Chapter 159
The Youngest Son of the Silver Sea Trading Company Chapter 159
Chapter 159. The Purpose of Bloodshed (3)
Gimjakdok.
At first, it starts with abdominal pain accompanied by diarrhea, but the pain becomes so severe that it feels like being burned by fire, and eventually leads to death.
Therefore, it is often used for poisoning.
“No way! How could this happen!”
“Ugh!”
Faced with this absurd situation, the Blood Cult members sat down in anger and despair.
They had rejoiced that their twenty years of patience had finally come to an end, but now it was all over so quickly.
“Damn it!”
Elder Jin-gu was also perplexed.
Elder Jin-gu nodded as if he understood the situation.
“It seems that they provided him with a potion to restore his body, but it was poison instead.”
“...”
“He probably didn't realize it was poison and used his qi to control his breathing, which caused the poison to spread throughout his body in an instant.”
Normally, even if you eat poisonous fruit, you don't die so quickly, but because the Blood Cult Leader practiced qigong, the poison spread faster and hastened his death.
This raises a question.
Honestly, there are ways to kill the Blood Cult Leader without spilling blood. So why didn't they try those methods and just imprison him?
That's because the Wudang Sect was a Taoist sect.
It's good to be fair and value life, but... I still think they brought this on themselves.
The Sect Leader summed up the situation in one sentence.
“So, you killed the Blood Cult Leader.”
“...!”
“Then should I treat you as heroes who killed the Blood Cult Leader, who had been a thorn in the side of the Wudang Sect and the martial arts world for so long? Or should I treat you as intruders who attacked the Wudang Sect to rescue the Blood Cult Leader?”
One of the Blood Cult members broke the silence and shouted.
“Don't waver! We are the glorious Blood Cult! The Blood Cult rules! Honose Jinri!”
“Avenge our leader!”
They shouted and rushed forward.
“Where are you going!”
The fight began again, but with the Sect Leader present, the outcome was obvious.
Clang!
At that moment, someone dropped their sword, and I instinctively grabbed it.
“Liege!”
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, I'm fine.”
I calmed the bodyguards and calmly surveyed the battlefield.
Then, Elder Jingu caught my eye.
To be precise, he was rushing toward Elder Jin, who was fighting against the Blood Cult.
His eyes were filled with evil.
Even if I wanted to stop him, I was still only at my peak, while Elder Jin was a master who had reached the pinnacle of his art.
At that moment, a conversation with my Master came to mind.
“You mean how to stop an attack from a master who is stronger than you?”
“Yes.”
“It's impossible. So if something like that happens, I recommend that you run away without hesitation.”
“But what if there is a situation where that is not possible?”
“Hmm... If your opponent is off guard or not paying much attention to the king, there is one way.”
“What is that?”
“I don't really want to recommend it, but...”
Master hesitated.
“I'll listen carefully. Please tell me.”
“Huh... All right. Only use it when absolutely necessary.”
“Thank you.”
Master picked up his sword and showed him.
"This is how to use the eighth technique, Ippon-ken. Normally, you would concentrate your ki at the tip of the sword, but in this case, you concentrate it on the surface of the sword, that is, the surface that comes into contact with the enemy's sword. Then, if you use the Mushin-ho technique to the extreme and rush forward, you will be able to block not just one, but up to three attacks if you do it well."
This was exactly the situation my master had described.
Elder Jingu was not paying any attention to me.
I used the sword technique to its fullest, rushed at Elder Jin-gu, and swung my sword using the one-point sword technique.
Ka-bang!
Elder Jin-gu's sword collided with mine.
“Who are you?”
“Kuh! Elder Jin-gu! Accept your punishment willingly!”
“I can't do that! At this point, even Elder Jin-gu...”
At that moment, Elder Jin-gu realized that he was in danger and clicked his tongue.
“What kind of surprise attack is this? How far have you fallen?”
Then he advised me.
“Let your sword fall naturally and leave the rest to me.”
Hearing that, I took a deep breath and dropped my sword as Elder Jin-je had instructed.
At the same time, Elder Jin-je's sword flew toward Elder Jin-gu.
Kaang!
