Sword God Reborn

Chapter 87 : That Guy's Descendant Is Right.

'That guy Chae. If you're going to establish a sect, you should have established it properly.'

Cheon Mubaeck looked around.

Looking at the collapsed pavilions here and there, it was guessed that it was not a large scale even originally.

Cheon Mubaeck's mouth felt bitter.

'Well, he went bankrupt with his family's fortune, and his family and friends all died in the righteous-demonic war...'

The predecessor of the Sacred Fire Sect was the Chae Family Manor.

Although it was just an ordinary martial family, the ambition it held in its heart was as wide.

As soon as the righteous-demonic war broke out, he established the Chae Family Manor as the Sacred Fire Sect and immediately entered the war with the Demonic Sect.

Although some large sects had been cautious in the righteous-demonic war, that guy, despite his lacking martial arts skills, had thrown himself like chaff.

In the great war, his brothers and master had all died. He had fought, raising disciples and equipping them with weapons, even by using up his family's fortune.

Cheon Mubaeck also remembered it very well.

A guy who, although his skills were lacking, did not back down in a fight, and who, as if luck followed him, survived every time in the most intense battles.

Cheon Mubaeck had considered him one of his few friends.

But...

'It's a little bitter.'

The world is originally like this, and he knew well that a sect that had set foot in the martial world could collapse at any time.

But seeing the sect that his friend had proudly established collapse, and being oppressed by mere black-way ruffians, he did not feel good.

No, in vulgar terms, he was furious.

"Wh-Who are you!"

Deok-jong was startled and stepped back.

Cheon Mubaeck stared at him with a cold gaze.

Deok-jong did not lose and glared back.

There was a kind of unwritten rule among the black-way that they should never lose in a staring contest.

Because to lose in a staring contest was to yield a point in a battle of momentum, it was also a matter of pride.

But Deok-jong could not meet Cheon Mubaeck's gaze for even a second.

No, he couldn't.

'What kind of gaze does a young brat have that is so brutal...'

Brutal? No, it wasn't the kind of thing that could be described that way.

It was as if he were being stripped naked. It was a ghostly eye that seemed to be searching through his brain.

Deok-jong clenched his teeth and shouted.

"You, what's your identity?"

"I am Cheon Mubaeck."

"Who is Cheon Mubaeck!"

"The grim reaper who will cut off your head."

Cheon Mubaeck's voice was low and even. For someone who had suddenly appeared and had cut off a wrist, he was surprisingly calm and composed. Because he was too calm, a rather eerie atmosphere flowed. Deok-jong swallowed his dry saliva and took a step back.

"Hey."

"...Y-Yes?"

Deok-jong answered in a polite tone without even realizing it.

Even the subordinates next to him were startled by Cheon Mubaeck's momentum and were standing with hardened faces, unable to come to their senses.

"I don't like the black-way."

"..."

"But there are black-way members I like. Those who have loyalty, or those who are strong for a black-way member, or those who have guts."

After saying that, Cheon Mubaeck scanned Deok-jong's face and drew his sword.

"You don't seem to be the kind of black-way I like."

"..."

In an instant, a faint smile appeared on Cheon Mubaeck's lips.

"Do you know what that means?"

Deok-jong's body hardened. Like a frog in front of a snake.

"It means you're dead."

* * *

"Wow. You went so fast. What did you do?"

"Hunting the black-way."

Neung-heo narrowed his brow as he looked at the black-way member who was lying on one side like a corpse.

"Did you just beat up one guy?"

"While I was beating up one guy, the rest ran away."

"They're disloyal guys. They deserve to be beaten. Those guys."

"It's the Red Dragon Faction."

Gwak Cheon-hu, who had arrived late, muttered, poking the bruised and unrecognizable Deok-jong.

"The Red Dragon Faction?"

"It's the largest black-way faction in Chongqing. This uniform is from there."

At those words, Neung-heo looked at Cheon Mubaeck with a face as if he had chewed on something bitter.

"No, why are you picking a fight with another black-way faction?"

"I didn't pick it."

"You didn't pick it? It's obvious that you beat him to a pulp because you didn't like him."

"That..."

It was then.

