Chapter 4

Ch. 4

King of Fist, smash them to pieces.

When about twenty days had passed since Dan Wooseong devoted himself to recovery......

The walks had gradually turned into running.

His posture was being corrected properly, and the speed at which his inner qi accumulated was also increasing. This was proof that his body was changing correctly. The sources of illness that had been difficult to identify were gradually being suppressed after meeting the rebel army called inner qi.

Conquering the world through martial power (武力平天下).

This suited Dan Wooseong's temperament as well.

Even when he felt his physical condition had returned to normal, Dan Wooseong did not overexert himself.

Martial arts must be learned steadily and for a long time.

The higher the level, the more important it is not to be impatient.

No matter how frantically one trains for a day, it only harms the body. Moreover, since Dan Wooseong's body was exhausted from illness, it was right to recover slowly.

In that sense, running was remarkable progress.

It meant his body had become sturdy enough to support vigorous movement.

Dan Wooseong changed his diet again.

He supplied nutrients, then immediately combined training to break down the nutrients.

His digestive power was gradually improving, and his complexion was better than when Lee Jin-eon had been at his healthiest.

The kitchen prepared everything without complaint while finding the Great Young Master's meticulous requests strange.

When Dan Wooseong returned after running until he felt hungry and had his meal, he ate so deliciously that the dispute group could not take their eyes off his eating.

On this day, as evening was ending, the gray-haired physician visited Dan Wooseong after a long while.

"Young Master, this is Gongson Myeong. May I enter?"

Dan Wooseong, who was rinsing his mouth while drinking dried persimmon water fruit drink, replied.

"Come in."

Unlike the dispute group, Gongson Myeong walked while examining Dan Wooseong with his head held high.

"Young Master, you recover so quickly day by day that it is truly fortunate."

At those shameless words, Dan Wooseong smiled and replied.

"Thank you. Sit down."

"Yes."

He had been thinking of meeting the physician once anyway, and the physician had come to find him first.

He had not eaten soup and had refused moxibustion and acupuncture, so there would have been nothing for him to do in the meantime.

Dan Wooseong now looked at the physician properly.

He examined his eyes, expression, movements, and even his body's balance. It seemed he had learned enough martial arts to thoroughly look down on the previous Great Young Master. When Dan Wooseong stared at him intently, Gongson Myeong swallowed once and then asked.

"......Young Master, may I take your pulse after such a long time?"

Dan Wooseong replied in a cold tone.

"It's not necessary."

"Um......"

Regardless of skill level, Dan Wooseong thought physicians without conscience were also quacks, so there was no need to entrust his pulse to him.

Gongson Myeong said with a flustered expression.

"In any case, your complexion has changed beyond recognition. I'm sorry. The efforts I made during this time were truly futile."

Dan Wooseong spoke words different from his thoughts.

"I was the one who ruined my body, so don't worry about it."

"Oh no, that's not true."

"It's a fact."

The body was first ruined by Lee Jin-eon, and the physician made it worse. Dan Wooseong continued speaking.

"Of course, the Dragon Phoenix Soup you made acted as poison to my body. It helped with vitality, so I almost died from overexertion. You're also a physician, so you know well. Medicine that doesn't suit the situation is no different from poison......"

At the subtly sarcastic tone, Gongson Myeong could not make any reply.

'Um......'

He had only come to check once at this point, but the atmosphere became as if he was being interrogated, causing uncomfortable throat clearing to keep flowing out.

Dan Wooseong asked what he had been curious about.

"From whom do you receive your compensation?"

"The compensation is naturally from the financial department of the main family......"

Dan Wooseong shook his head.

"Ah, not that compensation. I'm asking if there's no one else who takes care of you separately."

Gongson Myeong's face gradually turned red.

"What reason would I have to receive separate compensation?"

Dan Wooseong smiled and said.

"If I die, wouldn't you receive a generous reward?"

"Pardon?"

"Why are you surprised? It would be better if I died like a natural death. Even if an investigator comes and examines the entire Ahn Family like catching mice, no poison would be found. Ah, maybe a little hallucinogenic herb would be caught. Well, that's not poison."

