Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 83 : Hiding in the Fog (1)

"If that demonic head were to move, wouldn't the Martial Alliance just stand by?"

"Seeing as the Martial Alliance is quiet, it could be false information."

At Mae Jeong-mun's words, Jin Sa-wol was silent.

There were no lies. He could tell by looking at the dead Jang-muk's expression. The Demonic Cult had moved to kill the Martial Alliance Leader, and the Wall Demonic Hall had come out.

Right now, that was the truth.

"I'll get up."

As Jin Sa-wol stood up, Mae Jeong-mun showed a disappointed expression.

* * *

Several warriors with weapons were gathered at the entrance to the brothel.

As a clamorous sound was heard, passersby gathered one by one. Among them was Woo Jeong-bong.

"No, I'm telling you I lost my money pouch! I definitely had it when I was drinking. But when I went to pay, it was gone! Does this make sense? Call the courtesans who were in my room. I'm telling you they stole it!"

"If you don't have money, you should just pass by. Why did you come in and drink for free like a beggar! Get lost!"

The warriors of the inn grabbed Woo Jeong-bong's arms. But Woo Jeong-bong, who was strong, shook off their strength and raised his voice with a face full of anger.

"Stealing a money pouch in a brothel?! Huh?! Does this make sense! Tell the owner to come out! Now!"

It seemed clear that he had been pickpocketed. If not, the courtesans in the brothel must have stolen his money pouch.

Although it happened occasionally, the brothel never found the money pouch.

It was the fault of the one who lost it.

"Stop making a scene and get lost! Should I call the constable? Huh?! Do you want to go to the authorities for dining and dashing?"

The warriors of the inn also did not back down and raised their voices.

"Tsk! Tsk! He dined and dashed."

"He looks perfectly fine, but to do that..."

"It happens sometimes."

At the voices of the passersby, Woo Jeong-bong's face turned red. Although he was furious, he was flustered because this was the first time he had been in such a situation.

"This is annoying."

Woo Jeong-bong showed a cold expression and put strength in his eyes.

There was no need to draw his sword. He lifted his scabbard and swung it like a club at the warriors who had surrounded him, striking their knees and shoulders in an instant.

Thwack-thwack-thwack!

"Keok!"

"Kraak!"

Amid the groans and screams, five warriors retreated or collapsed.

"I would have just let it go if it were most things, but this is not it. Stealing a money pouch from a martial artist? Did I look that easy?"

Woo Jeong-bong revealed a cold killing intent towards the fallen warriors. Then, the warrior who had collapsed at the very front stood up and shouted.

"You bastard! Where do you think this is to use violence! Huh?! Do you want to die!"

"Forehead."

Thwack!

"Ack!"

The warrior who was hit on the forehead staggered and fell. Then, the other warriors blew their whistles.

Tweet! Tweet!

As the whistle sounded, Woo Jeong-bong stood still and waited.

The warriors, seeing Woo Jeong-bong standing, stood up triumphantly and shouted.

"If you got a free meal, you should have just gone back quietly. Where do you think you are, causing a ruckus!"

"If you don't want to die, beg for forgiveness! And pay for all the medical bills!"

"Head."

Thwack! Thwack!

Woo Jeong-bong struck the heads of the two warriors with his scabbard and then stood still. In fact, he was looking forward to who would come next.

Jin Sa-wol, who was watching from a distance, sighed. If it were him, he would avoid a useless fight.

There was nothing good to come from causing a scene.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Thump-thump-thump!

With the sound of wind, numerous footsteps were heard. And soon, more than thirty warriors of the inn appeared. Among them was a middle-aged man with a nimble impression, wearing a white martial arts uniform.

The middle-aged man looked at the fallen warriors and then revealed a fierce prayer towards Woo Jeong-bong and grabbed the hilt of his sword.

"Who are you?"

When the middle-aged man asked, Woo Jeong-bong slung his scabbard over his shoulder and said.

"And who are you?"

"I am Yun Pal-seong, responsible for the security of the inn."

"Oh! It's the Fierce Tiger Swordsman!"

At the clamorous sound, the number of people who had come out to watch increased even more. They cheered as if they knew well about Yun Pal-seong, who was called the Fierce Tiger Swordsman.

"It's Swordsman Yun! That guy is finished now. Tsk! Tsk!"