Neung-heo flinched and turned his head at the slender, beautiful voice that came from behind. Neung-heo was startled for a moment when he saw Chae Ga-ryeong.

In fact, he had a deep immunity to the beauty of women.

Wasn't he the master of the Lotus Pavilion, the number one brothel in Henan? The gisaengs there were praised as the number one beauties in Henan. Since he received greetings from the girls every day, what could you do?

He wouldn't even bat an eye at any ordinary beauty.

Such a Neung-heo was quite surprised this time.

"The young master here helped me."

Neung-heo tried to hide his surprised expression. Although she looked tired and her complexion was not good as if she had not slept properly, it was difficult to completely hide her beauty with that.

The corners of her eyes, which were slightly droopy, were a beauty that exuded a strange charm.

When Neung-heo could not answer and just stared blankly, Chae Ga-ryeong hurriedly added her introduction.

"I am Chae Ga-ryeong, the daughter of the Sacred Fire Sect."

"Ah..."

Neung-heo looked around and nodded his head.

He had roughly grasped what was going on. And he stared at Cheon Mubaeck.

At the somewhat strange gaze, Cheon Mubaeck made a sullen expression.

"What's with that gaze?"

Neung-heo mumbled something with his lips and then, soon, smirked and turned his head.

"Hmm. It's nothing."

"..."

While Cheon Mubaeck was contemplating whether to punch Neung-heo.

Gwak Cheon-hu interrupted in the middle.

"I am Gwak Cheon-hu of the Flying Sword Sect."

"...!"

Not only Chae Ga-ryeong, but also Yeon So-un, who was next to her, made a surprised expression.

The prestige of the Flying Sword Sect in Chongqing was needless to say.

And the successor of the Flying Sword Sect, the Fighting Ghost, Gwak Cheon-hu.

A look of welcome appeared in Chae Ga-ryeong's eyes.

Because she had been thinking of asking the Flying Sword Sect for help anyway.

"First, I pray for the souls of those who have passed away in the tragedy. The Sacred Fire Sect was a great sect."

"Thank you very much."

"And this person is..."

"I am Cheon Mubaeck."

Cheon Mubaeck answered calmly.

But Chae Ga-ryeong, as if it were a name she had heard for the first time, tilted her head for a moment.

It was a name she did not know.

Of course, she did not show it on her face. In any case, Chae Ga-ryeong was indebted to Cheon Mubaeck.

Because if Cheon Mubaeck had not appeared in time, she did not know what kind of abuse she would have suffered after being dragged to the Red Dragon Faction.

Neung-heo introduced Cheon Mubaeck in detail instead.

"Well, he's a person who has recently been famous as the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero of Henan."

"The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero!"

The reputation of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero had now spread beyond Henan and Shaanxi to Chongqing.

Chae Ga-ryeong had also heard that title.

Because the news that he was a new talent who had saved Shaolin, and that Mount Hua and Zhongnan had also been greatly indebted to him, had been quite a stir.

On the contrary, Chae Ga-ryeong could not quite understand the current situation.

Even when the sect was at its peak, such a guest had never visited.

But to have such a visit after the sect had collapsed.

It was hard to understand.

Chae Ga-ryeong asked carefully.

"Then, what brings you here?"

"The Flying Sword Sect is investigating the bloodbath. The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero here is also helping."

"Ah...!"

Chae Ga-ryeong's face brightened.

At the smile that bloomed in an instant, even Gwak Cheon-hu, who had been talking, coughed and looked away.

Only then did Neung-heo nod his head as if he understood.

"Where on earth did you hear the rumor, and is that why you flew here like crazy as soon as you heard the name Sacred Fire Sect?"

"What kind of bullshit are you talking about, Neung-heo?"

"Hehe. It's nothing. The girls at the Lotus Pavilion might be a little sad if they find out about this."

"..."

How should I beat him up so that this guy will be quiet for a while?

At that moment, Chae Ga-ryeong asked with a face as if she did not understand at all.

"What was that you said earlier, may I ask?"

"..."

"The words that you are my great-grandfather's friend..."

Cheon Mubaeck sighed inwardly and answered without showing any expression.

"I meant that my great-grandfather and your great-grandfather were friends."

