The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 90

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Chapter 90

“…You. So you were that bastard.”

The eyes that had been filled with playfulness changed.

He had heard the report.

That some bastard had completely turned The Sect upside down.

“I don’t know who you’re referring to.”

“If I return with your head, I’ll know whether it’s right or not, won’t I? The moment you spoke those words, you no longer have any choice, boy.”

The eyes that had contained some amusement no longer held anything.

They were the kind of eyes that belonged to someone who only had the purpose of taking an enemy’s head on the battlefield.

“Blood Sea …”

Here it comes.

The killing intent shown by one of the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators.

His heart began to pound.

Not only the surrounding energy, but even the air itself changed.

It felt as if the entire world had turned blood-red.

“Still the same as ever.”

Then, a familiar voice was heard.

“Or perhaps you’ve gotten younger?”

At that unwelcome voice, both the Seven Great Demonic Cultivator before him and even Cheongun frowned slightly.

“Ha, this beggar-like old man…”

“Haha! A beggar calling someone beggar-like. Even after all this time, your jokes seem to match your beauty.”

Geou, who appeared together, was surprisingly sending a welcoming look.

Surprisingly, they seemed to be acquainted.

“Shut up. You filthy and unclean old man.”

“Well, we’re both aging together… no, wait. We’re already old and dying, so why do you keep calling me an old man?”

“I have no business with you, so get lost.”

“I have business here.”

Seeing Cheongun’s somewhat disappointed expression, Geou showed an expression that seemed to ask, ‘Did I do something wrong?’

“It seems you two know each other.”

“It’s an old story. It must have been more than thirty years ago. Back then, when I met our Seongdong…”

“You bastard!! I told you not to call that name…!!”

“Ah, ah. Sorry. It’s been so long I forgot. As you said, I’m getting old so my memory comes and goes, haha!”

The Seven Great Demonic Cultivator who had been freely controlling the blood-red energy.

No, the woman called Seongdong now had a face redder than that energy.

It was a face mixed with all kinds of emotions.

The kind of expression that wanted to cut off his neck right away.

“Anyway, back then I happened to meet Seon… no, Hyeolramahua who had been abandoned after suffering severe injuries, and I saved her life. Ah, don’t misunderstand—I didn’t know she was from the Demonic Sect at the time.”

So she owed him a life-saving debt.

That’s why she looked so displeased but didn’t actually draw her sword.

Also, she seemed to be very wary of someone else who might be up on that mountain.

‘Just like with Hwanghwondoma…’

The same was true now.

The moment Cheongun’s battle was imminent, Geou appeared.

This was already the second time.

Cheongun had no interest in whatever history existed between the two.

The reason Cheongun hadn’t told Geou separately was because this was the most efficient approach.

It was a way to achieve and gain what he wanted without fighting.

However, even Cheongun, who prioritized efficiency above all, had exceptions.

Specifically when it came to battles like this.

Even if it meant choosing the second-best option instead of the best, he wanted to personally witness martial arts he had never experienced before.

“So after that day…”

Geou, who had been continuing his story, read Cheongun’s unusual atmosphere.

‘Well, look at this?’

So this guy could show such an expression.

How unexpected.

Wasn’t this the kind of look shown by those who could be called Sura, half-mad from battle?

‘Should we go back?’

He glanced back and spoke with lip movements.

At that sight, Cheongun let out a chuckle and shook his head.

The more he looked at Geou, the more mysterious a person he seemed.

He was clearly a master, yet he felt like one of those meddlesome old men found in every village.

“Does our Mahua intend to continue? I know well that you’re strong, but if there are two of us, I think that’s sufficient.”

“…Ha. Boy. Know that you’re lucky. Looking at your eyes, they’re eyes that don’t fear death.”

At those words, Cheongun turned his body first and answered.

“Even those who fear death only fear it when death draws near.”

An answer that in this confrontation with her, that death had not drawn near.

He didn’t look it, but he was a surprisingly belligerent character.

“I look forward to the day we meet again. I was displeased that only old things kept getting tangled up.”

“Haha! It’s natural for old things to get tangled up with an old man.”

The two who came down the mountain first didn’t exchange any conversation for a while.

“You. Were you really going to have a life-and-death battle with that witch?”

“Isn’t she one of the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators?”

He didn’t know what kind of answer that was.

Whether it meant yes or no.

Since Geou hadn’t seen Cheongun’s full power yet, he couldn’t say anything.

However, the Hyeolramahua that Geou knew was someone who used people as sacrifices.

Her speed of building internal energy was on a different dimension from ordinary methods.

“You’re not one to charge in recklessly, but keep in mind that you’re not alone.”

Whether on the battlefield or off it.

Cheongun was not alone.

You could say his companions had increased, but you could also say his sense of responsibility had increased accordingly.

“Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As Geou said, he hadn’t charged in recklessly.

However, since he had never once used his full power until now, he also needed such an opponent.

He knew he was strong, but he didn’t know to what extent.

He was unclear about this.

He had already surpassed the level from his previous life long ago.

“Well, I’ll be going now. I need to beg for alms if I want to have even a drink.”

