The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

“Ah, no, how do you know my name…?”

He appears quite flustered.

To hear his own name as a member of the Demonic Sect here, and from the Young Patriarch of Cheongeumjang no less.

“You’re nineteen this year, aren’t you?”

“…No?”

“Then what are you?”

“…?”

His expression becomes even more distorted.

Is he crazy?

That seems to be the kind of expression he’s making.

It’s not particularly pleasant to see such an expression so openly displayed.

‘More than that… he knew about me.’

This is unexpected.

It wasn’t a probing remark, but he knew precisely that Cheongun was the Young Patriarch of Cheongeumjang.

Originally, I had only planned to simply find out his destination, but my thoughts have changed.

I need to find out.

How he knew that I was the Young Patriarch.

“How did you know that I’m the Young Patriarch?”

At that question, a bit of composure returns to Jowonhaeng’s eyes that had been frozen.

“If I ask like that, do you think I’ll tell you?”

“How I knew your name. Aren’t you curious?”

“…”

He has a somewhat contemplative expression.

If so, I need to provoke him more.

What were the names of those who traveled with Jowonhaeng?

“Heojin, Guhyeong, Sodaegon.”

“You, you bastard…!”

“Have you made up your mind now?”

Suppressing him with force would also be possible, but the reason I’m having this conversation first is because I know Jowonhaeng well.

Jowonhaeng is someone who values his own safety above all else.

And next, he’s someone who values the safety of his future subordinates who travel with him.

His face is filled with worry and anxiety.

If I give one final provocation to that growing worry and anxiety, it’ll be over.

Shing.

The pure white blade reveals itself from its sheath.

Jowonhaeng also drew his sword in response,

“What, what is this!”

The tip of Cheongun’s sword is pointing toward the ground.

At a glance, it’s full of openings.

‘One at three zhang distance behind. One each at four zhang distance to the left and right.’

Jowonhaeng’s companions that Cheongun had called out earlier.

They’re probably lying in ambush at those positions.

The sword tip that had been pointing toward the ground met the earth.

Crack.

The sound of deeply penetrating a stone could be heard, and that stone was precisely divided into three parts.

At the same time, things began to unfold.

The stone fragments that flew rapidly in three directions soon created short screams along with dull sounds.

“Kugh…!”

“Kuk!”

“Kraak!”

At those screams, Jowonhaeng also charged forward, surrounding his drawn sword with internal energy.

Before, he was at least at a fairly usable level.

Now he’s at a trivial level.

“Spiral Sword Technique…!”

It’s a sword technique that slashes while thrusting.

Seeing him use martial arts he originally knew rather than Demonic Sect techniques, perhaps he hasn’t been properly recognized yet?

‘Was this a waste of time?’

If so, it might mean he knows even less than I thought.

Cheongun stepped back slightly and lightly swung his sword horizontally.

“Not a chance!!”

Why is he so spirited? He seems to have gained confidence from Cheongun’s retreating figure.

Cheongun’s sword wasn’t aimed at Jowonhaeng in the first place.

He lightly struck Jowonhaeng’s sword that was thrusting precisely.

Literally very lightly.

Just enough to slightly change the path of the thrust.

The destination of the slightly lowered sword path was precisely Cheongun’s scabbard.

Thud.

The sword that seemed to be slightly blocked.

However, the internal energy surrounding the scabbard cut through Jowonhaeng’s sword like cutting tofu and drew it into his embrace.

“Huh…?”

Thump.

After kindly helping Jowonhaeng sheath his sword, Cheongun lightly tripped his foot and grasped the handle of the sword newly entered into his embrace.

If he raises his hand and pushes it slightly forward, the end of the scabbard facing backward points downward.

He pushes it lightly as is.

So that the end of the scabbard pointing downward can touch Jowonhaeng.

“Kugh…!”

What is this?

This is a first.

I knew there were many masters, but being subdued in this manner was a first.

It felt like becoming a child’s toy.

“How did you know?”

“Do you think… I would tell you?”

“Right. I understand.”

The pressure felt from the scabbard disappears.

Is he letting me go like this?

‘The Young Patriarch of Cheongeumjang has never killed anyone yet…!’

Unfortunately, his pressure point was being pressed so his internal energy wasn’t operating properly.

If he lets his guard down after releasing me appropriately, I should either aim for his back or run away.

However, something different from Jowonhaeng’s expectations occurred.

The reason the pressure from the scabbard had disappeared was because he had drawn the sword that had been kindly inserted directly into the scabbard.

Once the sword was fully drawn, the scabbard that had completely lost pressure returned to its original shape.

“Farewell.”

“Wait, wait…!”

This, something was strange.

He couldn’t tell whether the opponent’s words were sincere or not.

However, as if there was no more business, not even giving him a glance, Jowonhaeng felt fear at this sight.

Thunk.

“…”

The sword that hadn’t stopped even at Jowonhaeng’s words was embedded precisely in the ground next to his head.

Because Cheongun’s scabbard was smaller than his own sword, it was a dulled blade, but only the tip remained sharp.

“Right. How did you know?”

“…Gonglun.”

Thud.

The sword that had been stuck in the ground sank a little deeper.

“There aren’t many chances. Right, now there are two left.”

“I-It’s true!!”

Thud.

Even deeper.

Now nearly half the sword was buried in the ground.

“How did you know?”

“…”

His mouth was twitching.

This time his answer would be the truth, it seemed.

But the answer didn’t come easily.

He was still calculating.

The danger he would face if he revealed all this information.

