The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51

 

“Number 15 wins. Tsk. Everyone return to your positions.”

 

After the instructor’s words ended, the Head Instructor soon revealed himself.

 

The Head Instructor who manages and supervises all of Maryeongdong.

 

He was also a person with considerable rank within this Demonic Sect.

 

“Everyone pay attention.”

 

In an instant, everyone’s gaze focused on the Head Instructor.

 

“Today, we have an unexpected guest.”

 

At the mention of an unexpected guest, one might expect curiosity, but only a very few children showed such interest.

 

Children with low numbers.

 

In other words, only the children with high rankings showed curiosity, while the others did not.

 

“He says he wants to teach you all… whether he has the qualifications for that. We will test him right here and now.”

 

At the same time, Juhyeokjo and Cheongun appeared.

 

Everyone’s gaze briefly lingered on these two before turning back to the Head Instructor.

 

“I am called Wun.”

 

An ordinary greeting.

 

The kind of greeting that wouldn’t leave any first impression.

 

Therefore, Cheongun added one more line.

 

“I am from the Righteous Sect.”

 

“Wh-what, from the Righteous Sect?”

 

“Why would someone from the Righteous Sect…”

 

At the mention of being from the Righteous Sect, everyone’s reaction changed.

 

And this “everyone” included Juhyeokjo who had come with him, the Head Instructor, and all the other instructors as well.

 

Juhyeokjo had at least figured out what kind of person he was after meeting Cheongun earlier, but the instructors had not.

 

A young person from the Righteous Sect.

 

From what they heard, Cheongsoso, the Sect Leader’s youngest daughter, had brought him.

 

Their first impression was of his handsome face and tall stature, so they wondered if he had been brought for such purposes.

 

But seeing him now, this guy doesn’t seem to be just an ordinary fellow.

 

“What a madman…”

 

Everyone agreed with the Head Instructor’s words.

 

Cheongun hadn’t said such things without reason either.

 

This place was Maryeongdong.

 

While it was a place that took in children and trained them, its greatest purpose was also to brainwash them into becoming thorough members of the Demonic Sect.

 

‘The progress is quite fast.’

 

The speed of brainwashing was considerably faster than he had thought.

 

When he mentioned the Righteous Sect, the first thing the children showed was hostility.

 

Among them, he saw a few children who weren’t like that, and Number 975, who had just sparred with Number 15, was one of them.

 

“…Jang Gyogwan. You go out there.”

 

“Yes. Understood.”

 

Jang Gyogwan was the person who taught external martial arts and fist techniques in this Maryeongdong.

 

And he was also the strongest among the instructors.

 

Strong enough to be designated as the next Head Instructor.

 

As Juhyeokjo also stepped aside and Jang Gyogwan stepped forward, a sparring match was naturally prepared.

 

“If you want to hear my name…”

 

“It’s not necessary.”

 

Cheongun took his stance first.

 

He had no intention of using the sword he carried at his side.

 

“…Draw your sword.”

 

“That too is unnecessary.”

 

“Arrogant bastard…!”

 

Exchanging moves back and forth.

 

Or going easy on his opponent.

 

He had no intention of doing such things.

 

Acting all high and mighty and showing such behavior to the Sect Leader would be absurd.

 

“Haat!!”

 

A short and concise battle cry.

 

Unlike his enraged voice, Jang Gyogwan’s movements were extremely stable.

 

Those who know how to contain their anger toward an opponent despite being furious are those who possess at least minimal strength.

 

Jang Gyogwan, who moved first, aimed not for Cheongun’s vital points but for his arm.

 

‘I’ll break your arm…!’

 

Since he was brought directly by a candidate for Young Sect Leader, taking his life was impossible.

 

So he planned to break his arm so he couldn’t talk about teaching anyone.

 

He was someone who had trained his external martial arts without rest until now.

 

And it wasn’t as if his internal energy was poor either.

 

Crack.

 

A sound loud enough to be heard from ten zhang away echoed throughout the interior of Maryeongdong.

