The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 37

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Chapter 37

 

“Father?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

What unexpectedly silenced the Head of the Family was Danliso.

 

“Deals are never meant to be seen through from beginning to end.”

 

“…Yes. That makes sense too.”

 

I don’t know what her intention is, but it’s actually correct.

 

Looking at her eyes, it seems like she knows what words would have followed.

 

“So, where will our Eldest Son of Cheongeumjang go now?”

 

It’s blatantly changing the subject, but it’s better to go along with it at times like this.

 

“I’m not sure yet. I’ve already accomplished the purpose of this journey to Gangho.”

 

Naturally, it’s a lie.

 

The place I need to go was decided long before I even came to the Danggga.

 

“Is that so? Then how about traveling together with Father on the way back.”

 

“You mean to Cheongeumjang?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“If that would be more convenient for you, I’ll do so.”

 

“Mm, thank you.”

 

It’s on the way anyway.

 

Whether I arrive a day early or a month early doesn’t make much difference to my schedule.

 

“Then when do we depart?”

 

“I have a place to stop by briefly, so it will take about a month.”

 

“A whole month? That’s a good amount of time to prepare.”

 

The Head of the Family looked at Cheongun with regretful eyes.

 

No matter how he looked at it, there was no one quite like this person.

 

From the moment Cheongun briefly entered a state of enlightenment, he had investigated his activities, and aside from stopping at one other place, he couldn’t find any other traces.

 

He had also discovered that long ago he had briefly conducted business at Gonglun, so it wasn’t that information was lacking, but that he had actually only stopped at one place.

 

It meant that with very high probability, this was the first time he had met one of the Three Peaks.

 

‘Sigh…’

 

He was a talent too precious to let go.

 

Enough to want to find all sorts of excuses to keep him here.

 

If only he weren’t from Cheongeumjang but from somewhere else.

 

Then there could have been various methods, but it just had to be Cheongeumjang.

 

No matter how much one doesn’t care greatly about gold, that’s only when you have a reasonable amount.

 

If it’s a place with an endless wave of gold like the Yangtze River, that’s a different story.

 

“Ah, I have one request.”

 

“A request. What is it?”

 

“I would like to witness the ultimate technique of hidden weapons.”

 

Bold words.

 

For a young martial artist not even twenty to say he wants to witness the ultimate technique, when even requesting a simple sparring match would be laughable.

 

However, knowing Cheongun’s abilities, the Head of the Family also showed an interested look.

 

“How about Father showing it personally?”

 

“Me?”

 

“Since Father brought him here, it’s only proper.”

 

“That’s true.”

 

If Cheongun had tried to enter through the main gate of the Danggga instead of being brought by the Patriarch, even as the Eldest Son of Cheongeumjang, he wouldn’t have been able to enter easily.

 

They’re not part of the Five Great Sects, are they?

 

Of course, they wouldn’t have turned him away at the door either.

 

“Father is one of the few who has achieved great mastery.”

 

“Haven’t you also achieved great mastery?”

 

“How could I compare to Father?”

 

“Tsk.”

 

Seeing that he doesn’t deny it, he seems to be in quite a good mood.

 

Somehow, like Geou, I wonder if people become more childish as they age.

 

Of course, there are probably seniors who aren’t like that.

 

“Alright, let me show you.”

 

“It’s an honor.”

 

“Honor, my foot. Instead, consider it a debt. I’ll use it for something important later.”

 

“How about this instead? It certainly won’t measure up, but I’ve learned one rather interesting hidden weapon technique.”

 

“Really? A hidden weapon technique?”

 

Just from the atmosphere, you’d think he’d be stuffy like arrogant Taoist masters, but surprisingly he seems to have learned all sorts of things.

 

“It’s nothing special, just a miscellaneous skill. I call it the Needle Flicking Technique.”

 

“Needle Flicking Technique, that’s an interesting name. Can you show it now?”

