Episode 268: I don’t think anyone knows.
Even when told to fight, Seo-cheong did not back down and stood there.
He was the type of person who lived by his pride and died by his pride. He didn’t want to kneel down with Seokpung and the other guys while they were watching.
Geommugeuk repeated what Seocheong had said when they first met.
“You have strong pride? Well, pride is life to a warrior.”
The moment he heard those words, Seo-cheong felt a surge of murderous intent. He imagined himself stabbing the swordsman in front of him with his sword and killing him. He imagined himself cutting down all the rushing demons. The thought of standing tall, covered in blood, while everyone was surprised and amazed was thrilling.
I don’t like the clear and deep eyes of the swordsman, which seem to transparently look into my own desires.
“How dare I cross swords with the leader of the Demonic Cult?”
No matter how hurt his pride was, he was not foolish enough to rush to the leader of the Demonic Cult.
“When someone begs like this, do you grant his request?”
At first, he didn’t know what he was talking about. But soon, Seo-cheong remembered. Not long ago, the guy who had ordered the destruction of the Bimu had made the same plea. He said he was no match for him. He asked for forgiveness just this once.
“Why on earth are you doing this to me?”
“Isn’t that why what my friend said earlier?”
“Everything he says is a lie!”
Then Seokpung, who was kneeling, shouted.
“I know where they buried the body.”
Seo-cheong ground her teeth as she watched him rushing towards her, offering to die with her.
“That little bastard!”
The two men glared at each other as if they were going to kill each other.
Seo Cheong’s gaze turned to Geommu Geuk again.
“They were all just unimportant people. They were low-level civilians, just passersby. I will compensate you for everything.”
The sword dance opened the prayer and released magic energy.
At that moment, Seo-cheong fell into the sea water of unknown depth.
Seo-cheong’s breath was suffocated by the pressure that suddenly gripped his entire body.
I tried to resist, but it was no use. The internal energy techniques I had learned since I was young, the sword techniques, the methods of controlling my mind, none of it was of any use.
A scream escaped his mouth. He felt as if he was going to be crushed to death or suffocated to death.
‘You little punk! Why the hell are you yelling at me! You must have killed all sorts of things too!’
Seocheong couldn’t hold it in anymore and shouted.
“Please stop!”
Then, as if it were a lie, the magic that had been weighing him down disappeared.
Seo-cheong opened his tightly shut eyes. He saw Geommu-geuk’s legs in front of him. He had unconsciously knelt down while enduring the magic.
He jumped up, his face flushed with shame.
To be honest, Seo-cheong couldn’t understand. No, he felt wronged. If it was someone else, it might be understandable, but if it was the leader of the Demonic Cult, shouldn’t he be more understanding? To him, it would be even more insignificant.
“I said I would compensate them. I would compensate them with money that their families would never be able to touch in their entire lives. Wouldn’t that make their deaths all the more valuable?”
The swordsman looked at him and smiled.
Since he didn’t know what kind of person Geommu-geuk was, Seo-cheong naturally misunderstood the laughter. He didn’t know that his fate had already been decided to death, or to a pain greater than death.
‘Yes, this is it. No matter how much of a demonic sect it is, it can’t touch our Cheonhwamun.’
There was something my father once said. Our Cheonhwamun was a proud sect desired by the Demonic Cult, the Sadomasochism, and even the Martial Arts Alliance.
“Please call my father.”
“Okay, I’ll call you.”
Seo-cheong was relieved by Geommu-geuk’s cheerful answer.
‘Okay, I’m fine. It’s nothing serious. Killing a few of those insignificant things won’t do anything to me. That guy Mine was a low-level warrior after all.’
Seo-cheong shook off his fear, thinking that it was really fortunate that no important person had been killed. As always, everything would be resolved as soon as his father arrived.
Next, Geommugeuk approached Seokpung.
Seokpung, who was kneeling, trembled in fear as Geommu-geuk approached. He was confused. Was this situation caused by the little cult leader, or was it because of the little cult leader that he was able to avoid the crisis where he almost died from Seocheong? He didn’t know what was going on.
“You just go and give your statement exactly as I said before.”
Then Seokpung’s gaze turned to Seocheong, who was standing in front of him.
The sword dance drove a wedge into Seokpung’s heart.
“Yes, Cheonhwamun might change his statement because he’s scared. Now, who should I be scared of from then on?”
The swordmaster slowly clenched his fist in front of his face.
The moment your fist clenches!
Boom!
A thunderclap was heard from the fist.
“Eww!”
Seokpung was terrified by the thunder that erupted before his eyes. It was real thunder. Thunder comes from a fist? If I get hit by that fist, my whole body will turn to dust.
