The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 86

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Chapter 86

What an amazing coincidence.

Gangho is so vast, yet don’t we always encounter someone we know.

Cheongun’s expression wasn’t pleasant.

Whether it was good fortune or misfortune.

He had said he would observe, but now it seemed to be both.

Meeting someone who would commit sins was good fortune, but that person being Jingin’s disciple was misfortune.

Jowi.

In his previous life, he wasn’t a particularly well-known figure.

To be precise, Cheongun had died before his name became more widely known.

Jowi’s alias was the Lustful Ghost.

How could someone from the Daoist sects.

Moreover, how could a disciple of Jingin come to be called the Lustful Ghost.

Though he didn’t know the detailed circumstances, he could understand this much.

The look in his eyes when he gazed at his junior sister Jinhwarin just moments ago.

In those eyes, there was something that went beyond the affection between fellow disciples.

Now that he knew Jowi was the senior brother of Jinhwarin and Jewunhwi, the flow of events seemed somewhat understandable.

In this incident with Akpaecheon, Jinhwarin would not have died.

Only her fellow disciple Jewunhwi would have perished.

‘I need to uproot that source.’

However, if he did that now, he would lose everything he had gained by saving their lives and becoming a guest.

Wouldn’t he become an enemy of Zhongnan?

“Young Hero Wun. It seems Saheong has also heard the news.”

“It appears so.”

“Saheong asked me to wait… so I must pause the tour for a moment. I apologize.”

“Not at all. Isn’t this a joyous occasion? It seems he has returned with enlightenment.”

How wonderful it would be if enlightenment were always a good thing.

Enlightenment meant reaching and understanding some principle or truth.

However, in that process, inner demons could also arise.

And judging by Jowi’s condition, he had either gained inner demons along with enlightenment, or had entered closed-door cultivation because of those demons.

‘He seemed to be suppressing something…’

Desiring the opposite sex is instinct.

How could one blame that?

However, restraining that instinct is what makes one human, and failing to do so makes one a beast.

Like Akpaecheon.

Certainly, Jowi’s talents were outstanding.

Even if not quite at Jewunhwi’s level, he could be considered one of those responsible for Zhongnan’s future.

‘I should observe once more before leaving.’

There was no reason to stay long anyway, and since he had firmly established the debt of gratitude, it was time to depart.

It had taken less time and effort than expected.

From the efficiency-focused perspective that Cheongun pursued, this could be called an ideal process and result.

Since Cheongun had no further interest in Zhongnan’s internal affairs, he waited outside with the two others for Jowi to emerge.

About an hour had passed.

Soon, Jowi appeared.

“Oh my, were you keeping our guest waiting like this?”

“Ah, no, Saheong. He said he would wait with us…”

“That’s right. Since you’re a disciple of Jingin, wouldn’t it be good to become acquainted beforehand?”

“Haha. Is that so? I wonder if I can meet Young Hero’s expectations.”

Though it was a brief conversation, Cheongun could sense it too.

This person seemed more pitiable than evil.

Deep gratitude could be felt in the eyes looking at Cheongun.

‘If I knew the trigger, I could prevent it…’

Since he couldn’t know it, he probably couldn’t prevent it.

If he spent time and effort, he could figure it out, but…

There was no reason to do so.

In Cheongun’s thinking, his time didn’t have the same value as others’.

“If it’s alright with you, could we have a brief conversation?”

“…Yes. Let’s do that.”

It was unexpected.

For Jowi to make such a request first.

“Samae. Fellow disciple. I’m sorry for keeping you here meaninglessly. Seeing you both after so long, I suppose I wanted to look at you a little longer.”

“Not at all, Saheong. Please have a comfortable conversation. My fellow disciple and I are staying at Zhongnan now.”

“That’s right, Saheong.”

“Thank you. Young Hero Wun. Please come this way.”

The place they arrived at following Jowi was Jowi’s Abode.

Should it be called shabby, or should it be called modest.

Cheongun and Jowi arrived at an abode that straddled that line.

“Please forgive me for receiving a guest in such a humble place.”

“Not at all. I’m accustomed to it.”

“…?”

Accustomed to it?

He had heard he was from Cheongeumjang.

Jowi couldn’t tell whether he meant he was accustomed to such places or such treatment.

“First, thank you for saving the lives of my junior sister and fellow disciple.”

“I merely did what had to be done.”

He didn’t know how many times he had given this answer.

“Still so young…”

Jowi, who had been saying this, soon looked at Cheongun and smiled.

“Though to say that, Young Hero also doesn’t seem to have reached twenty yet.”

“Does age matter when it comes to righteousness and chivalry?”

“Wise words indeed. They are children I worry about greatly.”

It was genuine concern.

Even at a glance, Jowi possessed quite outstanding martial prowess.

If Jowi had been there instead of Jinhwarin, he seemed capable of matching Akpaecheon quite evenly.

“Concern? Or affection?”

“Cough…!”

At Cheongun’s question, Jowi, who had been drinking tea, coughed repeatedly in surprise.

“Wh-what do you…”

“Did Jingin say nothing in particular?”

“…”

At those words, Jowi also revealed some of his inner thoughts.

He had been harboring feelings for Jinhwarin, but no matter how he looked at it, he thought these feelings themselves were inner demons.

“Daoist Master hasn’t said anything different. He mostly listens.”

“Is that so?”

“And… he doesn’t understand.”

Was it because they were from Daoist sects that made them stricter?

