The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 44

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Chapter 44

 

“What exactly is the reason?”

 

“There doesn’t necessarily have to be a special reason.”

 

Curiosity aside, but more than anything, their energy didn’t feel unfamiliar, so Cheongun was listening to their conversation from a distance.

 

“It’s just an ordinary small sect.”

 

Cheongnunpa was merely one of the many small and medium sects located near Qinghai Province.

 

Among them, it was a sect that based itself on single-person succession, and now that the master had fallen into qi deviation, people suddenly appeared targeting the sect’s sacred treasure.

 

It wasn’t completely unheard of.

 

Since small and medium sects possessed fairly decent-looking items, there were occasionally those who targeted them,

 

However, a case like this was the first.

 

If until now only petty thieves had come, this time martial artists with strong martial prowess had arrived.

 

“Isn’t it simple? Tell us the location of the sacred treasure, and live comfortably.”

 

“That’s impossible. A sect continued through single-person succession. It’s a sacred treasure that contains the history of Cheongnunpa together.”

 

“Even so, isn’t it just a small sect? Is it more precious than life?”

 

“…It might be.”

 

The only disciple of Cheongnunpa was a woman.

 

Abandoned by her parents in childhood, she was saved and even taught by the master of Cheongnunpa.

 

Though not born directly from him, he was both father and mother, and also a master of life and sword.

 

“The wench has quite some spirit.”

 

“Enough. Just kill her. It seems we shouldn’t drag this out any longer.”

 

“Yes. Understood.”

 

“Even if I die, I’ll take one of you bastards with me.”

 

Though there was clearly a difference in martial prowess, her will was not inferior.

 

They weren’t familiar faces.

 

Perhaps in the past, there would have been a high possibility of losing her life here.

 

Cheongun didn’t step forward and continued watching them.

 

The spirit shown by the disciple of Cheongnunpa was quite impressive, so he wanted to confirm whether she possessed skills that matched that spirit.

 

Her age itself didn’t seem much different from Cheongun’s.

 

Just as their battle was about to begin, Cheongun’s brow furrowed slightly for a moment.

 

Those who came to steal the sacred treasure.

 

Why could he feel the power of Kunlun Sect daoists in their strength?

 

It seemed he needed to watch a little longer.

 

Well, perhaps they were some kind of powerful evil sect group.

 

Or he had thought they might be Makyodo, but from them he could clearly feel the unique energy characteristic of Kunlun Sect.

 

His brow, which had furrowed once due to the unpleasant situation, wouldn’t easily smooth out.

 

He didn’t think the Demonic Sect’s century-long grand plan would collapse just from catching one spy, but the Kunlun Sect spirit they displayed was something that could never appear in a short time.

 

“Go, Gonglun?”

 

“Your intuition is quite good. However, it only adds one more reason to die.”

 

He drew his sword with a relaxed expression.

 

The one who appeared to be their leader headed into the pavilion as if there was nothing more to see.

 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

 

Naturally she tried to block him, but naturally she couldn’t.

 

“Kuk…!”

 

Even with one exchange, the difference in their levels was clearly felt.

 

‘Is he at the transcendent level?’

 

It was because all the people Cheongun had met were monster-like beings, but if one had transcendent martial prowess, they were definitely not to be ignored.

 

A transcendent of Kunlun.

 

This was impossible with just a day or two.

 

“Haha! Where did all that spirit from before go?!”

 

“Kuk…! Shut up! You bastards who don’t even have honor…!”

 

“Honor. That precious honor. Take it with you intact. I’ll abandon honor and take something else.”

 

To a martial artist, honor was so precious that its importance couldn’t be contested.

 

Seeing that provocation didn’t work on this either, he was convinced that the sacred treasure, which was their objective, was no ordinary item.

 

“There’s been too much chatter. Now die.”

 

A daoist of Kunlun Sect.

 

No, at this very moment, he was definitely not a daoist of Kunlun Sect.

 

The Kunlun energy that had been felt until just before disappeared without a trace, and demonic energy overflowing with wickedness began to be felt intensely.

