Sword God Reborn

Chapter 14 : I'm Glad I Brought My Sword Today

Fortunately, the incident at the Lotus Pavilion did not become widely known.

The fact that there were not many customers in the gisaeng house when Cheon Mubaeck caused a commotion in the early evening was also effective.

It just spread as a rumor of a common fight among the black-way.

It was the result of Neung-heo, who had been forcibly placed in the Master's position by Cheon Mubaeck, desperately covering it up.

Thanks to that, people did not see the connection between Cheon Mubaeck and the Lotus Pavilion.

Unless someone investigated meticulously.

However, because of Physician Jin, the fact that Cheon Mubaeck was also knowledgeable in medicine spread.

It couldn't be helped.

Jeombak and Physician Jin had reported the medicinal herb merchant to the government office, and the government office had also confirmed that the medicinal herb merchant was blatantly selling poisonous herbs.

Jeombak kept his mouth shut, but Physician Jin boasted that it was all thanks to our young master.

Because of that, Cheon Mubaeck had to give up going to the blacksmith's shop in the morning.

It was because Cheon Yuhwa had called him.

"You certainly look much better."

"I'm just working hard."

"Chief Instructor Jang was praising you a lot. He said you not only have talent but also work hard."

"Grandpa was just looking at me favorably, sister."

Cheon Yuhwa quietly looked at Cheon Mubaeck over her teacup.

A determined face.

The overall outline of his body felt through his clothes.

Cheon Yuhwa was amazed at whether this child was the same little youngest brother.

'They say you become a man after you turn sixteen.'

Well, isn't that the age when your body and mind grow?

She had always thought of him as the youngest in her arms, but in the end, the time had come for him to grow up.

"You treated Jeombak's foot, didn't you?"

"He's a guy who has been by my side for ten years. It was pitiful to see him limp every time, so I've been reading books and found a cure. So I discussed it with Physician Jin and performed acupuncture, and luckily, the treatment went well."

An answer that came out as if he had expected it.

Cheon Yuhwa let out an exclamation.

'Physician Jin also said that Mubaeck seemed to have learned medicine through self-study.'

She was skeptical whether medicine could cure a cripple just by self-studying from books.

But listening to Mubaeck's calm answer, an exclamation came out.

'They say that if you dig into anything for over 10 years, you become a master.'

Admiration was in Yuhwa's eyes as she looked at Cheon Mubaeck.

Ten years.

Ten years ago, Cheon Mubaeck was a snot-nosed kid. Didn't it mean that he had been studying with a pitiful feeling after seeing Jeombak's foot since then?

And in the end, he had treated his foot. Cheon Yuhwa thought that she had treated Cheon Mubaeck too much like an immature child until now.

'Well, he was a guy who made people feel good without them knowing since he was young.'

Cheon Yuhwa drank her tea and gently pushed the gift she had placed on one side forward.

"Chief Instructor Jang will lead the Soaring Dragon Faction and go with father to investigate the escort mission tomorrow. You know that, right?"

"Yes, sister."

Cheon Mubaeck nodded his head.

He didn't pay much attention to the escort agency's affairs, but there were rumors that the Chief, Cheon Mungyeong, would go himself to investigate the recent failed escort mission.

"Old Man Jang is going with him, so don't worry about father."

"Yes."

"Do you remember what you said when you said you would learn martial arts last time?"

In fact, Cheon Mubaeck's memory was not just perfect, but at a level where he did not know forgetting.

As he always lived with the memories of numerous past lives, he had learned how to organize the memories in his head by himself. If he had a moment to think, he could recall even the trivial habits of his first past life before the dawn of the martial world.

Since he was such a Cheon Mubaeck, an answer came out immediately to Cheon Yuhwa's question.

"I said that I have to learn martial arts to protect you and the escort agency."

"At first, I thought it was just something an immature brat said in a fit of anger. But seeing you, I realized you were serious. So I prepared this. Now that father and Old Man Jang are away, shouldn't you at least have a sword to protect the escort agency?"

"A sword..."

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes shone. The thing that was well wrapped in silk was a sword.

To think that there was a sword of this level here.

"It's a gift from your sister. I hope you like it."

Cheon Yuhwa smiled with satisfaction as she watched Cheon Mubaeck staring blankly at the appearance of the sword revealed after the silk was removed.

* * *

"Wow. It looks like a legendary sword from a military novel."

"...Ha."

Cheon Mubaeck was mesmerized by Cheon Yuhwa's gift.

No, anyone would be. The appearance of the sword, with the silk removed, was so sparkling and gorgeous that it was dazzling.

On the scabbard, various divine beasts, including a dragon and a phoenix, were engraved in gold leaf.

The engraving was so artistic that even Cheon Mubaeck, who had seen numerous famous swords, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

It was so gorgeous that anyone who saw it once would be captivated. A gold thread was attached to the hilt, and a gorgeous dragon's head was carved on the pommel.

Cheon Mubaeck was so beautiful that he had thought it was a ceremonial sword at first glance.

"But, can you even use this? It looks like a sword that would be hanging on the wall of a powerful person's house."

Even Jeombak had asked if it was an ornamental sword.

Jeombak carefully watched his expression.

"Didn't the Vice Chief just get scammed?"

"That's not it."

Cheon Mubaeck drew the sword from its scabbard.

Seureung.

Jeombak was startled and stepped back.

A gruesome light flashed.

"The sword is a good sword."

Although he was captivated by the gorgeous appearance, the sword itself was not bad.

In fact, it was a good sword. It wasn't a treasured sword, but it was a sword that deserved to be treated as a famous sword anywhere.

The sharp edge was so gruesome that it looked like it could cut through steel right away.

