The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Jinhyeon, the True Person of Kunlun.

He was a figure who held the position of elder as the senior martial brother of the sect leader.

Originally, he should have been in the sect leader’s position, but prioritizing the qualities to lead others better over the level of martial arts, he had elevated his junior martial brother to sect leader.

“Even after such a long time, you remain unchanged.”

“Thank you, Daoist Master. You still overflow with dignity as well.”

After finishing greetings with Sowol, Jinhyeon soon matched eye level with Cheongun.

“Nice to meet you. I am called Jinhyeon.”

“Greetings, Daoist Master. I am called Cheongun.”

A child with quite proper manners.

And just from looking at his eyes, one could tell.

‘This is definitely not an ordinary child.’

A posture that didn’t waver in the slightest.

His gaze, which seemed close to emotionless, was rather impressive.

Because it was extremely stable, it felt even more special.

“Exchange greetings, Joya.”

“…Hello. I’m Juhyeokjo.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Cheongun.”

Cheongun’s greeting was the same.

Still stiff, with no particular emotion felt.

What had been somewhat impressive changed to an unforgettable level of impression.

Though he must have lived speaking down to servants, he precisely understood the situation and environment where he shouldn’t do so.

‘He has a dantian.’

Juhyeokjo was also five years old, but had formed his dantian about a year ago.

However, knowing what kind of mental cultivation method Cheoneuisimgong was, the approaching meaning was completely different.

“Now, stay here and get acquainted.”

With that, Jinhyeon moved to another spot to converse with Cheongjin and Sowol, and Cheongun turned around and left Jangzujeon.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Come out.”

Juhyeokjo was also startled by the voice that was different from before.

While still emotionless, the politeness had disappeared.

The place Cheongun headed to, taking Juhyeokjo with him, was the Training Ground.

“What? Want to have a sparring match?”

He was the one Jinhyeon had accepted, even breaking his declaration that he wouldn’t take disciples.

In terms of talent alone, he thought he was ahead of anyone.

It was laughable.

How dare those who only knew how to roll money around?

“What, not interested because I’m a money bug?”

At those words, Juhyeokjo showed a smile instead.

“Bugs are fun to squash.”

“That’s an impious thing for a Daoist to say.”

“So what? Anyway, the only person here is Master.”

While Cheongun had memories from his previous life, that insolent brat was only five years old.

‘Kunlun’s future looks bleak.’

Though his master didn’t seem to be like that.

Jinhyeon was a Daoist who had been famous before.

He was the kind of person who spread the Dao and always suited the word ‘Daoist’ better than anyone.

He probably accepted that brat as a disciple because he possessed very outstanding qualities.

Accepting him while knowing this temperament meant he intended to teach and correct him directly.

Unfortunately, people don’t change easily.

Step, step.

Cheongun, who headed to where wooden swords were prepared on one side of the Training Ground, picked up a wooden sword and threw it to Juhyeokjo.

The wooden sword that had rolled on the floor with a crude sound arrived precisely at Juhyeokjo’s feet, and Cheongun also returned to stand in front of him.

“…You started this first.”

“Pick it up.”

He seemed not to remember calling him a money bug.

Just because one has a dantian doesn’t mean it can be used immediately.

Especially at such a young age.

At most, he would be learning how to hold and swing a sword, and the rest would be slowly building internal energy while cultivating.

Seeing the expression of a five-year-old child full of resentment, he thought it was rather cute, but buds must be cut early.

“I’ll let you have the first move.”

“How dare a money bug…!”

His stance was quite excellent.

Enough that the Kunlun Sect elder had gone back on his word and accepted him as a disciple.

However, he was still far from ready.

He couldn’t properly balance his strength.

Especially in an emotionally agitated state like now.

Thwack.

One exchange was enough.

“Huh…?”

The wooden sword he had been gripping tightly fell to the floor with a thud, so futilely.

