The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

“Son. What books would you like to see?”

“All of them.”

At those words, Sowol showed a smile.

She liked the look in her son’s eyes, wanting to see everything rather than having decided on just one thing.

A library similar in size to a sect’s manor.

The books filling it alone easily exceeded tens of thousands.

Could he really be a five-year-old child?

She didn’t have such thoughts.

If he was the child of herself and Cheongjin, he should naturally be like this.

“Then shall we look together with mom?”

“Yes. I’d like that.”

Cheongun wasn’t very talkative.

He wasn’t before his death either, but being completely reborn seemed to make it even worse.

Words cannot be taken back once spoken, and there are far more times when listening is more beneficial than speaking.

Cheongun picked out the books he wanted to see one by one.

It was truly a place that had everything.

While the secret martial arts of major sects or families were naturally unobtainable, they even had all the martial arts that direct disciples of each sect could learn.

However, these were things that didn’t interest Cheongun.

He had already experienced them physically in his previous life, and had directly seen some of them too.

To create new martial arts for his inconvenient body, he had seen almost everything.

What Cheongun was looking for was one thing.

Something that could solve the side effects of Cheoneuisimgong.

“…Nothing.”

The side effects of Cheoneuisimgong weren’t particularly severe.

At least not for Cheongun.

The side effect of internal energy accumulating quite slowly.

Since Cheongun had formed his dantian at the age of five, he had an advantage of at least ten years over others, but that wasn’t satisfying enough.

If it hadn’t been something like Cheoneuisimgong, Cheongun wouldn’t have learned it in the first place.

“What is?”

“Ah, you startled me!”

“Oh my? Our son seems a bit more like a five-year-old now?”

“…You startled me, Mother.”

“Hehe, you’ve returned to being the original Cheongun. What are you looking for?”

“Just… looking for something that seems interesting.”

Something that seems interesting.

Can’t even the numerous books here solve that?

“Hmm… shall mom show you something different?”

“Something different?”

“Yes. There are incredibly precious books, you know.”

“Yes. I’d like that.”

“Instead, let’s promise to study hard.”

“Yes.”

Study, huh.

He wondered if it was really necessary.

The pursuit of knowledge doesn’t always lead only to positive things.

Pursuit is greed, and greed is the greatest thing that prevents one from knowing their place.

He hadn’t seen properly yet, but since there was plenty of time anyway, he’d have to check slowly.

“But doesn’t our son want anything?”

“Want anything?”

“Yes. Usually at this age, they want this and that, you know.”

“Hmm…”

All sorts of things came to mind, but what he needed right now was decided.

“…A sword.”

“Hm?”

“A sword.”

“…A sword?”

Sowol, who had shown a surprised expression for a moment, soon smiled and answered.

“I should prepare one right away, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes, thank you.”

He was a son who didn’t match his age at all and had no cute charm.

However, Sowol preferred a son who wasn’t cute but capable over a cute but incompetent son.

“Could you tell them to make just one sword for Cheongun to use?”

At the same time as those words, a black shadow appeared before their eyes in an instant.

“Understood.”

The shadow left only an answer and disappeared again in an instant.

Sowol was observing her son’s reaction while doing so.

Being specialized in stealth and assassination, they were people whose presence was impossible to detect unless one was quite a master.

Yet her son wasn’t surprised at all.

Had he known all along?

Actually, it wasn’t important.

Whether he knew or didn’t know.

What mattered was that Cheongun’s reaction was nonchalant.

“Our son, you’re not surprised?”

“A guard. Isn’t it?”

“Did you know?”

“No. I had no idea.”

Cheongun’s emotionless gaze was only scanning the bookshelves.

Ah, such a delightful talent.

It was a very, very happy moment for Sowol.

She was so proud to have left such an excellent son to a place called Cheongeumjang.

“Well then, let’s read.”

“Yes.”

Cheongun’s daily routine was decided like this.

Reading books during the day, and circulating energy at night.

Due to the characteristics of Cheoneuisimgong, the accumulation speed was slow, but he felt clear and pure internal energy building up.

When the sword for Cheongun was completed just a few days later, a small change came to that routine.

‘Huh, to think a sword for a child would be of this level.’

He was so surprised he couldn’t speak.

A sword made of black iron for a five-year-old child to use.

Well, for Cheongeumjang, giving such a sword even to an ordinary warrior wouldn’t be strange.

“It’s made of black iron since you’ll only use it temporarily. Is it alright?”

At Sowol’s question, Cheongun, who had been reading books together with her, nodded.

“Yes. It’s adequate.”

“Hehe, adequate. Just like whose son you are.”

What would he do with the sword?

According to the former and current Patriarch, he had talent, so would he swing and thrust quite stylishly?

“Will you go use it right away?”

“No. I should finish what I was reading first.”

“Alright, do that.”

He had thought endlessly while circulating his qi.

With the muscles of a child’s body like now, he couldn’t swing as he did before death.

But what was the problem?

He still possessed all the sensations and experience from that time.

Barely suppressing his desire to swing immediately, he came out to the training ground holding his sword.

In the vast training ground, Cheongun was alone.

This was a place only direct descendants could use.

“Hm? Isn’t that the Patriarch’s son?”

“Oh ho, indeed it is. I heard talk that he has talent.”

“Wouldn’t all children look that way in their father’s eyes?”

