The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 72

The old man and my senior brothers waited for me without saying a word while I was saving the man in black.

Each of them must have a lot on their minds.

Some might think that I'm trying to get information by saving this person, and others might think that I'm being whimsical again.

But in reality, I don't know why I'm trying so hard to save this guy.

No, it's always been like that.

I can't stand to see those who are determined to die in front of me.

It's as if they want to commit suicide through my hands.

When I see such a death in front of my eyes, it really ruins my mood for a few months.

That's probably why I'm trying to save him. Because if I let the guy who wants to die really die, my mood will be ruined.

Quite some time passed.

It would have been a little easier if I had learned the healing martial arts that only a very small number of doctors learn, but unfortunately, I don't know such a method.

I just stop the bleeding when there's blood, circulate the energy when it's blocked, and circulate the blood by performing a transfusion and blood circulation when there's no vitality.

After finishing the first aid like that, and after this person started to breathe peacefully with a calm face, I let out a deep breath and moved away from him.

At that time, Senior Brother Uncheol, perhaps because he had been waiting right next to me, approached me.

"Phew..."

"Hwi-ya. You've worked hard."

"Are the rest all dead?"

"Yes. We couldn't just leave them here, so we moved the bodies outside."

When I came to my senses, the surroundings were neatly organized.

My senior brothers, perhaps because they had done it once before, had moved the bodies, wiped the blood, and set up the fallen furniture without me even telling them.

"What about the other senior brothers?"

"They went out to search if there were any other guys around here."

"Who taught them... they're good, aren't they? Then what about the old man?"

"Over there."

Where Senior Brother Uncheol was pointing, the old man was sitting on a chair in a corner.

I was about to go to him, but then I realized that my hands were covered in blood.

Some of it had already dried and was stuck to my hands, so I was about to go and wash my hands.

"Are you looking for water by any chance?"

At Senior Brother Uncheol's words, I looked down and saw a jar placed right next to me.

It was full of water.

"I thought you might need it, so I prepared it."

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

I sincerely expressed my gratitude and then washed my hands clean.

After washing my hands clean with even a cloth, I approached the old man.

"Old man. You must have waited a long time. I'm sorry."

"No. Even if he was the one who tried to kill me, killing the opponent is not always the best way, but I only thought of death. I have learned a lot from the young Taoist master."

The old man bowed his head.

In fact, I didn't do it with that kind of heart, but I didn't bother to explain.

Because I thought that if I started to explain, the story would only get longer.

When I didn't say anything, the old man opened his mouth again.

"I am Gyu-sam, a servant of the Jeongsan Wang family, and I have been watching over the young master since he was young."

"I am Unhwi of the Wudang Sect. Over there is my senior brother, Uncheol, and the other three are Senior Brothers Unjeong, Unsik, and Unmi."

"You were the 'Un' generation Taoist masters of the Wudang Sect. Has the time come for the 'Un' generation to make their debut in the martial world?"

He asked me as if he knew the situation of the martial world quite well.

Come to think of it, the way he held his sword earlier was also clumsy, but it wasn't the appearance of a person who had held a sword for the first time.

"As far as I know, the Jeongsan Wang family does not get involved in the martial world, but you seem to know the situation of the martial world quite well."

"Ah... what I know has nothing to do with the family. Before I entrusted my body to the Jeongsan Wang family, I had trained to become a martial artist..."

The old man trailed off.

Since he didn't seem to want to talk about the past, I didn't bother to ask him the next story.

The fact that a person who dreamed of becoming a martial artist became a servant of a prestigious family is, in nine cases out of ten, a matter of family circumstances, or there must be some story.

Instead, I pointed to the man in black who was collapsed in the corner and asked, "Do you have any idea who those people are? What were they asking you to hand over? Is it related to the items I brought by any chance?"

As I spoke, I took out the bundle of papers that Wang Hyeon-seong had given me from my bosom and handed it to the old man.

Without even unfolding the cloth, he said, "Is it the bills and the cash record book?"

"That's right."

"Then I can be honest with you, young hero... the items those people were looking for are the same as the items you are holding now."

"Ah... I see."

I glanced down at the cloth.

The bills in here alone are worth three thousand taels.

But the fact that this has happened a few more times means that the money this old man is managing could be tens of thousands of taels.

"By any chance, Guild Master Wang..."

I was about to ask if he was embezzling, but I stopped.

Even if he was really embezzling, this old man named Gyu-sam is an accomplice.

There's no way he would admit that fact obediently...

"You were about to ask if he had embezzled this bill, weren't you?"

"Pardon? Yes... that's right."

"I can tell you, on the honor of my family, that that is absolutely not the case."

"I... see. But why?"

"If I were to say that it is a minimum device to be able to rise again even if the merchant guild goes bankrupt... would it be easier to understand?"

"I see. You're saying you're saving money separately to prepare for an emergency."

"That's right. Because it is the young master's usual theory that a merchant guild can go bankrupt in an instant even if it is prospering like this."

Although the old man answered, to be honest, my question was not completely resolved.

The Eungnam Merchant Guild is on the verge of taking off with wings.

But in the midst of this, they are worried about going bankrupt? There must be something more than that reason, but it seems the old man will not answer all of it.

"Then who on earth are these guys?"

"There are a few places I can guess. First, the other merchant guilds around... especially the Baekma Merchant Guild is a possibility."

"The Baekma Merchant Guild!"

The Baekma Merchant Guild is a merchant guild I also know well.

Even when I was active in the martial world in my past life, the Baekma Merchant Guild was a merchant guild that represented Hubei Province.