Gongson Myeong bowed his head and said.

"Young Master, please refrain from such words. How could that be?"

Though he thought things had gone wrong, Gongson Myeong was just bitter.

Even if this sick person laid hands on him, it wouldn't hurt, and even if investigated, there was no evidence anywhere that he had worsened the Great Young Master's health.

It was merely the speculation of the immature, troublesome Great Young Master.

Dan Wooseong could clearly see Gongson Myeong's mind working, so he burst into laughter. Then in the awkward atmosphere, Gongson Myeong also laughed along.

"Hahahaha......"

Gongson Myeong also spoke in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"Anyway, since the Great Young Master has recovered like this, the sect leader will be very pleased."

"I suppose so. A father's heart would be joyful when his child rises from a sickbed."

Without making any reply to these words, Gongson Myeong closed his mouth. The conversation with the Great Young Master was completely different from before, so he kept feeling uneasy and couldn't manage his expression.

Gongson Myeong said.

"If you don't find pulse-taking pleasant, I'll take my leave now. Please rest comfortably."

"Physician Gongson."

"Yes."

"You come without being asked to come, and you want to leave without being told to leave. Don't do that in the future. Come when called, and go when told to go. Since you have nothing to do but receive a lot of money from the main family, you should at least do that much."

Gongson Myeong looked at Dan Wooseong with surprised eyes. He wondered if this was the Lee Jin-eon he knew. It was even more absurd that he was picking a fight with him.

Dan Wooseong's words continued.

"Isn't that right?"

"Ah, yes. I'll do so."

When Gongson Myeong stood up awkwardly with his thoughts half-paralyzed, Dan Wooseong said.

"I never told you to leave."

Gongson Myeong sat back down with a bright red face.

"Yes, please speak."

Dan Wooseong was deliberately provoking Gongson Myeong. Dan Wooseong pointed to the desk and said.

"I need to send a letter, so please bring the writing materials on the desk."

"Yes."

This was work he would have ordered the dispute group to do.

Gongson Myeong got up and returned with a brush, ink, and blank paper that had been on the desk.

Dan Wooseong said.

"It's a letter to send to the main family. I'll dictate it, so you write it."

Gongson Myeong replied while holding the brush.

"Yes, please speak. I'll write it."

Dan Wooseong spoke as if talking about someone else.

"The Great Young Master Lee Jin-eon's illness is deep, so it seems he'll have to continue staying at the Ahn Family for the time being."

Gongson Myeong wrote down what Dan Wooseong said. Dan Wooseong's words continued.

"His lifeline is truly tenacious. Please let us know the next method of what to do."

Gongson Myeong's brush tip stopped and then trembled.

It was content he absolutely could not write down. It looked like a letter being sent to a conspirator.

Dan Wooseong lowered his head slightly and examined Gongson Myeong's expression while saying.

"Why? You're not finishing writing."

"The content is somewhat...... likely to cause misunderstanding."

When Gongson Myeong looked at him with a completely hardened expression, Dan Wooseong said.

"Listen, old man......"

"What."

Having heard the cross-the-line abusive language, Gongson Myeong put down his brush and looked at Dan Wooseong. No, it was now a gaze that should be called glaring.

It didn't feel like a merchant group's Great Young Master and physician facing each other, but rather like a young man and an old man glaring at each other as if they would kill each other.

Gongson Myeong replied in a stiff tone.

"Please speak."

Dan Wooseong brought out words mixed with truth.

"I am not the Lee Jin-eon of the past."

"Is that so?"

"I'm not the guy who drank the Dragon Phoenix Soup you gave and behaved lewdly with the dispute group. You could say I'm a prodigal who briefly dipped his foot into the underworld and returned to this world."

"Huhuhu. I have no idea what you're saying. And Dragon Phoenix Soup is not poison."

"Depending on the time, it is poison. There's no way a guy calling himself a physician wouldn't know that......"

