Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 39



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 39

Assassination (1)

When the noisy break had passed and everyone had left, the Master came to Pungamjeon.

“I saw last night that your Ilmok four-pointed swordsmanship achievements seem to be increasing rapidly.”

“It’s all thanks to you, Master.”

An answer came out mixed with conflicting emotions.

Of course, on the outside I pretended to be polite and grateful.

‘Fucking magic.’

My obsessive compulsive disorder was getting worse and I was in a very distressed situation in many ways.

“Are you devoted to the sword today too?”

“That is….”

After pondering the teacher’s question for a moment, I answered somewhat honestly.

“I think the level has suddenly increased, and the side effects have also suddenly become more severe, so I am currently refraining from using it for a while.”

He said that he only spoke without swearing.

“Hoo.”

But why is that?

I thought he would be disappointed, but for some reason, the Master stroked his beard and his eyes sparkled.

“I was going to tell you that story myself, but I really admire you for being careful on your own.”

“???”

“Unlike the martial arts learned by non-believers, magic boasts of quick achievements. It is a level that dares not be compared. Do you know how long it takes for non-believers to become top-level masters who can freely handle swordsmanship and fists by tapping the Imdokyang vein?”

Let’s move on to a random story. I thought about it for a moment and then answered.

“… I don’t know.”

“It may vary greatly depending on the level of talent or the elixir obtained through chance, but those with some talent can usually reach the peak of their abilities in their middle age. Even in the vast Central Plains, only a very small number of so-called ‘geniuses’ who have taken elixirs can reach the peak of their abilities in their twenties. What do you think about magic?”

“Hmm… If it takes that long for Jeongjong to master martial arts, wouldn’t it take about ten years for demonic arts?”

“Hahaha. You got it right to some extent. Depending on your talent, it usually takes between five and ten years to reach the pinnacle that the non-believers talk about.”

“Oh, is it five years ago?”

“Hehehe. This is just an average period. In the case of your older brother, Jinhak, it was only three years. By the time he entered the Magic Academy, he was already able to freely handle the sword.”

The teacher, who had said that with a tone full of pride, suddenly stopped laughing and turned back to a serious expression.

“One, there is one big problem with this kind of magic. Can’t you sense what it is?”

“Isn’t this a side effect that makes you go crazy?”

“That’s right. That’s why it’s very dangerous to become obsessed with gaining power itself. It means that it’s important to achieve quickly, but stop for a while when you feel like the side effects are too much to handle. That is, until you have some control over your mind.”

After hearing the explanation, I got a rough idea of ​​how the Demonic Cult’s warriors learn magic.

While quickly gaining achievements by taking advantage of the strengths of magic, he stops when his insanity starts to go beyond the limit.

And after watching, if you think, ‘I think I can handle it,’ then devote yourself even more to training and raise your level.

I kept stopping again when my mental illness got worse.

It seemed like he was completely giving up on it at the point where he thought, ‘Ah! This really can’t be done anymore.’

In other words, the unmanned and unmanned Bunta that I saw when I went on a business trip were people who had stopped at a certain level. That was why, even though they had mastered the fast-growing magic and were middle-aged, their level was lower than that of the much younger Jin Ha-yeon.

Through such tightrope walking, you develop your skills, and when you fail the tightrope walking, you become possessed by a demon or go wild.

And in case of a runaway, the nearby miners would step in and subdue it, just like the last time the ambassador ran wild.

As I thought about it that far, that thought naturally came to mind.

I think that magic is a martial art for those who lack talent but have strong willpower.

A fraudulent growth rate that allows you to reach the peak with ten years of training, even if you have no talent for martial arts.

Anyone can become a master if they put in the effort. What other martial arts are more suitable for those who have a strong will despite lacking talent?

On the contrary, it was a martial art that could lead to a terrible disaster if learned by those who had overflowing talent but meager mental strength.

From that perspective.

‘Damn. That means we’re the worst match for each other.’

A body that boasts an absurd talent for martial arts to the point that even the master would be jealous.

Even because the master washed his face, his body became perfectly suited to learning martial arts.

If you add in the fast-growing magic to that, your level may increase as you train.

The problem was my mental strength.

‘Am I mentally strong?’

Me, who has set work-life balance as my life goal, working moderately and playing moderately?

