The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 43

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Chapter 43

 

The Demonic Sect.

 

They are beings with a different nature from what is called the Evil Sect.

 

Well, the position of the Demonic Sect leaders had never been held by different bloodlines throughout the long history of the Demonic Sect, so the power required to overturn the already established structure was extraordinary.

 

Therefore, the Demonic Sect was quiet.

 

No, it only appeared to be a quiet place on the surface.

 

While the leader’s sole goal was to dominate the entire martial world, those who were not leaders had the same goal while simultaneously harboring the desire to ascend to the leader’s position.

 

Of course, the top priority was conquering the martial world.

 

Therefore, they did not discriminate in their means and methods, frequently committing acts of attacking common people, killing them, and kidnapping young children.

 

“If I were younger, it might have been possible.”

 

Though he wasn’t that old even now, the age of those they directly took and raised was children under ten years old.

 

Anyone older than that age was killed.

 

All of them, without leaving a single one alive.

 

Among the methods Cheongun could choose to enter the Demonic Sect, there were only two options.

 

One was to directly defect to the Demonic Sect, and the other was to make them take him directly.

 

Since he said he could choose, Cheongun was capable of both.

 

However, depending on which method he chose, the faction within the Demonic Sect would differ.

 

If he directly defected to the Demonic Sect, he would join the faction that opposed the leader.

 

If he made them take him, he would join the faction that pledged loyalty to the leader.

 

What mattered was the person he needed to meet inside the Demonic Sect.

 

He was someone who belonged to nowhere.

 

More precisely, someone who could no longer belong anywhere.

 

“Well, I should focus on expanding my room for maneuvering.”

 

Regardless of which faction he joined, what truly mattered was how freely he could move within the Demonic Sect.

 

In that case, the method was already decided.

 

No matter which method he chose, the faction would actually change depending on how Cheongun conducted himself.

 

“I need to move quickly.”

 

With that, Cheongun departed toward his next destination.

 

And at times like this, there was always a presence he could feel without fail.

 

“Are you leaving now?”

 

Geou appeared as if he had been waiting.

 

He made no attempt to hide his emotions on his face, which was filled with interest.

 

“I have to go.”

 

“Where are you going?”

 

Since Cheongun’s every move was unconventional, Geou couldn’t help but follow along.

 

Right now, he was merely gathering forgotten people in one place, but they were forgotten only due to the passage of time.

 

They had simply wished it to be so themselves.

 

Someday, all these actions would converge at one point and become a massive wave.

 

“You can’t come with me this time.”

 

“Why?”

 

To the returning question, Cheongun answered with emotionless eyes.

 

“You’ll die.”

 

“…Ha, look at this fellow.”

 

If it had been anyone else, he would have dismissed it as nonsense, but Cheongun was different.

 

Not only did he possess martial prowess that far exceeded common sense, but the people he had already brought to Cheongeumjang were capable of wiping out an entire sect overnight.

 

“I’ll die, but you’ll be fine?”

 

“They don’t know me, do they?”

 

At those words, Geou’s expression hardened.

 

‘He’s going to the Demonic Sect.’

 

How many people would try to kill someone just for knowing the face of the Former Patriarch?

 

Yet for him to speak with such certainty meant it was that kind of place.

 

And there weren’t many such places in this land.

 

“Tsk, can’t be helped.”

 

“If anything happens to Cheongeumjang, I’ll have to ask for your help, sir.”

 

“Well, I’ll handle it.”

 

He couldn’t refuse a request from Cheongun, who had given him such an interesting gift in his later years.

 

At least if he had any conscience.

 

Thus, Cheongun, wrapped entirely in black clothing, headed toward the Demonic Sect alone without anyone’s company this time.

 

The journey wasn’t short.

 

He could arrive quickly if he wanted, but this time Cheongun chose not to.

 

There was also a place he needed to stop by before going to the Demonic Sect.

 

It was a place he was visiting after quite a long time.

 

When he went there before, they had ended their relationship by giving and receiving what they needed, but he wasn’t sure how it would be this time.

 

The first long journey he had taken after leaving Cheongeumjang was when he went to Kunlun.

 

Following that same path, he saw roads that were exactly the same as he remembered.

 

Though it had been quite some time ago, since this was his first time on this road since that day, it strangely felt like it hadn’t been that long ago.

 

“I wonder if that guy has gotten a bit stronger too?”

 

For a Taoist, he had shown quite impure eyes.

 

He was a bit curious if he was still like that.

 

“More importantly…”

 

There had been a gaze he could feel from a little while ago.

 

The eyes seemed to contain neither hostility nor goodwill, but what mattered was that they were secretly watching him.

 

Just by sensing their energy, he could roughly identify who they were.

 

‘Just ordinary hunters.’

 

Hunting in the forest was perfectly natural, but it was a bit strange that their gaze was directed at Cheongun.

 

Though he didn’t know the reason, he didn’t have the luxury to deal with such things.

 

More precisely, their time and Cheongun’s time had fundamentally different values.

 

So Cheongun ignored their gaze and continued on his way.

 

When he picked up his pace a bit, they couldn’t keep up and soon their gaze disappeared as well.

 

A small inn he had stopped at before going to Kunlun.

 

The timing was neither leisurely nor urgent.

 

A place he didn’t need to go to.

 

And since Cheongun wasn’t the type to do unnecessary things, there was one reason he entered this inn.

 

It was an inn he hadn’t seen before.

