The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 76

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Chapter 76

 

“What, what did you say? Cheonyugjong and the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators supporting him…?”

 

Hwanghwondoma.

 

That Seven Great Demonic Cultivator had established the most perfect double among all his substitutes.

 

A double so precise and perfect that only another Seven Great Demonic Cultivator could distinguish the difference.

 

Because they were twins.

 

Mawi had learned of this when he was called to treat the Seven Great Demonic Cultivator who was supposedly a double.

 

Despite being twins, one overflowed with talent while the other was pathetic in comparison, so the pathetic one must have become the double and stayed with Cheonyugjong.

 

‘Even so, they would be at the most similar level…’

 

Seeing that they’ve arrived now, it seems it didn’t take them very long.

 

Though the sun had set some time ago, there was still quite a while before it would rise again.

 

“Yes. The sun has already set, but it seems we’ll need to move a bit more before we can rest.”

 

“…I understand. Let’s do that.”

 

He didn’t seem particularly impressed.

 

Between when he saw Cheongun before departure and now.

 

If there was one thing that had changed, it was nothing more than his clothes being slightly disheveled.

 

They made a nearby cave their temporary shelter for the day and took a brief rest.

 

“…All the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators were doubles.”

 

“Is that so.”

 

“…? Did you know?”

 

He had suspected it.

 

There were two Seven Great Demonic Cultivators he had crossed swords with.

 

He could understand Pokdanma since he had invested a very long time in Thunder Orbs, but he couldn’t understand Hwanghwondoma, who was Cheonyugjong’s supporter.

 

How could the combined attack of two people be more disappointing than Pokdanma, who had neglected his training for so long?

 

“Not exactly, but it seemed that way.”

 

“Hah, I understand a little. Anyway, they say the real Seven Great Demonic Cultivators, not the doubles, are coming.”

 

If Mawi hadn’t been there, Cheongun would have wanted to face them too.

 

It was the anticipation of wondering what kind of martial prowess those who had never neglected their training and devoted everything to pursuing strength alone would possess.

 

“We’ll rest for about two hours and then depart.”

 

“Sigh… I understand.”

 

The affairs in the Demonic Sect were now almost racing toward their end.

 

Though everything wasn’t completely finished yet, if they could just avoid the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators who had joined the pursuit, it could be considered a success.

 

Perhaps because of that, the next plan began to circle in his mind.

 

‘No. First, let me finish this.’

 

This wasn’t thinking ahead to prepare for the future.

 

It was thinking due to impatience.

 

Therefore, he set it aside for now.

 

Because the entire schedule had become completely tangled, all the order he had previously established had become jumbled.

 

After two hours passed, Cheongun immediately began to escape quickly with Mawi.

 

Though he had secretly hoped for an encounter with the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators, with Mawi present, it would be clear overreach.

 

Therefore, because they took a slightly roundabout route, it took a bit more time.

 

Since he had carried Mawi on his back during parts of the journey, it took about half a month before they could finally arrive near Kunlun’s territory.

 

And near here was a hideout that Mawi had prepared.

 

He had even set up formations so that no one other than himself and his disciple could easily find it, making it the safest place in the vicinity.

 

“…We really escaped…”

 

His voice was filled with disbelief.

 

To think they had escaped from none other than the Demonic Sect.

 

And the process had been much easier than expected.

 

The pursuers had only been doubles of the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators and Cheonyugjong.

 

If Geomma hadn’t made Cheonma turn back, the story would have been different.

 

The Demonic Sect had lost Mawi, but succeeded in obtaining Geomma’s sword and a fairly good justification.

 

Though it was somewhat of a loss, this level could be most appropriately described as ‘acceptable.’

 

“…Master!!”

 

The presence felt from the hideout.

 

And the presence of someone entering the hideout.

 

Master and disciple finally reunited.

 

“…You’ve been through much hardship.”

 

“Not at all. What could I have possibly done?”

 

Cheongun silently watched over the reunion of master and disciple for a moment.

 

Not much conversation passed between them.

 

Since they had taught and been taught for longer than Cheongun had lived, there were things they could feel without words.

