Chapter 80 : Chapter 80

Chapter 80. Justice Will Prevail (1)

“Let's go quickly.”

Chwipung-gae urged me.

“Where to?”

At my question, Chwipung-gae glared at me as if he were frustrated.

“Of course, we have to go and strike the Yin Blood Divine Demon. Every moment is precious.”

Although I understood his heart that could not help but be in a hurry…….

“Do you know where the Yin Blood Divine Demon is?”

“Wouldn't you know?”

“I don't know either.”

The problem was precisely this.

I didn't know where the Yin Blood Divine Demon was right now.

At my answer, Chwipung-gae's expression froze and hardened.

“You don't know?”

“I don't know. For now.”

As I've said many times, Chwipung-gae was my benefactor. He had bestowed many favors upon me.

But the above fact did not mean that Chwipung-gae was just a good person.

The reason was that Chwipung-gae was originally a hot-tempered old beggar with an ill-tempered and stubborn nature.

I had made a mistake.

The fact that the person currently in conversation with Chwipung-gae was not Myeong-gae, but Dancheon Myeong.

Only after seeing Chwipung-gae's ever-changing expression.

‘Oops.’

I was able to realize my mistake.

“Did you deceive me?”

With flashing eyes, internal energy gathered in Chwipung-gae's palm.

“No, that's…….”

“No questions asked!”

It was an unusual amount of great strength.

It was probably the Beggar's Gang's ultimate technique, the Jade-Shattering Divine Palm, which had led Chwipung-gae to the position of an elder.

Since it was a powerful palm technique comparable to the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, which was only allowed to the gang leader and the successor, it should not be taken lightly.

“Chwipung-gae, please calm down.”

“Shut up, you rascal!”

Despite my words, the power gathering in Chwipung-gae's palm did not diminish.

It seemed as if the anger directed at the Yin Blood Divine Demon was now directed at me.

“Hoo-”

I decided to understand him.

Perhaps the man, who had endured the life of a beggar for twenty years for revenge, had lost his patience with his destination just ahead.

Originally, when you had held it in for a long time and found a latrine, wasn't the most dangerous moment right before you lowered your pants?

Chwipung-gae had now, lost control of his sphincter before completely lowering his pants. It was because his heart was in a hurry.

Since it could be called a mistake, it was not something to be blamed.

But I couldn't just let Chwipung-gae make a mistake.

“Old beggar, lower that hand.”

The reason was that Senior Brother Chun-baek was by my side, immediately reaching for his sword hilt in response to Chwipung-gae's menacing aura.

“Excuse me.”

Therefore, I dispersed the power that Chwipung-gae was gathering in his palm.

“……!”

At the same time, astonishment appeared on Chwipung-gae's face.

Since I had surprised Chwipung-gae with my martial arts, it was a case to be described as the student surpassing the master. Although I was a body that had refused to learn his martial arts until the end, anyway, that was how it was.

Chwipung-gae had not built his own faction within the Beggar's Gang.

It meant that he was a skilled person who had risen to the position of a seven-knot elder with only his pure skill, without the politics that naturally followed when people formed groups.

To put it differently, it meant that Chwipung-gae was a martial artist who had blossomed his spirit and reached the State of Harmony. A master of the State of Harmony, of whom there were less than ten among the one hundred thousand members of the Beggar's Gang.

Because he had reached the State of Harmony, Chwipung-gae had no choice but to notice how sublime the technique I had just performed as if breathing was.

The reason was that one could only see as much as one knew.

“Amazing.”

Chwipung-gae said with admiration.

And yet.

I didn't know his true intention, whether he was amazed by my achievement, which was higher than what was known to the public, or just amazed by my technique.

The reason was that Chwipung-gae had returned to the appearance of a veteran beggar at some point.

As if it had been a lie that I had read Chwipung-gae's mind until now, I couldn't read anything from Chwipung-gae's eyes.

To the extent that it was difficult to guess which of the two meanings that statement had.

“Yes. A person of your caliber would not be lacking to help my revenge.”

Chwipung-gae, who had said so, grinned.

His complexion was calm as if his anger from a moment ago had been an act.

‘Ah…….’

A realization came to me.

“Was it an act?”

“Wouldn't I have to test you too?”

Chwipung-gae answered with a shrug.

The giggling Chwipung-gae looked like the old beggar from any other day.

“You've been had. And so have I.”

Senior Brother Chun-baek's words, as he laughed in vain, were right.

“I think so.”

To discuss the student surpassing the master, it seemed I had not yet surpassed Chwipung-gae.

And yet, I was quite pleased with that feeling.

Before I could even sort out such feelings.

“How long will it take?”

Chwipung-gae asked.

I knew what his question was asking.

He had understood my words correctly from the beginning.

