The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

Just because I’ve lost some strength doesn’t mean I can’t handle someone of this level.

“Cough, cough…”

“Yes. You remember now. You told me about another place. When I was chasing that bastard.”

A moment of realization flickered in Danju’s final gaze before disappearing.

“What will you do about the others?”

“You mean those who plotted his escape?”

“Yes. I don’t mind, but they’re not exactly pleasant people either.”

“…Enough. How much more blood must these hands be stained with.”

Well, when he went to the Demonic Sect alone, he must have killed thousands.

“But how do you plan to restore my body? Do you know who made me like this?”

“Would I say I could restore it without knowing? It was the Young Sect Leader then, now the current Sect Leader.”

“The Young Sect Leader back then… was barely twenty. You’d need to surpass him, but is that possible?”

His expression showed he didn’t have much expectation.

But much time has passed since then.

That’s why it was resolved in my previous life.

“…Jina!!”

Just then, an urgent voice and presence could be felt.

Turning around, a beggar had suddenly appeared before my eyes.

“Who… are you?”

“Mujin, you fool! No matter how much time has passed, can’t you recognize this beggar brother?”

“Ge… Geowu?”

“I wondered where you’d gone, but your appearance has changed so much I couldn’t find you…”

“Brother…”

Perhaps because he was the Former Patriarch, they seemed to have deep ties from their similar periods of activity.

Since there was a natural depth of connection forged over long years, Cheongun stepped aside for a moment.

Before long, the two men came looking for Cheongun first.

“This bastard did such a thing.”

“That’s right, brother.”

“Well, I’ll be…”

I wondered why he came here, but had he come to take revenge on behalf of a lost connection?

I felt both grateful and indebted somehow.

“Well then, old man. May I ask one favor?”

“What? This kid? What makes you think you can ask me a favor?”

“Please help treat Senior Go here.”

His furious expression instantly calmed down again.

Usually at this age, emotions don’t show so easily.

“Your expression is impure.”

It seems he’s developed the ability to read others’ emotions.

“Is it possible?”

“It seems impossible alone.”

“That’s not it, but wouldn’t it be more comfortable?”

“…It’s not impossible, but you’re using a favor to me for this?”

His expression was genuinely dumbfounded.

As expected, everything shows on this senior’s face.

“Yes. Won’t you do it?”

“It’s not that I won’t…”

Of course, it’s not just anyone but helping Mujin.

“Let’s go. I know a suitable place.”

This young one is quite bold.

This kid came here today.

I know there was a small incident at the inn too.

It seems he’s finished his preparations, so I followed Cheongun, and we arrived at the inn where the incident had occurred earlier.

The innkeeper welcomed us as if he’d been waiting for Cheongun.

“You’ve arrived!”

“Yes. Just give us one room where no one can come.”

“Is that what you mentioned earlier?”

“Yes.”

“Understood. I’ll escort you this way.”

Old Geou couldn’t possibly not know this was Haomu Inn.

His expression wasn’t great, but he knew this was the best choice.

Bangwunhyeok, who I expected to be with Danju, was a bit concerning, but he wasn’t at a level where Bangwunhyeok could do anything.

For now, finishing Go Mujin’s treatment first was urgent.

“This is the place. No one knows about it except me.”

“Good, don’t let anyone in until we come out.”

“Yes, understood.”

The empty room had nothing but a single bed.

“So, what can I help with now?”

“Just match my energy circulation.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s right.”

“Then I…”

Before Gomujin could finish speaking, Cheongun pulled out a pouch from his chest.

“Please take this.”

“What is this…”

Checking what was in the pouch, it contained all sorts of precious things.

“Is this a Ten Thousand Year Fire Carp?”

“It’s a Thousand Year Fire Carp.”

“Then this isn’t Ten Thousand Year Snow Ginseng but Thousand Year Snow Ginseng.”

“That’s right.”

“Ah, of course. These aren’t ordinary treasures.”

“I ate both of them.”

“What…?”

At those words, both men stared blankly at Cheongun.

Since each has strong yin and yang energy, eating them together maximizes the effect.

“I knew it when I saw your ridiculous internal energy.”

“Am I the Patriarch of Cheongeumjang for nothing?”

“Hah… these are things that even a thousand gold can barely obtain.”

“When a thousand gold is difficult, we offer ten thousand gold. That place is Cheongeumjang.”

Isn’t it the place where gold gathers under heaven?

“…”

The persuasiveness was overflowing to the point where both men could only nod their heads.

“Let’s start from the beginning. First, take this. I’ll handle the energy circulation.”

“R-right.”

Even with an age difference of several times over, he’s very skilled at handling people.

As soon as he swallowed the Thousand Year Snow Ginseng, massive amounts of internal energy and yin energy began pounding his entire body simultaneously.

It was a sensation he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

A sensation that was both nostalgic and painful.

“You just need to stay conscious.”

“Whew…”

Gomujin nodded slightly in response.

Geou positioned himself behind Gomujin, while Cheongun took his place in front.

“You must follow carefully.”

“You brat. You know who I am and still say such things?”

He wasn’t some nobody, so who could possibly tell him to follow carefully?

That was his thinking.

