The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 70

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Chapter 70

 

The closer we get to our destination, the more I can feel the gazes increasing.

 

Without Cheongsoso’s help, it would have been quite troublesome, but thanks to preparing in advance, only the gazes increased while nothing else changed.

 

Since Mawi was also heading in the direction Cheongun was going, that tension was building up as well.

 

“Where might Mawi be…”

 

Where could he be.

 

Just as I was about to look for him.

 

I didn’t need to do that to know where he was.

 

“They say an immortal has appeared?”

 

“Surely he must have responded to Lord Cheonma’s call.”

 

People’s footsteps were gathering in one place.

 

When I slowly headed in that direction, I could see Mawi treating people.

 

“Rest well for two days.”

 

Mawi with a benevolent expression.

 

Could there be anyone else for whom the word “Mawi” was so ill-fitting?

 

“Yes, thank you, Immortal!”

 

“Haha, I told you I’m not an immortal…”

 

Thinking this might be one of Mawi’s amusements, Cheongun stood there and simply waited for Mawi’s entertainment to end.

 

It took quite a long time, but Cheongun just silently watched it all.

 

One by one.

 

The complexions of those who were sick and wounded somewhere brightened, and they returned to their respective homes.

 

I suddenly wondered if something would have been different if I had met Mawi like this in my previous life.

 

Then, I soon stopped.

 

It was pointless anyway.

 

Still, recalling fragments of the past in this way didn’t seem too bad.

 

For Cheongun personally, they were just memories, but if I listed the things I experienced, they would become history.

 

Had about two hours passed?

 

Now there was no one looking for Mawi.

 

It seemed he had healed all the sick people in the nearby area.

 

Even knowing that pursuit would begin soon, it was amazing how he consumed his internal energy like that.

 

Mawi’s age felt like it was just a number rather than accumulated experience.

 

Well, that’s probably how he was able to obtain such medical skills.

 

“Ahem… I’m sorry about that.”

 

He seemed to realize he had done something wrong.

 

Mawi cleared his throat unnecessarily and offered an awkward apology.

 

“It doesn’t matter. Rather, it seems the surveillance has relaxed their vigilance a bit.”

 

Mawi, who had briefly looked around, soon nodded.

 

“Are we departing now?”

 

“Yes.”

 

If we go beyond that gate, we’ll be leaving the Demonic Sect’s stronghold.

 

It’s the same gate we entered through.

 

I haven’t seen it since that day, but it’s still in the same place fulfilling the same duty.

 

“Even thinking about it again… I’m not sure if this is right.”

 

“If it’s wrong, would you go back?”

 

To that question, Mawi showed an enigmatic smile and answered.

 

“That’s needless worry.”

 

“Please follow me. And no matter what happens, just keep going without looking back.”

 

“…? I understand. I’ll do that.”

 

No matter what happens, don’t look back.

 

Though it was a statement that raised unnecessary anxiety, Mawi had nowhere else to rely on.

 

Wasn’t this already decided?

 

Actually, with Mawi’s level of martial arts, he could handle even the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators.

 

It’s just that his nature itself doesn’t match, so he extremely dislikes combat breaking out.

 

As we approached the place where we would go outside with Mawi, I could feel movements trying to stop this, as expected.

 

I could sense some of the watchers going to report this, while others were waiting for the right moment to directly block us.

 

One step, one step.

 

As we got closer, they finally revealed themselves.

 

“You cannot go any further. Please return.”

 

As if they wouldn’t hesitate to use force, they already had their hands on their swords from the moment they appeared.

 

How pathetic.

 

With that trivial power, trusting only in the name of the place they belong to and trying to throw away their worthless lives.

 

“What’s the reason?”

 

“Not permitted.”

 

Was “not permitted” the reason?

 

Or were they saying even asking wasn’t permitted? I couldn’t tell.

 

However, this wasn’t important.

 

This moment was both the starting point and signal flare for everything.

 

With one action, Cheongun would cross a river of no return.

 

Shing.

 

The sword being drawn.

 

Today especially, the crying sound of the sword scraping against the scabbard seemed to sound quite resolute.

 

I could see those who hadn’t anticipated Cheongun’s action at all flinch.

 

How dare.

 

For someone who wasn’t part of the Sect to draw their sword first inside the Sect.

 

The watchers had been certain of Cheongun’s death, but soon they became certain of their own deaths too.

 

What could they do?

 

If they had received orders to block Cheongun’s path, the ending was already determined.

 

Since the sword was already drawn, the decision had been made.

 

Surging white sword energy wrapped around the black blade, emanating a heterogeneous aura while simultaneously cutting down the obstacles blocking the way ahead.

 

“Huh, how concise.”

 

Sword energy wasn’t particularly impressive by Mawi’s standards.

 

Those who somehow sought him out were people who scattered sword force around.

 

However, Cheongun’s current sword energy was extremely restrained.

 

As if not allowing even a bit of waste, the restrained sword energy precisely cut only the necks of those who blocked the way and disappeared.

 

The way he operated his internal energy was at an admirable level.

 

Without even crossing hands once, he could gauge the opponent’s level and use just enough power to kill them in one strike.

 

“It begins. Please go to Cheonghae first.”

 

“First… you say?”

 

“Shouldn’t I cut down the pursuers first before going? Since you dislike getting blood on your hands.”

 

Guilt showed in Mawi’s eyes at the fact that Cheongun had noticed.

 

To leave Pokdanma’s death to someone else while disliking getting blood on his own hands.

 

How contradictory was this?

 

“Right now… I’m accepting it.”

 

“Accepting is for when it’s unavoidable. I guarantee you, now is not such a time.”

 

The words of someone so much younger were quite trustworthy.