 

“De, Demonic Sect…!”

 

“Indeed, your intuition is good.”

 

That one exchange they had shared just before.

 

If it had been an exchange containing Kunlun’s strength, now it was different.

 

It was a sword that focused solely on ravaging the opponent’s life, making one’s brow furrow instinctively at such energy.

 

The moment a clang was heard, the sword the disciple was holding broke in two.

 

Right in front of the sect, no less.

 

The master, the sect’s sacred treasure.

 

And even her life.

 

Among things so precious that one couldn’t say which was more valuable, the disciple couldn’t protect even a single one.

 

She tried to face the result without even closing her eyes.

 

It wasn’t that she feared death.

 

It was just frustrating that this death accomplished absolutely nothing.

 

“Demonic Sect, Demonic Sect indeed.”

 

“…?”

 

But then, even though she definitely hadn’t closed her eyes, someone she couldn’t see suddenly appeared.

 

Black clothes and a black sword.

 

Judging by appearance alone, he looked like he could be in cahoots with the Makyodo, but his actions were completely opposite.

 

“…Who are you?”

 

The enemy withdrew his sword and stepped back.

 

His attitude was completely different from just before.

 

Neither the disciple of Cheongnunpa nor even he himself had been able to perceive this black-clothed man approaching.

 

The moment the sword was blocked and a voice was heard, recognizing that someone had appeared was all they could do.

 

“Since when have you been in Kunlun?”

 

“…?”

 

But then, a somewhat strange question came.

 

A question as if he knew everything.

 

Without any agitated expression, like a calm lake, he simply demanded an answer to his question.

 

‘…Did he come from the Main Sect?’

 

If so, then who exactly was the man before his eyes?

 

“Huh…!”

 

He seemed to fall into thought for a moment, then immediately startled and suddenly began to bow.

 

“It’s been about 20 years now.”

 

Cheongun was also somewhat surprised.

 

It seemed he was mistaken for someone from the main sect, but could it be this unpleasant?

 

“…How unpleasant.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

What?

 

What did he do wrong?

 

A moment of silence settled.

 

The man was unintentionally watching Cheongun’s mood, and Cheongun was lost in serious contemplation.

 

Specifically, how to deal with these people.

 

Makyodo encountered just as he was heading toward the Demonic Sect.

 

‘Hmm… I have no choice.’

 

“Treating me like Madu.”

 

“As expected…!”

 

If I were to encounter him after infiltrating the Demonic Sect, it would be quite troublesome.

 

So, I have no choice but to kill him completely.

 

The man also reacted quickly to Cheongun’s movement.

 

Not knowing what level his opponent was at was the most disadvantageous thing possible, but being able to grasp his movements had great significance.

 

At the very least, he could buy some time.

 

This opponent before him hadn’t even fully drawn his sword when blocking his attack just moments ago.

 

Now that he confirmed his opponent was placing his hand on the scabbard, if he moved quickly and unleashed his killing technique first, there might be some possibility.

 

That’s what the man thought.

 

And it wasn’t entirely wrong either.

 

Except for one thing.

 

Only one thing among what the man grasped was slightly different from reality.

 

That Cheongun hadn’t fully drawn his sword.

 

That he was now placing his hand on the sword hilt.

 

However, right now Cheongun wasn’t putting strength into his hand, but rather released the sword he had been gripping as if everything was already finished.

 

Thud.

 

The man was relatively lucky.

 

At least he could recognize the fact that he was going to die, and in that moment he could gain great enlightenment.

 

‘Ah…’

 

That hand that had gripped the sword just now.

 

That wasn’t for drawing the sword to attack, but for finishing up after everything was already done.

 

Only now did he realize.

 

The moment of drawing the sword and the moment of sheathing it.

 

The two were very similar.

 

“Who… are you?”

 

It was good that he received help, but the sword he had just witnessed was beyond common sense.

 

Since swords are categorized in various ways like swift sword, heavy sword, etc., if he had to pick one among them.

