The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 96

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Chapter 96

‘Geomma has… become stronger than I knew…’

When I saw him before, it was before his rejuvenation.

I had already guessed that he had grown stronger, but this exceeds my expectations.

‘And…’

What’s more surprising is this young man.

I didn’t see it directly, but sometimes there are things you can know without seeing.

That internal energy I felt just now.

Even a decent veteran master wouldn’t possess such internal energy.

“Are you… a person of the Sect?”

“I told you I am the Eldest Son of Cheongeumjang.”

“How can the Eldest Son be Geomma’s disciple? Don’t think of answering with fate. I must address this point.”

The Patriarch’s expression looked more complex than ever.

If the Eldest Son of Cheongeumjang is deeply connected to the Demonic Sect, this is no ordinary problem.

The wealth that Cheongeumjang possesses is so vast it could be said to divide the world in half.

If the Eldest Son also possesses such martial prowess, the problem becomes even greater when it falls into the hands of the Demonic Sect.

“The story is a bit long. Ah, my connection with Sinui will also be explained together.”

It seems there’s something complicated.

“First… go back. I’ll call for you again next time.”

“I won’t be here then.”

“You must know who I am. This doesn’t seem like the attitude of someone wanting to leave a debt.”

“It’s exactly as you said. I’m trying to leave a debt, not begging.”

Hwasanpa.

Certainly a prestigious righteous sect.

In the grand power structure of the Five Great Sects and Nine Sects and One School, their name has never fallen even for a moment.

However, that’s precisely why they must always maintain an appropriate line.

These are people who always think of their sect and family first, even in moments of crisis.

I don’t think that’s wrong.

Cheongun is the same way.

So, if the number of those who prioritize themselves in every moment increases, it would certainly become increasingly difficult to handle.

While Cheongeumjang believes nothing is impossible with gold, there are certainly things that are clearly impossible.

“…First go back. I’ll handle it myself.”

“Understood. Then.”

I didn’t expect the order to leave would come first.

Geomma also followed Cheongun and left this place first.

“My disciple.”

“Yes.”

“Is it really true that you learned swordsmanship from no one?”

“Yes. That’s correct.”

“…Remarkable. Your sword feels not like that of a martial artist, but like that of a soldier who survived countless battlefields.”

The ultimate principle contained in Cheongun’s sword is only survival.

No matter how beautifully one performs, if you can’t survive, it has no meaning, doesn’t it?

“It’s been quite a long time. Something exciting.”

“For me as well, it was the same.”

Geomma realized today.

For Geomma, Cheongun feels more like a sparring partner than a disciple.

A sparring partner whose growth is visibly apparent.

‘Today was no different from leaving it to luck…’

Next time is unknown.

Perhaps it won’t be just dodging and blocking, but could lead to counterattacks as well.

“Right. What did you learn today?”

“This time it’s a bit difficult.”

“Difficult?”

“That sword of Jeongmyeol seems like something I cannot easily obtain.”

“Hehe… Is that so?”

I simply asked what you felt.

And what you learned from what you felt.

A genius’s way of thinking seems completely different in its very method.

‘You tried to obtain Jeongmyeol?’

Should I frown at that arrogance.

Or should I be grateful that you called it difficult.

Geomma didn’t know yet.

The place where Cheongun and Geomma had left.

The Patriarch still couldn’t take his eyes off the sky.

“P-Patriarch. Those people are really…”

“…Don’t worry about it.”

The situation was completely different from the Patriarch’s expectations.

A disciple who hasn’t passed twenty.

Even those usually called geniuses had their limits.

Either they don’t have much internal energy, or they lack practical experience.

There are certainly things lacking due to insufficient learning.

However, such things weren’t felt from Cheongun.

At first, I thought it was just my mistake.

I couldn’t accept the fact that he already possessed complete skills at this age.

That’s why I thought the sparring between the two would be Geomma’s instructional match.

Perhaps I also underestimated Cheongun in some ways.

‘Did he monopolize all kinds of fortunes?’

The amount of internal energy is at an unfathomable level.

Not to mention its purity.

“Patriarch. I… didn’t see much.”

“Didn’t see much? Tell me in detail. It’s alright.”

“I couldn’t… see. When I turned my eyes, they had already passed through that spot.”

“That would be so. However, don’t dwell on it.”

There was also the intention of letting him realize there are new realms by watching Geomma’s sword.

With Jasoyon’s qualities, I thought he could certainly reach there someday.

However, everything went wrong due to one variable I hadn’t considered.

It was Cheongun’s existence, and because of the martial prowess Cheongun possessed.

A man of similar age to himself showed an equal match with someone worthy of a private audience with the Patriarch.

Even if it wasn’t equal, that’s how it appeared to Jasoyon’s eyes.

“…Soyon.”

“Ah, yes. Patriarch.”

“I told you not to dwell on it. Even I couldn’t do that at that age.”

I’m deeply worried.

That he might fall into Simma.

“That female warrior’s final sword… I felt nothing. I couldn’t feel her internal energy, and I couldn’t even see her swing the sword.”

