The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 87

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Chapter 87

“An old man from Zhongnan.”

“You seem to know who I am. Yet you remain so brazen.”

“What could an old Daoist do? As always, sit in the rear chamber and chant to the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.”

Hwanghwondoma seemed to have no interest in Jingin whatsoever.

Only one thing.

A young man, no, a mere boy of unknown origin who had so easily severed his disciple’s neck.

Jingin too sensed something extraordinary from this man who claimed to be from Akgeommun.

Such a domineering aura.

Moreover, judging by his mention of being a “doma,” it seemed he didn’t use a sword.

The way he gripped his weapon and his stance were different, appearing more suited to a blade than a sword.

“Just hand over that young brat and it ends. Why does Zhongnan protect someone they’ve never seen before?”

Right now was a moment when Zhongnan’s Patriarch was temporarily away.

To appear at precisely that moment.

A rash battle would damage all the buildings within Zhongnan, so he couldn’t easily step forward.

“Sophistry. What your disciple did would be condemned anywhere in the world.”

“Just hand over that brat, and I’ll withdraw immediately.”

“That’s absolutely impossible…”

“I understand.”

At Cheongun’s words, everyone turned their gaze to him.

“Y-Young Hero Wun!”

“How could the Young Hero…!”

“Isn’t this happening because of me? So, I’m fine with it.”

If he was going to leave a debt, shouldn’t he make it a substantial one?

Cheongun didn’t know if there were any reclusive masters from the Zhongnan Sect.

However, given how vast Gangho was, there might be some.

For Cheongun, the highest priority wasn’t the reclusive masters he already knew about.

He needed the power of reclusive masters he didn’t know, and having the help of a great sect like Zhongnan would be invaluable.

“Yes. How clever. If only you follow along, there will be no problems.”

From beginning to end.

From the moment the conversation with them began, Zhongnan’s prestige had already hit rock bottom.

However, the reason Cheongun stepped forward himself was because he was somewhat worried about Hwanghwondoma’s martial prowess.

While Zhongnan would try to stop Cheongun from stepping forward, he couldn’t predict how a battle between Hwanghwondoma and Jingin would unfold.

“Go ahead first. I’ll come there shortly.”

“What are you saying? You should come here immediately and bow your head, and even that wouldn’t be enough.”

At those words, Cheongun still maintained his emotionless gaze and said:

“You don’t seem old enough for that yet… Have you gone senile?”

“…What?”

“Just because you infiltrated Zhongnan’s gates, do you think we look ridiculous?”

Since something had tarnished Zhongnan’s reputation, he should at least restore their honor with words.

“Hah. The young brat’s tongue flows like a clear stream.”

“Since you don’t know what this young brat knows, isn’t that why your disciple died like that?”

“You damn little…!”

“If I were your disciple, I’d wander the nine heavens in resentment.”

“…Fine. I intended to have a conversation with you, but there’s no need for that.”

Displeasure began to fill Cheongun’s previously emotionless eyes.

“So go and wait. I’ll come on my own feet.”

It was blatant displeasure.

However, there are various types of displeasure.

What Cheongun showed now was like someone trying to discipline a child who had been throwing tantrums all day.

“Ha, haha!”

His gaze and expression.

This brat had the skill to turn someone inside out with just his eyes and words.

If they continued talking, it felt like even his master and parents wouldn’t be spared.

That’s what made it interesting.

Even in the Sect, there weren’t many who could provoke others so elegantly without being vulgar.

That too was an ability, a talent if you will.

“I give you one moment.”

“Understood. Please wait quietly. Don’t show emotions I’m not even curious about.”

Saying that, Cheongun simply turned around.

“…Brat. You’re number one in the world with that mouth of yours.”

At least the other Seven Great Demonic Cultivators have rough and harsh tongues.

Cheongun wasn’t even like that.

Hwanghwondoma soon left the way he had entered.

Carelessly throwing the guards from the entrance he had been holding onto the ground.

“…”

A moment of silence.

“Young Hero Wun. Why did you do that…”

Jinhwarin showed eyes filled with worry.

“Y-You’ll be fine. Even now…”

Jewunhwi also looked quite urgent.

“It’s fine. I’ll just take the sword I brought and go down.”

Until he left Zhongnan’s entrance with his sword.

No one could bring themselves to say anything.

It must feel like handing over a guest as a hostage.

No matter that Cheongun said he would go himself.

“Young Hero Wun. Please…”

“It’s fine. I’ll stop by on my way back after finishing my business, so please receive me then.”

Cheongun, who had cut off Jinhwarin’s words, deliberately avoided conversation with the others and left Zhongnan.

About half a moment had passed.

The place where he could sense the energy wasn’t far, so he could arrive quickly even walking slowly.

He could see Hwanghwondoma waiting for Cheongun without hiding his anger.

“Are you alone?”

“What kind of joke is that when you already know everything?”

“I was just curious.”

“Haha! You don’t look curious at all.”

Cheongun approached Hwanghwondoma without the slightest hesitation.

So this is a real Seven Great Demonic Cultivator.

Pokdanma truly seemed like nothing in comparison.

The difference isn’t that great.

It’s because he devoted himself to Thunder Orbs.

That seemed to be purely Pokdanma’s personal opinion.

“Seeing you directly, I understand. Why my disciple died.”

“Is that so.”

“Tsk… I told him he should recognize the difference with his opponent first…”

“What would change if he knew? He’d just feel despair at being unable to win.”