"They say a young pup doesn't know how scary a tiger is. He'll be carried out soon."

Although people were murmuring and clicking their tongues, Woo Jeong-bong tilted his head.

"It's a nickname I've never heard before. Are there only paper tigers in the inn?"

"You seem to be arrogant because you handle a sword a little. Not everyone who holds a sword is a swordsman. State your name and school."

"I don't want to."

Woo Jeong-bong waved his hand.

Since he was in a bad mood, he couldn't say or do anything nice. He was just full of annoyance.

As for that money, it was money he had earned while being nagged by Jin Sa-wol.

It was money made of numerous blood and flesh, having overcome the crisis of death.

He couldn't use it in Wudang, so he had deliberately left it at a battlefield and then found it. He had left it at the battlefield in Nanchang because it would be taken away if he carried it around.

He had suppressed his desire to spend it for several months, enduring and enduring, and was finally about to use it... but it was all gone.

Naturally, he couldn't help but be angry.

Yun Pal-seong drew his sword and showed his killing intent.

"You insolent bastard. When you die, I'll write 'dog dung' on your tombstone."

"Say that after you kill me. You cow-dung-like bastard."

"Kraaak!"

Yun Pal-seong, befitting his nickname of Fierce Tiger Swordsman, let out a thunderous roar and cut Woo Jeong-bong's neck.

As his sword cut through the air with a whoosh! sound, Woo Jeong-bong slightly pulled his head back to avoid the tip of the sword and then pressed the sword with his scabbard.

Thud!

As the tip of the sword dug into the ground, Yun Pal-seong's eyes widened.

He saw Woo Jeong-bong's scabbard pressing down on his sword. He put strength in and tried to lift the sword with both hands.

But the sword did not budge, as if it were pressed by a ten-thousand-geun rock. Although Woo Jeong-bong was just lightly pressing it.

Yun Pal-seong looked at Woo Jeong-bong with wide, flustered eyes.

"Why?"

Yun Pal-seong, who had clenched his teeth, tried to lift the sword with both hands again. But it still wouldn't lift. Only then did Yun Pal-seong realize that Woo Jeong-bong was a master.

Just then, a fist flew in front of Yun Pal-seong's eyes.

Thwack!

"Kraak!"

Yun Pal-seong, who was thrown back with a scream, rolled on the ground a few times and then collapsed in a spread-eagle position. A double nosebleed flowed from his face.

"What are you doing! Bury him!"

"Waaaah!"

With a roar, the warriors of the inn all rushed at Woo Jeong-bong.

Thwack! Thwack! Thump! Crack!

"Kraaak!"

"Ugh!"

"Oh, my leg!"

"Mom!"

Thump!

The area around the entrance of the brothel turned into a scene of chaos in an instant.

"Stop!"

This time, a huge and heavy voice exploded like a lion's roar.

Thump-thump!

Again, about thirty warriors of the inn rushed out. They passed the warriors who were scattered at the entrance of the brothel and surrounded Woo Jeong-bong.

The person who came out this time was Oh-chung, the master of the guest rooms.

Behind him, a dozen or so warriors in their late thirties with protruding temples were standing, and behind them, the warriors of the inn and the shop master, Dam-un, were also seen.

'He's no ordinary guy.'

Oh-chung looked at the fallen and groaning subordinates and observed Woo Jeong-bong. Even after subduing about thirty warriors, Woo Jeong-bong's breathing was not even disturbed.

On top of that, Yun Pal-seong, who was called the Fierce Tiger Swordsman, was also being carried away.

Yun Pal-seong was a first-rate master.

"It seems I didn't recognize a great person. I am Oh-chung, the master of the guest rooms."

"I don't know about the master. Just call the owner of this inn."

As Woo Jeong-bong spoke with an annoyed expression, a smile hung on the lips of Oh-chung, the master of the guest rooms.

"He is not someone that a young warrior can easily meet."

"Is he a great person?"

"That's right."

"Then I have to meet him even more."

"You're a guy who doesn't know the ways of the world."

A man in his prime from behind Oh-chung tried to step forward. But Oh-chung raised his hand and stopped him.

Oh-chung cupped his fist politely and spoke again.

"For what reason did you cause this great disturbance?"