And the danger he would face right now if he didn’t speak, or if he gave evasive answers.

Until now.

And this calculating nature would have kept Jowonhaeng and his members alive to the end in the future, but not today.

Thud.

The sword that had been half-buried in the ground was now completely embedded.

“The end.”

“Bl-Black Shadow Guard!!”

“Black Shadow Guard, you say.”

“…Inside the Black Shadow Guard…”

There had been a spy within the Black Shadow Guard, which could be called Cheongeumjang’s strongest military force.

I know.

The execution was already finished.

“Unfortunately, you’re too late.”

“I-I told you everything!!”

The first time the sword was stuck in the ground.

And then the three times it gradually went deeper.

A total of four chances were very precious opportunities created with the lives of those present.

Someone whose calculations had been so quick.

What use was being so slow at a time like this.

Cheongun walked somewhere and found those who had collapsed in the grass, bringing them out one by one.

“I-I’ll become your spy, no, Young Patriarch’s spy. Yes? I’ll do that.”

Cheongun’s answer didn’t come.

As if he couldn’t hear.

The way he treated him as if he were already dead was causing even more fear.

“I-I, I…!”

Cheongun swung his sword once through the air, then turned around.

Slash.

No more sounds could be heard after that.

“I think we should visit their branch first.”

The Demonic Sect’s branch.

Until now, he hadn’t paid much attention to it, but since he had dealt with Jowonhaeng like this, it would be better to move first if he was going to move.

Like when he dealt with the spy, if they had sensed something strange and scattered, it would probably have been several times harder to handle.

So he should strike first before they showed any movement.

“There will probably be more related information too.”

If it was a nearby Demonic Sect branch, their purpose was quite obvious.

Cheongeumjang would account for most of the reason.

Since he knew the approximate location, Cheongun moved in that direction again.

While Cheongun was dealing with Jowonhaeng and his members in the mountains, the Demonic Sect branch was waiting for Jowonhaeng.

“Why hasn’t the new guy come yet?”

“I’ll look into it.”

“The movements of the Righteous Sect bastards have been noisy lately. Move carefully.”

The branch near Cheongeumjang had been relatively quiet, but as small and medium sects emerged one by one, they were getting involved in various conflicts.

Thanks to those who harbored grand ambitions that didn’t match their theme of destroying evil, there had been a small conflict just yesterday.

“Jonmyeong.”

“Branch Manager!”

“What’s the matter?”

“We got into another conflict with the Jungseokmun bastards.”

“Hah… These damn guys…!!”

Sometimes they picked fights, and sometimes the other side did.

Fights often broke out mainly at the inn located exactly between Jungseokmun and the Demonic Sect branch.

“…Today, uproot Jungseokmun completely. We’ve accumulated countless justifications so far.”

“…Yes sir!”

Though it was a suddenly decided matter, no one was flustered.

It was a moment everyone had been waiting for.

And Cheongun was heading toward that inn area.

It must be somewhere around here.

“…bastards. How long will they hide their identity…”

Just then, the most relevant words came from the mouth of a passing martial artist.

Moreover, seeing the small wound on his arm, there was a very high probability that there was a branch nearby.

‘A small or medium sect?’

He’d heard that small and medium sects had started establishing themselves around Cheongeumjang recently.

It was probably one of them.

Following them leisurely, he was indeed able to arrive at where a small or medium sect was located.

[Jungseokmun]

Though the scale wasn’t large as befitted a small or medium sect, each person seemed to have trained for quite a long time.

Heavy sword.

As the name meant heavy sword, they seemed to have paid particular attention to external martial arts.

“This isn’t the place.”

There was no possibility that the Demonic Sect branch was hiding its identity here.

But the fact that talk related to the Demonic Sect came up meant there had been friction.

He was about to move after watching for a moment.

He could see a group of people approaching Jungseokmun from up ahead.

‘It’s the Demonic Sect.’

That bastard in the middle.

He could feel dense demonic energy.

Moreover, with that level of internal energy, he was definitely a branch manager-level figure.

The fact that such a figure moved personally meant they intended to uproot Jungseokmun today.

“What perfect timing.”

To think they would reveal themselves directly.

Cheongun just sat down in an appropriate spot.

A place where he could see the surrounding area well.

Coincidentally, an old beggar was already sitting next to him.

He seemed a bit surprised to see Cheongun.

“Why are you surprised?”

“…You seem like a young master from a noble family, so I wondered if it was alright for you to sit so casually.”

“Wherever I sit becomes a noble place.”

“Hehe, then does that mean this beggar is also sitting in a noble place?”

“What are you saying? For that to happen, you’d have to sit above me.”

“….”

At those words, the beggar looked at Cheongun silently for a moment before bursting into hearty laughter.

The old beggar probably hasn’t eaten anything, yet where does all that energy come from?

I don’t see any particular knots around his waist either.

“Seeing your sword, you seem like a martial artist. Won’t you step forward?”

“I wouldn’t be welcomed by anyone, so there’s no reason to step forward, is there?”

“Is that more precious than life?”

Life, life indeed.

It’s somewhat amusing to hear someone who has never died ask if something is more precious than life.

“I don’t know. I’ll find out when I die.”

“….”

The old beggar stares into Cheongun’s eyes.

His gaze clearly shows he cannot fathom those eyes at all.

To understand this gaze, you’d have to go die once and come back.

“Oh, it’s starting.”

Even at Cheongun’s words, the old beggar’s gaze didn’t leave Cheongun.

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