The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 271

The man who had volunteered to be Mo Hang's escort warrior—Unhwi—was talkative even after entering the Ghost Iron Gate.

In fact, until he met him, Mo Hang was so scared of going to the Ghost Iron Gate that his body would tremble just thinking about it.

But with someone chattering away next to him all day, it was true that he felt his tension easing.

"Are you saying that there are more than one or two people who have been dragged here and died like you, musician?"

"That's right. To those bastards, the lives of those who have no martial artist acquaintances like us and have not learned martial arts are worth less than the life of a fly. If they find them an eyesore, they just kill them and replace them with someone else."

"Then what on earth are the government troops doing? If it's this much, the government should have stepped in."

"First of all, there is no one brave enough to report it to the government office. There was a man named Maeng Yong who ran a butcher shop in the village below. That man was supplying meat to the Ghost Iron Gate, but he only received payment for the first few times, and for several months, he didn't receive a single penny. Then he couldn't stand it and reported it to the government office. Do you know what happened then?"

"What happened?"

Mo Hang shook his head and said, "Well. They said they couldn't pay because the sect's situation was difficult, but they would pay now, and they paid all the overdue meat prices on the spot."

"But that wasn't the end of it, was it?"

"That's right. A few days after all the government troops had gone back. A fire broke out at Maeng Yong's house in the middle of the night. And Maeng Yong and his entire family burned to death..."

Mo Hang, with a gloomy face, trailed off.

Although there is no clear evidence because everything was burned, it is highly likely that they were killed first and then burned.

They would have taken the money they had given and annihilated the entire family.

"So how can we report it? We have no choice but to do as they say, hoping not to be killed somehow..."

Mo Hang stopped walking and, looking into Unhwi's eyes, said, "So now, please tell me who you are. To have followed me this far means you surely have some thought. I want to know what that thought is."

"Didn't I tell you earlier? That I'm a Self-Taught Swordsman. Then who do you think I am?"

"I think it's one of two. A righteous hero who heard the rumors about the Ghost Iron Gate and came to save us... or perhaps the guest that the Ghost Iron Gate is treating so preciously right now."

Unhwi thought that Mo Hang could suspect that.

Otherwise, he would not have entered the Ghost Iron Gate so confidently.

"Should I say it's a relief? That's not the case. If I had to choose, I'm closer to the former."

"Ah...!"

A light of hope began to flow on Mo Hang's face.

Unhwi said with a serious face, "Originally, I was not going to tell you who I am. Because I didn't want to create a situation where you would be suspected by those bastards by doing something you don't usually do because of me. But I'm telling you because of your anxious expression. Because you shouldn't be killed without me having a chance to do anything because you can't perform because you're anxious because of me."

"That's right. I'm the type of person who can't perform well when I'm anxious. You've said it well."

Although he is saying that now, Unhwi thought that he would have performed well even if he hadn't told him.

Because the words 'the best musician in Chongqing' mean that he is a person whose skills have already been proven.

"So, I have a favor to ask."

"What favor?"

"The Ghost Iron Gate Master will surely call you later and make you perform. At that time, if I give you a signal while you are performing... please ruin the performance."

"Ruin the performance? How?"

"Well. Whether the notes are wrong or you stop the performance, you would know better, wouldn't you?"

Mo Hang had a puzzled expression.

He might survive if he performs very, very well, but to deliberately make a mistake in the performance.

It's not much different from telling him to die right now.

But Unhwi's expression was confident.

"Trust me and do it. You will never die."

"Ah... I'll have to think about it a little."

"Think about it well, and later, I will signal you in a way that only you can understand."

"No, wait a minute!"

Although he had not yet answered, Unhwi began to walk into the Ghost Iron Gate first.

Mo Hang, while fidgeting, had no choice but to follow him.

***

That night, when he arrived at the Ghost Iron Gate following Mo Hang.

As I expected, the Ghost Iron Gate Master held a banquet again today, and it was decided that Mo Hang would perform at the banquet during dinner time.

Mo Hang knew more about the Ghost Iron Gate than I thought.

First of all, he said that the Ghost Iron Gate Master was a man named Do Heon, the Iron Evil Sabre Sword.

Although his title is flashy, since it's a title I don't remember at all, he must be a small fry.

There are two things I'm curious about right now.

First, why on earth did the Demonic Flower Hall Master, Yi Gwak-sa, tell me to attack this sect?

Second, who on earth is the person who is said to be at the Ghost Iron Gate right now?

Judging from the words heard from the surroundings, he is a very important person, and the Ghost Iron Gate Master is also treating him as a guest of honor.

More than anything, seeing that the Ghost Iron Gate Master does not impose any sanctions even if he kills people or rapes the servants, it could be said that he is a person above the Ghost Iron Gate Master.

"No. Only you can enter the banquet hall."

"Haven't you looked into me properly? I can't perform if this person is not by my side because I get anxious."

"I have not received such a report."

"Then I can't perform today!"

And now, right in front of the entrance to the banquet hall, Mo Hang and the Ghost Iron Gate martial artist are bickering.

The reason they are fighting is, of course, because of me.

Mo Hang says I must be let into the banquet hall, and the escort warrior says absolutely not.

