Hyeonjilmusin - Chapter 41



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41. Commercial Association (4)

Jeon Gil-sang’s Ghost Head Sword slashed forward. It was a rough stance befitting a warrior of the Sapha.

“Death penalty. Please step aside.”

“Can I help you?”

“sure.”

I leisurely unfolded my Cheongunbo and avoided Jeon Gil-sang’s path.

Jeon Gil-sang seemed to have a slight hurt pride when I avoided him while talking to him.

“How dare you act so carefree in front of me?”

“Speaking as if that Sapa guy is something.”

I snorted. Only then did I draw my sword and clash swords with Jeon Gil-sang.

Jeon Gil-sang’s swordsmanship began to become increasingly tangled. Although he simply swung his sword without any rules or methods, it was threatening as it blatantly targeted vital points.

In some ways, I was more familiar with this type of martial arts. Most of the martial arts I saw in my past life were like this.

But unlike me back then, I have now learned the martial arts of the shamans. Even though it is the most basic Samjae Sword, its depth is different.

The rougher the martial arts you were fighting against, the more the leisurely nature of Samjae Sword shone through. This was because the secret of a shaman’s martial arts lay in returning the opponent’s strength and using it to counterattack.

If you think that the Samjae Sword is simply composed of horizontal, diagonal, and vertical cuts, you are mistaken. If you just change the connecting movements smoothly, countless variations can be created. In fact, the simpler the initial movement, the easier it is to create variations.

The expression on Jeon Gil-sang’s face as he crossed swords with me changed. Jeon Gil-sang stepped back and glared at me.

“Are you a non-partisan?”

“Oh. You have good taste.”

“The only place in the world that uses such a shaky swordsmanship is the Wudang faction.”

Jeon Gil-sang ground his teeth. Then, he suddenly began to take off his top. A large stab wound was visible on Jeon Gil-sang’s waist.

“Do you see this?”

“Why didn’t you just die when you got that wound?”

“This wound was caused by that ignorant bastard. He didn’t even tell me the name of the Taoist priest. He said he didn’t have a name to teach me.”

“You are a great leader.”

“I will repay this wound.”

“Why are you paying me back for that?”

“Shut up!”

The sharp blade of a sword cut into my shoulder. Jeon Gil-sang, who had been standing far away, was now in front of me. What was surprising was that I could see his footsteps.

I immediately swung my sword and swung my glans. The 7th-grade talent, quick movements, clearly surpassed Jeon Gil-sang. I had only seen neat and clean movements in the shamanist sect, so when I saw Jeon Gil-sang’s techniques, there were too many unnecessary elements, and it was frustrating.

“oh.”

As I smoothly let out my glans, Myeong-gyeong, who was focused on the rain, let out an exclamation of admiration.

The only person who could tell that the technique I was using now was advanced was Myeong-gyeong. Certainly, the Samjae Sword Technique had deepened my understanding to the point where it contained the secrets of the soft and strong, so it was not something to be looked down upon as a low-level martial art.

“You’re just running around like a rat!”

Jeon Gil-sang shouted. When I went to Uichang with my disciples, I heard something like that jokingly.

There is a saying that people say when they are pushed by unmanned vehicles.

Little rat.

Witchcraft.

cowardice.

Damn it.

Visit to the left.

There were many other things to say. He said that the moment you hear the words on this list, you can feel victory. Cheongsu, who heard that later, scolded him, saying that he could predict victory when the outcome hasn’t even been decided, but anyway, that’s what he said.

No matter how much Jeon Gil-sang had a reputation for being brutal in the Infinite, it was only natural that he was not as good as the three great disciples of the Mudangpa. That was because the Gudaemunpa was where the best talents of the Central Plains gathered.

“It’s easier than you think, death penalty.”

“Don’t let your guard down.”

I have never heard of Jeon Gil-sang before. If that is true, then he is not a man who flew somewhere. He is just a famous thug in Muhan. To be honest, even if it was Myeong-gyeong who fought him, he would have been an opponent that I could have easily defeated.