The fact that although I didn't know the Yin Blood Divine Demon's location now, I would soon find out.

“It won't take long.”

I answered so with confidence.

The time when Myeong-gae heard the news of the Divine Demon's appearance and Chwipung-gae left his post was around the start of winter at the age of twenty-two.

And today was the start of winter that Dancheon Myeong was greeting for the twenty-second time.

The cold winter of my past life would melt away along with Chwipung-gae's grudge.

“It's boring to wait, would you like a drink?”

“Good. I'll buy.”

Chwipung-gae led us with confident steps.

Sadness and anger still remained in his back.

***

Chwipung-gae was a person who was allowed to tie six knots around his waist.

In the Beggar's Gang's system, a six-knot beggar was called a Law Beggar, so he was indeed a Law Beggar.

Although he had the ability and qualification to become a seven-knot elder, he had insisted on six knots himself, so in any case, he was a Law Beggar.

A point to note was that in the Beggar's Gang, which encompassed one hundred thousand members, even a six-knot Law Beggar was a very high position.

Among the one hundred thousand members belonging to the Beggar's Gang, the number of those who were allowed seven knots and became elders was less than twenty.

The number of six-knot Law Beggars was usually three times that of the seven-knot elders, so it meant that less than sixty people could tie six knots around their waists.

Since it was a number less than one hundred out of one hundred thousand members, if you calculated it, it meant that you could reach six knots with a probability of less than one in a thousand.

Usually, the number of martial artists who reached the Peak Realm was said to be one in ten thousand, so one in a thousand might seem like a small number.

But this was a wrong thought.

The reason was that in the first place, the Jianghu Murim was a world where you could walk with your shoulders squared even if you just reached the First-Rate Realm, which was said to be reached by one in a hundred.

Anyway…….

Chwipung-gae was in a rather high position in the Beggar's Gang.

This meant that whether he liked it or not, a lot of information from Jianghu passed through Chwipung-gae's ears.

The reason was that the information of the Beggar's Gang was originally in a form where it went from the bottom to the top, and then it was shared by everyone again.

In other words, it meant that at the level of a six-knot beggar, you couldn't help but know the big news that encompassed Jianghu even if you didn't want to.

Slurp.

“Kyah-”

Chwipung-gae captured in his eyes the rising star who had recently gained the greatest fame in Jianghu.

The prodigy who had taken the first seat at the Dragon and Phoenix Assembly, Myeong, the second son of the Dancheon Clan.

He was a new master who had overcome his status as an illegitimate son and obtained the alias of Severing Dragon with his own strength.

His age at that time was only eighteen.

It was amazing enough that he had entered the Peak Realm before the age of twenty, but he had taken the first seat among the flying and crawling dragons and phoenixes.

It was along with the news that he had cut the Hundred-Refined Steel without using Sword Qi, and had destroyed Manbakja's Internal Energy Measuring Orb.

If dozens of members had not testified as if they were witnessing it, it was the kind of information that would have been treated as a gossip's rumor and dismissed even in the Beggar's Gang.

Although that fact alone was enough to make him a person to be engraved in one's mind, Dancheon Myeong's actions did not stop there.

He had single-handedly, along with the wanderer Lee Chun-baek, annihilated the small-to-medium sect of Shanxi, the Heuksu Mun.

And yet, it turned out that the entire sect was a group of demonic spies.

Since the Shanxi branch chief Peng Ga-heon and the Beggar's Gang member of Shanxi, Jao-gae, had testified, it was certain.

At that time, Dancheon Myeong's age was nineteen, and his estimated realm was Transcendent Peak.

The Severing Dragon had become the Divine Dragon of Dancheon.

This was the information known to the public, and Chwipung-gae, who was a high-ranking member of the Beggar's Gang, knew more facts.

There was information that the Divine Dragon of Dancheon had rescued the delegation of the Ice Palace that had secretly entered the Central Plains.

According to one theory, it was along with the unbelievable story that the Divine Dragon of Dancheon had stood against the Overwhelming Force Martial Emperor.

Although the truth of the story about the Overwhelming Force Martial Emperor was uncertain, the connection with the Ice Palace was confirmed to be true.

It was along with the information that the Divine Dragon of Dancheon was estimated to be in the State of Harmony. He was pioneering a new realm every time news of him was heard.

There was also a memory of receiving information that he was favored by the Alliance Leader, the Emperor Breaker Yeom Gi-ha, and the Chief Strategist Singija.

According to one theory, it was along with the rumor that the Alliance Leader Yeom Gi-ha had said he would make Dancheon Myeong his successor.

Since it was not a matter that was openly talked about, even the Beggar's Gang could not know how much of it was true.

Recently, there was also information that a group of demonic spies had attacked the Dancheon Sword Clan, but because it was so quiet and the people involved were tight-lipped, the truth had not yet been confirmed.