“…”

“But that man… blocked it.”

Even now, his expression shows he can’t understand.

That was the problem.

He shouldn’t try to understand.

“Long ago. I too have felt something similar.”

“Patriarch… you have?”

Wasn’t the Patriarch someone called a talent that could be counted on one hand?

To think such a person had felt this kind of helplessness.

“That’s right. The cause of that is now called the Martial Alliance Leader.”

“Ah…”

“Do I look more inadequate to you?”

“What? No! That can’t be.”

“Right. Soyon. Don’t set people as your goals. Something that changes constantly cannot be a goal.”

“…Yes! Patriarch.”

It’s fortunate to see his expression become much lighter.

However, Soyon was thinking this way.

That he had been a frog in a well.

Jasoyon, who left his seat, headed to where Jegalhye was waiting.

“I’m sorry. For making you wait.”

“Not at all. I was having a conversation with Lady Ja here.”

Jegalhye always shows a gentle expression.

Perhaps because of that, it’s hard to guess what she’s thinking.

Such Jegalhye’s eyes don’t leave Jasoyon’s eyes.

‘…He’s changed…’

A moment ago and now.

The atmosphere is so different that you could say he’s a completely different person.

What on earth did he see?

Curiosity arose, but she’s not foolish enough to ask this directly.

However, Jegalhye wasn’t one to leave curiosity as just curiosity.

“Ah, I should be going now.”

“What? Did something offend you…”

“Not at all. It’s just that this doesn’t seem like a moment for me to be here.”

“Ah… then it can’t be helped. I’ll invite you again next time.”

“Thank you.”

The person who could resolve this curiosity wasn’t Jasoyon.

And it wasn’t the Patriarch either.

It was those two people.

That mysterious man and woman.

‘They couldn’t have gone far.’

There was one reason why Jegalhye came all the way to Mount Hua.

It was to improve relations with Mount Hua.

Originally, their relationship wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t particularly good either.

“I can feel… energy?”

She had just left Mount Hua, but surprisingly, she could feel the direction that energy was heading.

It wasn’t a familiar energy.

Since Jegalhye had never properly grasped Cheongun’s energy or Geomma’s energy, she could only assume that the energy left by those who departed the mountain belonged to Cheongun and Geomma.

It was as if it was telling her to follow.

Otherwise, there would be no reason to leave such energy behind.

“…Interesting.”

When she saw them long ago at Kunlun.

When she saw them today at the inn.

And now when they left this energy behind – all of it.

She didn’t know why they were telling her to come, but since it coincided with what Jegalhye wanted, there was no reason to refuse.

A light laugh escaped.

Until now, the only men she knew were those far inferior to her brother.

Following the traces left by that energy as she descended the mountain, the energy gradually grew stronger.

As expected, around the entrance of the mountain.

She could see someone sitting in front.

Sitting on some rock and staring straight ahead, that figure looked like someone who intended to stay here, neither climbing the mountain nor leaving.

“Young Master Wun?”

“It’s been a while.”

“As expected, you remembered?”

“I tend not to forget most things.”

Soon Cheongun rises from his seat.

Taller than she remembered.

A little more than a head’s difference.

The gradually shortening distance.

The gaze that had been facing forward slowly moved upward, and soon the two faced each other at close range.

“I’m Jegal Hyera.”

“I’m Cheongun.”

So it was Cheongun.

Blue clouds.

From his appearance so far, what comes to mind is closer to dark storm clouds than blue clouds.

“By any chance, were you waiting for me?”

“That’s right.”

“What might be the reason? For waiting for me.”

“It seemed you would come out.”

“Intuition?”

“Prediction.”

Though it was a short conversation, they could make a basic assessment of what kind of person the other was.

“Then, why were you waiting?”

“It seemed you would be looking for me.”

A laugh burst out.

He seems like quite an interesting person.

“Is that also a prediction?”

“This one is intuition.”

“You’re right. I had something I was curious about, so I was thinking of seeking you out. I was a bit surprised that you were waiting like this.”

He’s someone with good intuition.

He knows this about himself, but surprisingly, he doesn’t rely on it.

Such people are rare.

“If you want to ask, you may ask.”

“Then, may I first inquire about your background?”

“It seems you didn’t hear the story from the Daoist Master.”

“No. I came out quickly in case you might go far.”

“Cheongeumjang.”

“Cheongeumjang… as I thought.”

She doesn’t seem particularly surprised.

“Was this the reason you hid your surname?”

“The scope would narrow down. That’s right.”

A moment of silence follows.

Hye had been waiting for Cheongun to ask questions, but Cheongun didn’t seem like he would ask more questions.

What is this strange uneasiness?

“You may continue.”

“You can do more.”

“In a place like this?”

“It doesn’t seem like a question that’s bound by location.”

“Then… disciple of Geomma and young Patriarch of Cheongeumjang.”

Should I say this is indeed the Jegal Family?

Whether it’s intuition or the result of information gathering, I don’t know, but it’s quite impressive.

“What is your purpose?”

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