While I was constantly thinking about the word ‘ruined’ in my head, my teacher’s voice pierced my ears.

“That doesn’t mean you need to be so afraid of side effects. If you pass the extreme and enter the de-magic stage, all your problems will be solved. Also, if you avoid training because of fear, then there’s no point in learning the magic that allows quick achievements, right?”

Isn’t this the magic I learned because I wanted to learn it?

The words were caught in my throat, but I held them back with the last of my patience.

“…All right.”

I felt like a sigh was going to escape me without me knowing it. I had to start training again from now on.

If the realm gets higher here, how many side effects will there be?

While I was thinking about that, for some reason, instead of going straight into training, the Master brought up another story.

“And today, I have one more thing to tell you.”

“I will wash my ears and listen carefully.”

“The day this old man first met you. I found those who ordered the pursuit of this old man and those who ordered the assassination of the innkeeper.”

“!!!”

While I was looking surprised, the teacher listed the masterminds of the incident one by one.

“First, the one who found this old man’s tail and reported it to the Martial Arts Alliance was the Eight Elders of the Open Alliance, Bulchui-gae (不醉丐). Second, the one who ordered the pursuit of this old man, dispatched the Alliance’s warriors, and requested support from the surrounding sects was the Martial Arts Alliance’s General-in-Chief, Gongsun-hyeon (公孫賢). Lastly, the one who ordered the killing of the innkeeper on the spot and the poisoning of the old man’s tea and food was the Martial Arts Alliance’s Biryong-gakju Jeong-yeong (正影).”

Even if you just look at their positions, they were all big shots. The only position that seemed easy was the last one, Biryonggakju.

But what was even more surprising was the information power of the Demonic Cult.

“You found everything in such detail. The information power of the Shinkyo is truly amazing, Master.”

“Hehehe. Our new religion’s information power is also information power, but in fact, this is a fact that we learned thanks to the Murim Alliance.”

“???”

“Didn’t I say that day? The Murim Alliance would blame this whole thing on Nobu. The Murim Alliance actually did that. They caught this Nobu’s tail in Gaeboong, and the military commander ordered them to catch him.”

“… … .”

I almost asked if they were crazy without realizing it.

Why don’t they say that with their own mouths?

But after hearing the teacher’s explanation, I think I have a rough idea why they did that.

“The bastards spread a rumor that this old man was trapped in a siege and almost died, but he took the inn owner and Jeomsoi, who were ordinary citizens, as hostages at a nearby inn and threatened them to escape. They spread a rumor that while they were trying to save the hostages, they had no choice but to let this old man go, and unfortunately, the inn owner and Jeomsoi, who were taken as hostages, were brutally torn to pieces by the old man who escaped the siege.”

It was said that such a rumor was spread in an attempt to blame the Master for the incident at the inn.

“So, the Shingyo searched for the ringleaders based on the rumors they spread. Who caught this old man’s tail in Gaeboong? And who was the person in charge of the scene sent by the Murim Alliance that day? Based on the rumors they spread, it wasn’t that difficult for our Shingyo to track them down and find out that Bulchui-gae and Biryong-gak-ju were the ringleaders.”

After finishing the explanation, the teacher asked me with a serious expression.

“Honey, now it’s your decision. Will you take revenge with your own hands, or will you leave it to this old man?”

“… … .”

I was lost in thought for a moment.

Honestly, I just wanted to leave all three to the teacher.

but.

‘I feel uneasy for some reason.’

What should I say? I was suspicious of the reason why he asked me. For some reason, it felt like he was testing me.

It may be a side effect of the Talhonmujeonggeom, and it may be just a number of cases that came to mind while considering all possible scenarios, but I couldn’t help feeling uneasy.

In addition to that.

‘No matter what, I have to take revenge on Taehyun with my own hands.’

It was the benefactor who took care of me when I suddenly woke up in the body of a fourteen-year-old orphan. I couldn’t repay the favor, so I thought I should at least get revenge.

“I will take my revenge with my own hands.”

“Huh? Are you saying you’re going to handle all three of them with your own hands?”

I shook my head at the teacher’s question.

