The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 54

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Chapter 54

 

“Good. Why do you think the Jeongma Great War isn’t happening right now?”

 

At that question, Cheongun answered without hesitation.

 

“Because there’s no certainty, they don’t move.”

 

“That’s right. More precisely, they don’t move because there’s no certainty that the balance of power has been broken.”

 

Even before, the Jeongma Great War occurred after Kunlun had collapsed from within.

 

It seemed like Macheorang had somehow prevented it, but he must have failed.

 

And now, Cheongun’s thoughts weren’t much different.

 

How could one person change the mighty current of the Janggang River?

 

Could it be stopped by immediately beheading everyone from the Demonic Sect’s leader to his closest associates and blood relatives, and uprooting the Demonic Sect entirely?

 

No.

 

It would just be delayed and passed on.

 

To someone else.

 

From the beginning, Cheongun had never wished for something like unifying the martial world.

 

This was the same in his previous life, and it remained the same now only because that desire from his past life had carried over.

 

Macheorang will fail.

 

Even if Cheongun provided some help, the facts wouldn’t change.

 

“Is it alright for you to tell me all this?”

 

“What does it matter when there’s no one listening? Besides, no one would believe your words anyway. Not even the Young Lady who brought you here.”

 

“The Jeongma Great War cannot be stopped.”

 

“Haha, do you think I don’t know that? I’m just doing what I can within my power. We seem to have talked enough. Let’s get up now.”

 

He was an unexpected guest.

 

Since the Demonic Sect was vast, there were indeed various types of people.

 

He didn’t know how Macheorang would move in the future, but at least it seemed he wouldn’t interfere with Cheongun.

 

The reason the Jeongma Great War occurred was because the balance was broken.

 

And it was the Demonic Sect that broke that balance and gained the upper hand.

 

Since it was work that would weaken the Demonic Sect’s power, he would help if anything, but there would be no interference.

 

After Macheorang left like that, Cheongun also got up from his seat.

 

Having enjoyed quiet leisure along with conversation, it was now time to go face the opposite.

 

It had only been briefly delayed thanks to the unexpected guest.

 

After finishing preparations to go out, today he left his sword in the room as well.

 

If he went out wearing his sword, a real bloodbath might sweep through the center of the Demonic Sect.

 

“Cheongsoso said that only one of the Seven Great Demons supports her…”

 

So she had told him to go there if he was going anywhere.

 

That way there wouldn’t be any problems.

 

It wasn’t that he couldn’t go to other places, but there would be no good reason to go there.

 

However, gaps are usually created in such places.

 

Though he had attached various reasons like this, there was one ultimate reason.

 

Wasn’t it boring?

 

If there were far more reasons to do something than reasons not to, there was no reason not to do it.

 

Cheongun left his quarters for the first time since entering the Demonic Sect.

 

Just by leaving his quarters, even the air felt different.

 

“Refreshing. For Demonic Sect air, that is.”

 

The sunset was also setting at just the right time.

 

Just because the Demonic Sect had established itself here, it seemed the scenery didn’t come to resemble the Demonic Sect.

 

It was just a harsh place to live.

 

Indeed, nothing was as magnificent to look at as something harsh.

 

“Is it this way?”

 

The first place Cheongun headed to was where the Demonic Sect’s branches were managed.

 

There was no particular purpose in going.

 

He was just going to see it since he hadn’t been able to go before.

 

That was the surface reason, at least.

 

As expected, when Cheongun left his quarters, others’ attention focused on him.

 

It wasn’t that his movements were restricted as he had wanted, but it was quite an uncomfortable situation.

 

Their gazes weren’t surveillance looks, but rather like they had seen some mysterious animal.

 

“Here it is.”

 

The place that managed the Demonic Sect’s branches.

 

These branches extended even near Kunlun, and he had heard that some operated while hiding their identity.

 

The person in charge of this place was one of the Seven Great Demons, and it was said he supported a different candidate for successor rather than Cheongsoso.

 

‘Anyway, I’m not interested in such stories…’

 

The only important thing was Cheongun’s goal.

 

He had no intention of going inside, nor was he curious about what was inside.

 

“That guy…”

 

“Why does he keep wandering around the area?”

 

He caught the attention of those guarding the entrance like a thorn.

 

He sat in front and stared, then walked by.

 

If he had at least come and spoken to them, it might have been different, but since he was just doing that, it was hard for them to speak first.

 

“Should we report this…?”

 

“Wouldn’t it be better? If we don’t and something happens…”

 

“Right. That would be better.”

 

The report about Cheongun went up.

 

Cheongun continued to spend time there, but didn’t show any particular reaction.

 

“Tsk.”

 

It had become even more boring.

 

He had hoped he could at least see a face.

 

Though Cheongun returned to his quarters without any gain, he hadn’t expected a reaction from just one day.

 

Just because it was the Demonic Sect, there was something that could be called either expectation or worry.

 

But it was very different from what he had thought.

 

Even if not perfect, being unified as one force seemed to bring considerable internal stability.

 

If he had to think about it, he had thought that blood would flow daily and battles would break out according to the law of the strong.

 

Instead, it seemed even quieter than the Righteous Sect.

 

“Everywhere seems to be the same – it all depends on who leads.”

 

If Macheorang had been the sect leader, the Jeongma Great War wouldn’t have occurred.

 

Even if internal strife arose because many desired it, the Righteous Sect wouldn’t suffer great damage from those weakened in the process.

 

It was also a day that deepened his thoughts somewhere.

