The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 69

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Chapter 69

 

Wherever you go, there’s always one person like this.

 

Someone who forgets the purpose and intent during such sparring matches and only obsesses over winning and losing.

 

Cheongun could see this clearly now.

 

“What are you doing right now!!”

 

It had been a golden opportunity to cut off his breath.

 

“I don’t know what you’re relying on to be so arrogant.”

 

At those words, Number 15 showed a sneer and said.

 

“Then, are you being so arrogant because you trust the Junior Patriarch candidate?”

 

Oh ho.

 

Quite a bold child.

 

Though to call him a child, he’s still of considerable age.

 

Glancing toward where the instructors were, it seemed they had no intention of intervening.

 

They appeared to think Cheongun couldn’t do anything.

 

In this land of the Demonic Sect, even someone of Yeso’s age would know well enough that a person from the Righteous Sect should be careful with their words and actions.

 

“Seeing that you can’t answer, it seems I’m right.”

 

“Thanks to you, I’ve become quite curious myself.”

 

Unfortunately for Number 15, wasn’t Cheongun someone who would leave soon?

 

Perhaps in others’ eyes, Cheongun appeared to be merely a hostage.

 

Number 15 was someone not in his memory.

 

Like Cheongun, he might have lost his life caught up in the Jeongma Great War.

 

Looking at his current behavior, he didn’t seem like someone who would take up the sword to protect people’s lives in the future.

 

What right did Cheongun have to judge this person’s future, but wouldn’t it all be their own doing?

 

Right now, this person was also judging Cheongun arbitrarily and spouting nonsense.

 

“What are you so curious about…”

 

It seemed he should give some teaching to this junior who still didn’t know the vastness of Gangho.

 

“Kyaaaak!!”

 

One arm.

 

Grabbing the arm he mainly used and twisting it in the opposite direction, Cheongun immediately infiltrated internal energy into the pressure points of that shoulder joint.

 

Very.

 

Very secretly.

 

A stabbing pain instantly invaded Number 15’s shoulder before disappearing.

 

“What is this…!”

 

Was he just trying to cause pain?

 

Aside from the brief pain he felt, there was nothing wrong.

 

Right.

 

Just as he was about to feel certain that Cheongun couldn’t dare trouble the Junior Patriarch candidate.

 

‘Huh…?’

 

It wouldn’t move.

 

Below his shoulder, his arm wouldn’t move as if it had been cut off.

 

Upon realizing this fact, an indescribable sense of alienation began to arise from around his shoulder.

 

Though it was still his arm, he felt such revulsion that he wanted to cut it off himself.

 

“Those so-called instructors couldn’t have been unaware of internal energy manipulation.”

 

“…”

 

That was exactly right.

 

No, they already knew.

 

They just didn’t pay much attention since losing one’s life in Maryeongdong was a common occurrence.

 

Since it was Number 15 and some unmemorable higher number.

 

Since desperation had once been part of Cheongun, he didn’t particularly like these people.

 

Unless someone at Sinui’s level.

 

Or at the level of Mawi, who was Sinui’s master, that one arm would be unusable forever.

 

Ah, unless the Sect Leader personally stepped in.

 

“Ma, Master…”

 

Yeso with eyes full of guilt.

 

“Guilt belongs to those who have sinned. Since internal energy was used midway, I trust you know that Yeso is the victor.”

 

“…So be it.”

 

“…Master.”

 

Again, a voice calling to him.

 

Looking at Yeso, it seemed Cheongun had misread the situation.

 

Those weren’t eyes full of guilt, but eyes full of regret.

 

“Yes.”

 

“I… I can’t end it like this.”

 

He knew that look.

 

This wasn’t regret about things ending midway.

 

It was regret about not being able to repay even a little of what he had received all this time.

 

“Do as you wish.”

 

“…Really?”

 

“What would it matter if the Junior Patriarch candidate stepped in? That person is the one you serve.”

 

“…Yes!”

 

If he had said to Yeso what he had said to Cheongun, at least one arm would still be usable.

 

“By the way, the shoulder of the arm you can’t use now will be the most painful.”

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

Yeso smiled faintly.

 

Right, he had momentarily forgotten what kind of child this one would become in the future.

 

“Be grateful that I still can’t properly control internal energy.”

 

It was a cold gaze directed at someone trembling in pain.

 

The chill was so intense it seemed as if he had already learned ice techniques.

 

“G-get lost…!”

 

Though the instructors held the authority in this place, no one didn’t value their life.

 

If they had died fighting warriors of the Righteous Sect, at least there would be honor, but if they stepped forward wrongly before Cheongun now, they might die covered in all sorts of disgrace.

 

Dishonor and death must never coexist under any circumstances.

 

In a situation where no one could step forward, what remained was Yeso’s revenge.

 

One time wouldn’t resolve everything, but it didn’t matter.

 

Number 15?

 

For Yeso, assigning numbers had now become meaningless.

 

“Let’s go.”

 

“…Yes!”

 

Number 15 had already lost consciousness from the pain.

 

Yeso looked down at Number 15 for a moment, then followed Cheongun out of Maryeongdong.

 

The feeling of looking down at someone who had always looked down at him.

 

This exhilaration was indescribable.

 

“Master, I’m sorry.”

 

“There’s no need. It was the other side that didn’t keep the agreement.”

 

To Yeso, Cheongun’s back appeared more massive than anything else.

