The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 72

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Chapter 72

 

“How could you…”

 

The Sect Leader’s hardened expression said everything.

 

The Seven Great Demonic Cultivators felt the same way.

 

Clearly, the situation had flowed as predicted and was controllable.

 

However, that one person.

 

Because of just that one person, their predictions went awry and an uncontrollable situation had arrived.

 

“You’ve grown so much. To address me as ‘you.'”

 

Even with them before her eyes, that lady showed not the slightest waver.

 

She possessed nothing but a single sword, yet how could she block the steps of all these people?

 

“Though it’s been a long reunion… I don’t have time to chat with you right now.”

 

“What does that matter to me? I’m going to capture my disciple.”

 

At the word ‘disciple,’ the Sect Leader’s brow twitched.

 

“Dis…ciple?”

 

There were two being pursued right now.

 

One was Mawi, and the other was Cheongun.

 

Since Mawi couldn’t be Geomma’s disciple, it meant that boy from the Righteous Sect was Geomma’s disciple.

 

Though it was unexpected, what did it matter?

 

Geomma had already appeared before them, and Cheongun was being pursued.

 

“…Sect Leader. I will go personally.”

 

It was Cheonyugjong who stepped forward then.

 

Cheongsoso naturally had no intention of stepping up, and Cheonjeokha was inside the sect.

 

In such a situation, if he could personally capture the thief who was Geomma’s disciple and had stolen the divine artifact, he thought he could gain recognition.

 

“…”

 

The Sect Leader, who had been silently watching Cheonyugjong, turned his head to check on Cheongsoso as well.

 

There was no particular reaction.

 

“Do so.”

 

That he had killed Pokdanma.

 

He must know that it was handled at the very center of the Demonic Sect.

 

However, that’s precisely why he assigned more personnel.

 

Still, he was the Sect Leader’s child, so shouldn’t he at least accomplish the task assigned to him?

 

With the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators who usually supported Cheonyugjong, he believed they could complete it sufficiently even with some casualties.

 

The only problem was whether they could quietly pursue from behind.

 

With Geomma guarding the front like that.

 

That she had appeared like this after not showing herself for so long meant she would never allow passage.

 

Cheonyugjong was not unaware of this, but that’s precisely why he passed in front of her even more nonchalantly.

 

Her characteristic languid and weary gaze lingered on Cheonyugjong for a moment, but that was all.

 

“…”

 

“Why don’t you go?”

 

Cheonyugjong, who had been silently watching Geomma, turned his body and passed by her.

 

At that sight, Geomma let out a light laugh.

 

“You seem to have inherited your father’s arrogance completely.”

 

And the words that followed stabbed at Cheonyugjong’s heart.

 

“But how is it that you failed to inherit that talent? How pitiful. Like a day-old puppy dwelling in a tiger’s skin.”

 

Cheonyugjong hesitated for a moment.

 

Though he acknowledged it, though they were words he couldn’t accept, there was something more important right now.

 

Therefore, he could do nothing but pass by.

 

“I’ve sent off the child I needed to send, so now no one can pass in front of me.”

 

Geomma’s sword tip pointed toward the sky, then came down to the ground.

 

It was the same sword as back then.

 

A sword that seemed to draw rather than swing.

 

When the Sect Leader first saw that sword.

 

It was that sword that had completely captivated him then.

 

To such an extent that he would have asked to learn from Geomma rather than the previous Sect Leader.

 

“Huh… to think I’d see that sword again.”

 

“Of all people, Geomma…”

 

This was the reaction of those who knew.

 

“That’s supposed to be a sword?”

 

“The name Geomma can’t be just empty reputation…”

 

This was the reaction of those who didn’t know.

 

‘Perfect.’

 

Cheongsoso was smiling inwardly.

 

As planned, Cheonyugjong had taken on pursuing Cheongun, and Geomma was personally blocking any other variables.

 

It was a variable that Cheonyugjong’s supporters among the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators accompanied him, but well, wouldn’t that be fine?

 

Since he had disposed of Pokdanma so easily, Cheongsoso thought it would be possible to handle two opponents as well.

 

The worst case would be Cheonyugjong successfully completing his mission and returning.

 

If that happened, Geomma would have to step forward once more.

 

However, she didn’t know if Geomma would do so.

 

Even stepping forward now was simply because she cherished her, and because she had let her meet someone who could continue the sword’s progress.

 

If not for that, she wouldn’t have stepped forward so easily against the entire sect.

 

To the observer outside the sect who had been immersed in ennui, she had provided a path back to the secular world.

 

That was also the reason Geomma had revealed herself so directly.

 

To decide on a place worthy of her reputation before returning.

 

“I remember what I saw when you climbed onto my knee.”

 

“I don’t remember it though.”

 

“Does saying that make it something that never happened? Looking at you now, only your exterior has grown.”

 

“On the contrary, you seem to have grown younger.”

 

Since those words could only mean rejuvenation, murmuring began again.

 

A master who had achieved rejuvenation.

 

A master whose name alone remained, now remembered by fewer people than those who had forgotten.

 

“Hoho, when you reach my age, you’ll understand. It’s not that I’ve grown younger…”

 

The lingering traces of sword energy that had been drawn out long ago.

 

Soon, as Geomma swung her sword through the air, the traces began expanding their territory from their respective positions.

 

It was a strange sight.

 

To think such things were possible with a sword.

 

The name Geomma wasn’t given for nothing.

 

“It’s called becoming youthful, child.”

 

How many people in this land could call Cheonma a child?

 

“Come. There’s no more conversation to share, nor any need for it.”

 

However, no one moved first.

 

“Soso.”