The opponent’s movement wasn’t fast enough to be invisible, and his stance felt like he had only practiced it a few times.

It certainly seemed that way, yet the result was completely unexpected.

“Grr…!”

In frustration, he tried to grip the sword again.

With a sharp sound, the wooden sword struck Juhyeokjo’s hand hard.

“Agh!”

“May I pick it up?”

“What?”

“If you want to pick up the sword, say it like this.”

“Bullsh…”

Thwack.

This time, instead of his hand, the tip of the wooden sword flew precisely to his neck.

It was strange.

It wasn’t fast, yet he couldn’t avoid it.

“Gah! Cough…!”

“You don’t seem inclined to do so.”

Hmm.

His gaze was still impious.

Wasn’t his intention to see him as a bug quite evident?

“The head that had impious thoughts.”

Thwack!

“The mouth that spoke such words.”

Thwack!

“The feet that stepped forward carelessly with such thoughts and attitude.”

Tap tap!

“Even the hands that tried to grip the sword without permission.”

The sound of the wooden sword tapping continued, and Juhyeokjo sat down on the ground, whimpering from the pain he felt.

A child was still a child after all.

That’s why Cheongun had also controlled his strength appropriately.

His hand was only cracked to the bone slightly?

“Heu, heuaaang!!”

Since he was a kid with quite the personality, even his crying was very loud.

Cheongun didn’t avoid the spot and stood still, continuing to stare at Juhyeokjo.

This was a place with no one around.

Ah, to be precise, it was a place filled only with Cheongeumjang’s guards.

If it were Jinhyeon Jinin, Cheongjin, and Sowol’s level, they would have certainly heard this crying, but it was clear that no one would come right now.

Cheongun had heard it too.

The use of the derogatory term “money bug.”

There was no way the master of this place and his wife hadn’t heard it, and Jinhyeon, who was right beside them, certainly couldn’t have missed it.

If this were to become an issue, they would have to get into why such a thing happened in the first place.

“Ma, Master! Heuaaang!!”

Juhyeokjo called out for his master at the top of his lungs, but no one came.

Only Cheongun, looking at him with emotionless eyes, entered his sight.

At first, tears came because it hurt from being hit.

And then because it was frustrating and unfair to have been beaten by a money bug.

Next, he thought that if he cried loudly, his master would come.

But when no one came, his tears gradually began to subside.

Step, step.

Cheongun was approaching him.

“St, stay away!”

Thwack.

It wasn’t over yet.

With the wooden sword striking precisely on his crown, tears welled up in Juhyeokjo’s eyes again.

“I still don’t like the look in your eyes.”

“You bastard…!”

Thwack.

“Again.”

“How dare, how dare you…!”

Thwack.

The thwacking sounds echoed irregularly but steadily throughout the training ground.

“…Daoist Master.”

“Haah… I apologize. He’s still a child, at an age where his mental cultivation is lacking.”

“Not at all. Since they’re children, don’t they all grow up that way?”

“That’s right. They grow through fighting too.”

“I’m grateful for both of your generosity.”

The conversation paused briefly at the thwacking sounds, but they had each achieved what they wanted.

Even while they exchanged these pleasantries, the thwacking sounds showed no sign of stopping, so they finished up and all came outside together.

Cheongun and Juhyeokjo could be seen far away in the training ground.

“Hmm?”

“Huh?”

“Oh?”

The puzzled voices of the three people rang out simultaneously.

A completely different situation from what they had expected was unfolding before their eyes.

“Oh my… the conversation has been reversed.”

At Cheongjin’s words, Jinhyeon showed a bitter smile and replied.

“Isn’t that how children grow? Rather, it’s something to be grateful for.”

Even in the Kunlun Sect, he had caused quite a lot of trouble, and since his master was himself, other disciples couldn’t easily deal with him.

So he had been worried that the boy was growing more distant from being a Daoist with each passing day, but an incident shocking enough to snap him to his senses was actually welcome.