“It refers to the Biryonggakju who was directly involved in Uncle Taehyun’s death. Bulchuigae and General Gunsa may have had some influence as well, but in my opinion, the only person directly involved in Uncle Taehyun’s death was Jeongyeong, the Biryonggakju.”

There was a direct impact, but honestly, there was also a question of realism.

How can you kill the commander-in-chief of the Murim Alliance?

I thought that it would be impossible unless there was an all-out war between the Demonic Cult and the Murim Alliance, and the Murim Alliance was completely wiped out.

However, if he had answered that it was difficult to kill the general and that he would give up, he would have angered the Master, so he added a little insult to injury and said, ‘I will only take revenge on those who directly participated in the murder.’

“Hmm. I will only take revenge on those directly involved in the murder. That is a wise decision.”

The teacher nodded, stroking his beard, as if he was satisfied with my answer.

“If you do, I will leave the matter of Biryonggakju to you. However, your skills are still incomparable to Biryonggakju. It is said that a gentleman’s revenge lasts only ten years, so you should devote yourself to martial arts for the sake of revenge.”

“I will make sure to do so.”

I answered the teacher while taking the lottery ticket, but on the other hand, I also had that thought.

‘Why, it seems like I have more work to do.’

I was planning to stop for a while after entering the Magic Hall, but now I have another goal called Biryonggakju.

‘Seriously, this is the last time.’

If I just kill Biryonggakju and take revenge on Uncle Taehyun.

From then on, I’ll just have fun and eat.

* * *

That night.

Cheonma, who was working in Cheonma Hall, put down the letter he was reading and turned his head towards the moon floating beyond the window.

It was the east where the Murim Alliance was located.

‘Hmm. I will personally take revenge on the Biryonggakju.’

He was recalling the oath of his bold youngest disciple.

Certainly, the youngest disciple’s talent was outstanding.

Even though I spent a lot of time chatting today, I was able to achieve something again with just a little less than an hour of practice.

‘Perhaps it was because of his sadness towards the innkeeper, but his expression was not bright even though his achievements were high.’

It was Cheonma’s mistake, not knowing the inside story of Ilmok.

Whatever Ilmok’s true intentions, there was another reason why Cheonma remembered Ilmok’s promise.

‘I wonder if this old man will succeed in his revenge while he is still alive.’

Cheonma himself knew it. Although he couldn’t express it in exact numbers, he knew that he had less than ten years left to live.

And, Biryonggakju Jeongyeong was a master who was superior to his third disciple Seo Wanpyeong, although he could not compare to his first disciple Wi Jinhak.

In other words, in order for Ichimoku to kill him, he would have to overcome ‘at least’ the extreme demon wall and advance a few levels.

Even in the time it took for Ilmok to reach the highest level, if the bastard’s skills had developed further, Ilmok would have had to raise his level even higher.

But there was an even bigger problem.

Biryonggakju Jeongyeong was the right-hand man of Gongsun Xuan, the commander-in-chief of the Murim Alliance.

If you look at the ranking within the Murim Alliance, he ranks between fourth and fifth.

Not only was his realm high, but he never went out alone in the first place, and except when he had a very important mission, he was always stuck in the Murim Alliance.

In fact, out of the three, the one who was relatively easy to assassinate was the eight-legged elder of the Open Arms, Bulchui-gae.

Anyway, in order for Ilmok to kill the bastard, one of two conditions had to be met.

Whether or not there is an escort, you need to be able to break through and kill the Biryonggakju. In other words, you need to master the Talhonmujeonggeom at least to the level of Talma.

After escaping the extreme demon and advancing a few more levels, he had to set a trap that would fool even the Moorim Alliance’s military commanders and lure in and kill the Biryonggakju.

Knowing all these facts, Cheonma had no intention of leaving revenge to Ilmok.

All he did was to inform Ilmok, the person involved, of the identities of the masterminds and ask for his thoughts as a minimum courtesy.

In other words, it was nothing more than a guess made by Ilmok who was obsessively and excessively looking into Cheonma’s inner thoughts.

But Cheonma, unaware of such circumstances, suddenly looked at the moon and smiled gently.

‘Hahaha. Right. What does it matter after this old man leaves? They say that a gentleman’s revenge lasts only ten years.’

Cheonma was simply amazed at his youngest disciple who had vowed to kill such a great man himself.