As the opponent came out politely, Woo Jeong-bong also showed a face with his anger subsided. In fact, after beating up nearly thirty people, he was also feeling relieved.

"My money pouch was stolen here. I definitely had it until I was drinking in my room, but when it was time to pay, it was gone. The only ones in that room were the courtesans, so what else could it be but that the courtesans stole it?"

At Woo Jeong-bong's words, Oh-chung's expression hardened.

Woo Jeong-bong's disturbance was already known in the brothel. Many courtesans had come out and were watching the disturbance.

Oh-chung looked at the courtesans and looked for the brothel master. She should have appeared by now.

As expected, Mae Jeong-mun, the brothel master, appeared. She stood in front of Woo Jeong-bong, holding a navy-blue money pouch.

"Is this yours, young warrior?"

"That's right. Where did you find it? Did the courtesans who came into my room steal it?"

"The children of our inn do not steal other people's belongings. If they steal, their wrists will be cut off. This was under the wine table. It seems you dropped it."

As Mae Jeong-mun handed over the money pouch, Woo Jeong-bong took the money pouch, took out two nyang of silver, and gave it to Mae Jeong-mun.

"It's for the drinks."

"Thank you."

Although Mae Jeong-mun smiled, her eyes were cold. Just then, a low voice entered her ear.

-It's Woo Jeong-bong of the Wudang Sect.

It was Jin Sa-wol's voice. Her eyes discovered Jin Sa-wol standing among the people.

Mae Jeong-mun's face softened.

"Although I've received all the payment for the drinks, the children of our inn have been hurt a lot. You should also give us the medical bills, right?"

At Mae Jeong-mun's words, Woo Jeong-bong's eyes widened as if he were flustered. He never thought she would demand medical bills here.

Oh-chung was also flustered, as it was an unexpected event.

"It was not me who started the fight, but them. They tried to kill me. If I had stood still, I would have died, so it's self-defense."

"A disciple of the Wudang Sect, and one of the Ten Skills of the Universe at that, can you just leave after hurting people?"

"Huh! Wudang."

"The Wudang Sect?"

"No wonder he was a master. He was from the Wudang Sect."

In that instant, people began to murmur loudly.

Woo Jeong-bong, as if he couldn't help it, took out two more nyang of silver from his money pouch. Then, Mae Jeong-mun extended her hand.

Woo Jeong-bong hesitated and had no choice but to take out three more nyang and hand over five nyang. Mae Jeong-mun nodded.

"Well... I drank well."

Woo Jeong-bong quickly turned his body and ran to the guest room.

* * *

Woo Jeong-bong, who had entered the guest room and sat on the edge of the bed, took off his outer garment and shoes.

Just then, Jin Sa-wol came in through the window.

"Who is it?"

Seeing Jin Sa-wol, Woo Jeong-bong held his sword.

"It's me."

Although Jin Sa-wol's answer was short, that voice was familiar to Woo Jeong-bong's ear.

Woo Jeong-bong opened his eyes wide and looked at Jin Sa-wol's disguised face. Jin Sa-wol poured water and drank, then sat at the tea table.

"I just came to Guguang today. How did you find me so quickly?"

"I saw you in front of the brothel."

"I see."

Woo Jeong-bong nodded as if he understood.

"I didn't know you would come down from Wudang Mountain."

"My senior uncle, no, the retired leader, was going to his hometown, so he told me to go and greet him, so I came down."

"You can wait here."

"I'm thinking of doing that. What are you doing here?"

When Woo Jeong-bong asked, Jin Sa-wol showed a serious expression and lowered his voice.

"An important matter. But I can't say it here. Let's meet in front of the south gate tomorrow evening."

"Okay."

Hearing Woo Jeong-bong's answer, Jin Sa-wol went out through the window. As his figure disappeared in an instant, Woo Jeong-bong lay on the bed and tried to sleep.

* * *

The next evening.

Jin Sa-wol, who had finished his guard duty and entered his house, looked at Jo Geom-ok, who was running out of the yard. She looked the same as yesterday.

"Honey. Welcome."

Warak!

Jo Geom-ok hugged Jin Sa-wol. In that instant, her eyes met Woo Jeong-bong's, who was standing in front of the door.

Woo Jeong-bong trembled all over with his eyes wide open.

"You... you two, surely...?"

(End of Chapter)