Even Cheongun didn’t know about such aspects.

“Isn’t it instinct?”

“However, if one cannot control it, one is no different from a beast.”

It was somewhat puzzling.

Do you think that simply feeling emotions means I couldn’t control them?

“Simply feeling them doesn’t mean you couldn’t control them. Does the Daoist Master desire a lack of emotions?”

“I am…”

Jowi, who was about to answer, suddenly hesitated.

Cheongun’s gaze had changed from moments before.

It was an emotionless gaze.

Empty and void, that kind of gaze.

‘Did I… want that…?’

No, absolutely not.

Though he couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud, it felt like looking into the eyes of a corpse.

Now he could observe it with such sentiment, but if he had encountered it on a battlefield, it would be the kind of gaze he’d want to avoid.

They said he wasn’t even twenty yet.

How could he have such a gaze?

No, that’s not right.

It wasn’t that he was showing such a gaze, but rather that this was clearly his original gaze.

He didn’t want to become like that.

Because it felt like becoming some deep monster from the abyss.

“How could a person feel nothing at all?”

“Then Young Master Wun…”

“I feel things too. Though you probably won’t believe it.”

He mostly felt displeasure, but feeling something was correct, wasn’t it?

“Harboring emotions is not wrong.”

“…I understand.”

His eyes looked as if he had gained unexpected advice.

It seemed he had agonized alone quite a bit.

And as time passed, he would be devoured by that simma…

“Sa, Saheong!”

Just then, an urgent voice came from outside.

The owner of that urgent voice, which he had heard once before, was none other than Jewunhwi.

“What’s the matter?”

“You, you need to come out urgently and see this.”

The two people came out wondering what was happening.

Following Jewunhwi’s guidance, many people had already gathered.

At what could be called the entrance of Jongnampa.

Right there.

“Samae. What’s going on?”

“Sa, Saheong. I think it’s them.”

“…Them? What do you mean by them…”

If it were just someone visiting, everyone wouldn’t have gathered like this.

The already destroyed gate and those who had been guarding in front of it were unconscious, their heads caught in someone’s grasp.

He didn’t know what kind of people they were, but to do such a thing to Jongnam, a massive sect.

“I said I wanted to have a brief conversation. Why are you spouting such nonsense?”

A voice full of displeasure.

It was a voice that overwhelmed the entire gathering just by speaking.

“What is this about!”

Just then, the elders of Jongnam also appeared, and because of this, the situation began to spiral out of control.

“How dare you… Are you not afraid of Jongnam’s name!”

“You must be some kind of slave. I’ve come to find my disciple’s enemy, so cooperate.”

At those words, Cheongun and Jinhwarin.

And Jewunhwi could identify who that man was.

Akpaecheon, who had driven the two to the brink of death.

It was definitely his master.

And Cheongun could identify one more fact.

‘That bastard is Hwanghwondoma.’

The true Hwanghwondoma, not a substitute.

As expected, his aura was different from the substitute from the very beginning.

Right.

If he was truly one of the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators, shouldn’t he display this level of aura?

“Young Master Wun…”

Just as Jowi was about to say something to Cheongun, his mouth closed.

Because the smile showing on Cheongun contained such intense emotion that one could never think he was the same person who had shown that emotionless gaze moments before.

“Reveal your identity first!”

“Akgeommun.”

“Akgeommun…?”

It was a sect they had never heard of before.

Naturally, that had to be the case.

It was a sect he had just made up.

Of course, there might be a sect called Akgeommun somewhere in this vast Gangho.

“Ah, there you are. Boy. It’s certain that you and your samae met my disciple. Is that right?”

Through the crowd of many people, Hwanghwondoma’s gaze reached precisely to Jinhwarin and Jewunhwi.

“Shut up! There’s no one who doesn’t know that beast attacked first, so how can you be so shameless!”

Even at those words, Hwanghwondoma showed no particular reaction.

He only kept Jinhwarin and Jewunhwi in his sight.

Then, soon his eyes met with Cheongun who was beside them.

“…?”

Hwanghwondoma’s eyes were full of puzzlement.

At a glance, it was obvious he wasn’t a Daoist.

Then, he soon showed a smile.

“Right. So it’s you. The one who killed my disciple.”

He hadn’t expected it at all.

That the culprit would be someone younger than his own disciple.

‘I thought he had almost no rivals among his peers…’

Not just among peers, but to someone even younger.

And his throat was cut without even being able to resist properly.

Everyone’s gaze gathered on Cheongun.

There was no one who didn’t know that Cheongun had saved the two.

“That beast. Was it your disciple?”

“…Haha. Beast?”

“The beast died like a beast.”

“Are you acting so arrogantly because you trust in Jongnam?”

It had to appear that way.

“Please leave. Outside of Jongnam. Ah, how about going all the way to that place called Akgeommun. Doma.”

“Doma?”

“You called it a sword, but doma…”

“Aren’t you still holding a sword?”

Everyone stirred at the word doma.

And Hwanghwondoma also realized.

That bastard.

He was someone who knew his identity.

It meant he was an existence that needed to be dealt with for the grand plan, beyond simple revenge.

And now they’re following on their own feet.

“Hah. Since when has our Zhongnan been offering hospitality to suspicious individuals?”

At that moment, Jingin’s voice could be heard.

“The world will mock us.”

Cheongun couldn’t hand him over, nor did he have any intention of cooperating.

But retreating was even more impossible, so there was only one method left.

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