 

It wasn’t just because of the new guest who had visited.

 

He thought the biggest reason was that it was quite different from the Demonic Sect he had imagined.

 

Now that he was living a second life.

 

This was the first time something’s reality was completely different from his past memories.

 

That made it even more interesting.

 

When he returned to his quarters, he noticed Yeso nodding off in front, waiting.

 

“M-Master?”

 

“What are you doing outside?”

 

“Since Master went out, I was waiting.”

 

“There’s no need to do that. Go inside and rest.”

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

After sending Yeso inside like that, Cheongun also concluded this day that had been both tumultuous and quiet.

 

From the next day on, there was no change in Yeso’s training.

 

There was only one thing Cheongun taught Yeso.

 

To dodge one attack from an opponent and accurately hit a vital point.

 

Similarly, he assigns the same tasks and focuses more on rest.

 

There’s nothing to do after that.

 

It’s time that feels like that of an idle gentleman.

 

So today, he decided to venture out a bit farther.

 

This place is near where Cheongsoso stays, so it can be considered the central area.

 

If he goes to the outskirts, there will be fewer watchful eyes, and he’ll be able to move more freely.

 

‘Certainly, I did enter the central area all at once, but the structure is quite distorted.’

 

Since he didn’t come in step by step from the beginning, everything feels twisted here and there.

 

Even in this Demonic Sect, if Cheongun’s goal had been the downfall of the Demonic Sect or the assassination of some key figure, his course of action would have been different.

 

However, Cheongun’s highest priority goal was simply the safety of Cheongeumjang.

 

For this purpose, his goal was to bring back Mawi, the Master of Righteousness.

 

As a result, aside from understanding the geography inside the Demonic Sect, there wasn’t much else he was curious about.

 

The power structure within the Demonic Sect and Cheongsoso’s position were completely irrelevant.

 

Thanks to this, the month felt quite empty.

 

With so many watchful eyes, it was also difficult to properly train.

 

“This is ascetic practice.”

 

It truly was a time of ascetic practice.

 

* * *

 

“Huu…”

 

A deep sigh fills the room.

 

It had already been a month since being confined to this room.

 

A month ago.

 

He had finished his business near Cheonghae and was heading toward Seojang.

 

It had been quite some time since he had passed the position of Sinui to his disciple, so he was planning to spend his final years in a secluded place.

 

But when he arrived home, some unfamiliar man was already waiting for him.

 

Deep and dark demonic energy that could be felt at first sight.

 

The Master of Righteousness, certain this was the Sect Leader, tried to flee but was caught without lasting even a moment.

 

‘I was trying to have a conversation, so where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?’

 

In reality, there was no conversation after that.

 

From between Cheonghae and Seojang all the way to this Demonic Sect.

 

The Sect Leader who dragged him that long distance without saying a single word locked him in this room and has remained silent until now.

 

Creak.

 

With the sound of the door opening, a simple meal was prepared to signal the start of today.

 

“This time, someone from the Righteous Sect has been captured.”

 

“From the Righteous Sect…?”

 

“Yes. And the Sect Leader said he would visit soon.”

 

“The Sect Leader… I understand.”

 

What words would the Sect Leader who had confined him for a month finally speak?

 

The Master of Righteousness could only wait with some tension.

 

In all his long years of life, he had never encountered such dense demonic energy.

 

It was the very essence of demon itself.

 

It wasn’t something shown consciously, but rather something that seemed to have been that way from birth.

 

“So, can I go out today?”

 

“That would have to be asked of the Sect Leader.”

 

“…Right. I asked a pointless question.”

 

“He will come soon, so please wait just a little.”

 

What fault could the serving child have?

 

The Master of Righteousness finished his meal neatly.

 

As always, he maintained proper posture in body and mind, and despite this being the person who had kidnapped him, he prepared to meet him with sincerity.

 

“Sinui. Are you inside?”

 

Then, the Sect Leader’s voice was heard.

 

“I am.”

 

“Then, I’ll come in.”

 

The Sect Leader’s face, seen for the first time since that day.

 

Nothing had changed, but strangely, the terrible demonic energy he had felt then was not present.

 

“Now it seems like conversation might be possible.”

 

“…A whole month has passed though…”

 

“Has it? I’m insensitive to time.”

 

“Now I’d like to ask the reason. Has someone been hurt?”

 

At those words, the Sect Leader shook his head and said.

 

“No.”

 

“Then why did you…”

 

“Not yet, that is.”

 

“…What…”

 

Yes.

 

That was the energy.

 

Full of pure demonic essence.

 

It wasn’t intentional, but merely the original nature contained within his intentions.

 

“It will happen in the future. That’s why I needed you.”

 

The demonic energy disappeared again as if it had never been there.

 

“…Just kill me instead. I will never step forward for the sake of demons.”

 

“I shall do so.”

 

“…”

 

Though he had prepared for death, the answer came so easily that he was puzzled.

 

If this was the case, why had he been confined for a whole month?

 

Was his concept of time really that different from others?

 

“Instead, I’ll have to bring your disciple here. The disciple is now called Sinui, I hear.”

 

“…!”

 

“I will ask him the same question.”

 

“What do you mean…!”

 

“If even Sinui refuses, I’ll stake Singyeo’s fate and kill every single physician in this world.”

 

These weren’t empty words.

 

Hadn’t the Sect Leader staked Singyeo’s fate?

 

“How about it. Will you become a person of the sect?”

 

Since there was no other option now, the Master of Righteousness—no, Mawi—could only nod his head.

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