The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 28

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Chapter 28

“How much time has passed?”

“It’s been seven days and nights.”

Looking at the innkeeper’s appearance, it seems he hadn’t left this place.

It must have been quite difficult.

I gave him additional silver coins.

“And here’s the information you requested.”

“Hmm….”

Checking the contents, it’s information lacking nothing.

At the mention of information, Geou’s expression behind me hardens and I can hear him grumbling.

“Tsk, in Righteous Sect territory, leaving Gaebang aside, why do you keep….”

“Just give me one empty room.”

“Yes, understood.”

I entered a suitable empty room and received a rough report on what had happened during this time.

“But isn’t there anything you want to know?”

Perhaps because of the information from earlier, he seems quite anxious.

He’s asking why I keep seeking out Haomun while leaving perfectly good Gaebang aside.

Even knowing the reason, it’s naturally difficult to accept.

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh….”

He’s the former Patriarch of Gaebang, no less.

One who used to carry nine knots.

Even now, his head is full of information, but what can be said when there’s no need for it?

Information always commands a high price because there are always many who possess much yet need it.

No matter how much one possesses, what can be sold when there’s no need for information?

“Rather, shouldn’t you be giving me something?”

“What do you mean?”

“Aren’t I providing you with my information?”

“How is that you giving it? I’m finding it out myself.”

“Do you truly think so?”

“…Ha.”

It’s this attitude of his that I don’t like.

Compared to others, it’s naturally an arrogant attitude, but he has the qualifications for it.

He possesses much.

Whenever I converse with this fellow, such mishaps of being left speechless frequently occur.

“Let me at least know where you’re going. I’ll find out anyway if we go together, won’t I?”

“We’re going to Sichuan.”

“Sichuan…?”

Isn’t that too broad?

My brow furrows for a moment.

In Sichuan alone, there are Cheongsengpa and Amipa, and even Dangjia.

I can roughly guess this fellow’s purpose, but he’s the first I’ve encountered who can’t narrow down his destination even when his purpose is roughly known.

“We’re going to Dangjia.”

“Dangjia….”

A dangerous place.

It’s also a closed-off place, and one that doesn’t forget favors and grudges.

I don’t know whether he’s going to leave favors or grudges, but I now know he’s not foolish enough to commit stupid acts.

“But isn’t Mujin alone insufficient?”

“…Yes.”

It’s an answer that might hurt Gomujin’s pride a little.

However, in reality, there are so many enemies that it’s impossible to clearly distinguish between the Martial Arts Alliance and the Demonic Sect.

So, I have no choice but to classify everyone as enemies.

“Or perhaps you’re underestimating him too much.”

“You mean Senior Go?”

“I’m fine. My strength has just returned, so isn’t it natural?”

“No. Still, shouldn’t we acknowledge what should be acknowledged?”

Looking at his eyes, it seems that’s not his only purpose.

What a cunning old man.

“…Let’s do that.”

As Cheongun rose from his seat, Gomujin also silently followed suit.

Honestly, I’m curious.

About what level I’m at now.

Though I’ve aged, a warrior’s spirit doesn’t grow old.

Three people stepping outside the inn.

With their martial prowess, they could know without directly exchanging moves.

But…

“Your body must be quite itchy.”

Wouldn’t his body be itchy?

Someone who had trained martial arts so much.

“It’s not just my body. My heart is the same.”

It feels like more than itchy, as if it’s festering somewhere.

“Over there!!”

As we were leaving the inn and heading toward a secluded place, a group of people was approaching us.

Wondering who it was, it’s Bangwunhyeok.

He probably saw that Danju died while searching for him.

“Who is that fellow?”

“He’s similar to that Danju from before.”

“Ah, that….”

He seems to have brought at least fifty people, but we can’t kill them all.

He probably finished investigating the surroundings during the time I was treating Gomujin.

“Take this.”

Cheongun took out what Danju had handed over from his chest.

And he passed over what he had received when leaving the inn.

“This is….”

These were evidence that Danju had been connected to the Demonic Sect.

It wasn’t that large a group to begin with.

Those who had never even set foot on the Demonic Sect’s land yet followed the Demonic Sect.

They’re literally bundles of contradiction.

“Th-that’s false!”

“Do you know what this is and call it false?”

“Th-that’s….”

“Your name is here too. Bangwunhyeok.”

Since I’ve handed over the evidence, they’ll handle it themselves.

“Let’s go.”

He’ll probably be endlessly tortured and confess to the fact that he conspired with the Demonic Sect.

Even if he hadn’t, it doesn’t matter.

Following them alone is a grave crime.

Leaving the brief commotion behind, we arrived at the secluded place.

“Now, I trust you’ll handle it well.”

Geou’s expression never loses its interest.

“Please teach me.”

“Enough with the modesty. Let’s see you bring out your true skills.”

It’s an impressive stance with a fist that seems already thrown.

Cheongun prepared as always, placing his hand on his sword sheath.

Though it was a relaxed posture, this was equivalent to his fully prepared battle stance.

When the quiet turned to stillness, and that stillness transformed into suffocating silence.

Thump.

Internal energy burst forth powerfully along the extended fist.

‘Projectile energy?’

No, it wasn’t projectile energy.

What appeared to be shooting out wasn’t actually being shot—rather, it was accumulating.

“Hah, how long has it been since I’ve seen this? Mujin’s exclusive martial art, the Energy Accumulation Fist Technique.”

Energy Accumulation Fist Technique.

Gomujin’s exclusive martial art that continuously accumulated internal energy in the fist.