But this… if he let his guard down even slightly, it felt like he’d lose his way.

‘Ha! The delicacy of qi manipulation…’

The path itself wasn’t difficult.

After all, they were moving through a human body.

It was just going from meridian to meridian.

But this delicacy was the problem.

It was so delicate it felt like threading a needle.

It was at a level that seemed to penetrate deeply through door cracks into the earth’s breathing holes in the soil below.

‘I must concentrate…’

Nearly fifteen years. No, was it twenty years?

Since he’d broken a sweat?

And this was just the beginning.

Yin and yang qi began to clash, and he had to achieve harmony between them simultaneously.

If he could just succeed in opening the blocked meridians first, then Gomujin would be able to circulate qi on his own afterward.

So he only needed to exert himself until then.

The flow of time became meaningless.

He no longer knew how much time had passed, just opening each blocked area one by one.

‘Amazing, truly amazing!’

It was an aged and decrepit body.

A body that wouldn’t be strange if it died.

Yet such danger didn’t feel particularly threatening.

“Cough…!”

At that moment, black blood gushed out with a violent cough.

So much impure qi had accumulated that the blood didn’t flow but had solidified.

Time flowed on and continued to flow.

“Phew, it’s finished.”

“Hah…”

Thud.

Geou collapsed to the floor.

He looked up at Cheongun with eyes full of wonder.

Cheongun too was drenched in sweat from the difficult task.

“It seems seven days and nights have passed.”

“Mujin is…”

“He’ll regain consciousness soon.”

Gomujin’s transformation was one thing, but the bigger issue was Cheongun.

He had expected the amount of internal energy to be substantial.

When they first met.

And when he had exchanged moves before, he couldn’t sense the bottom of it.

But seeing it today, it wasn’t at that level.

Had he consumed good spiritual medicines?

Yes, naturally there would be an effect.

If anyone was fed various spiritual medicines and elixirs like thousand-year ginseng and thousand-year pear from childhood, their internal energy would increase.

Calling masters to perform energy cleansing and teaching martial arts as well.

However, there should be a reasonable limit to such things.

Even with all sorts of methods, there should be a certain level.

But Cheongun before his eyes had far exceeded any predictable level, even accounting for such factors.

Consider the years he had lived.

Wasn’t he already part of the older generation?

Yet here he was, slightly exhausted and sitting down, while that young—no, that child—merely sweated but stood firmly in place.

“Wh-where…”

Then Gomujin slowly opened his eyes.

His vision looked the same as always, but the state of his body felt completely different.

“Are you conscious?”

“Is-is it finished?”

“Yes.”

“Brother is…”

“Here. Try circulating your qi. How does your body feel?”

A massive amount of internal energy settled in his dantian.

Moreover, his cleansed meridians seemed to have achieved complete transformation.

‘Complete transformation?’

Opening his eyes and looking down at his hands and feet, his skin had improved and his muscles had filled out like before.

“Th-this is…”

“Finally you look similar to the Mujin I used to know.”

Of course, it wasn’t exactly the same appearance as back then.

It wasn’t perfect transformation either.

But it was true that his body had become perfectly suited for using his original martial arts.

“I would have asked for nothing more if only that bastard died…”

Just one day.

That’s how long it took for everything to change.

Yesterday, he had gone to work at the blacksmith shop, making and repairing farming tools and swords, then repeatedly visited the prison guards to ask if that bastard had died.

Always the same answer, but he always went to ask.

“Now you won’t be easily defeated anywhere, will you?”

Gomujin laughed heartily at Cheongun’s words.

“Haha! Hardly.”

Just that laugh made his body tingle—his strength had definitely returned considerably.

“Then please take good care of our family.”

“Are you truly satisfied with just that? Protecting Cheongeumjang. You have given me a debt deeper than life-saving grace.”

His hardened expression said it all.

If asked to rush to the Martial Arts Alliance and kill the Alliance Leader right now, he would do so.

Conversely, if asked to kill the Demonic Sect Leader, it would be the same.

“Yes. That’s enough.”

Cheongun also answered without the slightest hesitation.

“Very well. I shall do so. Gomujin. I swear on my name and the names of my departed family.”

It was the most certain answer of all.

“Phew, I’m glad the results were better than I expected.”

Cheongun also poured the remaining spiritual medicine from his pouch into his mouth.

“Y-you brat. Don’t you know proper respect for elders?”

“I saved some.”

“Tsk…!”

He handed spiritual medicine to Geou, who was still sitting on the floor like a true beggar, and began with light qi circulation.

Even after mastering Cheoneuisimgong, he steadily compensated for weaknesses and maximized strengths.

Just because one could create new martial arts didn’t mean constantly innovating was always the answer.

Existing techniques had established themselves because they were excellent.

If he saw weaknesses in them, he just needed to compensate for those weaknesses.

Rather, the martial arts that Cheongun truly wants to create are techniques that differ from others even in their method of internal energy circulation.

“Let’s go now. I have another place I need to visit.”

“Is it over already? Must be because you’re young—you finish quite quickly.”

Cheongun’s next schedule.

It’s no different—I need to go meet another one of our mysterious martial artists who’s hiding away somewhere.

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