The two elders' swords repeatedly clashed and entangled. Meanwhile, I carefully backed away.
Seo-woo Musha approached me and said with concern, "You're safe.
“That was dangerous.”
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...”
I apologized to Seo Woo.
It was wrong of me to jump in without thinking. However, I couldn't finish my apology.
“Ugh!”
My stomach churned, and I vomited blood.
Damn it, now I understand why my Master didn't recommend it.
I don't usually feel the cold, but I used my inner arts so much that my body was shaking from the cold.
Still, if I can save the Elder with just these injuries, it's a small price to pay.
If he dies, the only ones who will rejoice are the Martial Alliance.
I didn't want to see that happen.
I also didn't want to see him, who was respected by the Daoists, die.
Seeing me like that, Seo Woo took a pill out of his pocket and handed it to me.
“It's medicine for internal injuries.”
“Thank you.”
As I took it, I suddenly remembered the gift my Master gave me when I became the Captain.
Should I have taken it to increase my inner arts?
But he said it was very precious, so it would be better to use it when I was in danger.
While I was taking the medicine and controlling my energy, the fight between the two Elders was coming to an end.
Swish!
“Ugh!”
Elder Jin's sword shot up into the sky, and at the same time, Elder Jin-gu's severed arm fell to the ground.
The sword was still in his hand.
“Ugh, ugh.”
Elder Jin looked at him in pain with a cold gaze and said,
“Don't think that I'm being cruel. You brought this upon yourself.”
“...
The battle between the two ended with the victory of Elder Jin.
In the meantime, the Blood Cult members had all been dealt with.
The Sect Leader looked around and said,
”Ho Cheong-dae, listen!“
”Yes!“
”These people are a vicious group who invaded and defiled the Wudang Sect! Imprison them in the prison!"
The wounded and surviving Blood Cult members were bound by the members of the Ho Cheong-dae and taken to the prison of the Wudang Sect.
The Sect Leader turned to Elder Jin-gu, who was groaning while holding his severed arm.
“Do you have anything else to say?”
“...I should have been the Sect Leader.”
“I don't think I'm the right person for the position of Sect Leader either. But!”
He continued coldly.
“None of you wanted to become Sect Leader in my place. The decision of the previous Sect Leader not to appoint you as Sect Leader was the right one.”
The Sect Leader declared.
“Elder Jingu is dismissed from his position as Elder!”
“I will obey your order.”
“And...”
The Sect Leader moved so fast that it was impossible to see, and struck Elder Jin-gu's acupoints.
Puk! Puk! Puk!
Unlike the usual sound of striking acupoints, it was a dull yet sharp sound.
Then, Elder Jin-gu vomited blood.
“Cough!”
Seeing this, Jin-yu Musha said to me in a low voice.
“You disabled his martial arts so he can't use them anymore.”
“....”
He looked truly pitiful without his martial arts.
“Take him to the penitential cell. He will be locked up there until he dies, practicing Dao.”
And so, Elder Jin-gu was taken to the penitential cell.
Then, looking sadly at the pavilion where the Blood Cult Leader had been imprisoned, he opened his mouth.
“That pavilion is no longer needed. Burn it down.”
Looking at the burning pavilion, he added one more sentence.
“Put the Blood Cult Leader's body inside.”
“Yes.”
Thus, after more than 20 years of being a thorn in the side of the Wudang Sect, the Blood Cult Leader was reduced to a handful of ashes.
Seeing this, I felt a little relieved.
The Blood Cult Leader must have clung to life for more than 20 years, dreaming of revenge.
In fact, in his previous life, the Blood Cult Leader took a terrible revenge.
However, he was unable to do so in this life and disappeared in vain.
I did not feel sorry for the Blood Cult Leader's death. I knew that countless innocent people had died because of him in my past life.
For the sake of world peace, it was better in many ways that the Blood Cult Leader died now.
But as I watched the flames, I wondered why I was suddenly reminded of my own death.
Was my body burned like that too?
In any case, I successfully prevented the Martial Alliance from carrying out their plan.
The Blood Cult Leader was burned to ashes, the Blood Cult members were all imprisoned, and the Elder Jin-gu, who was the informant, had his martial arts abilities disabled and was imprisoned in the Penitential Hall.