 

One might wonder if he had simply missed it, but Cheongun remembered clearly.

 

There had been no inn here.

 

Especially not one that was falling apart like this building.

 

A strange curiosity arose, and his instincts subtly suggested not to ignore that curiosity.

 

“…”

 

The moment Cheongun stepped into the inn.

 

Despite appearing shabby from the outside, the inside was already packed with people.

 

Men dressed neatly in black and red clothing.

 

They were glaring at Cheongun as if they wanted to kill him, when someone who appeared to be the innkeeper rushed out frantically.

 

“Oh my, great hero. We don’t have any seats available right now.”

 

Cheongun looked down at the innkeeper without any response.

 

It was a gaze whose meaning was incomprehensible, but somehow it seemed like there was nothing one could do except avoid it.

 

“There seems to be one seat left over there.”

 

“Well, there are people who came earlier. I’m sorry about this.”

 

The innkeeper tried his best to send Cheongun away.

 

‘Don’t get involved.’

 

He was sending telepathic messages to those who had gathered with effort, trying to smooth over the situation.

 

“Then wouldn’t it be fine to just step aside when that person comes?”

 

“…I understand.”

 

If it had been an ordinary person, their body would have been torn to shreds the moment they approached this inn.

 

They would have naturally become food for the animals roaming around.

 

The fact that he entered the inn without even a small scratch.

 

And the fact that he showed not the slightest change in expression even after seeing all these martial artists.

 

Every corner was ringing alarm bells of ominousness.

 

Cheongun was retracing his memories.

 

Their attire.

 

It was attire he had definitely seen before, or more precisely, heard about.

 

‘…Was it the Bloodied Sect.’

 

The Bloodied Sect encountered on the path to the Demonic Sect.

 

Until the moment Cheongun died, he had never heard news of the Bloodied Sect moving.

 

However, if there was a place worse than the Demonic Sect, that would be the Bloodied Sect.

 

If the Demonic Sect’s group could be called a single beast, these would be called savage beasts.

 

“Innkeeper.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Your fingertips look quite red.”

 

“Yes? Ah, yes. I, I ended up like this from making this and that.”

 

“What did you make?”

 

Unlike before, an answer that didn’t come straight back.

 

When asked a question that cannot be answered, it’s typical to either say so directly or avoid it.

 

However, if it’s a martial artist, that’s a different story.

 

An answer that didn’t come back.

 

Cheongun was simply sitting in an empty seat, looking out the window.

 

In a situation where anyone could see only openings, the innkeeper had no choice but to make a decision.

 

“…With so many guests like this, wouldn’t I have to make many things.”

 

Cheongun turned his gaze from the window to look at the innkeeper.

 

Though his expression was no different from before, Cheongun could sense it.

 

‘His energy has changed.’

 

He could clearly feel the extreme tension.

 

“That’s right. An inn, after all, only serves food to guests.”

 

If the matter he had to deal with right now wasn’t the Demonic Sect’s affair, he would have cut off all these Bloodied Sect beasts’ heads right here, but the Demonic Sect was a place where even Cheongun didn’t know what might happen.

 

First of all, it was a place with far too little information.

 

Therefore, he had only sent a moderate warning, and the innkeeper, who was at least quick-witted, seemed to have properly grasped that warning.

 

“It seems the owner of the seat will come soon, so I should get up.”

 

“…I understand.”

 

As Cheongun got up from his seat and left the inn with still leisurely steps, only then did the guests inside the inn begin to speak one by one.

 

“Danju. Who was that?”

 

“Do you know him?”

 

“He looked like he hadn’t even reached adulthood yet…”

 

“The feeling wasn’t good.”

 

“Feeling… you say?”

 

It was quite different from the usual Danju.

 

While answering others’ words, the Danju who was also the innkeeper was staring intently at the spot where Cheongun had left.

 

What Cheongun left for them wasn’t a simple warning.

 

“The elder gave me something good.”

 

He had slightly modified the Manli Tracking Incense to react only to Cheongun’s internal energy.

 

Where they were going.

 

He would be able to know where their base was.

 

From the standpoint of knowing the future, the appearance of variables like the Bloodied Sect, about which he had no knowledge, wasn’t very welcome.

 

It would be one of the things to be most wary of.

 

Just leaving them alone would also be a method, but Cheongun rather hoped that if variables were going to occur, they would occur within his sight.

 

“An unexpected harvest.”

 

There would still be many unknown variables, but at least one of them was no longer a variable.

 

With a satisfied smile, Cheongun set out on the road again.

 

If he had passed by quickly, he might not have seen it, but indeed, being fast in everything isn’t always good.

 

“Anyway, the time when the Makyodo move is set…”

 

He just needed to match that timing.

 

Therefore, Cheongun maintained a moderate pace as he proceeded on his path.

 

He might learn about things he hadn’t known before, just like now.

 

More than that, traveling alone like this felt somewhat boring.

 

He even hoped that unexpected events like that inn would occur once or twice more.

 

However, Cheongun’s wish was fulfilled faster than expected.

 

Small pavilions visible after not long.

 

Though they were old and shabby pavilions, they had an antique feel precisely because of that.

 

[Cheongnunpa]

 

“A Jungsomoonpa?”

 

They were commonly seen, but the important thing was that he could feel an atmosphere not easily sensed in such Jungsomoonpa.

 

Beyond interest, now that he was close to the Demonic Sect.

 

He couldn’t just ignore it and pass by.

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