The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93

“Hye. Did you see? He just left like that?”

“That’s right.”

“But do you know him? The way he looked at you seemed unusual, don’t tell me…”

“I remember seeing him before. I was wondering if it was the same person.”

“Ah, is that so? He’s quite handsome, so I thought that’s why you were looking.”

Cheongun’s sixth sense was excellent.

If he had stayed in that spot, perhaps those two would have approached him first.

“But what do we do since he left before we could confirm?”

“It’s fine. It’s no different from already giving an answer.”

“What kind of answer was it?”

“He’s saying it’s correct. That he’s the person I met back then.”

Originally, the two had already finished all the conversations they needed to have, so there was nothing more to discuss.

However, thanks to a new topic being thrown in, new conversations continued with that subject.

Where they had met.

What had happened.

And what their first impressions were, and so on.

Meanwhile, Cheongun, who had finished taking refuge where the innkeeper was, had been guided to a separate room.

Since this was a place only given to distinguished guests, he wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone while staying here.

‘Troublesome matters are the worst…’

If it had been just an ordinary lady, it might have been different.

A promising disciple of Mount Hua and a precious daughter of a great family?

Just imagining it was full of troublesome things.

If there was one problem, that expression was definitely one that recognized him.

“I should hope the merchant preparations are finished.”

As Cheongun wished, he was able to spend time here without anyone’s interference.

Recently, he felt like his own growth had stopped.

He had created new martial arts and simultaneously gained simma and enlightenment from Geomma, but the events after that were problematic if anything.

Of course, it hadn’t been that long.

However, there had never been a time when there was no change at all until now.

Since this was something that hadn’t happened even in his previous life, Cheongun was feeling lost somewhere for the first time.

Cheongun liked this.

The feeling of being lost.

The very act of moving endlessly in search of answers.

“Indeed. At times like this, swinging a sword is the best.”

It wasn’t simply swinging it, but it would be perfect if there was someone to receive it.

“…The quietness is the problem.”

Was it because it was too different from his previous life?

Even though what remained of his past self was only in his memories, Cheongun might still not have adapted.

Even though he knew that now was the calm before a great storm approached.

Since it had been a life that crossed the boundary between life and death every day, very occasionally he missed those times a little.

This might be what it feels like to do wall-facing meditation.

Cheongun had thought this way before too.

If he returned to the past.

Then what could he do, and what should he do?

Like all martial artists in the martial world, wouldn’t he search for spiritual medicines hidden throughout the world while training?

However, Cheongun didn’t need to do that.

Because Cheongeumjang was a place that already had everything.

Precious spiritual medicines or inner cores?

If there was an overwhelming amount of gold, nothing would be impossible.

Of course, there were still things he couldn’t obtain, but those were things even Cheongun couldn’t do anything about right now.

If he had wanted to, he could have obtained precious spiritual medicines from Jongnam.

However, he didn’t do so because more important things lay in the future.

“Killing intent?”

He wasn’t sure if he simply wanted to swing his sword.

Or if he liked the sensation that caught at the tip of that sword.

Should he visit Shaolin?

He wondered if receiving sermons from high monks might make him feel better.

“Killing intent. That’s a very good thing.”

Then a voice was heard.

It was a voice he hadn’t heard in quite a while.

Even without hearing the voice, he could tell who it was just from that energy.

Sometimes it seemed filled with deep darkness, sometimes it seemed clear.

Someone who emanated an energy like a deep abyss whose depth couldn’t be fathomed at all.

“It’s been a long time.”

“How is it that you show no sign of surprise?”

“I thought it would come to this someday.”

“Being quick-witted is a good thing.”

Soon the door opened and Geomma revealed himself.

“By the way, how unexpected. A fellow who wouldn’t bat an eye even if he became a public enemy of the martial world.”

“Since I have much to protect, I’ll decline being a public enemy of the martial world.”

“Shall I swing my sword once and call you my disciple?”

“…”

It seemed like all the people around him were completely opposite to the image of masters that Cheongun usually knew.

At least Senior Gomujin was the most fitting to the image of a master that Cheongun thought of.

However, Cheongun also knew.

That there were realms that couldn’t be reached without being mad.

Mad about swords, mad about the Way.

And some were mad about blood.

“Why have you come?”

“Look. I’m coming after giving away even the sword I cherished so much.”

“Then from now on I should just call you Ma.”

“Heh, so you’re a fellow who knows how to joke?”

“I’m also human, after all.”

Cheongun personally brewed tea, and Geomma leisurely sat at that table.

“I came to have a sword made.”

“Here?”

“Didn’t you know? The master craftsman called Gongdo is here.”

Gongdo.

It was a famous name.

The beloved swords of the Martial Arts Alliance Leader and Cheonma were also Gongdo’s swords, and besides those, all the swords of renowned masters were Gongdo’s swords.

“Do you know the exact location?”

“That’s why I came.”

Cheongun didn’t know Geomma’s age either.

However, unlike his appearance of looking like a young man, he knew very well that he was very old.

But if he asked about his age, it seemed like his neck would be cut immediately even without a sword, so he couldn’t ask and asked something else instead.