 

Cheongun immediately channeled his internal energy thinly to his fingertips.

 

Then he lightly swept his finger across the table above as if brushing away dust.

 

Then, like wood shaved by a plane, extremely thin wood was created, and it began to form into a wooden needle on Cheongun’s finger.

 

“Oh ho…”

 

“Huh, it’s truly like calligraphy in the use of internal energy.”

 

Then he began gathering internal energy at the tip of the wooden needle.

 

Like he had used long ago on Gonryun Mountain, the gathered internal energy fell from Cheongun’s finger and quickly burst outward, with Cheongun controlling the direction of that burst.

 

The wooden needle instantly flew to the wall and embedded itself.

 

Only a blackened scorch mark remained briefly in that spot before disappearing, and the wooden needle was nowhere to be found.

 

“Is it True Fire? It doesn’t quite look like that though.”

 

“That’s right. Using internal energy that bursts instantaneously…”

 

When he briefly explained the principle, their eyes lit up, perhaps because they originally loved research.

 

“Quite impressive. To be able to use such a small amount of internal energy so efficiently.”

 

“It’s also amazing that it leaves no trace.”

 

“Flying like a single flame and leaving no trace, it’s the brightest yet darkest hidden weapon.”

 

“Dark Flame Void…”

 

At Danliso’s murmur, everyone’s gaze instantly turned toward her.

 

“That’s a good name. Dark Flame Void.”

 

“Feel free to call it whatever you like, do whatever you want with it.”

 

“Haha, yes. You’ve presented something quite decent as payment for witnessing. I’m in a good mood.”

 

The Patriarch, showing a satisfied smile, soon rose from his seat.

 

Was there any need to drag this out further?

 

What to receive, and what to give.

 

The settlement of all these things was complete.

 

“It wouldn’t be good for others to see, so follow me.”

 

Where the Patriarch headed was not outside the Patriarch’s Hall, but inside.

 

Inside the Patriarch’s Hall was a space that only the Head of the Family could use, a place so secret that successive heads had used it for secluded training.

 

“Originally flower petals should bloom in the sky to be beautiful, but there’s no difference in power, so don’t worry.”

 

“Sometimes I cover the sky with my own hands. Do you know? That it can indeed be covered.”

 

At those words, the Patriarch burst into laughter.

 

“Haha, yes. Today I’ll cover your eyes with something else.”

 

“I’m ready.”

 

“Good. Soya. Watch carefully. Only once.”

 

“…Yes. Grandfather.”

 

Just like when he sparred with that kid from the Peng Family before, Cheongun’s ready stance is impressive even seeing it again now.

 

Just placing his hand on the sword sheath and that’s it.

 

‘What an interesting fellow…’

 

Even so, no major openings could be felt.

 

Small gaps were visible to the eye.

 

But when every place looked like a small gap, could it really be called an opening?

 

Perhaps the gaps visible now were certainly not openings confirmed from the person called Cheongun, but gaps originating from that peculiar stance.

 

“You claim to be immune to all poisons, but let’s see if you can withstand all of this.”

 

At those words, this time Cheongun smiled and replied.

 

“For that to happen, you’d have to reach me first.”

 

“I’ve long known of your arrogance, so I’ll correct it this time. Fix just that and you’d be quite decent.”

 

“I’ll do my best.”

 

“I am Dangmuryang.”

 

“…I am Cheongun.”

 

The internal energy of Dangmuryang, who stood with his hands behind his back, finally began to reveal its true form.

 

The Patriarch of the Sichuan Tang Family, one of the Five Great Sects.

 

‘I’ll go with eight-tenths power.’

 

If he unleashed his full ten-tenths power, this training ground itself wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

 

“Dodge this.”

 

Manceonhwau (Rain of Flowers Filling the Sky).

 

All of this begins the moment a hidden weapon leaves Dangmuryang’s hand.