I didn't know it was such an old merchant guild, but it seems to be quite large at this time as well.

"Originally, the Baekma Merchant Guild was a merchant guild that had a firm grip on the Hubei province area. But with the appearance of our Eungnam Merchant Guild, they lost a lot of clients, so I heard that their profits have decreased a lot compared to their heyday."

"Any other places?"

"The Black Society. The Black Society guys are very cunning. They often attack merchant guilds like mountain bandits or pirates, and it's also common for them to break into safe houses like this and take everything that's worth money."

"Such guys, and the Martial Arts Alliance just stands by?"

"Because they are cruel by nature, they kill every single witness without leaving anyone behind. They say they can't step up without a just cause because there are no witnesses and no evidence. Of course, we think it must be them because the only Unorthodox Faction with that much power around here is the Black Society..."

I know. I know too well.

What do you think was the reason I crushed those guys myself in my past life?

The old men of the Martial Arts Alliance were just neglecting those guys for the ridiculous reason that there was no proper justification to punish the Black Society.

No matter how much I think about it, they seem to be guys who shouldn't be allowed to live and breathe, but they can't be struck because of that ridiculous justification.

So I stepped up and crushed the Black Society.

Because I didn't care about such visible justifications.

Of course, I didn't do it alone, and there were a few masters who helped me at that time.

Although we were by no means close, they were people who hated evil and valued action more than justification.

The head of the Black Society was quite strong, but the rest were just small fry, so I remember killing them all without a single one getting hurt.

"The Baekma Merchant Guild. The Black Society. In the end, it's those two places. But how did they know about this place?"

"Actually, that's what I'm wondering too. This is a place that only the young master and I know. In fact, I don't reside here. When I receive a letter from the young master, I come here on a set date, wait for the goods to arrive, and then, after receiving the goods, I return to where I was originally."

"Then there's one more question. How did they find out the date you were coming here?"

"Since I come here early and wait for the goods for about a week to two weeks, it could be that the timing was just a coincidence..."

Now that I look around, I don't see any furniture necessary for living, such as a bed or a wardrobe, and the daily necessities are also equipped to a bare minimum.

I said to him with a strange intuition, "But I have a feeling that they attacked knowing when you were coming out. Unless they waited here until you came and then attacked."

The old man looked at the collapsed man in black with a slightly surprised face.

"Well. We'll find out when that person wakes up."

I approached the old man and handed him the bundle of papers and said, "I have definitely delivered it. Now what are you planning to do?"

"Well, now I'll take this and go to another hideout... ah...!"

As he was speaking, he seemed to have realized something and let out a regretful sound.

In fact, what I was thinking was the same. This secret safe house was a place that no one knew about, but it was on the verge of being robbed like this.

Then would the situation be different for another hideout?

"By any chance, where do you keep the bills and the cashbook when you receive them?"

"That's..."

He couldn't say it right away and hesitated.

Then, as if he had decided something, he looked at me and said, "What can I hide from you, young hero? I keep all those documents at my main house."

"Main house? You mean the Jeongsan Wang family?"

"That's right."

"Hahaha! That's a clever move. Who would think of hiding the money of the martial world in a prestigious family that is not a martial arts family? Do the people of the Jeongsan Wang family also know that fact?"

He shook his head.

"No. No one knows. Although I hid it in the main house, only I know that fact and its location."

"Then if you had died here..."

"The only person in the world who would know the whereabouts of the bills would be the young master. Now... you also know, young hero."

I stroked my chin for a moment, thought, and then said, "Then I think it would be better for you to return to your main house right away. Are there any other items you need to take from other hideouts?"

"There are some, but..."

"If they are not that necessary, give them all up. I don't know what they are, but you should value your life more than such things."

"But even if I return to the Jeongsan Wang family right away... what if someone follows me?"

"Do you know how to ride a horse by any chance?"

"Yes. I learned when I was young."

"Then I'll buy you a horse, so ride it and go straight to the Jeongsan Wang family. You have to go with the thought of not resting even once on the way. It can't be helped even if it takes several days and nights, and it can't be helped even if the horse gets exhausted. It would be good if you could change horses at a post station in the middle, but unless the horse is about to die, don't even stop at a post station."

The old man nodded with a firm face.

Perhaps because he had just realized that he could have died without a doubt if he had stopped at another hideout without thinking, he seems to be going to carry out my words to ride without resting properly.

"Senior Brother Uncheol. I have a favor to ask."

"What is it?"

I called Senior Brother Uncheol, who was a little away, and asked him to buy a horse.

Not a fast horse, but one with good endurance. I even told him to choose one with thicker leg muscles compared to its body rather than a large one, and my senior brother answered that he understood and immediately set out to buy a horse.

I told the old man Gyu-sam to rest well since he wouldn't be able to rest for a while, and then I approached the fainted man in black.

He doesn't seem to be thinking of opening his eyes yet, but it seems there is no major threat to his life now.

I placed my hands on his head and abdomen and then slowly injected my energy.

After doing that for a while.

"Umm..."

The man in black let out a groan and began to wake up.

I tied his hands behind his back so that he wouldn't be able to harm himself by any chance.

The man soon opened his eyes.

"I... I'm still alive..."

"Where do you think you're going to die on your own. From now on, whether you live or die is for me to decide."

I put my face right in front of the man's and said.

For some reason, the man's expression seems to be closer to dumbfounded than to fear, but it's actually a good thing.

Because a person who seems a little crazy is scarier than a normal person who threatens with a knife.

(End of Chapter)