 

His master always walked with his hands behind his back, but from Yeso’s perspective, knowing the relationship between the Righteous Sect and Demonic Sect, he couldn’t appear more leisurely.

 

“Yeso.”

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

“Just because you learn something new doesn’t mean it’s all good.”

 

What could that mean?

 

“Discerning that is also important.”

 

Yeso was still too young to understand her master’s words.

 

Also, it was too late to ask in detail since they had already arrived at Cheongun’s residence.

 

Upon arriving at the residence, Mawi was already waiting for Cheongun.

 

“…Have you come.”

 

A hardened expression.

 

Rather than an expression of fearing death, it was an expression of fearing that his end would lead to what he least desired.

 

“Yeso. Go and rest.”

 

“…Yes. Master.”

 

It was an expression filled with anxiety.

 

Like the intuition of a child who had once been abandoned.

 

She could sense with certainty when someone was about to leave her side.

 

When Yeso returned to her room, Mawi showed a bitter expression.

 

“The child is quite perceptive.”

 

“She’s a child who survived. Of course she would be sharp.”

 

“Hehe. How heartless.”

 

“I suppose I’m not affectionate.”

 

“Is that so? My emotions don’t seem very varied.”

 

“That might also be true.”

 

He was truly a remarkable young man.

 

The feeling of having experienced all the world’s hardships emanated from everything about him.

 

Even now, hadn’t he habitually used his internal energy to assess the interior upon entering his residence where he had been staying all this time?

 

It felt like watching someone who lived on a battlefield.

 

“I’ll depart now. Please return and come to the place I mentioned.”

 

“I understand. May fortune be with you.”

 

“Yes. May fortune be with you.”

 

He had properly settled everything that needed to be settled.

 

The watchers that Cheongsoso had assigned would choose well today what to say and what not to say.

 

Even though this was a place he had lived in for some time, there was nothing to take.

 

Since he came empty-handed, it made sense to leave empty-handed.

 

The escape route would not be easy.

 

From this place, the center of the Demonic Sect, he had to flee at least to somewhere within Kunlun’s sphere of influence.

 

Though Mawi could use martial arts, Mawi did not wish to kill people.

 

Pokdanma had been the only exception.

 

Even if it meant his own life would end, nothing would change.

 

It was a belief he had maintained his entire life, and he would never break that belief himself.

 

Therefore, he planned to send Mawi to the destination first.

 

Not moving together, but separately.

 

From this place located at the edge of Xinjiang, they had to travel that great distance to Kunlun in Cheonghae.

 

That wouldn’t be the end of it.

 

Since Mawi was an important figure to the Sect Leader, there was a possibility they would pursue even beyond that.

 

There was one plan for this, but honestly, he couldn’t predict the outcome.

 

“I should go.”

 

Cheongun took a moment to steel his resolve one last time.

 

He smoothed out the wrinkled parts of his clothing.

 

If there were any protruding parts, he arranged them neatly.

 

This too was a kind of habit.

 

A habit before facing fairly significant tasks.

 

Taking one last look at the room he would never see again, Cheongun also left the room.

 

“….”

 

But there, Yeso was waiting for him.

 

“M-Master…”

 

Where had that sharp look from earlier gone?

 

Now only the eyes of a child who knew nothing remained.

 

“What is it.”

 

“Wh-where are you going?”

 

Asking while knowing the answer—should he say she was still just a child?

 

“I’m going to where I should be.”

 

“Isn’t here… where Master should be?”

 

“No. Never again.”

 

“….”

 

The last words seemed to be a shock.

 

Yeso couldn’t compose her face for a while.

 

He had deliberately spoken firmly.

 

“C-can’t I… can’t I go?”

 

“Can you go alone?”

 

“….”

 

Not knowing how far that distance might be, Yeso couldn’t answer easily.

 

“When you think you can go by yourself. That will be the moment you can come.”

 

“…Yes. Master.”

 

Tears welling up in a child’s eyes was not a pleasant sight.

 

“Yeso.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“When you can defeat the one who will become your new master. Come then.”

 

So he gave her a new goal rather than sadness.

 

It seemed he should fulfill at least the minimum duty for having been called master continuously.

 

The new master would likely be Mother of Cheongsoso, the day she would surpass the lord of Binggung.

 

Perhaps that day might never come in her lifetime.

 

Since the lord also possessed the Nine Yin Absolute Meridians, her talent alone could be called a genius of the ages without any exaggeration.

 

“…Yes!”

 

And for the first time, Cheongun patted Yeso’s head.

 

How surprised she was—Yeso’s wide-eyed expression was quite striking.

 

“Now, go back and rest.”

 

“Yes. Master.”

 

Sigh, comforting a child seemed to be the most difficult thing.

 

It felt even more so because memories from his previous life kept surfacing.

 

Now that he had truly finished everything he needed to do, Cheongun finally left the residence.

 

His appearance was no different from his usual walks.

 

While preparing for today, he had gradually expanded the areas where he walked slowly, so the watchers wouldn’t be too suspicious either.

 

Since Cheongsoso had told him to follow the marks she had left, following that path should allow him to escape from this central area easily.

 

“So this is it.”

 

The mark Cheongsoso had left was her footprints.

 

Very faint footprints left while wearing different shoes than usual.

 

Following those footprints, he could feel himself gradually moving away from the central area.

 

“There’s nothing different about the lives of common people.”

 

Even though today was the day of the great undertaking, Cheongun leisurely spent time in the village marketplace as he headed toward his destination.

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