Where are you going now? I saw you met with Dokgo Geom, are you heading to the Martial Arts Alliance?”

“I’m going to take an examination.”

“An examination…?”

“Wonsi.”

“Wonsi?”

Though Cheongun didn’t particularly want it, shouldn’t he fulfill his filial duties?

It seemed to be the first time Father had directly expressed wanting something, so it was proper to grant his wish.

“Being accomplished in both literary and martial arts is good if possible. However, remember that possessing both yourself and making it known are different matters.”

“I keep that in mind. I’m not going under Cheongeumjang’s name.”

Though Cheongun currently paid no attention to the Imperial Court, Cheongeumjang itself could not do the same.

Gold knows no boundaries.

Orthodox and Demonic, Evil, as well as Government and Martial World.

And extending even to the Western Regions in all of that.

Therefore,

Even if he stood out, he should stand out moderately.

However, Cheongun’s thoughts were different.

If it were truly a moderate level, how would it appear in their eyes?

Easy to devour.

Nothing more, nothing less than tempting prey.

To avoid standing out, he would have to be completely untraceable, and from the moment he stood out, he would have to stand out more than anyone else.

That’s why Cheongun judged this to be the most dangerous time.

He possessed much, but compared to what he possessed, his power to protect it was lacking.

For such a Cheongun, the beings that brought relief were oddly the northern barbarians and the Demonic Sect.

The barbarians would handle the Imperial Court’s restraint, and the Martial Arts Alliance and Demonic Sect would spend time keeping each other in check.

More precisely, before the Jeongma Great War broke out.

Until then was like the time given to Cheongun.

“Then, after taking the Wonsi, will you go to the Martial Arts Alliance?”

“Yes.”

“Oho, so you’re joining that Blue Righteousness Corps or Yellow Righteousness Corps place?”

“It seems I will. I’m more inclined toward the Blue Righteousness Corps.”

“Isn’t the Blue Righteousness Corps where those who lost in the succession struggle go?”

“That’s correct.”

“If it’s simply for control, the Yellow Righteousness Corps would seem better.”

“The Yellow Righteousness Corps doesn’t head to the front lines.”

“Are you… thinking of going to the front lines?”

“Yes.”

This wasn’t the goal.

It was part of the process.

If he could achieve it without going, he wouldn’t need to go.

As always, plans never flow exactly as intended.

The Yellow Righteousness Corps and Blue Righteousness Corps were created as Cheongun remembered, but whether their nature would be completely the same was still unknown.

These too were things he could only know after confirming them directly first.

“Ah, it seems Jegalhye has returned to her family.”

“Is that so.”

“Shouldn’t you also be looking for a marriage partner now?”

“…Are you my father or something, Senior?”

At Cheongun’s incredulous expression, Geou just smiled awkwardly.

“Hehe, it’s also a concern of us old folks, you know. That, and Danliso too…”

“When you get married, Senior, I’ll look for one then.”

“…You little?”

Leaving only those words, Cheongun continued his steps, and Geou stood there watching Cheongun’s retreating figure.

With a somewhat aggrieved expression.

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