“This fucking kid!”

“Oh. The odds of winning have increased. Death penalty.”

“I told you not to let your guard down.”

Jeon Gil-sang was no match for me, to the point where I could fight while chatting with Myeong-gyeong. I played around with him for a bit, then grabbed the scabbard with my empty hand and struck Jeon Gil-sang’s ankle.

Jeon Gil-sang had no time to react to another sudden attack. He felt the scabbard of his sword, which he had swung hard, collide with Jeon Gil-sang’s protruding clavicle.

“Eww!”

Jeon Gil-sang fell sideways on the ice with a scream.

My sword was aimed at Jeon Gil-sang’s neck from a distance of an inch. This was before Jeon Gil-sang could even get up from the ground.

“I lost… … .”

Without hesitation, I struck Jeon Gil-sang’s right hand, which was stuck to the ground, with my sword.

“Kwaaaaak!”

The onlookers, including Myeonggyeong, were all surprised by his quick hands. I know. As a merchant, I have seen more Sa-pa-nim than Jeong-pa-nim.

“Priest. There is no need to do that… … .”

Myung-gyeong came over to stop him, but I kicked Jeon Gil-sang’s wrist with my foot. The sword was still piercing through his hand, tearing his palm lengthwise.

“Eugh, ugh!”

In the agony of his flesh being torn apart, Jeon Gil-sang, despite being a large man, was unable to move and even shed tears. Of course, people were not interested in Jeon Gil-sang’s tears.

This was because a needle came out of Jeon Gil-sang’s wrist. The tip of the needle was glowing green, so it was obvious to anyone that it was covered in venom.

“Don’t I know you guys?”

I squatted down and grabbed Jeon Gil-sang’s hair. Jeon Gil-sang’s face was wrinkled with pain.

“Look, I’m not as nice as the guy over there. I’ve seen all kinds of shit in the world.”

I whispered so that only Jeon Gil-sang could hear. Jeon Gil-sang nodded his head vigorously, as if he was completely overwhelmed by my gaze.

“You’d better answer my questions. If I decide you’re lying, I’ll just cripple you.”

“Oh, no. What’s that? Even if I tell you the truth, if you judge it to be a lie, you’ll cripple me?”

“That level of absurdity is necessary. Isn’t what you guys did to the Dongho Store the same?”

Jeon Gil-sang was left speechless by my chilling tone.

When I raised the rank of Whiyoungsangdan to the rank of Daebang, I did not use only virtue. You cannot get to the top with virtue alone. Sometimes you have to be gentle, and sometimes you have to be cruel. That was the fate of a merchant.

“Oh, I understand. So please take the knife away from my neck.”

Now, Jeon Gil-sang must have judged me as someone who could easily take my life if he had to. I was far removed from the scholars of the political faction who simply cried out for chivalry.

“Who are you?”

“What, what are you talking about?”

“What the heck? Who’s behind you guys?”

“What are you talking about? Don’t you know that I’m from Muhan Trading Company?”

“You still think I’m a fool.”

I pulled the sword out of the ground and stabbed it into my left hand. A terrible scream echoed through the eerie streets.

Myeong-gyeong looked at me with fearful eyes, as if she was looking at a stranger. This was probably the first time she had seen me like this.

But people have many different sides.

“The sect behind Muhan Sanghoe. Where is it?”

“How about that?”

Not only Jeon Gil-sang, but also the people at Dongho Store were surprised by my words.

I guess Dongho Sanghoe is a small business so I didn’t know much about it, but the non-interference in official affairs is actually just a fancy word. Even in Hebei Pengjia, which borders Beijing, they send military leaders to maintain friendly relations.

The moment I learned that Hojo Chamjeong was involved in this, I assumed that he was definitely backed by the Murim School. The military force, which was worse than Jeon Gil-sang had thought, also supported this.

“Where did you clean up, who’s just a lie.”