 

“I understand. I’ll go first and wait.”

 

“Please have a drink with your disciple. It’s been a long time since you’ve reunited.”

 

“I’ll drink when you come.”

 

“Good.”

 

With that, Mawi departed first.

 

There would be those they’d encounter while departing, but Cheongsoso had said she would handle them directly.

 

Did he trust Cheongsoso?

 

No, he didn’t trust her.

 

That’s precisely why this choice was possible.

 

What Cheongun could do was something only Cheongun could accomplish.

 

“They’re quite fast too.”

 

He could feel them approaching as if they had been waiting.

 

He had no intention of fighting in front of their stronghold.

 

He didn’t want those whom Mawi had painstakingly treated to get caught up in this.

 

So, neither closing the distance nor widening it with them, he gradually moved away from the Demonic Sect.

 

The news that Mawi and Cheongun had left the sect naturally reached the Sect Leader first.

 

“Faster than expected.”

 

“What do you intend to do?”

 

Cheonjeokha and the Sect Leader were excessively calm.

 

It was quite surprising that they had already anticipated this, but even more surprising was that they hadn’t prevented it despite their expectations.

 

“It seems to have gone as Father said.”

 

And then, Cheongsoso and the other candidate appeared together at that place.

 

“It’s regrettable that we couldn’t reveal his identity. He wasn’t at an ordinary level.”

 

“Still, we found out that his family isn’t ordinary either, given his level.”

 

Why had the Sect Leader left Cheongun so free all this time?

 

There was one reason.

 

It was to use Cheongun as kindling for the Jeongma Great War.

 

They say justification in war can be manufactured, but it’s not unimportant.

 

With this righteousness, they could utilize all the Elders and Seven Great Demonic Cultivators who were skeptical about the Jeongma Great War.

 

“More than that, it’s surprising, Soso. To have prepared everything from the beginning.”

 

“It’s for the sake of the sect.”

 

Satisfaction could be glimpsed in the Sect Leader’s expression, and the more satisfied he became, the more anxious one person grew.

 

Cheonjeokha appeared unconcerned.

 

The Elders and most of the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators supported him after all.

 

So then, the remaining one who couldn’t claim the same.

 

There was someone who couldn’t remain composed.

 

Usually the pursuer has more leisure than the pursued, but that’s only true when the difference isn’t too great.

 

The gap that had opened with overwhelming difference was now at a level that made one lose even the motivation to continue chasing.

 

“…Father. I will…”

 

“No. I will personally step forward.”

 

To create such justification, a name of that caliber must be involved.

 

A matter serious enough for the Sect Leader to personally step forward.

 

Cheongun would become someone who was captured and brought to the Demonic Sect pretending to be a hostage, then stole one of the sect’s sacred treasures and fled.

 

“Everyone will go. It’s a matter of that magnitude.”

 

“What will you do about Mawi?”

 

To Cheonjeokha’s question, the Sect Leader answered with an expression as if asking why he would ask such a thing.

 

“We must bring him back, mustn’t we? Wherever he may be.”

 

Since they had attached a tracking incense personally crafted by one of the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators, there was no way they wouldn’t know where he went.

 

It was tracking incense at a level that even the Sect Leader couldn’t detect.

 

“Wun is currently outside the sect, maintaining an appropriate distance while fleeing.”

 

“They’ve split up.”

 

The Sect Leader immediately grasped the intention behind Cheongun’s actions.

 

It seemed he intended to use himself as bait to send Mawi away first.

 

Probably, Cheongun would be waiting on the shortest route toward Mawi.

 

Well, knowing this wouldn’t change anything, and not knowing wouldn’t have made a difference either.

 

As long as they did what needed to be done, that was all.

 

The result wouldn’t change either.

 

“Don’t act hastily. We’re setting out for execution, not pursuit.”

 

A child of the Righteous Sect.

 

He had kept an eye on him due to his considerable level, but the fact that he looked down on the sect so lightly was quite unpleasant.

 

His dantian should be destroyed and his limbs severed to make an example of him.

 

“Yes.”

 

More than that, what should be done when Mawi is brought back?

 

His abilities were too valuable to kill.

 

He wanted to use solitary confinement, but with Mawi’s level of skill, he would certainly be able to remove even the solitary confinement placed on his body.

 

In the end, time was needed, so bringing him back came first.

 

“Next time we bring him back, we’ll have to cut off both his legs.”

 

So he can never flee again.

 

If this is what comes back despite showing him such courtesy, there’s no need to show courtesy anymore.

 

“Since I said I would personally step forward…”

 

The Sect Leader briefly looked around at the three Junior Patriarch candidates.

 

Not everyone could leave their posts.

 

Though the Sect Leader was moving personally for the sake of justification, situations requiring direct intervention shouldn’t arise.

 

So, he briefly pondered who should be left behind.

 

“You will remain.”

 

“Yes. I understand.”

 

The Sect Leader’s choice was Cheonjeokha.

 

And this choice already showed that the Sect Leader had inwardly decided on the Junior Patriarch.

 

Therefore, the expressions of the other two candidates weren’t particularly bright.

 

“Prepare yourselves. It’s been a while since we’ve gone to look around the surrounding scenery.”

 

“Yes, Father.”

 

“…Yes, Father.”

 

Some of the Elders and Seven Great Demonic Cultivators would also step forward.

 

As there had been few such large-scale movements throughout history, the current movement would heighten the Righteous Sect’s tension by itself.

 

Thus, the two Junior Patriarch candidates except for the Sect Leader and Cheonjeokha personally stepped forward.

 

Not for Cheongun’s execution, but for securing solid justification for the more distant Jeongma Great War.

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