Unlike the rumor that the Demonic Cult had attacked, the Dancheon Sword Clan was as usual, so additional confirmation procedures would be needed.

In fact, the protagonist of the news, which was hard to tell whether it was a gossip's rumor or information with secured objectivity and consistency, was Myeong, the second son of the Dancheon Clan.

What was certain was that even if you just sorted out the confirmed truths among those rumors, it was a fact that Myeong, the second son of the Dancheon Clan, was a person who was not unworthy of the title of the number one rising star of Jianghu at present.

Actually, all of that was unnecessary.

That sublime single move that had nullified Chwipung-gae's Jade-Shattering Divine Palm.

With that, the proof was over.

Chwipung-gae judged that Myeong, the second son of the Dancheon Clan, was not just a master of the State of Harmony.

-It’s good to see you, Chwipung-gae.

Such a person had suddenly come to the Beggar's Gang headquarters and recognized him.

He even said that the reason he had come to the headquarters was because he had business with him.

Even looking back on his memories, a person with whom he had no connection at all had said so, so it was inevitable that Chwipung-gae's interest would be piqued.

And yet, Dancheon Myeong also knew his secret.

The Yin Blood Divine Demon.

He had said the name of his enemy, who he wouldn't feel satisfied even if he chewed on his bones.

He even said he would catch him.

He said he would catch the fellow whom he had identified thanks to the power of the Beggar's Gang, but whom he could never find despite twenty years of effort because he was holed up in the depths of the Tianshan Mountains.

Even looking back, he couldn't understand.

He couldn't understand how he knew that information, nor why he wanted to help him.

It would be right to say it was a strange course of action where cause and effect had been deleted.

It was also another word for an untrustworthy person.

But Chwipung-gae decided not to be curious. He just decided to believe in Dancheon Myeong.

The reason was that the grudge of a father who had buried his wife and child in his heart was greater than the instinct of an information dealer, greater than the consistency of information.

Chwipung-gae's true feeling was that if Dancheon Myeong could resolve his grudge, he wouldn't regret giving him everything.

It would be right to say that today was a special day.

Today, when he had formed a connection with Dancheon Myeong, was a truly surprising day in Chwipung-gae's withering life.

For a while now, there would be no more surprises.

It certainly should have been so.

Slurp.

“Kyah-”

That Dancheon Myeong was gulping down sour, low-quality rice wine in his own shack.

“It's been a while, so this is not bad either.”

He had found the rice wine that Chwipung-gae had hidden in a corner of his shack with a demeanor no less than a beggar's, and was now emptying it.

Rather than being angry, it was strange to see a young master of a prestigious family skillfully enjoying the low-quality rice wine that only beggars would drink.

“Ugh.”

The wanderer Lee Chun-baek, who had followed Dancheon Myeong.

He put his lips to the low-quality rice wine and then, unable to bear it, put it down.

“Hmm.”

He didn't feel insulted.

In fact, Lee Chun-baek's reaction could be said to be closer to normal.

“Aish, Senior Brother Chun-baek. Come on, drink up. Isn't that the courtesy of a guest?”

“Ah, alright.”

As Dancheon Myeong insisted, Lee Chun-baek took a sip of the rice wine.

“Ugh.”

Lee Chun-baek's expression explained the taste of the sour rice wine.

Slurp.

Chwipung-gae also drank the rice wine.

It was delicious.

It was delicious, but.

Chwipung-gae, who valued an objective perspective, knew.

This was a taste that he could enjoy because he was a beggar, and a skilled one at that.

Chwipung-gae observed his opponent again.

Dancheon Myeong was sprawled out in Chwipung-gae's beggar shack as if it were his own living room.

His appearance, which had become one with the shack, was quite natural. It meant that a beggar's power, roughly at the level of a branch master, could be seen.

If you put some charcoal soot on that handsome face, let his hair down, and dressed him in rags, even Chwipung-gae would not have the confidence to distinguish whether that fellow was a young master of a prestigious family or a beggar.

“Oh, the side dishes are abundant, so it seems your begging was successful today. As expected of Chwipung-gae.”

As he said so, Dancheon Myeong took a handful of food from the alms bowl and threw it into his mouth.

‘A fellow like a beggar.’

It wasn't a curse, but a clear statement of fact. That appearance was undoubtedly that of a beggar.

“…….”

The behavior of Lee Chun-baek, who couldn't bring himself to reach for the food in the alms bowl, trying to imitate Dancheon Myeong, proved that fact.

‘What on earth is that fellow?’

Chwipung-gae couldn't analyze the person he was seeing.

It was the first time in his more than twenty years of skilled beggar life.

And yet, that appearance was so heartwarming that it was extremely pleasant.

Even Chwipung-gae didn't know the reason.

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