Jeon Gil-sang’s notoriety was far too widely known compared to his ability. In a place as big as Infinite, there is a faction with as much notoriety as Jeon Gil-sang, but it is weaker than you might think. This meant only one thing.

Those who could not come forward used Jeon Gil-sang’s name to commit acts of force. And those who could not come forward meant that they were a political party that did not fit in with such acts.

For some, it was a story that required a great deal of thought, but it was a fairly common story in the commercial world. That’s why I was able to act confidently while passing it off like this.

“Stop it!”

Just before Jeon Gil-sang opened his mouth, the officers and managers rushed in. I turned my head crookedly. I saw a middle-aged man looking embarrassed.

“I didn’t think we’d see each other again so soon.”

“… … The silent Confucius.”

“Your Excellency, the Minister of Taxation.”

Naturally, the person who showed up was a high-ranking official who was providing solid support to Muhan Sanghoe.

It was Jinmubyeok, the Minister of Taxation.

***

Jin Mu-byeok, the Minister of the Treasury, could not believe that the clean-cut young man in front of him was the same person who had been holding the bloody sword earlier. Was he an ordinary person? Was he not the god of Hubei who had saved Hubei from illness?

I thought he was just a nice young man, but the way he threatened Jeon Gil-sang was even more arrogant and cold than the thugs of Sapa.

But what about now? The smiling figure in front of a cup of hot tea was the very image of Hubei Shin. He was a young man who was difficult to recognize.

“Confucius the Silent One.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I think there was some misunderstanding. I’m not trying to protect Muhan Sanghoe… … .”

“That is a protective word.”

Mukhwiyoung smiled and put down her teacup with a sound.

Originally, it would have been an absurd act. A high-ranking official of the third rank would cut off the words of a commoner, a disciple of a non-partisan faction. However, the timing of the cutoff was exquisite, and the words were so intimidating that it was difficult to deal with them easily.

‘What the hell is he doing?’

It was the moment when the lucky person who saved his own neck from being blown off became a target of caution. Right now, Muk Hwi-yeong was as picky as the head of a large organization. There had been no conversation yet, but it was clear that he was like that just by his momentum.

“What do you want?”

“First of all, please do not tolerate Muhan Sanghoe’s one-sided attack on Dongho Sanghoe.”

“Heh heh.”

Jinmubyeok laughed as if it was ridiculous. He had heard that he had created a top. However, no top leader could speak to him so arrogantly.

“Do I look like a civil affairs office now?”

Jinmubyeok’s eyes were gradually filled with anger. He was embarrassed only the first few times. Jinmubyeok was also a snake of years, having served in office for a long time and met all sorts of people. He couldn’t be happy when someone with a cold face spoke to him in a threatening tone.

“It means that since you haven’t done any work until now, you should do it properly.”

“Do you realize that you are now groundlessly insulting an official of the Imperial State? This is clearly grounds for imprisonment.”

“There is no one in the world who doesn’t come out when you ask for advice. You know that.”

“Do you have the skills to do it?”

“I should appeal to the Chief Inspector of the Office of the Inspector General. If I hold his ankle and cry, will he not listen to me even once?”

When the subject of the temple came up, Jinmubyeok’s expression turned ashen. Now that he thought about it, Mukhwiyeong had an acquaintance with the Ubudo Eosa of the temple.

Of course, the probability that the Ubudo Eosa of the Dochalwon would listen to the words of the Mukhwiyeong who had nothing to say was extremely low, but in any case, just his presence was a huge threat.

“… … Keep an eye on the persecution of Dongho Sanghoe. And give a warning to Muhan Sanghoe as well.”

“great.”

“I warn you, for the sake of your sect, it would be best not to let this matter grow. Behind Muhan Trading Company is the Zhuge Family.”

“ah.”

Muk Hwi-yeong rubbed his palms. It was a typical merchant’s palm rub. Muk Hwi-yeong’s smile looked terrifying under the shadows.

“It was Zhuge Liang.”

Somehow, Jinmubyeok had a gut feeling that he had done something wrong.