 

“Yes, Father.”

 

“Is this the ending you desired?”

 

“…Pardon?”

 

“You still don’t know your father, Soso. What one who ascends to the supreme position must possess is…”

 

Cheonma also drew his sword.

 

How long had it been since he personally stepped forward?

 

The joy of crossing swords with someone he had once admired was not easily obtained.

 

It would have been better if it were a duel.

 

When it’s not a duel, that joy demands life as its price.

 

“It’s not cunning, but tyranny.”

 

“Father…”

 

“You surely didn’t think I wouldn’t know.”

 

“….”

 

Right, there’s no way I wouldn’t know what kind of person Father is.

 

I just hoped.

 

That he wouldn’t know, that he would pretend not to know.

 

“Behold what your cunning has wrought. And feel it. What must be abandoned and what must be taken to reach this position.”

 

Cheonma’s internal energy began to flow through his sword.

 

The energy was deeper and darker than the sky at its darkest moment, seeming to devour even the surrounding light.

 

“Everyone, stand back.”

 

“Sect Leader! This is not the time for you to step forward personally.”

 

“That’s right. We will go first.”

 

The two Hobeop and the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators stepped forward to dissuade him, but Cheonma’s eyes held only Geomma.

 

“I said stand back.”

 

Cheonma now was more resolute than ever.

 

This wasn’t simply the resolve of facing a life-or-death battle with someone he had admired.

 

“Soso.”

 

“Yes, Father.”

 

“This is the price of your cunning.”

 

Cheonma pointed the tip of his drawn sword not at Geomma, but at Soso as he spoke.

 

“There are no more Junior Patriarch candidates. I appoint Cheonjeokha as Junior Patriarch.”

 

“Ah, Father!”

 

“Show words and actions befitting your position.”

 

The meaning of Cheonma’s words now was different from usual.

 

A Junior Patriarch appointed in front of Geomma.

 

This was a Sect Leader who had kept candidates for nearly ten years.

 

This wasn’t something to decide so simply.

 

The Seven Great Demonic Cultivators who supported Cheongsoso were right here beside them.

 

That’s why it held even greater meaning.

 

Right now, Cheonma was telling everyone this.

 

That he was resolved to perish together with Geomma.

 

This was what Cheongsoso had overlooked.

 

Because he was in the position of Cheonma.

 

Yet because Father still harbored the desire to become stronger.

 

Therefore, she couldn’t predict that he would show such resolve.

 

Cheongsoso was more like an assassin than a warrior.

 

“Are you finished talking?”

 

“Don’t speak as if you waited for me. Nothing exists that can afford to wait for this lord except the sacred fire of Singyeo.”

 

At those words, Geomma smiled and said.

 

“Yes. Come, let me punish that arrogant mouth that claims to have waited for Cheonma. I am here.”

 

Finally, the two faced each other.

 

“Everyone retreat. I cannot be concerned with the surroundings.”

 

At those words, everyone began to step back.

 

Simply creating some distance would still get them caught up in it.

 

And soon, it would lead to death.

 

“Unhyeok.”

 

“Please… do not call my name.”

 

As everyone retreated, the Sect Leader’s speech changed to honorifics.

 

The Sect Leader had lost his mother early in childhood and had relied quite a bit on Geomma.

 

“Show me. How far you’ve walked in your father’s footsteps, I’ll see for myself.”

 

“…Then. I’ll go.”

 

The previous Cheonma was said to be strong enough to be compared to the first Cheonma.

 

One day he suddenly disappeared without a trace and never showed himself again, so everyone could only speculate that he had died.

 

Geomma was almost the only one who knew that previous Cheonma.

 

Bang.

 

One clash.

 

That powerful roar reached even Cheonyugjong, who was already far away.

 

It wasn’t just the sound that reached them.

 

Even from this great distance, the result of that roar was visible, and the aftermath of two massive energies colliding could be felt.

 

“Father…?”

 

“This is not something for the Junior Patriarch candidate to worry about.”

 

“Do you… know about Geomma?”

 

At that question, the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators’ mouth closed for a moment.

 

“Even when I was young, Geomma was the sword of the main sect.”

 

“When you were… young?”

 

“He seems to have undergone rejuvenation, so I don’t know how it will turn out.”

 

“….”

 

How would it turn out.

 

Father, and himself.

 

“Candidate. Now is the moment we must do the job we were assigned. If we fail… there will be no more opportunities.”

 

“…You’re right. Let’s go.”

 

What they arrived at without even being able to confirm how things turned out.

 

That was Cheonyugjong.

 

Success was not a choice but a necessity.

 

Therefore, they absolutely had to kill this thief of sacred objects and disciple of Geomma.

 

However, the scene unfolding before their eyes now paralyzed the reason of Cheonyugjong and the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators to the point where they couldn’t even recognize where things had gone wrong.

 

“What kind of… nonsense is this…”

 

It was just once, wasn’t it.

 

Simply put, he had wrapped internal energy around his sword and released it.

 

Yet half of those brought to pursue Cheongun had lost their lives, and some of the remaining half had their arms or legs severed.

 

Even so, Cheongun showed no signs of fatigue.

 

“How can his internal energy be so…”

 

It felt like not just a few cycles, but dozens of cycles worth.

 

The problem didn’t end there.

 

The place where Cheongun’s energy had passed.

 

That energy, which had already succeeded in cutting through something, had clearly scattered and disappeared, yet its lingering resonance remained, cutting through everything it touched.

 

Did he possess infinite internal energy?

 

Cheongun, who understood the meaning of those gazes, spoke with still emotionless eyes.

 

“Didn’t I say you were pathetic. Both individually and collectively.”

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