 

When their conversation ended, Sinui soon approached Cheongun.

 

“To be honest… I didn’t believe it would be possible…”

 

His trembling hands conveyed his current emotions in place of words.

 

“Since we’ve accomplished it, now you can do what you need to do.”

 

What Cheongun wanted was for Sinui to join him.

 

That didn’t mean he intended to hold him captive.

 

Just when needed.

 

If he could receive help without delay, that alone would be satisfying.

 

The Demonic Sect was already keeping Cheongeumjang under watch anyway.

 

Cheongun would eventually learn that he had once been a person of Cheongeumjang, but that was all.

 

It was just a matter of timing.

 

“I have no intention of binding you to Cheongeumjang. However, if Cheongeumjang needs you, prioritize it above all else.”

 

“I understand. I swear on my name that I will prioritize Cheongeumjang above all else.”

 

“That’s sufficient. So now…”

 

Cheongun soon looked at Sinui and his master and said.

 

“Please go. Just examine the condition of my grandfather, the Former Patriarch of Cheongeumjang, first.”

 

“I understand. I’ll need to see what condition he’s in, but there’s nothing wrong with hurrying. What will you do, Master?”

 

“I’d like to go anywhere if I could, but since those Demonic Sect bastards are hiding everywhere… I want to go with you for now.”

 

If both Sinui and his master examined his condition together, he would probably survive even if he was barely breathing.

 

Thus, all three of them moved toward the same destination.

 

“Was there anything unusual?”

 

“Nothing special happened. Oh, the Martial Arts Alliance was recruiting people.”

 

“The Martial Arts Alliance?”

 

Recruiting people was always happening.

 

Talent was always important, regardless of whether they were righteous, demonic, or unorthodox.

 

Nevertheless, the fact that he brought it up directly meant they were recruiting people differently than usual.

 

“They said they were forming a Special Operations Unit.”

 

“A Special Operations Unit. What is it for?”

 

Was it just for the ordinary purpose of building relationships?

 

“It seems the Martial Arts Alliance found Demonic Sect spies within their organization. They’ve finally recognized the seriousness of the situation.”

 

“So it’s a Special Operations Unit to handle them?”

 

“It seems so. I heard there were more volunteers than expected.”

 

As members of the righteous faction, facing the Demonic Sect would be considered an honor in itself.

 

“I heard that trading companies have been frequently attacked recently. Cheongeumjang is said to be included.”

 

“Is that so.”

 

Where, and who could it be.

 

“Among them, Geumhwa Trading Company is said to have suffered the most damage.”

 

Should this be called a coincidence.

 

Geumhwa Trading Company happened to be one of the places he had been considering as his next destination.

 

The merchant group itself isn’t a particularly special place.

 

I just happen to know of one extraordinary person who lives in seclusion there.

 

Up until now, it could be said that things were relatively easy.

 

Though it’s not something I should say after turning the Demonic Sect upside down, it was easy because I clearly knew what those living in seclusion wanted.

 

That’s why it could be considered easy.

 

However, from now on, it won’t be.

 

Cheongun only knew roughly where and who was there, but he couldn’t accurately grasp what they wanted.

 

The people he had gathered now were naturally those who would leave their names in history.

 

This alone wasn’t enough.

 

Cheongun knew better than anyone else.

 

That being able to cry out for peace and tranquility was paradoxically only possible when one possessed the greatest power.

 

First, I should arrive and make a definite decision.

 

There might be changes at Cheongeumjang as well.

 

* * *

 

“No! Isn’t this cheating!”

 

Dangmuryang’s indignant voice was echoing loudly throughout the room.

 

“What are you talking about? Cheating?”

 

Elderly men of advanced age gathered at Cheongeumjang.

 

What they were doing was one of the games that children might play.

 

“This beggar bastard. You’ve been wandering around the world learning nothing but wicked tricks.”

 

“Hehe. An old man with better eyes than me can’t see this one thing? It looks like I’m going to win this bet?”

 

“…Please stop this.”

 

Gomujin tried to stop Geou and Dangmuryang, but it didn’t seem to have much effect.