"If you want to ruin today's banquet by not letting my escort in, you take responsibility! What is your name? Later, when the Ghost Iron Gate Master asks why I didn't show up then, I have to say I couldn't enter because you didn't let me in, so I need to know your name!"

"No, this bastard...!"

Mo Hang was a more resolute person than I thought.

He pressed the Ghost Iron Gate martial artist, saying as if he would really go back right now.

But the Ghost Iron Gate martial artist, as befits a black-way martial artist, had no patience.

At the moment he was about to draw his sword, I stepped forward and said, "Then how about this? I will leave my sword here. And you can search my body. I will not bring any weapons in."

"Hmm... leaving all your weapons?"

"Even if you say all weapons, it's just this one sword."

I, placing my sword in front of him with a click, said.

The martial artist, pretending to have no choice, roughly searched my body and said, "I'm letting you in because you're saying that much. But you must not cause any trouble!"

"Of course. Who would be foolish enough to cause trouble in the inner court of the Ghost Iron Gate, and in front of the Ghost Iron Gate Master at that?"

"That's true."

The Ghost Iron Gate martial artist, with those last words, let us in, and we were able to enter the inner court safely.

Soon after, a person who seemed to be the general manager of the Ghost Iron Gate came and, after chiding Mo Hang for being late, took him somewhere, and I quietly went to a corner and began to kill my presence as much as possible.

Although there must have been people who saw me come here, they probably didn't pay attention because I was wearing very ordinary clothes.

I began to disappear from this place. As if I was never here in the first place.

A little while passed and the banquet began.

I thought they would have invited many people since it was a banquet, but it was a strange banquet with almost no one invited.

There are far more people working, like servants or courtesans, than the people participating in the banquet.

Ting— Ti-ding— Ting

At that moment, the sound of music began to be heard from somewhere.

Even I, who am a layman when it comes to music, could tell at a glance that it was a good performance.

When I glanced at where the sound was coming from, Mo Hang, who had appeared at some point, was performing there.

A sight that was hard to think of as the same person who had been arguing with the martial artist a little while ago.

I thought I knew why he was called the best musician in Chongqing.

The people enjoying the banquet seem to be mostly the top brass of the Ghost Iron Gate.

In particular, the Ghost Iron Gate Master surprised me because he had quite strong martial arts.

His skills are such that he doesn't seem to be just leading a small to medium-sized sect like this.

"Gate Master! Has the young master not come out yet?"

"He is still preparing. Don't be conscious of it, and play as you usually do. He dislikes it the most when we act fake because of him."

"Yes. I will keep that in mind, Gate Master!"

Fortunately, it seems they haven't noticed that I'm hiding.

They began to enjoy the banquet merrily to the sound of Mo Hang's music.

Each of them had a woman by their side and was drinking, but there was a shadow on all the women's faces.

It was to the point where I thought that they, like Mo Hang, might have been forced to come here, or worse, might have been kidnapped.

At a glance, it seems that most of the people around are working against their will.

Mo Hang's expression also seems to be in pain from his fingers, but he can't even show it and is continuing to perform.

'These are complete bastards.'

A murderous intent begins to well up in a corner of my heart.

Is it because I used the title of a Self-Taught Swordsman to Mo Hang? It feels as if I have gone back to that time.

At that time, I never left such bastards alone.

I thought that such bastards were not worthy of living, and in fact, I killed many of them.

This must have also played a part in why I had no friends.

Because no matter how much they deserved to die, there were many people who thought my methods were too radical.

"Gate Master! The young master is entering!"

At that time, a Ghost Iron Gate disciple rushed into the banquet hall and said, and everyone stopped what they were doing.

Naturally, Mo Hang's performance also stopped, and the dancing courtesan also stopped.

The Ghost Iron Gate Master, after looking around once, opened his mouth.

"Everyone, make no mistakes. Understand?"

"Yes, Gate Master!"

As I was wondering who on earth he was that they were so flustered.

The banquet hall door opened and someone entered.

It was a young man who looked to be only three or four years older than me.

He arrived at the banquet hall with a majestic gait, and the Ghost Iron Gate Master and all the Ghost Iron Gate martial artists bowed their heads deeply and greeted him.

'That face... I think I've seen it somewhere.'

It's a familiar face. I'm sure I've seen it somewhere, but I couldn't easily recall who it was.

In times like this, it's one of two things.

Either his face has changed a lot over the years, or someone I know looks incredibly similar to him. For example, a parent and child, or brothers.

My question was soon resolved.

"Young Master Sa. I have prepared a banquet again today, but I don't know if the food will suit your taste."

"The musician?"

"I have also brought a new musician. He is a man called the best musician in Chongqing. You will like him. What are you doing? Continue the performance!"

At the Ghost Iron Gate Master's roar, Mo Hang immediately began to perform again.

I remembered the name of that man written on the Martial Alliance mission paper.

His name is Muk Seong-gwang. The fourth of the Heavenly Demon's five sons.

And he is also the younger brother of the third young master, Muk Wol-gwang, who died at my hands in my past life.

That's why his face was so familiar.

'Demonic Flower Hall Master, that bastard. The reason he sent me here was to get rid of that person as well?'

A righteous hero, my foot.

As expected, the Demonic Flower Hall Master, Yi Gwak-sa, was a cunning bastard.

(End of Chapter)