‘It will be a new stimulus.’

Whether it was frustration or whatever, it didn’t matter.

Everything could become a driving force for growth.

What Jinhyeon had to do was prevent that frustration from turning into a desire for revenge.

“Ma, Master!”

Juhyeokjo had also spotted Jinhyeon.

If Cheongun’s gaze hadn’t turned away, he probably wouldn’t have noticed even now.

The three people moved to the two boys’ side at once and each checked on their disciple and son.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“No.”

“Why did you do that?”

At that question, Cheongun stared directly at his father.

With a look that seemed to say, “Why are you asking when you already know?”

And Jinhyeon also read that look.

“I will educate my disciple’s words and actions better in the future.”

“Not at all. He’s still young.”

“That’s right. Because he’s young.”

Since it was like saying that if he weren’t young, they wouldn’t have let it slide, Jinhyeon could only bow his head.

“Ma, Master. My hand…”

“Be quiet.”

“But…”

“I told you to shut up!!”

At his master’s scolding, which he was hearing for the first time in his life, Juhyeokjo’s eyes widened before he hung his head low.

“I’m sorry for showing such a disgraceful sight. I’m too ashamed to stay any longer.”

“I understand. Please travel safely.”

“I need to check on my son’s condition too, so I’m afraid I can’t see you off.”

At Sowol’s words, spoken with a gentle smile, Jinhyeon could only express his gratitude and return.

“You must be very disappointed.”

“Master…”

“Could you have really entered the Demonic Sect and spoken the words ‘Demonic Sect member’ out loud?”

“Bu, but isn’t it different?”

“No. There may be a slight difference in martial power, but it’s no different. We too were able to focus only on cultivation thanks to Cheongeumjang’s help…”

The road ahead seemed long.

But he also breathed a sigh of relief.

A very strong stimulant had emerged, so he just needed to make sure it was felt as stimulus rather than jealousy.

“The road is long.”

“…Yes, Master.”

After the Kunlun Sect guests left, Cheongjin called his son aside and asked together with Sowol.

“Son.”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever swung a sword before?”

“Yes.”

It was an unexpected answer.

He had just made him his first sword, and he had never seen him swing even a wooden sword before.

“Didn’t I just swing one a moment ago?”

“Hah…”

Being left speechless seemed like something that hadn’t happened in a very long time.

It also seemed like the first time it wasn’t in front of his father Cheongin.

“Right. I understand. Let’s go have a meal.”

“Yes, Father.”

After Cheongun left, Sowol brought up a topic.

“Our son always trains at dawn, you know.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Cheongun probably noticed too. He saw the Black Elixir in the library.”

“…I understand. Father will know about today’s events too, so he’ll give separate orders.”

“If it’s Father…he’ll be very pleased, won’t he?”

“That’s the kind of person he is.”

As the two expected, Cheongin, who was finishing preparations for his first outing in a long time, burst into hearty laughter.

“Hahaha!!”

His laughter was so boisterous that there were even rumors it could be heard outside beyond the manor.

Cheongin set out on the road with two guardians in the early dawn when everyone was asleep.

Going out personally meant his firm resolve to bring back only the most tremendous things.

“It’s been a while since I’ve gone out.”

“That’s right.”

“I’ve only been enjoying the scenery from the rooftop.”

And just as he was about to depart.

“Grandfather.”

“Hmm?”

Sensing a presence, he turned around to find Cheongun had somehow known and come out to see him off.

“Hehe, how did our grandson know?”

“I came out to the training ground at this hour.”

He remembered receiving that report.

“It won’t take long.”

“Yes. Please be careful.”

Being blood relatives after all, seeing him worry about his safety made a chuckle escape.

Now he had one more reason to obtain every spiritual medicine he could get his hands on.

Taecheongdan? Jahashinda? Daehwandan?

Whatever the price he had to pay.

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