The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 94

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Chapter 94

Geomma naturally couldn’t understand the Patriarch’s complicated expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“…Ha, why don’t you ask your disciple about it.”

Geomma’s gaze reached Cheongun, and Cheongun gave him a simple explanation.

“What’s the big deal.”

“What? What kind of sophistry is that! A disciple of a Demonic Sect master being the Eldest Son of Cheonjingjang. Does that even make sense in the first place?”

“It’s not impossible. I left The Sect in the first place anyway.”

“Gangho doesn’t see you that way.”

“There aren’t many who know anyway. Since I’ve become this young.”

“….”

That statement was indeed true.

However, it would be a different story for those who remember his face from his younger days.

Of course, that number would be overwhelmingly small, but the problem was that they were all masters without exception.

“Ten Thousand Streams Return to Origin, huh. I don’t even have any demonic energy left. There won’t be anything to worry about.”

“…Still optimistic as ever.”

“It’s idealistic. Now please step aside. Along with your disciple inside there.”

“Hah…”

The Patriarch’s gaze lingered on Geomma before reaching Cheongun.

Sinui was an absolutely necessary existence for Mount Hua.

But that Sinui was at Cheongeumjang, and the Eldest Son who could be called Cheongeumjang’s future was Geomma’s disciple?

This was a story that could affect Mount Hua as well, so he absolutely couldn’t just let it pass.

“You.”

“Yes.”

“What did you learn?”

“I learned the sword.”

Such a broad question.

Therefore, Cheongun also gave an answer that matched that scope.

“Ha, let me ask the question again. What kind of sword did you learn?”

“Just, I only learned the sword.”

At that answer, the Patriarch burst into light laughter.

“How did you take as a disciple someone who runs to such extremes of cleverness…no, cunning?”

“Are you jealous or something?”

“I’ll pass. That guy would devour even his own master.”

At those words, Geomma smiled and said.

“That is Gangho.”

“But what are you trying to do?”

“Our disciple has never properly held a sword yet, you see.”

“Hmm…?”

Absolutely. Absolutely not.

He could feel it just from looking at the surface.

He didn’t know why such energy and spirit could be felt from the Eldest Son of Cheonjingjang.

The eyes of those who had gone through countless life-and-death situations were visible.

“Ah, let me rephrase. He’s never gone all out? That’s why we came.”

“Hooh…”

At those words, the Patriarch also showed interest.

A young age, no, a child’s age not even reaching twenty.

But if he had such prowess without ever going all out, he was extremely curious about what would happen in the future.

“Well, I’d like to watch.”

“What? What kind of nonsense is that?”

Showing this sparring match to none other than Mount Hua’s Patriarch?

All sorts of techniques would surely be analyzed.

Though he was currently holed up in Mount Hua, he was previously called Mount Hua’s greatest.

He had been forced to take on the position of Patriarch even though he didn’t want to.

The reason was simple.

Because he was strong.

“I’ll swear on my everything. I’ll just watch.”

“Nonsense. I know you well enough.”

“….”

“….”

The two men looked at each other silently.

“…Leave.”

“Huh?”

“Go away.”

“No, this old man…!”

It meant he wouldn’t lend them this land.

Cheongun, who had been watching from the side in real time, was quite surprised too.

To think they would be this childish.

He doubted whether this was really a conversation between Mount Hua’s Patriarch and Geomma.

“Ah, I said I’d just watch?”

“…Has only stubbornness grown with age…”

“If it would be analyzed just by me watching…”

The two continued their war of words for quite some time after that.

If you didn’t listen to the sound, it was fierce enough to seem like two masters of Gangho were engaging in a battle of swords.

“….”

When would this end.

Though the way they conversed was like this, the content was actually quite important.

“Ha. You won’t do. How can you be so greedy?”

“What are you talking about? I’m just being helpful.”

“Your disciple. I’ll only allow one.”

“Tsk…Fine. Then…”

The Patriarch had one disciple.

However, the current disciple still had lacking aspects.

So just as he was pondering what to do, he felt a presence from behind.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, my condition isn’t bad…”

Jegalhye and Jasoyon happened to appear just then.

“All the children of Mount Hua can be said to be my disciples.”

“What sophistry are you trying to spout now.”

“Soyon. Come here.”

“Ah, yes! Patriarch!”

Jasoyon, who approached like that, showed surprised eyes upon seeing Cheongun who was with them.

How was the person he had seen at the inn earlier here, not anywhere else but in a place where only some of Mount Hua could enter?

“Did you call for me?”

“Soyon. There’s something I need you to do.”

“Yes. Just tell me.”

“These two people here are about to have a sparring match, and I’d like you to observe it.”

“Me?”

“Yes. And tell me everything you saw, everything you felt, without missing a single detail. Understood?”

“…Yes. Patriarch.”

Jasoyon’s eyes changed as he instinctively realized this wasn’t a simple sparring match.

“And Hye-ya. I’m sorry about this.”

“It’s fine, Patriarch. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“Yes, thank you. Let’s go for now.”

With that, the Patriarch temporarily left with Jegalhye, his own disciple, and even his disciple’s younger brother.

“We meet here again?”

“…Who are you?”

“I think we even made eye contact, but I understand for now. But this person here…”

At least Cheongun had seen her once before.

And it seemed like Jegalhye knew her too.

But the woman beside her was different.

Her enchanting eyes held both boredom and languidness simultaneously.