“Understood.”

He didn’t know if it was sincere, but Geou left.

Since Cheongun hadn’t entered Mount Hua yet either, he tried to carry out other plans he had made, but there was something he needed to check first.

“That man came from up there.”

That meant there were definitely things related to the earlier conversation up there.

Then, was it right to go?

Or was it right to carry out the other plans?

The former carried great risk but also corresponding benefits.

The latter was naturally the opposite.

“Time isn’t pressing, but…”

That didn’t mean he intended to spend it inefficiently.

“I should be able to confirm it, so going would be better.”

Thus, Cheongun climbed toward the peak of the mountain.

Since this was Mount Hua’s territory, it was important not to be discovered at all costs.

“Ah, I should take that with me.”

The path upward, carrying something that would serve as a decent excuse.

However, at some point, it felt like the mountain peak wasn’t getting any closer.

With such a formation deployed, he thought this might be where the truth of Bongmun lay.

“This is a type of formation I’ve never seen before.”

It didn’t feel like it was set up by someone with deep knowledge, but rather like someone with outstanding talent had used things learned by watching over someone’s shoulder.

Those who don’t know much about formations.

Or those who don’t know deeply might lose their way forever in its endless variations.

However, the flow visible to Cheongun’s eyes was showing gaps created by imperfect mastery.

“Hmm…”

After pondering briefly, Cheongun passed by the visible gap.

If he did that, he’d have to start the formation from the beginning again, which would be quite troublesome.

So he intended to find and exit through the original way out.

Cheongun’s steps toward the peak suddenly changed direction.

Going down in the opposite direction instead.

This was the beginning of breaking through.

“This way.”

After repeating going down and up several times, he could feel that a path toward the mountain peak had opened.

Following that path upward, there was a small house standing alone.

And from within it, he could sense two different energies.

One was precarious, as if it would soon be extinguished.

The other was the opposite – an energy that seemed ready to burst forth at any moment.

“Is this all there is?”

It was simpler than expected.

He had thought he might be able to sense various energies.

As he approached the house step by step, it seemed those inside had also sensed Cheongun’s presence.

Since he had deliberately made his presence known, they should acknowledge it.

“Wh-who are you?”

The flustered voice was filled with wariness and worry.

“I’m a herb gatherer.”

“A herb… gatherer?”

Naturally, since it was a lie, their wariness only grew stronger.

“Yes. I’m a herb gatherer.”

However, Cheongun was confident.

Since he had eliminated something harmful, broadly speaking, calling himself a herb gatherer was… well…

Though he felt it was somewhat forced, the only people who would wander around this mountain were herb gatherers or hunters.

“Please leave. This is a place you shouldn’t come to.”

“Is that so? But why don’t you show yourself?”

“That’s…”

“Since I’m lost, it would be good if you could at least give me directions.”

Cheongun’s words were nothing but lies, and both Cheongun and the listener knew this.

“The very fact that you came here shows it wasn’t by chance… so why do you keep telling lies?”

“Then all the more reason you should show yourself, shouldn’t you, Young Daoist?”

Cheongun gradually approached the house, and simultaneously he could feel the energy inside being gathered.

“Please leave. I’m saying this for your own good.”

Cheongun gave no answer and stood before the door.

He could clearly see someone preparing to draw their sword right behind the door.

Just as he was about to reach for the door, Cheongun flinched.

“…”

Throughout all his previous lives, had he ever received such an intense warning gaze?

Whose gaze this was.

He could tell without seeing, without asking.

‘Do they have clairvoyance or something?’

Cheongun withdrew his hand briefly, then found the direction from which that gaze was coming.

Finding it was important.

The owner of this gaze didn’t want their location to be discovered.

Then, as if to show off, he held up what he had been carrying in his hand.

It seemed he had done well to bring it.

As if recognizing the face, he could feel the warning gaze fade somewhat.

So Cheongun opened the door as he was.

“Wh-who are you?!”

This time, the young Mount Hua Daoist sent him a gaze full of wariness.

Though he seemed flustered, his energy didn’t waver.

Seeing how he was being completely cautious, he was a prodigy who could be called outstanding even among his peers.

However, that too would be within the category of peers, wouldn’t it.

“Sword. Put it away.”

The young Daoist who had been looking at Cheongun with a stern expression soon sheathed his sword.

He had felt it instinctively.

That the difference between him and Cheongun was vast.

“What is… your purpose?”

“What would a herb gatherer’s purpose be?”

While saying this, he showed the young Daoist what he had also shown to the gaze from before.

“This is…”

“I came to gather herbs that make one feel quite good.”

Though he didn’t recognize this face, he wasn’t ignorant of who it was.

“What… happened?”

“Would it work for just the two of us to talk?”

“…”

He meant to call his master.

Both bringing that head and the strange atmosphere.

He seemed like someone who knew a lot about something.

And above all, he couldn’t resist.

If this person drew his sword right now, he and his sister would die immediately.

“I understand. Please come with me.”

Cheongun still didn’t know who this young Daoist was.

It also meant he didn’t know who his master was.

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