“Haha. Yes. That’s not wrong.”

Strangely, the flow and atmosphere of their conversation wasn’t too bad.

The anger he had shown just moments before seemed like a complete illusion, as Hwanghwondoma was conversing very calmly.

Anyone else would have felt puzzled, but Cheongun was so accustomed to such things that he felt no particular emotion.

“Have you reached the age of twenty yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Which sect are you from? Or perhaps a noble family?”

“Neither.”

“Neither…?”

There are occasionally such people.

Disciples cherished and raised like their own alter egos by eccentric masters who live in seclusion deep in the mountains.

For a moment, he thought this might be one of those types, but soon changed his mind.

Those who only train in the mountains cannot possess such eyes.

Eyes of one who has experienced countless battles and battlefields and survived.

Eyes that have been gradually worn down through that process until there’s nothing left to be worn away.

These are the eyes that such people show.

“I see. Where you’re from doesn’t seem to matter much to you, at least. So then, how many exchanges did you have?”

“Exchanges… I recall there wasn’t much that could be called that.”

Is this arrogance?

No, those eyes aren’t like that.

They’re the kind of eyes that speak only pure facts without embellishment.

However, that wasn’t what Hwanghwondoma had been asking about.

“No, no. You seem to have misunderstood my words.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m talking about the Junior Patriarch candidate.”

“…Ah.”

At those words, Cheongun showed a smile.

Then he answered again with emotionless eyes.

“Even so, my answer wouldn’t change.”

“…Hah.”

Knowing that the Junior Patriarch candidate Cheonyugjong had been with his double and twin brother.

There wasn’t much that could be called exchanges.

Once again, those are eyes that speak only the truth.

“I see. So that’s how it is.”

Hwanghwondoma’s blade is drawn from the ground.

“Let’s see if you can remain so confident before my blade.”

At those words, Cheongun smiled again.

Then he likewise drew his sword from his bosom.

It’s one of the sounds Cheongun loves to hear most.

The scraping sound as the sword leaves its sheath.

Like a song that becomes the prelude announcing the beginning of war.

Then he answered Hwanghwondoma.

“I’ll see. How different it is.”

To think there would be such a fellow.

Even knowing who he is, doesn’t he have quite the backbone?

However, what pleases him is only that backbone.

Along with his martial prowess, that is.

Having killed both his disciple and twin brother, he’s like a mortal enemy.

‘This young one… is quite something.’

No openings are visible.

Though he’s much younger, age didn’t matter.

He doesn’t seem to lack real combat experience either.

Checking each other’s openings first is the beginning.

“I thought things worked out well for going to Jongnam, but something seems to have gotten tangled?”

Then a familiar voice is heard.

The tension that had been gradually building up breaks with a snap.

Turning around, an old beggar in shabby clothes was leisurely walking toward them.

“That beggar bastard is…”

“You brat. Is that how someone much younger should speak?”

“To think the old beggar I thought had died somewhere would show himself here.”

The old man who had disappeared into the back waves of the Janggang – at first he wondered who it was, but isn’t this the leader of the former beggar’s den?

“How did you end up crossing swords with that bastard?”

“I hunted one beast, and it followed me all the way here.”

At those words, Geou showed a puzzled expression for a moment, then burst into laughter.

After laughing like that for a while, Geou looked at Hwanghwondoma and said.

“You bastard. Who are you blaming for not being able to keep watch over what you raised?”

“…You’re hastening your death. An old man who will die soon anyway…”

“Stop it. Do you think you can handle both of us?”

Even for Hwanghwondoma, facing both Cheongun and Geou simultaneously wouldn’t be easy.

Also, though things had turned out this way, he didn’t know when the Daoist bastards of Jongnam might appear.

It’s not like there’s no justification either.

It’s a simple matter of saying he temporarily complied with their demands to deal with all the remnants.

Hwanghwondoma had expected this from the beginning, which is why he had tried to finish quickly.

‘If that beggar bastard drags out time…’

With even the Daoists of Jongnam joining forces, it could be his side that falls into crisis.

Being able to single-handedly wreak havoc on the great sect of Jongnam was only possible because he had exploited the gap of confusion when they were unprepared.

Hwanghwondoma was someone who knew how to distinguish between confidence and recklessness.

“Tsk… We’ll meet again before long.”

He had clearly memorized the face.

Who and where he’s from.

Finding out is just a matter of time.

“I hope you’ll have a better beast by your side then.”

“…Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”

If someone else had said it, he would have considered it mockery and insult without hesitation, but strangely, this young one doesn’t feel that way.

It even sounded like a request to please find a useful beast so the hunt wouldn’t end so futilely.

It was a disciple he had put considerable effort into.

The vastness of Gangho always seems to feel new.

After Hwanghwondoma left, not long after, the Daoists of Jongnam appeared as expected.

“Young Hero Wun!”

Jinhwarin and Jewunhwi, who came running first, checked on Cheongun’s safety first.

“I’m fine. I tend to be quite lucky.”

In the meantime, Geou had vanished without a trace.

“Perhaps you should return to Jongnam…”

“No. Since the matter has been concluded, it should end with that.”

Cheongun paid his respects to everyone and left the place in what could be called a somewhat hurried manner.

“Hah… What great fortune.”

“How can someone not even twenty have such deep thoughts?”

Leaving behind the voices of those expressing admiration.

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