Just looking at her gave him a gradually bewitching feeling that wasn’t particularly pleasant.

“Nice to meet you, cute young lady.”

“Cu-cute…?”

Jasoyon’s eyes changed at those words alone.

Her wariness crumbled so obviously it was plain to see.

‘…Why are all the Mount Hua disciples like this?’

Perhaps they had closed their gates because of these internal circumstances?

Not external problems.

“Now. I’m curious too. About your full strength.”

Geomma picked up an extremely ordinary sword and pointed its tip at Cheongun.

“It’s not particularly impressive.”

“I’ll know when I see it. Come.”

“Yes. I’ll come.”

The confrontation between the two.

Nothing particularly special about it.

That’s how it appeared.

It had to be that way, because from Jasoyon’s perspective, neither of them seemed to possess particularly great energy.

‘Why did the Patriarch tell me to watch these people…?’

Just as her doubts were growing, the two finally began to move.

…Did they? Had they moved?

Jasoyon, who had been wearing a similar expression to when they had that meaningless encounter earlier.

Her expression changed in an instant.

She felt like she had seen something, but in reality she had seen nothing at all.

When she turned her gaze to where she thought she had looked, only the explosive sound after cold metal had already clashed remained there waiting for Jasoyon.

A sparring match between two people who had agreed not to use sword techniques.

A match conducted purely with understanding of the sword and a bit of inner energy.

“…Truly remarkable.”

“What is?”

“The completeness of swordsmanship you display. This cannot be achieved through talent alone.”

“Wouldn’t effort have followed?”

However, there was one strange point.

The way of gripping and swinging a sword.

And while there may be various methods of thrusting, the purpose is one.

To achieve great efficiency with minimal force.

But Cheongun’s sword had an alien feeling that couldn’t be erased.

It seemed like he had felt something similar somewhere before…

“By chance…do you know someone called Mugeom?”

“Do you mean Mu ?”

“No, Mu .”

“I don’t know either type of Mu.”

“…I see. I understand.”

Mugeom .

This person remained quite strongly in Geomma’s memory.

Losing one’s right hand is quite fatal for a right-handed swordsman.

That Mugeom had switched to his left hand and reached an even higher realm.

“You have that alien feeling felt from a one-armed swordsman. Remarkably so.”

“…Is that so?”

As expected of Geomma.

Whether it should be called a habit from his previous life, it could be seen as almost the only remaining trace of Cheongun’s past.

It wasn’t a weakness.

Rather, it was an advantage, so he deliberately didn’t correct it.

“I don’t know how that came to be, but let’s continue. My interest was just rising.”

“Yes. I’ll come.”

Though they hadn’t exchanged many moves, Cheongun instinctively knew.

The woman before him who he called Master was truly a monster itself.

The kind of monster that inevitably grows stronger as time passes.

However, Cheongun evaluated himself the same way.

‘…This is pure swordsmanship sparring.’

Exploiting the opponent’s gaps and creating unexpected variables was all too easy for Cheongun.

A sword in one hand.

And the other hand rests where the scabbard hangs.

“Oh ho…”

Those bored and languid eyes.

A subtle smile was all the change visible.

He wanted to see those eyes colored with confusion.

“It looks like a reckless stance.”

“That’s correct.”

A posture that might look like he was standing with his hands behind his back.

Cheongun, holding his sword with one hand, spotted an opening in Geomma’s defense and immediately didn’t miss that gap.

He already knew.

That opening was like Geomma saying “come on in.”

As if to show off, the sword’s tip headed toward Geomma.

The hand gripping the sword.

And the two feet touching the ground.

Cheongun’s inner energy showed rapid flow for a moment.

‘Now.’

Geomma’s eyes watching him.

In that instant, Cheongun and Geomma’s eyes met in the void.

Keeng.

When Cheongun’s sword tip approached Geomma’s heart.

Geomma raised her sword with the same expression and lightly deflected the attack.

“It’s like the speed of worldly desires.”

Geomma’s hand instantly aimed for Cheongun’s shoulder.

The closest target, and if injured, would make it difficult to grip a sword.

It wouldn’t threaten his life, but would make it impossible to protect his life any further.

The scabbard hanging at his waist.

When he pressed down hard on the hand resting on it, the end part rotated quickly and came up.

“Huh?”

He was certain his hand had touched the shoulder.

The scabbard that struck upward strongly knocked away Geomma’s hand.

No, it tried to knock it away.

“How can you wield such swordsmanship?”

Already, not a trace of boredom or languidness could be found in Geomma’s eyes.

Like a child who had received a new and interesting toy, his eyes showed only pure, innocent interest.

However, Cheongun doesn’t focus on those words.

Right now, this is a sparring match.

Gauging the strength of Geomma who gripped the scabbard is the beginning.

If he gripped the scabbard weakly, he plans to shake it off as is.

However, even if he gripped it weakly, could he shake off that hand?

That’s not the case.

Cheongun knew all too well that simply shaking it off would be impossible no matter how much inner energy he poured out.

That’s why he plans to explode it.

The hand that had been placed on the scabbard was now gripping it, and Cheongun’s energy, which had been calm, suddenly burst forth and traveled up the scabbard.

“Hmm? With just this much…”

Shaking it off is impossible.

Cheongun wouldn’t be unaware of this either.

However, Cheongun’s inner energy, which he had thought was trying to shake him off, had a different purpose.

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