The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120

“The Yongbong Assembly is starting soon, do you happen to have any participants you’re keeping an eye on?”

“Hmm… wouldn’t it be Namgung or Moyong?”

An inn located in the bustling center of the Murim Alliance.

Perhaps because it could be called the heart of Gangho, it was so crowded that it was difficult to even find a place to step.

Cheongun, who had headed to the inn as soon as he arrived, was once again reviewing the characteristics of those who would participate in the upcoming Yongbong Assembly schedule.

The places most frequently mentioned by people were Namgung and Moyong.

There were also rumors circulating that Namgung’s rising star had achieved a narrow victory over Moyong’s rising star in a previous martial contest.

Both families were those who had been active in the Jeongma Great War.

In particular, Namgung was a place where honor and skill were united, as their Head of the Family had perished together with the Demonic Sect Leader’s great guardian.

Moyong was also the most advanced in protecting the common people.

“Still, I think Shaolin would be good too…”

“What about Dangjia? There are stories that the Poison Peak has finally bloomed.”

“Still, wouldn’t it be Hwasan? Though still young in age, that disciple is said to be a talent of the ages.”

Wouldn’t this be the best situation?

Nothing would be as stimulating as the fierce evaluation of rising stars.

Looking only at their activities during the Jeongma Great War, all the righteous sects and families would appear to be just places, but shadows inevitably exist in towers built so high.

Even if it wasn’t the intention harbored by the sects or families, there were always such people within.

This couldn’t be seen as the fault of the whole, but that was only as far as Cheongeumjang was concerned.

And it was only when it didn’t harm Cheongun.

Namgung, Moyong.

Even if they were great sects and families like Hwasan and Shaolin, if they became enemies to Cheongeumjang and Cheongun, Cheongun was ready to willingly turn his sword’s edge.

“Whew, so this is the Murim Alliance.”

“Yes. So don’t act rashly. Your every action and word becomes the face of our family.”

“Yes, elder brother. Thank you once again. For bringing me along.”

The conversation of brothers who seemed quite close reached Cheongun’s ears.

When he turned his gaze to check who and from where they were, he could immediately identify them.

‘Hwangbosejia.’

A family that had previously been listed among the Five Great Sects, but had now temporarily stepped back, pushed aside by the Peng family of Haebuk.

However, it was absolutely not a place that could be considered a weak family.

That person who came with his young brother.

That person was none other than Hwangbo, who would become the future Head of the Family of Hwangbosejia.

With his tall frame and profound internal energy that could be felt together.

Like Cheongun, it seemed he had come to the inn immediately upon arrival.

Should it be called a coincidence?

Those who had taken seats near Cheongun.

“Elder brother. There are so many people.”

“This is the Murim Alliance. It would be strange if there were no people.”

Even without concentrating his energy much, he could hear the entire content of their conversation.

“Then, are you going to the Hwangui Sect, elder brother?”

“That’s…”

A brief silence lingered, and soon an answer was heard.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to choose that.”

“Aren’t you the heir of Hwangbosejia, elder brother! You’ll surely be able to join wherever you want.”

Perhaps because he was still a child who didn’t know the ways of the world, it was the kind of words that revealed pure innocence.

“Yes. I hope so.”

There wasn’t much information about Hwangbosejia.

He only knew that they employed straightforward yet powerful techniques based on their tall frames and profound internal energy.

‘The Murim Alliance is certainly different.’

Quite a few martial artists caught Cheongun’s eye as well.

While it was natural for other places to have martial artists in their inns too, the difference in level was remarkable.

It seemed even more so because this place was an inn of enormous scale.

Probably, the smaller the inn’s scale became, the more the level would generally decrease along with it.

After that, many people continued to come and go repeatedly.

There were several notable individuals, but none left as strong an impression as Hwangbosejia.

Thus, Cheongun spent some time at the inn, cross-referencing basic information.

Most of what he had known before coming remained the same, but there were certainly things that did not.

Just as he finished comparing all of this and was about to leave the inn.

Someone with a covered face sat in front of Cheongun.

“You came alone.”

“…Yes.”

The identity of this person of modest height was none other than the child he had briefly encountered at Salmaek.

“I killed him.”

It was unexpected.

He had thought the child would settle into the improved environment and wait for the right time.

Yet he said he had killed the one Cheongun had left as his proxy with his own hands.

“Why?”

“Because he was the one who brought me to that place, I killed him.”

“I see. It must have been difficult with your current level.”

“I used poison.”

With this turn of events, one troublesome matter had been reduced.

“What is your reason for continuing to follow me?”

“Did you know?”

“Of course.”

“…I thought I should do what that person was supposed to do.”

“You saw correctly. Now that you are the proxy, you must take over the work that needs to be done.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

“Wait until I call for you separately. If there are any unusual circumstances, report immediately. From now on, I’ll call you Ilho.”

“…I obey.”

He seemed to know how to move quite secretly.

After Ilho left like that, Cheongun also kept his position for a while before leaving the inn.

“Huh…?”

Some Daoists who had passed each other at the entrance.