 

“It’s done…”

 

However, before he could even finish this short phrase, something that shouldn’t be felt began to be felt in his arm.

 

“…What?”

 

He had definitely thought it was done.

 

Yet the sharp, throbbing pain was being felt in his own arm.

 

Everyone except Juhyeokjo looked surprised, but Cheongun himself was frowning.

 

Getting into a brawl with such small fry wasn’t exactly a pleasant feeling.

 

“Those who don’t even know their opponent’s level dare to teach someone.”

 

“Urgh…!”

 

Right, what else could he do besides letting out such pained groans.

 

“I said I’m from the Righteous Sect, and I can see hostility filling those eyes.”

 

The sparring match was already over.

 

Before the Head Instructor stepped forward to wrap things up, Cheongun looked at the children and spoke.

 

“I’m not here to teach all of you. Just one of you.”

 

Cheongun walked toward the children.

 

Perhaps because of what he had just shown, the children’s expressions were filled with tension.

 

Of course, there were children who weren’t like that.

 

Those still showing strong hostility.

 

Those children were hopeless cases.

 

They had already become thorough members of the Demonic Sect.

 

The place where Cheongun stopped as he walked among the children was right where Number 975 was.

 

The child, who hadn’t held even the slightest expectation from the beginning, looked up at Cheongun with a dumbfounded expression.

 

‘…It was a girl.’

 

All the children were like this.

 

Unable to wash properly, only repeating training upon training.

 

Children who lived like that without even knowing why they were training would come to pledge loyalty to the Demonic Sect, the only place that gave them purpose.

 

The place that gave them strength and allowed them to unleash that strength to their heart’s content.

 

They also used various other methods for brainwashing.

 

Looking at the child’s eyes, they were eyes that hadn’t been brainwashed at all.

 

“Do you want to live?”

 

Not “Do you want to win?”

 

Not “Do you want to become strong?” but “Do you want to live?”

 

The child instinctively understood that this question wasn’t simply asking if she wanted to live, but whether she would accept his teachings.

 

“…Yes.”

 

“What? It was a girl?”

 

“A girl…!”

 

It seemed the children didn’t know either.

 

This appeared to be the first time she had ever spoken.

 

“One month from now. Have her spar again with that Number 15 child. Let’s go.”

 

“Where are we going…”

 

So many things had happened in that brief moment.

 

First revealing herself to be from the Righteous Sect.

 

Then instantly breaking Jang Gyogwan’s arm, whose external martial arts should have been superior to her own.

 

And after speaking at length before the children, she suddenly chose a disciple and declared she would leave Maryeongdong.

 

“Head Instructor. Let’s leave it for now.”

 

“Juhyeokjo…”

 

“It would be best to treat Jang Gyogwan’s arm first.”

 

“…Understood.”

 

The Head Instructor gazed for a moment at the spot where Cheongun had departed.

 

The child he was supposed to teach had already been decided as Number 975.

 

But by stepping forward like that, it changed from something thrust upon him to something he had personally chosen.

 

All those confident displays that bordered on arrogance he had shown until now.

 

The Head Instructor found himself thinking that perhaps those weren’t simply matters of temperament and disposition, but might have been intentional.

 

The events at Maryeongdong concluded faster and more cleanly than expected.

 

Exactly as Cheongun had desired.

 

Cheongun returned to his chamber with the child.

 

However, Cheongsoso was already waiting there.

 

“Is that child your new disciple?”

 

“That’s correct.”

 

“Number 975…”

 

Would it be possible?

 

The talent for teaching others was something entirely separate.

 

“Ah, hello…”

 

“Yes. What’s your name?”

 

“I’m called Yeso…”

 

“Yeso? That’s a pretty name.”

 

“This is the person you’ll serve from now on.”

 

At those words, Cheongsoso looked at Cheongun as if dumbfounded.

 

It was no different from telling her to take good care of things on her own.

 

Meeting that gaze, Cheongun looked at Cheongsoso and said.

 

“While you’re protecting one, why not protect one more.”

 

“Pfft… Really absurd. Fine. She’s a child of Singyeo anyway.”