 

Those who had been arguing for quite a while about whether it was cheating or not only stopped when Cheongun’s mother appeared.

 

They couldn’t show an even more unseemly appearance to a much younger junior.

 

“More importantly, is there any news about that guy? Old Beggar.”

 

“He’ll handle things well on his own. He’s a monster-like fellow.”

 

“Not that kind of thing. I’m asking if there’s any reliable information.”

 

How could they possibly get information about the guy who went to the Demonic Sect.

 

Though beggars are scattered all over the world, when it comes to information about the Demonic Sect, Haomun would know more than Gaebang.

 

Though it might seem like they were spending time meaninglessly, that wasn’t the case.

 

They weren’t people who didn’t know what purpose Cheongun had gathered them here for.

 

At that moment, they sensed someone’s presence outside.

 

Since strict orders had been given that no one should come near unless it was important business, they could tell it was quite important.

 

“It seems like important business, how about we all listen together?”

 

At Dangmuryang’s words, Sowol also nodded.

 

“Will you come in?”

 

At those words, Heuksorang, the leader of the Black Shadow Unit, entered.

 

After showing proper courtesy, Heuksorang immediately got to the main point of his visit.

 

“The Patriarch has returned.”

 

“Huh, finally…”

 

“So he succeeded after all.”

 

Success and failure are always divided into two categories, but when examined closely, they branch into dozens of paths within.

 

However, this time was different.

 

Among the countless branches of success and failure, only one existed.

 

If he had failed, there would have been only death.

 

“Really? I wonder what kind of person he brought back this time?”

 

It was Cheongun who had continued a course of action that couldn’t help but raise expectations.

 

“How about we go together?”

 

“Of course we should. Isn’t he the one who gathered us?”

 

Most of these people were in what could be considered their twilight years.

 

And they were those who had already settled all their connections and reached closure once before going into seclusion.

 

So they weren’t unaware that their current connection would be their last.

 

Thus everyone left the room and headed toward the grand entrance of Cheongeumjang where Cheongun would have returned.

 

Having arrived there, it wasn’t long before Cheongun appeared with others.

 

And seeing this, Dangmuryang and Geou.

 

Even Gomujin let out curses.

 

“Crazy bastard…”

 

“Huh, he’s completely lost his mind.”

 

“How could this…”

 

While it was true they had expected to see who he would bring this time, of all people, he brought Sinui and even his master.

 

Those who kill people are countless in this Gangho martial world, in the Central Plains.

 

However, those who save people are not as many as one might think.

 

Sword Emperor, Sword Marquis.

 

Or Fist King, Poison King – all sorts of titles exist, but isn’t there only one person who bears the name Sinui?

 

“Oh my…”

 

This time even Sowol had quite surprised eyes.

 

She knew her son was capable, but it seemed he was even more capable than his mother thought.

 

Father’s condition could surely be treated if it was Sinui.

 

“Huh… I see familiar faces.”

 

“Master Sinui…!”

 

“How did someone so hard to even catch a glimpse of…!”

 

“Hehe. I’m not Sinui anymore, now my disciple is.”

 

“Ah, I see. When I saw him before, he was indeed worthy of being called Sinui’s disciple, but now he’s truly become Sinui.”

 

While they exchanged light conversation, Cheongun also had a brief conversation with his mother.

 

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

 

“No. Aren’t I your son, Mother?”

 

“Hoho, that’s right. Of course. How was it, what kind of place was the Demonic Sect?”

 

It seemed Mother had already guessed.

 

More than that, what kind of place was the Demonic Sect.

 

After thinking for a moment, Cheongun first tested the waters.

 

“Cunning and clever…”

 

At those words, Mother’s expression hardened slightly.

 

I had wondered what Mother thought of the Demonic Sect, but she seemed to dislike it much more than expected.

 

Seeing that she wasn’t even trying to hide her expression.

 

Cheongun instead smiled and continued his words.

 

“It was a den of beasts.”

 

At that, Mother’s expression brightened.

 

“As expected, my son knows so well what his mother wants to hear.”

 

Mother’s smile felt particularly chilling.

 

Mother’s smile feels particularly bleak.

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