Although Chae Ga-ryeong tilted her head, Cheon Mubaeck shamelessly pushed on.

In any case, Henan and Chongqing were far apart.

They would not even try to check whether it was true or not.

"Anyway, as Gwak Cheon-hu here said, I came to investigate. So well, I'll be asking you a few things."

Chae Ga-ryeong said with a determined face.

"Yes! If I can be of any help, I'll do anything!"

"Then first, go to the inn and rest."

"Pardon?"

Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue and looked at Yeon So-un, who was next to him.

"You're the escort warrior, right?"

"Huh? Yes."

"Take her and get her some food, wash her up, and let her get some sleep."

It was a tone as if an adult were worrying about a child. Cheon Mubaeck, leaving behind Chae Ga-ryeong's gaze, which was looking at him with a strange look, said to Neung-heo.

"Neung-heo."

"Yes, yes."

"Take them to the inn over there."

"Me?"

"Looking at them, it seems those black-way guys are loitering around, wondering if they can get something."

"..."

Neung-heo flinched for a moment. Cheon Mubaeck's intention was natural.

Wasn't he attaching him out of worry?

But what was awkward for Neung-heo was that Cheon Mubaeck was not a person who worried about others. Of course, he worried about his family, but it was the first time he had seen him show such goodwill to someone outside his family.

Of course, his sullen expression and his calm tone, which did not have a particularly warm feeling, did not make it feel like goodwill.

Neung-heo knew.

He soon smirked and nodded his head. Because he had a rough idea.

'Well. Now he looks like a boy his age.'

Of course, Cheon Mubaeck had taken care of her because she was a descendant of one of his few friends, but there was no way Neung-heo would know the inside story.

"Go and get in touch with the Hao Faction and find out what you need."

"Yes, I understand."

"And Cheon-hu. Guide me to the place where the Beggars' Sect is nearby."

Cheon Mubaeck, who had organized the situation in an instant and had given instructions, turned his head again.

His eyes met with Chae Ga-ryeong, who was staring at him with a blank gaze.

Cheon Mubaeck smirked at the drooping corners of her eyes, which were like a puppy's.

'That guy's descendant is right.'

* * *

Yuk-geol-gae had said that the Beggars' Sect would cooperate with Cheon Mubaeck in Chongqing.

His boast had certainly worked.

As soon as Cheon Mubaeck revealed his identity, the Beggars' Sect had summarized and had handed over the information they had collected in Chongqing.

Cheon Mubaeck checked the information one by one.

Then, when Neung-heo, who had sent Chae Ga-ryeong to the inn and had contacted the Hao Faction, returned, he began to cross-verify the information with the information collected by the Hao Faction.

"Heo... to think that the information of Chongqing is in one's hand just because one person came."

Gwak Cheon-hu muttered as if in a sigh.

Even the Flying Sword Sect had to do a lot of legwork to collect this much information in Chongqing.

The price to get information from the Beggars' Sect was not small. And on top of that, the information network of the Hao Faction.

Cheon Mubaeck, who had received the information of the two information organizations completely, had, paradoxically, become the person who knew the most about the current situation in Chongqing.

Gwak Cheon-hu looked at Cheon Mubaeck with a rather fed-up face.

'All this is the result that that person has created.'

Whatever the process, Cheon Mubaeck had gained a reputation and had used that reputation without hesitation.

He had used his reputation to draw out the unlimited cooperation and investment of the Beggars' Sect.

'A dangerous guy to make an enemy of.'

He had grasped the information network in one hand in an instant.

This kind of man was a person who should not be made an enemy of, regardless of his personal martial arts level.

Gwak Cheon-hu felt a little worried.

'How will my father react...'

His son, who had left to seek the help of Mount Hua and Zhongnan, had brought a brat and had said that he was the person who would solve this bloodbath...

If it was his hot-tempered and arrogant father, well.

'Phew, I don't know.'

Gwak Cheon-hu shook his head.

At that moment, Cheon Mubaeck's voice, who had been cross-verifying various information, broke in.

"Those guys from the Red Dragon Faction."

"The Red Dragon Faction?"

"They're suspicious."

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes flashed.

(End of Chapter)