The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

“Yes. Tell me.”

Even Cheongjin, Cheongun’s father, sometimes felt his knees weaken under his father’s gaze.

After all, he was like a deity who created the current Cheongeumjang.

“It seems Cheongun has some talent in martial arts.”

“Some. You say some.”

“The three masters said he wasn’t ordinary.”

“Our patriarch. Do you remember what I’ve always told you?”

“…Yes. I remember.”

Ordinariness is poison in an extraordinary family.

If it’s a special family, one must possess something special.

It doesn’t matter what it is, but one should have something special that can protect what we currently possess.

“Since you remember, I won’t say more, but talent that cannot excel is rather like a greater curse.”

Cheongjin still remembered those words.

That Cheongeumjang was a place where no talent could be called special.

Especially if it was martial arts.

Martial arts can be hired.

Using the wealth we possess.

However, the ability to multiply wealth cannot be hired.

The reason was simple.

One must have trust.

Even if someone embezzles money bit by bit, if we lack knowledge and wisdom, we can do nothing.

Even discovering it would be difficult.

“We don’t know yet. He’s only five years old.”

“Has he finished learning to read?”

Though a former patriarch, he was also busier than anyone.

“He finished at three.”

“Hmm… That’s good.”

It was quite a positive reaction.

This much was acceptable.

“Father. May we come in?”

Then, the voice of his wife Sowol was heard.

“Yes. Come in.”

The door, tall enough to be mistaken for a castle wall, opened, and Sowol and Cheongun appeared together.

First impressions are always more important than one thinks.

Cheongun, with his expressionless eyes, was staring precisely at none other than his grandfather.

‘Ho, quite impressive…’

Wasn’t that an admirable look?

There was no vague affection toward the grandfather he was meeting for the first time, and his eyes were full of intent to figure out what kind of person he was.

That was exactly the extent that blood relations allowed.

Showing eyes that sought to understand.

Something that only blood relatives could show toward oneself.

“I greet the Former Patriarch.”

After Sowol’s greeting ended, Cheongun’s greeting followed.

“I greet the Former Patriarch.”

His speech and words were quite mature for his age, but his gestures weren’t entirely so.

The Former Patriarch rather liked that aspect more.

One would have come from his natural personality, and the other would have come from not having learned it yet.

‘Former Patriarch.’

He also liked the fact that despite knowing he was his grandfather, he used the term Former Patriarch.

“Yes. Our grandson. Come here.”

“Yes, Grandfather.”

Only when the word grandson came out did the word grandfather return.

It meant he knew, not that someone had told him to say Former Patriarch.

Whether this place was an official setting or a private one?

What kind of setting it was didn’t matter.

What mattered was how he, the Former Patriarch, judged this setting.

Since he had said grandson first, this place had changed from an official setting to a private one.

“You’re five this year, I heard.”

“Yes.”

“Give me your hand.”

Originally, this would have been a meeting that ended after just checking his face once.

The hand extended obediently.

Cheongin, Cheongun’s grandfather and former patriarch of Cheongeumjang, was a master at the peak of supreme excellence.

His talent in martial arts was quite outstanding, but Cheongin’s real talent lay elsewhere.

Namely, commercial talent.

He had a natural talent for accumulating wealth.

“Hmm…”

When he pressed Cheongun’s wrist and sent his internal energy through, he immediately felt it.

‘It’s pure.’

Clear and clean internal energy was settled in his dantian, and though its size couldn’t be called large yet, creating a dantian at the age of five could only be expressed as natural talent.

‘Is it not just moderate talent?’

Talent that cannot reach the top is merely a curse.

Cheongin’s experience of endlessly doubting his own talent while accumulating wealth on this vast Continent told him so.

Just look at what situation the next-tier Hwangin Trading House was in now.

“What does our Cheongun want to do?”

To Cheongin’s question, Cheongun answered immediately without any change in expression.

“I want to do everything.”

“Everything.”

How many people in this world can do everything they want to do?

Even he couldn’t do that.

“Then let me ask something else. What do you want to become?”

At the question of what he wanted to become, Cheongun’s expression changed slightly.

It seemed like the childish expression children usually show, and also like confidence.

However, it was an expression where not a trace of falsehood could be found.

“The greatest under heaven.”

“The greatest… under heaven you want to become?”

Was it children’s bravado?

Common words from a child who doesn’t know the ways of the world yet?

No, Cheongin didn’t think so.

If heard separately from the previous question, it might have felt that way, but when considered all together, the story was different.

Wanting to do everything and becoming the greatest under heaven.

There are three things that can be called power in this land.

One is literally strength , another is wealth , and the last is influence .

Having one wouldn’t come out even once in ten thousand times even if one devoted their entire life, but no one who possessed all had ever existed throughout the entire history of life’s growth.

Having two was the same.

“Yes. I understand well. Now go back.”

“Yes. Grandfather.”

More skillfully than before, Cheongun showed proper courtesy and returned with Sowol.

“What did you think?”

“Not bad at all.”

“There’s something I haven’t told you yet.”

“What is it?”

