The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67

 

“….”

 

Though Cheongun had experienced several enlightenments before, this sensation was completely new.

 

His body didn’t feel like his own, as if he were placed in an empty void.

 

Whether his eyes were open or closed.

 

There was nothing he could properly discern.

 

“Remarkable.”

 

How long had it been since he entered what could be called this world of mental imagery.

 

If he hadn’t had the same experience before, understanding this situation would have been impossible.

 

Though anxiety kept washing over him, Cheongun remained composed.

 

Because he knew why he had come to this place.

 

This place was Simhang.

 

The inner world that one’s self reveals.

 

For one who embraces flowers, a garden would appear, and for one who embraces the moon, a moonlit lakeside would manifest.

 

In Cheongun’s inner world, nothing existed.

 

It was a place that wouldn’t be filled, and he had no intention of filling it.

 

“The reason for coming here…”

 

Right.

 

Does one forget oneself, or lose oneself.

 

Or abandon oneself.

 

“Did I…”

 

What did I do.

 

Did I forget? Did I lose? Or did I abandon?

 

Once anguish begins, how could it easily end.

 

Anguish is like a swamp – if you don’t know how to escape it, you’ll only repeat that cycle forever.

 

“So it’s Simma.”

 

Being possessed by the evil within oneself.

 

Evil things would refer to those that go against the justice and beliefs one usually holds.

 

What is Cheongun’s justice?

 

If someone were to ask this, he could answer with just one thing.

 

“Survival.”

 

He doesn’t fear death.

 

However, he knows the importance of life better than anyone.

 

Carrying this contradiction within himself was already beyond the bounds of common sense.

 

If someone were to understand Cheongun’s state, wouldn’t that itself become his Simma.

 

“Whether abandoned or lost. What’s really so important about it.”

 

Selflessness, self-forgetting, self-annihilation.

 

They were merely divided.

 

The process, not the result.

 

Simma.

 

It was laughable.

 

Though he had entered beyond the unconscious, wasn’t that all there was?

 

It didn’t feel deep enough to be called Sim (heart), nor wicked enough to be called Ma (demon).

 

It could have been a difficult problem to fall into deep anguish over, but all of that stemmed from people.

 

Even the same matter becomes a problem if someone makes it one, and if not, it doesn’t become a problem.

 

Therefore, Cheongun erased all the preceding characters from his mind.

 

Mu (nothing), Mang (forgetting), and Mol (annihilation).

 

Then, only A (self) remained intact.

 

This is this, and that is that.

 

There was no need to define it as such.

 

It was defined as such.

 

Though Cheongun had never experienced Simma, he had experienced countless anguishes.

 

And he had repeatedly broken through them and been broken by them.

 

How could he not be able to do again what he had already done.

 

“…So. Today we should return…”

 

Geomma and Cheongsoso, who had been conversing, made eye contact with Cheongun.

 

The lifeless gaze was replaced by his characteristic emotionless eyes.

 

“Wun, surely…”

 

“Hooh…”

 

The more he looked, the more remarkable this child was.

 

Before and after were no different.

 

Not even slightly.

 

How could he be so composed?

 

Geomma wasn’t one who couldn’t distinguish between appearing to be and truly being so.

 

That meant what appeared to be Simma wasn’t actually Simma for that child.

 

It wasn’t all good points.

 

Simma originally stems from evil things sleeping in one’s mental imagery.

 

If one overcomes it, it usually leads to enlightenment, but no difference between before and after meant there was no enlightenment either.

 

However, Geomma was even more amazed because of that.

 

A genius of all ages, and so on.

 

Having the most outstanding talent in all the current martial world, and so on.

 

Geomma had continuously seen such people.

 

Back then, he wasn’t in the position of an observer like now.

 

He had directly involved himself in the Demonic Sect and clashed with them directly.

 

Their talents were real.

 

There were no lies, and there were actually those who left scars on Geomma’s body.

 

However, there was one point where they all differed.

 

That was their inner selves.

 

Not simply things expressed as mental strength.

 

It’s something one is born with, and this must be achieved through experience, not training.

 

And that experience existed only in crossing between life and death.

 

A child who had depth enough that what appeared to be Simma wasn’t actually Simma.

 

Wasn’t it remarkable?

 

With a youthful face, from his words and actions to every single movement, nothing matched his age.

 

“It seems not much time has passed.”

 

“…Right. I’m surprised. Indeed, if you live long enough, you see all sorts of things.”

 

“Wun. How is it? Compared to usual.”

 

“The same. Everything.”

 

A concise but definite answer.

 

“Good. Now it’s time to return. If we’re any later, they’ll probably notice.”

 

“Let’s go back.”

 

Today was too late to learn anything more from Geomma.

 

Enlightenment and Simma that wasn’t Simma.

 

Because not just one but several unexpected events had occurred.

 

“Right.”

 

Before he knew it, Geomma’s gaze had returned to how it was initially.

 

Languid and weary.

 

However, only when looking at Cheongun was there a glimpse of interest.

 

Before they knew it, the sun was slowly setting.

 

Though it was already a bit late, fortunately the place where Geomma stayed was connected directly behind Cheongsoso’s abode.

 

The surveillance eyes would probably think that Cheongun had spent time at Cheongsoso’s abode.

 

Well, that alone was already suspicious movement, but since it was Cheongsoso who had brought him there, it wasn’t too severe.

 

“How was it?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Everything.”

 

Everything.

 

She was asking about everything related to Geomma.