 

Cheongsoso rose from her seat and approached the child directly.

 

Then she placed her hand on the child’s head.

 

The child flinched slightly, but soon felt her tension ease a bit from the warmth of the hand.

 

It was the first time.

 

The first time feeling such warmth from another person.

 

Having Binggung blood didn’t mean one was always cold, after all.

 

She didn’t say anything else, nor was there any need to.

 

“One month. Can she win?”

 

“I’ve allowed plenty of time.”

 

“Your confidence is remarkable.”

 

Unfortunately, in Cheongsoso’s eyes, Yeso was a child without talent.

 

There was one reason.

 

Nine Yin Severed Meridians.

 

A body filled with yin energy, with severed meridians that would ultimately lead to death.

 

That was her constitution.

 

‘Does he not know…?’

 

Since he was such an unpredictable person, even Cheongsoso couldn’t foresee that.

 

Naturally, Cheongun had already grasped that Yeso’s body suffered from Nine Yin Severed Meridians.

 

He had known from the moment he first entered Maryeongdong, when she stepped up to spar with Number 15.

 

And in Cheongun’s memory, there was someone similar.

 

A person from the Demonic Sect, and also from Binggung.

 

That somewhat special person had taken countless masters’ lives with tremendous ice martial arts during the Jeongma Great War.

 

He hadn’t been thinking of finding that person, but should he call it good fortune?

 

By such coincidence, the timing had aligned for him to find her.

 

The Demonic Sect was one of the main players in the Jeongma Great War anyway.

 

Since this was the Demonic Sect’s headquarters, it wouldn’t be strange to meet and find several more people here.

 

‘It seems she treated the Nine Yin Severed Meridians and used that yin energy for ice martial arts.’

 

Mawi, the Master of Righteousness.

 

He suspected she had probably been treated by him.

 

“Yeso. Step outside for a moment.”

 

At Cheongun’s words, Yeso nodded and left the room.

 

“It seems the person Yeso should serve is you, not me.”

 

“Is that so.”

 

At his indifferent response, Cheongsoso burst into laughter.

 

“That child. Can you treat her?”

 

“As expected, you knew?”

 

“How could I not know.”

 

“Did you bring her out of sympathy?”

 

“I won’t say there wasn’t any.”

 

It was naturally a lie.

 

But to Cheongsoso, it had to appear that way.

 

As a typical figure from the Righteous Sect.

 

“An attempt seems possible, but… why should I do that?”

 

“You make a valid point.”

 

This is why Cheongsoso liked Cheongun.

 

Because he showed such reactions even to words like these.

 

“How about treating her if she wins the sparring match?”

 

“Hmm…”

 

“Number 15 should have decent talent.”

 

That was certainly true.

 

And if that happened, what Cheongun had just told Yeso about serving someone would become quite appropriate.

 

Treating Nine Yin Severed Meridians was nearly impossible.

 

But if it succeeded?

 

Since her whole body was filled with yin energy, she would be very suitable for learning ice martial arts too.

 

‘If it’s Mawi… it might be possible.’

 

Treating Nine Yin Severed Meridians was a greater favor than saving one’s life.

 

If she could take in such a person, it would become great strength for Cheongsoso.

 

“Alright.”

 

“Understood.”

 

“Aren’t you going to say thank you?”

 

At those words, Cheongun stared directly at Cheongsoso and said.

 

“I’ve done something good for a candidate for Young Sect Leader. Shouldn’t I be the one receiving thanks?”

 

“Hehe. That’s right. Thank you.”

 

It was something Cheongsoso wouldn’t lose out on either.

 

And the same was true for Cheongun as well.

 

Victory in the sparring match wouldn’t be difficult.

 

At their current age, practical combat sense rather than things like internal energy determines victory or defeat.

 

Since the outcome is decided by a single small movement, just doing that much could lead to victory as early as tomorrow.

 

If he achieved victory in the sparring match and got to treat Yeso, he would naturally be able to pinpoint Mawi’s exact location as well.

 

All without arousing anyone’s suspicion.

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