A Young Daoist and a Female Daoist simultaneously felt something off and turned around.

“Sajeo, perhaps…”

“Yes. I think I felt it too…”

Was it a mistake?

A person who had left a strong impression in their memory, though briefly before.

They had felt a similar sensation to that person.

It wasn’t that they had sensed Cheongun’s presence.

His presence was so imperceptible that it was excessive, and the sense of unease that arose from this seemed to be better grasped because it was the first time they had felt it from Cheongun.

“…It must have been a mistake after all.”

“Right. Let’s go in first.”

They looked around briefly, but couldn’t feel the same thing again.

Thus, the two Daoists and the rest of their party entered the inn.

“Sajeo. They are people from Hwangbosejia.”

“I see. It would be good to exchange light greetings.”

“Yes.”

Just lightly familiarizing faces like this would have great effects in the future.

In that sense, the Yongbong Assembly was not simply about discovering outstanding rising stars, but also about creating new connections for those who normally had no contact points.

Masters of Gangho begin gathering for this purpose.

Not only the late-stage masters, but other masters who gather to observe such late-stage masters also exist.

Especially since this Yongbong Assembly itself was equivalent to a great opportunity, young rising masters seeking to make their names known also gather.

Among them, there are often cases similar to Geomma.

Seeking someone who will continue their progress.

Those who gather with different purposes can each achieve their goals through the single event of the Yongbong Assembly.

Cheongun’s purpose at this Martial Arts Alliance would only become clear after meeting the late-stage masters first.

While he had a basic framework set, things don’t always flow as planned.

He had assigned Ilho a different task.

The current Yongbong Assembly must proceed without any problems.

Only then could Cheongun join either the Yellow Righteousness Corps or the Blue Righteousness Corps.

So if any suspicious circumstances were detected, a report would be submitted.

“Most of the late-stage masters seem to have arrived, but Namgung and Moyong are still missing.”

Familiar auras could be felt around the inn.

Among these, if there was one aura that could be called welcome, it would be Juhyeokjo of Kunlun.

Perhaps due to childhood memories, he seemed to have grown somewhat fond of him.

That stubborn spirit that kept his head high despite being weak was quite appealing too.

Though a Taoist, he liked that he wasn’t very Taoist-like.

As he sat anywhere with a good view of the inn, passing time, a shadow fell across Cheongun.

Not a familiar aura, but a unique person whose distinctive fragrance was felt first.

“Young Master Wun. Is that not you?”

“It’s been a while, Miss.”

Danliso of the Dang family.

It seemed she had left her companions behind and approached Cheongun alone.

“What are you doing in a place like this?”

“As you can see, I was appreciating the charm of the inn.”

“Someone overflowing with gold is quite free.”

“Isn’t it because I overflow with it that I’m free?”

“That’s true. Have you finished appreciating all the charm?”

“Not yet. It seems I need to observe a bit more.”

“Oh my, I shouldn’t be interfering then.”

As expected, she was quick-witted.

After briefly finishing their greetings, Danliso returned to her companions.

Should I say she has quite good intuition?

If they had been ordinary people, they probably wouldn’t have even seen Cheongun’s shadow.

After sitting near the inn and watching the surroundings, Cheongun soon rose from his seat.

There seemed to be nothing more to see.

Nor was it necessary.

Though the Yongbong Assembly had already begun, Cheongun had no intention of revealing himself right now.

Since Namgung and Moyong hadn’t shown themselves yet either, he planned to time it appropriately.

As he was about to head to the Cheongeumjang branch, suddenly an aura that penetrated Cheongun’s ki sense was felt.

“…Master?”

Was it alright for him to come here?

Previously, he had said he was going to handle some business briefly, and it seemed he had just finished and returned.

But of all places, it had to be the Martial Arts Alliance.

From how it felt, it seemed he was calling for Cheongun.

What would he want to say this time by calling him here?

Following that aura, he arrived at a place overlooking the entire Martial Arts Alliance.

The back view of Geomma sitting on a moderately sized rock, looking down at the Martial Arts Alliance.

What he was thinking was unknowable.

“You’ve come.”

“Yes.”

“Your aura has changed a bit. As if you’ve encountered some fortune.”

“That’s correct.”

At that answer, Geomma immediately turned around.

“They say heaven helps those who help themselves. How is it that all fortunes seem to follow you?”

“If it’s heaven, wouldn’t the standards for helping oneself be quite high?”

“Haha. That’s right.”

Looking now, there was a sword beside Geomma that he hadn’t seen before.

“Did you obtain a sword?”

“Yes. I made a request after a long time.”

“It looks like a good sword.”

“It should be. Considering who made it. Ah, today I stopped by because I have something to tell you and something to teach you.”

Though he didn’t say what it was, it could be understood.

“More than that, your name has started to be heard here and there. Has the time come?”

“I’m trying to accelerate that time.”

It seems to be going according to your will.”

“Fortunately. It seems so.”

“That’s good. Now, take up your sword.”

“Yes.”

It seemed he intended to teach swordsmanship first.

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