The terrifying aspect of this fist technique was that it could explode this accumulated internal energy to match any desired move.

Usually, techniques are categorized.

Advance and retreat, attack and defense, evasion and so on.

However, such distinctions don’t exist in Gomujin’s martial arts.

Advance and attack.

That’s all.

‘Here he comes.’

The trees behind him toppled from just the recoil of his foot striking the ground.

Who could see this old man as someone who had just recovered moments ago?

“Hey now! Mujin, you fool! Control yourself a bit!”

Perhaps because he had just recovered, his power control wasn’t quite right.

If he had used his internal energy moderately just now, the back wouldn’t have become so devastated.

“Hup!!”

Low.

It was an instinctive movement that knew taking a much lower center than the opponent was advantageous.

The attack aimed at Cheongun’s abdomen was blocked by slightly twisting the sword sheath he was holding.

Naturally drawing his sword from there, Cheongun immediately swung it wrapped in blue-green energy.

A brief distance opened up.

There might have been time for a moment’s observation, but they had already had plenty of time with each other.

Fierce offense and defense followed after that.

Sword and fist met in midair, but they didn’t directly collide.

Only the internal energy each carried met in the air, creating strange roaring sounds rather than the explosive noise of something colliding.

“Hah, what a spectacle.”

Gomujin was exactly as remembered.

As if he still possessed his prime form intact.

Yet Cheongun, who was facing him, wasn’t being pushed back in the slightest.

“…Are you waiting?”

For that fist.

Was he waiting for more internal energy to accumulate in Gomujin’s Energy Accumulation Fist Technique?

As always, such an arrogant and arrogant child.

Usually, just watching a few exchanges would make the outcome as clear as fire, but now it felt impossible to predict.

Indeed, the resonance created each time their internal energies clashed grew stronger and more frequent.

At first, these were things only seen with the eyes and heard with the ears.

Now, a single wave scattered hair and flattened the grass where they stood.

Trees gradually began to tremble, and the rocks they sat on started to move.

If this continued much longer, nearby villages would surely think an earthquake had occurred.

“…”

They stopped.

Because someone couldn’t handle it?

No, as both were aware of this fact, they felt it.

That now was the time to end it.

“Even after receiving life-saving grace, I feel jealous of such talent.”

“Is that so.”

He seemed to hear about talent quite often.

Though it wasn’t much different from his previous life.

Environment was truly this frightening.

The conversation ended, and internal energy was gathered.

This meant they would settle it with this.

“Come.”

“Yes.”

It was an upright, honest attack.

Containing not a trace of curved flow.

Only straight lines were contained, with nothing but destroying or being destroyed.

“Fourth technique. One Fist Breaks Heaven.”

Breaking heaven with a single fist.

What an arrogant technique this was.

To think such a technique was hidden within the rather static and gentle martial art called Energy Accumulation Fist Technique, which merely accumulated internal energy in the fist.

“Flow-Breaking Sword Technique.”

“Flow-Breaking Sword Technique…?”

Even Geou, who had been watching with bated breath, couldn’t help but make a questioning sound.

It was a sword technique he had never heard of.

“This technique. Breaking Through to Earth’s Fall.”

It was a sword that should be said to resemble and contain the technique’s name itself.

‘How strange…’

Literally strange and bizarre movements continued, then the sword and fist began to intertwine.

The two intertwined began to push against each other strongly, as if trying to expand their respective domains, as if denying each other.

“That’s…”

The massive amount of internal energy went beyond simply being intertwined.

It kept being pushed from behind, and pushed again.

As if being compressed.

Internal energy gradually began to compress at a single point in midair.

Just as each contained different internal energy, they had repulsive force when they met.

Since that repulsive force couldn’t even occur and was gathering like that, this was a moment when something serious would definitely happen.

“W-wait a moment!”

Geou, who had been watching the rarely seen spectacle in a daze, soon came to his senses.

If this continued, that strange thing in midair would definitely keep growing.

Fortunately, both withdrew their power at Geou’s words.

It was fortunate it wasn’t a case of internal energy contest, or he wouldn’t have been able to intervene and would have nearly ruined everything properly.

“This… I have lost.”

“No, you haven’t.”

“No. I lost. Clearly at that.”

One Fist Breaks Heaven, the fourth technique of Energy Accumulation Fist Technique.

He had been in a state where internal energy was accumulated in his fist through energy accumulation.

Yet to be blocked so easily.

No matter how recently he had recovered, there was no room for excuses.

Cheongun was also a little surprised.

His body shouldn’t be in perfect condition, yet this was far beyond expectations.

“More than that… what is this?”

Though Geou wanted to ask Cheongun many things, even Geou had to deal with this problem first.

Perhaps because of what happened earlier, a small ring-like thing had appeared in mid-air.

“Hmm… just in case, don’t touch it for now—you fool!!”

While saying those words, Cheongun plucked it with his hand as if picking fruit.

“Hmm, I wonder if it’s edible.”

“Are you an idiot? Give it here, you bastard!”

Thinking he would actually eat it if left alone, Geou tried to take it, but as soon as his hand touched it, there was a keening sound and his skin was instantly peeled away.

“…I can’t touch this thing.”

“Senior Go can’t either?”

Gomujin was able to.

From the looks of it, it seemed to have been created by the power of the two, so only they could touch it.

Though he didn’t know how it could be used, he kept it for now.

“The night is too deep to depart immediately, so we can go tomorrow.”

“Right. Go straight to Cheongeumjang.”

“I’ll write a letter for you.”

“I’m grateful.”

Senior Gomujin, the first one he had brought.

It seemed he could give him more than a passing grade.

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