Gangro and Baekjin, the Former Patriarch’s guardians, were sitting on the roof enjoying themselves.

With the Former Patriarch’s departure not far off now.

They were enjoying their daily hobby for the last time when Cheongun caught their attention.

“Heh heh, he came out with a sword.”

“A black iron sword. Quite a decent sword.”

They didn’t expect much from a mere five-year-old child, but these were people with eyes and ears.

Eyes and ears that could see and hear very far indeed.

“Doesn’t he look quite promising?”

“Ha ha ha. He said he watches his father train, and he’s copying it well…”

Suddenly.

Both their mouths clamped shut.

Though no one had silenced them, they couldn’t carelessly speak.

Cheongun began swinging his sword with his eyes closed.

Extremely basic stances.

Simply cutting horizontally and slashing vertically.

And thrusting as well.

All were basic stances, but the eyes of these two guardians could see what others couldn’t.

“Th-this is…

“Huh, is it truly his first time swinging a sword today…?”

The trajectory of that sword was absolutely not that of someone swinging for the first time.

Though Cheongun’s sword work ended after just a few swings, the lingering impression on the two guardians lasted much deeper.

“Huh…”

The guardians looked at each other with hollow laughter.

This was no ordinary matter.

For a martial prodigy to appear in Cheongeumjang, which held half the Continent’s wealth.

“This is dangerous…”

“I agree.”

Dangerous.

For everyone except Cheongeumjang, that is.

Unlike the assessment of these two guardians, Cheongun was quite dissatisfied.

Though it was a child’s body, his stamina was too lacking since he hadn’t trained his external arts.

“I should gradually start training too.”

Starting at too young an age wasn’t good.

Or so they say, but here was different.

This was Cheongeumjang.

A place where one could train external arts all day and still be in perfect condition to train again the next day.

“Cheongun.”

Then, his father’s voice was heard.

From his reaction, it seemed he hadn’t seen the training.

“Yes, Father.”

“A guest has come. Let’s go.”

“Am I coming along now too?”

“Yes. Go prepare with your mother.”

“Yes.”

A guest.

Who could it be?

That they were Cheongeumjang’s guest was important, but what was truly important was that Cheongjin, the Patriarch, was personally receiving them.

“Are you not going to ask who it is?”

A voice that momentarily stopped Cheongun’s steps as he was about to return to his mother.

At his father’s question, Cheongun turned around and answered.

“Rather than who it is, it’s more important that Father is personally receiving them.”

“…Yes. That’s right.”

A satisfied smile.

Though Cheongjin couldn’t spend much time with Cheongun due to his busy duties as Patriarch, whenever they conversed like this, the answer was always the same.

The response that came back was always the same, as if he knew exactly what answer was wanted.

Sometimes it was spine-chilling.

“Then I’ll go to Jangzujeon with Mother.”

“Yes. Ah, how was the sword?”

“It was good. Made of black iron, right?”

“It should be a fairly usable sword.”

“I’ll use it well.”

“Did you try swinging it?”

“Yes. I just tried swinging it.”

Was he going to ask him to swing it again?

He had no intention of hiding anything.

Cheongun thought there was nothing more foolish than hiding one’s talent.

Especially in a place like Cheongeumjang.

Competitors who shared the same blood? There were none.

Were external threats a concern? No.

A place of Cheongeumjang’s scale essentially had power rivaling the Nine Sects and One School or the Five Great Sects.

So if asked to swing, he was prepared to swing with all his might.

“I see. We must receive our guest, so go quickly. When the guest leaves, then we’ll look at your swordsmanship.”

“Yes, Father.”

Not long after Cheongun left, the so-called guests arrived.

Their walking seemed like treading on clouds.

Each step imbued with dignity.

Even the wind seemed to complement the long white beard, giving off a mysterious feeling.

“Huh, they said half the Continent’s wealth was here, and this place truly surpasses even the imperial palace.”

However, unlike the dignified figure, the child around Cheongun’s age beside him wore a rather displeased expression.

“Tsk, they’re just money-grubbers in the end, aren’t they?”

“I told you to watch your tongue. This is the stronghold of those you speak of.”

“…I understand, Father.”

It was merely the path from the entrance to Jangzujeon, but just walking that path would easily take more than an hour.

“Welcome.”

“It has been too long. I heard you had a son – congratulations.”

“Not at all. To meet the Daoist Masters of Gonglun like this feels like receiving congratulations itself.”

“Heh heh, you humble yourself so much I don’t know where to put myself. This is my disciple. Pay your respects.”

“Greetings. I am called Juhyeokjo.”

An arrogant greeting.

Thanks to that, his master’s face crumpled, but Juhyeokjo didn’t care.

The perception of him as a money-grubber, still deeply rooted in their minds, shows no signs of disappearing.

Though it might be offensive, Cheongjin’s expression doesn’t change in the slightest.

A child around his son’s age is simply adorable to him.

Since he can’t find even a trace of such cute behavior in his own son.

“Please come inside first. You must be hungry, so let’s have a meal first.”

“Thank you for the warm welcome.”

“Thank you.”

At the same time, the massive gates of Jangzujeon opened, revealing those inside who had come to welcome today’s guests.

It felt as imposing as castle gates opening.

Though officially they were guests, since this was a matter the Patriarch had to handle personally, only family was present.

Sowol and Cheongun.

And Cheongjin, who had come out to greet them, were all who would grace this occasion today.

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