"I see now that the Young Master must have had much resentment toward me. I am not a member of the Galaxy Merchant Group. I'll let today's abusive language pass."

Dan Wooseong pointed to the letter with his finger.

"Shut up. Just finish writing that letter. And at the bottom of the letter, make sure to write the name of the guy who instigated you to do this. I'll keep it as evidence. If you don't want to write it, you can die right here."

At Dan Wooseong's blatant threat, Gongson Myeong let out a long sigh.

"Hoooooo......"

However, when the sigh ended, as if throwing off a mask, Gongson Myeong smiled and nodded several times. Lee Jin-eon truly looked pathetic.

'That trash, lying in a sickbed for so long has made him lose his mind. I was trying to send him off with maximum consideration......'

It was the worst move, but anyway, Lee Jin-eon just needed to return to the main family as a corpse. He could kill all the dispute group too to silence them. The life and death of the dispute group was not Gongson Myeong's concern anyway. Still, Gongson Myeong couldn't understand why this frail sick person was acting up like this. Gongson Myeong knew better than anyone that Lee Jin-eon had never properly learned martial arts. If he were at least good at fighting it would be understandable, but as far as Gongson Myeong knew, he was someone who got beaten up.

Gongson Myeong scratched his head and looked behind him.

"Hehe, well then......"

It was an instinctive movement to check if the dispute group was outside.

Understanding the meaning of this gesture, Dan Wooseong spoke as if clicking his tongue.

"A guy calling himself a physician......"

Gongson Myeong turned his head back, thinking he should strangle Lee Jin-eon to death so the corpse would at least remain intact.

"Listen, Great Young Master......"

The moment Gongson Myeong turned around, Dan Wooseong was already in position to split firewood with his palm blade. Then Dan Wooseong's right hand fell like lightning toward Gongson Myeong's head.

Thwack!

Dan Wooseong's words followed.

"Plotting to kill people."

Gongson Myeong, whose skull was shattered, slowly collapsed to the side, then convulsed several times before his breath was completely cut off.

Dan Wooseong looked at Gongson Myeong's corpse, then looked at his own hand.

This pitiful body was showing a numb reaction just from hitting an old man's head. Even though he had deliberately used his palm blade because he hadn't trained in fist techniques, it was still like that.

Dan Wooseong looked at the breathless Gongson Myeong with cold eyes.

'Looking to see if there were witnesses before launching a surprise attack......'

To the King of Fist, it was an extremely laughable behavior.

He didn't care much about who had instigated it. Anyway, once he recovered his martial power, it wouldn't matter even if the entire Galaxy Merchant Group was behind it. He planned to find out after returning.

Dan Wooseong, who was about to call the dispute group, briefly frowned and grabbed his forehead. A peculiar headache he had never felt in his lifetime was coming over him.

"Hmm......"

It was a strange phenomenon.

In fact, this Gongson Myeong was the direct culprit who had caused Lee Jin-eon's death. When Gongson Myeong died, as if Lee Jin-eon's memory storehouse opened with that as a trigger, past events flashed by quickly like a revolving lantern. Of course, these were Lee Jin-eon's memories.

Was it the price of revenge?

The memories of Lee Jin-eon, who had been the original owner of the body, were not clear as if buried in fog.

But now Dan Wooseong could observe Lee Jin-eon's memories as if contemplating them. Since it was not a common occurrence, the headache was perhaps natural.

The faces of people he had seen in portraits were also being clearly imprinted along with their names. It felt as if Lee Jin-eon was finally giving up his memories and also acknowledging Dan Wooseong's reincarnation.

Tears that were not Dan Wooseong's but Lee Jin-eon's flowed down from only one eye and fell to the floor.

Drop—

Dan Wooseong spoke to Lee Jin-eon's heart as if knocking on it.

'Jin-eon, show me. How your heart was, what your mind was, what your pain was...... reveal it all to me. Now I will remember.'

Then as Lee Jin-eon's memories poured out like a waterfall, Dan Wooseong quietly closed his eyes.

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