 

‘It was a ghost sword…’

 

It was literally a ghost’s sword.

 

He couldn’t even see it being drawn, and he couldn’t tell whether the drawn sword was swung or thrust.

 

“Does it matter who I am?”

 

“…Ah. I was discourteous. I am Sowun, the 7th disciple of Cheongnunpa.”

 

“I’m Wun.”

 

“Wun… thank you. Thanks to you, Cheongnunpa can maintain its lineage.”

 

Sowun.

 

It’s such a common name that several people come to mind, but looking at the appearance, it didn’t seem right.

 

“That’s fortunate, but it’s not over yet.”

 

“Ah…!”

 

That man who had headed toward the injured master remained.

 

“Without shame… may I ask one favor?”

 

“What is it.”

 

“These people are, as you already know, figures from the Demonic Sect. How they handle Kunlun’s power needs further investigation, but… first I must save my master.”

 

For such an urgent situation, it’s quite a calm reaction.

 

If he didn’t die here, I wonder if he would have made a name for himself later in the Jeongma Great War…

 

‘Wait. If it’s Sowun…’

 

I think I know who this is.

 

No, I’m certain.

 

During the Jeongma Great War, the person who wielded a sword containing only killing intent.

 

It seems like he survived now and revealed himself later.

 

However, there’s one thing I don’t know whether it’s a gain or loss.

 

At that time, she was a person who belonged to the Demonic Sect, not the Righteous Sect.

 

I think she probably survived now and ended up going to the Demonic Sect with these people.

 

Whatever happened after that, no one could think that her appearance then and now belonged to the same person.

 

“Where exactly did you hide the divine object…”

 

The remaining one appeared just in time.

 

As he came outside, it had been quiet for a while, so I thought he would have handled things well on his own.

 

At least it was resolved.

 

The problem was that the direction of that resolution was one I hadn’t expected at all.

 

‘…I didn’t sense anything.’

 

One of his subordinates just had his throat cut, yet he didn’t even notice the sign.

 

“Who are you.”

 

“An old guest of Kunlun.”

 

“An old guest… of Kunlun?”

 

The man who was thinking about what that meant soon recalled an incident from long ago.

 

The incident where a spy who had entered Kunlun together and taken deep root had died. The internal investigation concluded it was caused by a child who visited that day, and from what he’s saying, he seems to be that very person.

 

“You’re that…!”

 

“It seems you weren’t there to see it back then.”

 

Cheongun continued speaking while wiping the blood off his sword.

 

“You were lucky.”

 

Cheongun truly thought so.

 

If he had been there at that time, his throat would have been cut too.

 

“Do you have any last words?”

 

“Arrogant bastard. You think I’ll let you decide my end…”

 

Swish.

 

The sound came first, and after the red things blocking his vision disappeared, he could see Cheongun’s sword cutting through the air.

 

And the pain in his jaw that appeared when all these results combined into one.

 

The poison pill that had been embedded in his lower molar rolled out along with part of his lower jaw.

 

Did his subordinate’s head fall so futilely like this earlier?

 

“Kugh…!”

 

He has some level of skill, but that’s all.

 

Since they were the type who couldn’t even provide brief entertainment and only gave displeasure, Cheongun cleanly cut down the remaining things that needed to be cut right there.

 

“Th, thank… you.”

 

“Let’s check on your master’s condition.”

 

“Are you… leaving?”

 

“I’ve finished all my business, so now only leaving remains.”

 

Saying that, Cheongun left the place without lingering.

 

Whether he becomes a person of the Demonic Sect or not now depends on his own will.

 

“Please at least meet my master before you go. If we let our benefactor leave so shamelessly, the whole world will point fingers at Cheongnun.”

 

“Do you mean to hold my ankle with your honor?”

 

I can see he’s quite flustered by those words.

 

“N, no, that’s not what I meant…”

 

Right, if I’m going to help, I should help completely.

 

Anyway, it seems like someone I’ll meet again before long.

 

“Fine. Please guide me.”

 

“Thank you, benefactor.”

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