The wave pattern on the blade was not just a gorgeous decoration. It was a pattern that appeared during quenching, and Cheon Mubaeck knew this pattern very well. Wasn't it a characteristic of a famous master from his previous life?

'Master Yuk's sword was like this. He should be dead by now, so is this a sword made by his disciple?'

Although it was inferior compared to his, this was still a fine sword.

'Perhaps my sister ordered the gorgeous decorations on the outside separately.'

He couldn't help but laugh inwardly as he imagined Cheon Yuhwa trying to give her younger brother the most gorgeous and good gift possible.

"Are you going to wear that?"

"Because it's a good sword."

"Hmm."

"Why?"

"No, I just thought people would think that an ignorant rich brat is wearing a gorgeous sword to show off."

"I'll take care of it, so don't worry."

It's not a big problem since he can just wrap it in silk on the outside.

"Young Master, it's Heo Seong. General Manager Neung, no, Master Neung from the Lotus Pavilion has come to see you."

At that moment, while he was having a trivial chat with Jeombak, Heo Seong's low voice came from outside the door.

When he opened the door and came out, Heo Seong with a somewhat stiff face and Neung-heo were standing by his side.

Neung-heo and the man had pale faces and looked at a loss.

"Young Master! Neung-heo greets you!"

"What a load of crap. What a load of crap. Neung-heo, if you come to see me so openly, aren't you advertising that the youngest son of the Azure Star Escort Agency is the bastard who killed the Master of the Lotus Pavilion?"

"That's why I came to see Escort Warrior Heo."

"Sigh. Let's not talk. Escort Warrior Heo, what's the reason for bringing this bastard to me?"

"That... it's a reason the Young Master needs to know, so I had to bring him here."

"What is it? Neung-heo."

"Young Master, please save me!"

"Huh?"

What's with this bastard?

Cheon Mubaeck looked at Neung-heo, who was suddenly kneeling, with a reluctant face.

"I don't remember saying I would kill you. Did you cause some trouble?"

"Th-You said there was poison in the alcohol, didn't you?"

"I did. Because they're from the Blood Demon Sect."

"While I was cleaning up the Lotus Pavilion this time, I got rid of all the guys who were originally from the Blood Demon Sect."

"So?"

"But when I thought about it, these bastards were the ones who originally brought the alcohol and food."

"Yes."

"And since I transferred to the Lotus Pavilion, we had a party with that alcohol and food almost every day."

"Anyway, you black-way bastards. You can't resist alcohol."

"So when I thought about it."

Neung-heo swallowed his dry saliva.

"If there's poison in the alcohol that spreads the plague... aren't we all already poisoned?"

Uh... that's right?

When Cheon Mubaeck made a reluctant expression, Neung-heo's face became desperate.

Come to think of it, he does look a little pale.

That's definitely right.

Cheon Mubaeck examined Neung-heo's face. What were the symptoms? He said it looked like a plague, so the visible symptoms must have changed. But at least one thing Cheon Mubaeck knew was the same.

"Has it not been standing up since this morning?"

"...!"

Neung-heo's pupils shook greatly.

"...Sigh, you bastard. That's why you should have drunk less."

Since he had been drinking like a fish at the Lotus Pavilion, he would have been poisoned and more. It's just that it takes a while for the symptoms to appear.

'From the looks of it, there must be many people who are already poisoned in Henan Province. Soon, there will be a commotion that the plague has spread properly in Henan Province.'

Then great chaos would befall Henan Province.

'Shaanxi must be a complete mess. What does the Blood Demon Sect want? What are they trying to do by causing chaos?'

The original Blood Demon Sect were bastards who secretly kidnapped people or lured ignorant commoners with religion. They weren't bastards who caused chaos with a plague like this.

But...

'This poison. It was a preparatory stage to make it suitable for the Soul Sucking Demonic Art they use.'

Cheon Mubaeck was dumbfounded.

'Are they going to poison all the commoners in Shaanxi Province, poison Henan Province, and suck the essence of all the commoners in the Central Plains of the martial world? Crazy bastards.'

If so, these bastards are definitely worse than the ones from 400 years ago.

"Please save me! Come to think of it, it's been quiet when I wake up in the morning for the past few days. I just thought it was because I was tired..."

"How would I know how to treat it?"

"I heard that there are rumors that the Young Master is a divine physician. That you treated your body servant's disability with a single acupuncture treatment..."

"It seems that the treatment method is known in Shaanxi Province, but it's too late to go all the way there."

Cheon Mubaeck let out a deep sigh. When he glanced to the side, Heo Seong was also biting his lip and wearing a troubled expression. Cheon Mubaeck's eyes narrowed.

"Escort Warrior Heo too...?"

"...That's right. I just thought I was tired lately."

"Sigh. Let's go to the Lotus Pavilion for now. I have to gather them all at once and treat them."

"Thank you!"

Cheon Mubaeck left Jeombak in the room and headed to the Lotus Pavilion with Neung-heo and Heo Seong in the lead.

The Lotus Pavilion was quite far. But since they were all people with some internal energy, it didn't take long to arrive.

When they got close to the Lotus Pavilion, Cheon Mubaeck suddenly stopped.

Heo Seong asked carefully.

"What's wrong?"

"Neung-heo."

"Yes."

"Are there any of your guys who are already showing severe symptoms of poisoning and vomiting blood?"

"Uh... no. None of them are showing any symptoms. I didn't even think about it until my brother here brought up that we might be poisoned too."

Cheon Mubaeck's expression contorted.

"But why is the smell of blood so strong?"

"...Pardon?"

Cheon Mubaeck muttered as he looked in the direction of the Lotus Pavilion.

"The smell of blood is strong."

"...!"

"I'm glad I brought my sword today."

(End of Chapter)