“No, I will tell you honestly. There are more evil deeds he has committed.”
He thought that if he told all of Seocheong’s sins, he would be able to escape safely. He buried the body together, and beat up a young man who worked here, almost making him a cripple. He didn’t even think of such things as sins. Geommu-geuk didn’t bother to break that delusion.
“As expected. You seemed smart from the moment I first saw you.”
Seo Cheong, who was watching the scene, snorted.
‘Even so, I can’t touch it. If I could, I would have touched it already.’
The only place that can scare and provoke is a soybean field. The sound of thunder made him more confident.
As soon as Geommu-geuk sent the signal, the Honamjidan Mines came and subdued the internal energy of Seocheong, Seokpung, and the other guys there, and then took them out.
Seocheong shook off the hands of the warriors who were trying to grab her arms.
“I will walk on my own feet!”
Seo Cheong remained confident until the end.
Because he was so confident, the expressions of the guys who were being dragged along with him also relaxed a bit. They were so scared, but when they were dragged away without anyone getting hurt, they thought, ‘This is nothing serious, right?’ They didn’t know anything.
In the empty banquet hall, only the swordsman and the escorting warriors remained.
Jeokyeon said to Geommugeuk.
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“You solved it without lifting a finger.”
“I told you, this isn’t a big deal.”
“I thought you would destroy Seocheong with a sword.”
“My father will come to see me, so should I write?”
At this moment, Geommugeuk was thinking of his two fathers.
This incident will start with Hae-jin’s father who was assaulted here, and end with Seo-cheong’s father who assaulted him.
“Let’s see how this father turns out.”
* * *
Seo Baek-jung (徐伯仲), the head of Cheonhwamun, was in the middle of a meeting.
With his intense eyes and cold impression, he was a self-made man who raised Cheonhwamun, which was a small sect in Honam, to the top sect in Honam. He had been running his whole life only for success, and today he was working hard to make Cheonhwamun even stronger.
At that time, Liu Meng, a servant, came in hurriedly and reported through the telegraph.
―Confucius was captured and taken to the Honam branch of the Cheonmasingyo.
Seo Baek-jung was not moved at all by Yu Maeng’s report.
-Wait until the meeting is over.
Seo Baek-joong was calm even after hearing the news that his son had been taken away. He finished the meeting he was holding. It was hard to believe that he had received Yoo Maeng’s report, as his emotions did not change.
After the meeting was over and everyone who had been present had left, he finally asked.
“Did the young leader take it?”
“Yes, that’s what they say.”
Rumors spread throughout the Honam region that Yeo So-gwang had died and that the new leader of the Cheonmasingyo had come to Jidan.
“Did you take him away knowing he was my child?”
“Yes.”
At that moment, an unconcealable look of displeasure crossed Seo Baek-joong’s eyes.
“How did that happen?”
Yu-Meng reported cautiously.
“It seems that Confucius has committed murder.”
Seo Baek-joong wasn’t surprised at all. It was a reaction that was unclear whether he had known about it in advance or just didn’t care about it.
“Who did you kill?”
“There are several, but the problem is that it seems that the Honam branch of the Demonic Cult is also unmanned.”
“stolid!”
It wasn’t that I was stupid for killing him. It was anger at him for killing him and not being able to clean up the mess properly.
“It seems like it won’t be easy to cover up this incident since it has come to light in a place where everyone is present.”
“But why were you captured by the Demonic Cult?”
“There was a small group of religious leaders there.”
“Did our child invite you?”
“That hasn’t been confirmed. What has been confirmed is that there was a fight between Prince Seok and Prince Soyabang at the banquet, and in the process, Prince Seok leaked everything.”
Yu-maeng is always surprised by Seo Baek-joong’s composure. Even when his son was captured by the Demonic Cult, he did not react emotionally. He could have shown his anger and murderous intent toward Seok-pung, but he did not show it at all.
And what was even more surprising was that he remembered and took revenge on the things that seemed to be forgotten while buried in this calm. After this incident, Seokpung would never be safe.
“Get the carriage ready.”
* * *
“Meet the young leader.”
Seo Baek-jung greeted Geommu-geuk politely.
“Nice to meet you, Your Majesty.”
Seo Baek-joong was secretly surprised by Geommu-geuk’s appearance. First, he was surprised by the fact that he was so young, and he was also surprised by his appearance that would not be out of place no matter where he was shown.
“I didn’t know the young cult leader was this handsome.”
“Fortunately, I don’t take after my father, so I hear that a lot.”
When Cheonma was mentioned, Seo Baek-jung became inwardly nervous.
“The leader will be upset if he hears this.”