“Do you know other masters besides Gongdo?”

“How could I not know? Some of those in hiding are probably because of me.”

Why hadn’t he thought of this until now?

The fact that he had returned from one lifetime.

Had he perhaps fallen into the delusion that he knew everything, that he was omniscient?

Perhaps it had been wrong from the very beginning.

When he first rescued Gomujin, even Geou didn’t know his whereabouts as they were mysterious.

That’s why he felt that way even more.

That what Cheongun knew was the only truth.

Now he seemed to properly understand how arrogant that thought had been.

Enlightenment.

What could be so special about it?

What a mere ordinary farmer can have is enlightenment, and what an empire’s emperor can have is also enlightenment.

Moreover, regarding the path one should take.

Understanding unknown territories is also enlightenment, and knowing that the path one has walked was wrong is also enlightenment.

Becoming a transcendent master or reaching the transformation realm through a single enlightenment is literally divine fortune.

Cheongun was someone far from such fortune.

If he had such fortune, he wouldn’t have lived like that in his previous life.

“Where. Can you tell me who is there?”

“Why?”

What the Sword Master knew about Cheongun’s purpose was fragmentary.

It was his purpose within the Demonic Sect.

“It’s out of necessity.”

“Ho… necessity. Are you perhaps thinking of creating a third faction?”

“Something like that.”

“…Really?”

It was something he had said lightly as a joke, but he was serious.

If it were someone else, it would be the kind of talk he’d dismiss as childish words.

“So what are you planning to do?”

“Must I necessarily do something?”

“My disciple. When you gain power, you must inevitably do something.”

“Wouldn’t it be fine if I cultivate enough power so that I don’t have to?”

“Ha! That’s so like you. I like it.”

“So. Can you tell me?”

It’s not difficult.

However, not all reclusive masters are gentle or leisurely.

If someone chose seclusion, there are also those who had no choice.

“My disciple. There are those who go beyond being wary of strangers and point their swords first.”

“How strong are they?”

“Well, there might be some at my level, don’t you think?”

This… isn’t Gangho a bit too vast?

To think there are several masters at the Sword Master’s level.

“I have some idea of your martial prowess, but I don’t know exactly. So…”

The Sword Master looked around briefly, then picked up a chopstick.

“Shouldn’t we measure it accurately?”

At those words, a smile spread across Cheongun’s lips.

“Hoho. So you can make that expression too.”

“Is there a suitable place?”

“I know a very suitable place. How about it, shall we go now?”

“Yes.”

Cheongun answered without hesitation.

The Sword Master.

No, Master was at a transcendent level in terms of realm alone.

If it were Daoism, it would be a level that achieved ascension, and since it’s the Demonic Sect, it might be beyond transcending demons.

“However, having my first bout with my disciple without any preparation would be somewhat…”

“At Master’s level, wouldn’t even a tree branch be like a treasured sword?”

Hearing the word “Master” directly from Cheongun’s mouth had a greater impact on the Sword Master than expected.

“The mindset would be different, wouldn’t it?”

“Are you planning to go straight to that master craftsman Gongdo?”

“Even if I go right now, I can’t meet him immediately, so I should get a decent sword from a nearby blacksmith.”

The Sword Master left only a word to wait briefly and disappeared.

When she reappeared not long after, a faint scent of blood was prominent on her.

She deliberately didn’t erase it.

It wasn’t to inform anyone either.

Simply, that faint scent of blood was better than anything else.

“Young ones approach just looking at appearance. Originally, one should look at the inner self.”

How many could approach after seeing the Sword Master’s inner self?

“Now let’s go. I’ve also mentioned that I’ll be away briefly.”

Just where could it be that even the Sword Master would give advance notice?

Following the Sword Master like that, as they walked further along the path, a familiar sense of unease began to arise.

‘This direction is…’

That direction.

The direction Cheongun had just come down from.

“Ah, there’s a formation, so be careful. Since it’s a formation made by an eccentric old man, the formation follows that temperament too.”

“…Yes. I understand.”

This… how will things turn out?

Will it get complicated, or will it be resolved?

However, they wouldn’t have been unaware that she was the Sword Master, and since they allowed entry to what seemed like quite an important place, it probably meant they had some friendship.

Following the Sword Master through the formation and heading deep inside, the energy he felt earlier began to be felt again.

Since Cheongun felt it, the other side naturally felt it too.

Why the person who had just left was returning again.

And not with just anyone, but together with the Sword Master.

As expected, as they approached the summit, the Patriarch could be seen waiting in advance.

With a deeply puzzled expression.

“Hmm? Coming out to greet us even.”

“This is now…”

The puzzled look didn’t disappear, and the Sword Master also showed curiosity about it.

“Is there some problem?”

“What relationship do you have with the young man you brought…?”

To the Patriarch’s question, the Sword Master answered proudly.

“He’s my disciple.”

“Dis… ciple…?”

For a moment he couldn’t accept it, but soon understanding exactly, his brow began to furrow.

The Patriarch of Cheongeumjang.

The Sword Master’s disciple?

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