Usually when someone hides something, they tend to hesitate, but looking at his son’s expression, that wasn’t the case.

Rather, it seemed closer to having waited for this very moment.

“I have never taught Cheongun the Cheoneuisimgong.”

“…What?”

Doesn’t that make no sense?

How could he learn something on his own that no one had taught him?

Those who follow teachings well.

Rather, there are more people in this land than one might think who do even better than that.

However, there aren’t many who can obtain on their own what hasn’t been taught.

‘Certainly, it was definitely Cheoneuisimgong.’

It was unmistakably Cheoneuisimgong that no one could deny.

And it was purer and cleaner than anyone else’s.

While Cheoneuisimgong couldn’t be said to surpass the secret martial arts of the other Five Great Sects or Nine Sects and One School, it was definitely not an inferior mental cultivation method.

Especially since Cheoneuisimgong had such a difficult process that the initial stage of sensing the dantian could be said to be the entirety of the mental cultivation method.

Because there were some differences in breathing techniques.

For that reason, there were still no one who had broken through the wall of transcendence and advanced to the realm beyond.

‘This isn’t just being somewhat exceptional.’

This was the appearance of a genius that had never existed even if you searched through all of Cheongeumjang’s history.

No, he’s a prodigy.

Isn’t this a talent that could be counted on one hand not just in Cheongeumjang, but throughout the entire martial world?

“…Master?”

“Mm. Yes.”

“I’ve already called you three times.”

“…Really?”

He had never been so lost in thought that he lost his focus like this since stepping down from his position as sect leader.

A grandson he had met only briefly had created such profound depths of thought and then left.

“Jina.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Do you know what I want from you?”

“You told me to protect.”

“That’s right. I said I hoped you would neither let anyone take away nor lose the current Cheongeumjang that I have built.”

When Father’s words became lengthy, it meant the same thing as important matters coming up.

“Yes. You said that and commanded it.”

“I said that not because you were lacking.”

“I know that as well.”

Talent was, regrettably for Cheongeumjang, nothing more than a means to an end.

What mattered was simply that it was a means that enabled more than other things.

Even if you obtained those precious elixirs, pills, or herbs in the world, they were nothing before natural talent.

Though he thought he had devoted everything to his son Cheongjin, there were limits to talent.

Still, as they say, a tiger begets a tiger, and his son who had well-rounded talents was also able to complete his cultivation to the peak of transcendence.

“I’ll have to use my power directly.”

“You will act directly, Father?”

It had already been ten years since he last took direct action from here.

For such a father to personally shake off the dust and rise meant that Cheongun was receiving much greater expectations than anticipated.

“I should go wandering for a while. Aren’t there many good things in the world like the Great Return Pill or Purple Cloud Divine Pill, among others?”

These were pills known just by name.

Pills that wouldn’t even allow viewing unless you were their direct lineage.

“And leave Cheongun as he is.”

“To leave him as he is means…”

“Those who have received the gift of genius are not beings that ordinary people like us can dare to judge.”

The very thought of teaching something is arrogance.

This is a grandson who awakened Cheoneuisimgong on his own without anyone teaching him.

What Cheongun needs is not someone’s teachings.

It’s an environment where he can try everything he wants on his own.

“Ah. You said he also has talent in writing.”

“Yes. That’s correct. I got the feeling that he doesn’t forget what he sees once.”

“Talent in both literature and martial arts. Hahaha!”

It was the first time.

The first time Father had burst into laughter like this.

“Give him some books. Easy ones aren’t necessary. What children like Cheongun need is stimulation.”

“You’re saying to show him difficult books?”

“That’s right. Do you know what I felt first when I saw Cheongun?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Boredom.”

“You said… boredom?”

“That’s right.”

These were contents difficult for Cheongjin to understand.

The things shown to him and the things he looked for himself were surely things he was seeing for the first time, so why would he feel boredom?

When Cheongin showed an expression of not understanding, Cheongin showed a faint smile and said.

“Don’t you know why he feels boredom?”

“Yes. I’m lacking and don’t understand well.”

“No. What’s boring for Cheongun is understanding everything at once.”

It was content he could understand, but difficult to accept.

Isn’t this a talent that’s somewhat chilling?

“Inquire about everything and bring only the best. What Cheongun hears, wears, eats. All to the degree that they could be called the finest.”

“Yes, Father.”

Father’s eye for people was accurate.

This was also a characteristic of Cheoneuisimgong.

Since the seed of genius has been planted in the land called Cheongeumjang, it’s the land’s job to nurture it well and let it bloom.

Starting from today, a different wind began to blow through the land of Cheongeumjang.

Originally, rumors always start from the smallest things.

At first, rumors spread once that a son was born to Cheongeumjang, and now with time passed, rumors spread that Cheongeumjang was starting to buy up all the herbs and elixirs in the surrounding area.

Was it because of that?

Slightly different rumors were also spreading.

Rumors that the Eldest Son of Cheongeumjang was suffering from a chronic illness.

And Sowol, who was the protagonist behind spreading all those rumors, was heading to the library with Cheongun, satisfied with the successful results.

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