“Actually, if I were like my father, my life would be easier. Our lord wouldn’t be able to treat me this comfortably.”
“I guess I was rude when we first met.”
“No, don’t get me wrong. I like things comfortable.”
The sword dance laughed heartily.
Seo Baek-joong felt deep down that the leader of the small group was not a pushover. If he had said something like that before the conversation, the other person would have felt uncomfortable, and he would naturally take the initiative in the conversation and gain the upper hand.
‘That’s pretty good.’
However, no matter how young he is, you shouldn’t take the leader of the Demonic Cult lightly.
“I heard my child had an accident.”
“I should have met our lord on a better occasion.”
“It was my fault. I was busy with work and couldn’t properly educate my children.”
Seo Baek-joong stood up from his seat and politely accepted the offer.
It was an apology that I hoped would get up together and say that it was okay, that it was possible to do that when you are young, but Geommu-geuk was sitting there. He even said this.
“That’s right.”
Seo Baek-joong bowed his head respectfully again.
‘Look at this guy.’
Although I felt offended, his speech became more polite.
“As you know, our Cheonhwamun is the best sect in Honam. We have the largest number of disciples and the most skilled masters.”
After showing off his power like that, he apologized again.
“Because of that, I couldn’t take care of my family. Please understand and be lenient.”
“I wish I could do that, but my sins are too great, so it’s difficult.”
“There will be many things I can do for your school in the text. I will repay my sins for the rest of my life by doing those things.”
He said it indirectly, but he meant to give me money. Most of the serious problems I’ve had in my life so far have been solved with money and a sword, so this time I’m going to solve it with money too. I can’t deal with the leader of the Demonic Cult with a sword.
‘After all, isn’t that what you want? How much do you want? Two hundred thousand nyang? Three hundred thousand nyang?’
Then Geommugeuk said something unexpected.
“I know you’ve done that a lot with the female leader.”
Seo Baek-jung was startled when the dead Yeo So-gwang was mentioned.
‘This was it.’
Seo Baek-joong could now understand. In this world, who else would commit a sin but his own child? Even so, the reason he had held onto his son was to pressure him to reveal what he had done with Yeo So-gwang.
‘You’re telling me to spit out not a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand nyang, but millions of nyang!’
He didn’t know the intention of the sword dance. Even if he were told, it was something he wouldn’t understand. It started for the sake of the child who served drinks at the banquet hall, and the incident involving Yeo So-gwang was an example to establish discipline in the Cheonmasin Church. Even if he were told, he would suspect that there was another intention.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you are saying.”
“Whenever this situation arises, it is always… … .”
Geommugeuk added with a big smile.
“No one really knows.”
Their gazes met in the air.
Seo Baek-joong realized that this was not a problem that could be solved this way. The other party wanted something that he could not give.
“I’ve taken up too much of your time, you’re busy. I’ll take my leave for today.”
After Seo Baek-joong politely bowed, he left the room.
The place he left was filled with smoke.
Geommugeuk said to Jeokyeon.
“I should have beaten that bastard, Seocheong, up so much.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re going back without even seeing your son’s face?”
“Isn’t that because you’re angry?”
Geommugeuk got up from his seat and walked to the window.
“No. That’s because I didn’t come for my son.”
No matter how angry or hateful you are, if you have been captured by the Demonic Cult, you should at least check their face to see if they are hurt anywhere.
But right now, Seo Baek-joong is completely preoccupied with how to deal with me from now on. You guys aren’t even looking at each other. You’re really not looking at each other at all.
I saw Seo Baek-jung walking in the distance.
“If you had come as my father, my fight would have been more difficult.”
At that moment, Seo Baek-jung stopped walking and looked back.
Geommu-geuk waved from the window. Seo Baek-jung bowed his head politely and turned around.
“I should have met my son instead of this meaningless greeting.”
Whether it was yelling at him, beating him, or promising to save him, he should have met his son.
Well, if they were that kind of rich couple, this might not have happened in the first place.
* * *
Late one night, Seo Baek-joong was sitting alone by the river, fishing.
Footsteps could be heard beyond the thick fog.
Thud thud.
Someone approached with steady strides, as if they would walk like this no matter what happened in the world.
A man appeared through the fog.
I couldn’t see his face because his hat was pulled down too low, but he was a man who gave off a strange feeling.
Seo Baek-jung said, looking at the lake where the fishing rods were hanging.
“My son was taken away by the leader of the Demonic Cult.”
The words “demon cult” and “minor cult leader” came out. Even though the two words combined became the most dangerous words in the martial arts world, the man wearing the hat answered without hesitation.
“We will solve it.”
The man disappeared into the fog, making the same footsteps as when he arrived.