“Mister Eunseoho.”
At that moment, Elder Jin approached me and clasped my hands.
“Are you all right? I was in a panic and couldn't greet you earlier. Thank you for risking your life to save me.”
“It was my duty.”
“You are also modest.”
I felt shy and scratched my cheek.
Then Sect Leader approached me.
“Mister Gong, can you stay with us a little longer?”
“Yes?”
“I would like to talk with you after I finish my work.”
“Yes, I understand.”
I returned to the guest room.
Then I had to lie down on the bed and listen to Pal-gap's nagging.
* * *
Sect Leader Jin-seon sighed.
While riding a carriage to the Zhongnan Sect, he saw a small pig sitting on his lap.
He was startled by the pig, which appeared suddenly without him noticing it at all.
The pig waved its tail. Looking closely, he saw a piece of paper hanging from its tail.
He untied the paper and read it.
It was a letter saying that someone had attacked the Wudang Sect.
Under normal circumstances, he would have thought it was a prank or a trap.
However, the mysterious pig and the name Eun Seo-ho written in the letter made him act immediately.
He used his movement arts at full speed and arrived at the Wudang Sect, where something too big to be called a simple attack was happening.
He looked at the blazing fire and thought.
“He's always had big ambitions, but...”
Jingu knew that because he was in the same boat. He knew that although he had big ambitions, he was not the type of person to act on them.
That meant that there was someone behind Jingu.
Whoever it was, he had no intention of letting them get away with it. They would pay the price.
He was a Daoist who sought the truth, but he was also the Sect Leader of the Wudang Sect.
“It is thanks to Mister Eunseoho that this situation has ended here.”
Not only did he warn him about this situation, but he also saved his closest friend!
Therefore, he must be rewarded appropriately.
While contemplating this, he recited a poem as he looked at the Blood Cult Leader's body, which was completely burned to ashes.
“Muryangsu Bul... It seems unlikely that you will be reborn in paradise, but may you rest in peace.”
* *
Two days later, I arrived at a pavilion, guided by the Hall Leader of Baekmun.
“Are you here?”
“I'm here to see the Sect Leader.”
There stood the Sect Leader.
He had told me to come back later, so I was waiting, but I didn't know he would call me to a place like this.
“Come closer.”
“Yes.”
I approached the Sect Leader.
“I heard you were injured. Are you feeling all right?”
“Yes, I'm fine.”
The Sect Leader pointed ahead with his hand and said,
“How is the view?”
“It's beautiful.”
I wasn't just saying that.
The view of the entire Wudang Sect from above was so impressive that it left a lasting impression on me.
“Is that guy Mister's disciple?”
I thought I knew what the Sect Leader was talking about.
I took the golden letter from my sleeve and showed it to him.
“Are you talking about this guy?”
“Yes, that guy.”
The Sect Leader nodded.
“I was quite surprised when he delivered the letter to me.”
“I apologize for causing you trouble.”
“Don't say that. If you hadn't delivered the letter so quickly, something worse might have happened.”
He sighed softly and asked again.
“But why were you there?”
“That's...”
I made up a vague excuse.
“I heard the sound of violent cold weapons clashing inside, so I wondered what was going on. I had a pass from Sect Leader, so I rushed over.”
I smiled slightly and continued.
“The Wudang Sect has been very considerate. Even if I am of little help, isn't it my duty to rush over?”
“Then that's what you meant! I am truly grateful.”
“No, it's nothing.”
“I want to express my gratitude for saving the lives of many disciples of the main sect, as well as my dear friend.”
He took a badge out of his robe and handed it to me.
“What is this?”
“This is a special pass from my sect. You can visit the Wudang Sect anytime you want, and you can carry weapons in the Wudang Sect's territory.”
I was a little surprised.
It was qualitatively different from the pass I was wearing around my neck.
“And that pass has one more meaning. It means that the Wudang Sect is behind you.”
“...!”
This was even more surprising than what he had said earlier.
It meant that the Moo-Dang, one of the two major orthodox sects of the martial arts world, would back me up.