 

“It was reasonable.”

 

What a consistently unchanging person in a different sense.

 

Being this unpredictable must be difficult too.

 

How many people could say such things even after facing Geomma directly?

 

What Cheongsoso had asked was also an evaluation disguised as Cheongun’s impression.

 

His evaluation of Geomma was ‘reasonable’.

 

“Ah, just in case, I’m telling you this, but we’ve been discussing Yeso until now. You understand, right?”

 

“I understand.”

 

Come to think of it, Yeso’s sparring match isn’t far off either.

 

I wonder if her treatment went well?

 

It’s not that I doubt Mawi, but since Yeso’s illness was such a severe one, I’m a bit worried.

 

‘…Worried?’

 

For a moment, Cheongun stopped in his tracks.

 

“Wun…?”

 

Cheongsoso looked at Cheongun with puzzled eyes.

 

Cheongsoso didn’t miss the momentary unpleasant expression he showed.

 

But why so suddenly?

 

There was one reason for Cheongun’s displeasure.

 

Perhaps because he had been around her and developed some affection, wasn’t he worrying like this despite having already made a resolution once?

 

More than the fact that he had worried, what displeased him was that he had abandoned his own resolution.

 

Well, still, how Yeso will grow is yet unknown.

 

Since Cheongsoso, who could be considered the closest to her, is different from the past.

 

“It’s nothing. Let’s go.”

 

“…Alright.”

 

Until they returned to Cheongsoso’s abode, the two didn’t exchange any conversation.

 

Since Mawi had said to return after the sun had completely set, it was time to go back right away.

 

“Let’s go together.”

 

“Are you serious?”

 

“…?”

 

An unexpected question came back.

 

“Is there any reason I wouldn’t be serious?”

 

“I’m puzzled.”

 

“About what?”

 

“If the Nine Yin Severed Meridians is cured… she’ll make quite a name for herself.”

 

“It sounds like you’re asking why I’m not taking her in. Am I right?”

 

It was accurate.

 

In fact, it hadn’t made sense from the beginning.

 

However, since Cheongun’s situation seemed to make it impossible to take anyone else along, she had simply overlooked it.

 

But now that he had formed such a relationship with Geomma, the story was different.

 

She couldn’t understand why he would still leave Yeso with her.

 

It might only be on the surface, but Cheongsoso wasn’t one to judge based on that alone.

 

“I don’t know how you judge me, but…”

 

Cheongun looked at Cheongsoso with eyes that were firm beyond resolute and said.

 

“I am someone who doesn’t indulge in excessive greed.”

 

“…Are you serious?”

 

These words coming from someone who had infiltrated The Sect like this to take Mawi away.

 

It was hard to suppress the laughter that was leaking out.

 

Right, serving someone as one’s lord also requires that person’s permission.

 

“Fine. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have even known of Yeso’s existence, so if we meet again in the future…”

 

Cheongsoso, who had been pondering what to say for a moment, soon showed a smile and said.

 

“I’ll spare them. Anyone.”

 

It wasn’t saying she would spare Cheongun.

 

It was saying she would spare someone around him.

 

Even though they had become the closest in this place, the content of their exchanged conversation wasn’t ordinary.

 

To Cheongsoso’s words, Cheongun silently responded by slightly bowing his head instead of answering.

 

Cheongun’s residence, which they arrived at with leisurely steps as if showing off to everyone.

 

Since no other presence could be felt, it seemed Mawi had already returned.

 

The only presence felt was Yeso’s.

 

When they entered together with Cheongsoso, Yeso was in deep sleep with a comfortable complexion.

 

Cheongun looked at Yeso for a moment, then checked her pulse.

 

Indeed, Mawi was Mawi.

 

Being the Master of Righteousness, his medical skills would be incomparable.

 

He could feel that the meridians and blood channels that had been severed, blocked, and torn everywhere were now intact.

 

‘…It’s almost regrettable that I’ve already passed on the title of Sinui.’

 

In those restored parts, the yin energy that had been unable to settle properly until now was taking its proper place.

 

Even in his previous life, he hadn’t directly seen Yeso’s martial arts.

 

Thinking of her wielding ice techniques with this yin energy, it would be nothing short of a hellish scene.

 

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t tempted, but one Mawi was enough to completely overturn original fate.

 

“…”

 

Yeso, who they thought was deeply asleep, slowly opened her eyes.

 

She could see Cheongun and Cheongsoso before her eyes.

 

“…Master? Young Lady…?”

 

“Rest more. I only came to check your condition.”

 

Even in the moment of falling asleep.

 

Even in the moment of waking from sleep, Yeso had never once been comfortable.

 

But now, she was so very comfortable.

 

Both her body and mind.

 

“…Yes…”

 

Though it was a touch meant to check her pulse, it didn’t matter.

 

That touch felt comfortable, so Yeso sought peaceful sleep again.

 

The two people who came out of the room after confirming Yeso had fallen asleep.

 

Though no words were spoken, both of them knew.

 

The fact that Yeso followed Cheongun more.

 

When the two had come into view, Yeso had called Cheongun first and had looked at him first.

 

It might seem trivial, but the heart is originally revealed in trivial things.

 

Still, he was someone who would leave Cheongun anyway.

 

Taking comfort in this, as they were coming out of Cheongun’s residence together.

 

“Our Soso. Where might she be coming from?”

 

A voice that seemed to fill everything with yin energy just by hearing it.

 

A voice that seemed to freeze everything around came from behind.

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