 

Though it’s the pinnacle of hidden weapon techniques where projectiles pour down like flower petals filling the sky and raining down, only one hidden weapon left Dangmuryang’s hand.

 

He saw it clearly.

 

A shabby hidden weapon with no decoration, even its handle made of wood.

 

A bit large to use as a hidden weapon, yet a bit small to use like a sword.

 

If held in hand it would be a dagger or short blade, if thrown like a hidden weapon it would become a flying sword or flying blade.

 

The moment that hidden weapon, like a kind of signal flare, left his hand, Dangmuryang’s internal energy began to dominate the entire training ground.

 

A person who was both a poison master of the Danggga and a master of hidden weapon techniques.

 

A person who could use Manceonhwau as invisible hidden weapons through internal energy.

 

The gaze that had been focused on the single hidden weapon that left his hand naturally turned to the surroundings.

 

It was both to follow that hidden weapon and because of Dangmuryang’s internal energy that dominated the interior.

 

‘…What a magnificent sight.’

 

It’s invisible to ordinary eyes.

 

Invisible hidden weapons crafted one by one with internal energy.

 

That energy alone is suffocating.

 

For anyone else, that is.

 

Since this energy already contained terrible poison, anyone breathing normally wouldn’t see even a single petal.

 

So there was a reason they were called petals.

 

The invisible hidden weapons crafted from the energy filling the surroundings began to bloom, containing terrible and dreadful poison.

 

“Full Bloom.”

 

If those energies had bloomed in the sky, if they had received sunlight, they would have been several times more beautiful.

 

As each poison possessed different toxic energy, flowers of various colors began to bloom all at once at Dangmuryang’s single word.

 

Perhaps this was the true poison peak.

 

The petals of the fully bloomed flowers scattered gracefully.

 

The petals that seemed ready to pour down at any moment were slowly falling while remaining bloomed in mid-air.

 

Just like real flower petals falling.

 

“Huh…!”

 

“This is grandfather’s, the Danggga’s ultimate technique…”

 

Though witnessing it directly was a first, the blood of the Danggga was telling him instead.

 

That it was perfect.

 

‘It’s coming.’

 

Dangmuryang wasn’t moving.

 

Only one thing could be confirmed about Dangmuryang.

 

That he wasn’t taking his eyes off Cheongun.

 

Other than that, there was nothing else to confirm as he didn’t even make the slightest movement.

 

Yet the reason he was certain it would come was because he had read the presence of the flying blade he had thrown first.

 

Originally, beauty in martial arts becomes more profound the closer it gets to death.

 

The petals that had seemed endlessly beautiful all began falling toward Cheongun at once.

 

It was like a disaster.

 

Many try to avoid falling rain, but very few feel it’s dangerous.

 

These petals were like that.

 

Just like real rain, it was natural to the point where reading each individual movement was nearly impossible.

 

Just as no one had ever tried to dodge heavy rain drop by drop, the petals gave that same feeling.

 

There was no sense of discord.

 

There were no blind spots.

 

There was no choice but to dodge everything or block it all.

 

‘This too exceeds expectations.’

 

It didn’t mean it exceeded expectations about a person.

 

It meant it surpassed expectations for a technique called an ultimate move.

 

‘An attack with no blind spots means…it’s also an attack without flow.’

 

If he had to block everywhere, Cheongun also had options.

 

” Fourth Form.”

 

In an instant, Cheongun lowered his stance and drew his sword from his waist.

 

” (Closing Heaven Controlling Sword)”

 

Like the name of the technique, Cheongun’s restrained sword that closed the heavens connected precisely between heaven and earth.

 

“What strange movements…”

 

The Head of the Family who had stepped back to watch all of this.

 

Even in that Head’s eyes, it was visible.

 

That Cheongun’s sword showed a strangely peculiar sword path, and that the operation of his internal energy was so delicate it might be sorcery.

 

From Cheongun’s sword path that connected earth and heaven, a nobly pure blue light began to burst forth.

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