The Mad Dog Inspector of the Martial Alliance

Chapter 100 : Ghost King (3)

To think that two thousand taels could be made so quickly.

Sima Hui was no longer very surprised. What was there to be surprised about when a money ghost did a money ghost's work?

So he was more surprised by Jang So-gil's way of handling things.

"You're like an ordinary inspector."

"I am an inspector."

"Looking at what you've done so far, where do you look like an inspector..."

"Then what did I look like?"

"You looked like a complete scoundrel riding a chopping block."

This time, it was money collected in a very normal way. It wasn't that he had recovered it by shaking the opponent in a way he had never thought of, but it was a normal collection method that all other inspectors did, so it was rather shocking.

"Even if you earn it normally, you can fill two thousand taels in an instant. Why have you been acting like a dog until now?"

"Ah, Brother. How can you say 'acting like a dog' so vulgarly?"

"...Your way of speaking has rubbed off on me."

"Tsk, even if I wanted to collect normally, the conditions have been too bad until now."

If he had earned money normally before turning the Martial Alliance upside down once, that money would have leaked out and not a single penny would have been left. The blood-sucking insects would have stuck their mouths here and there and guzzled it down, but it would not have accumulated as the property of the Martial Alliance.

"If I want to work normally, I can work normally as much as I want. It's just that the Martial Alliance was such a mess that there was no answer even if I did it normally!"

"..."

"Damn it. Who wouldn't want to work easily and comfortably?"

Surprisingly, this fellow seemed to have some feelings left. Sima Hui, who was watching Jang So-gil's outburst as if it were a strange sight, cleared his throat.

"Anyway, with the matter of the Western Great Mountain last time and this time's matter, you can now enter the martial arts library twice."

"Have you made all the plans?"

"Of course. First, I will focus on the Zixia Divine Art for a day and skim through the Ten Yang Art, and then I will study what I have skimmed for a week. And then I will go in once more and do a comparison work."

"This time, it's a rather cumbersome method."

"It's a divine art of the level of the Zixia Divine Art. If I touch it wrongly, I don't know what kind of trouble will arise. For me too, this is an unknown challenge, so even if it's cumbersome, I have to do it for sure."

Sima Hui's face was flushed, perhaps from excitement. It was the excitement of a martial arts scholar who would taste a peerless skill of the world. His fingertips were trembling, so he was no ordinary excited.

As Jang So-gil looked at him with a reluctant expression, he cleared his throat loudly again.

"Anyway, leave the matter of martial arts to me."

"I'll trust you and leave it to you."

Although it hadn't been that long since Sima Hui and Jang So-gil had met, the two had now developed a considerable amount of trust in each other.

For Sima Hui, his life in the Martial Alliance had improved thanks to Jang So-gil. And thanks to Jang So-gil, he had been able to enter the martial arts library and see numerous martial arts manuals, so he couldn't help but feel grateful.

Among the martial arts that Jang So-gil had learned, the Sun-Shooting Sword Art and the Plucking String Body Step had been personally bestowed by the Alliance Leader, so there was no way for Sima Hui to learn them. The Soul-Stealing Ice Art had a fundamental problem, so it was impossible to handle.

But the Cloud Dragon Eight Steps was different. Sima Hui, a genius in martial arts, had already mastered the Cloud Dragon Eight Steps to its extreme, and had reached a stage where he could completely digest it as his own and create a new footwork.

There were also many martial arts for reference that he had skimmed through while spending time in the martial arts library. Thanks to that, his deep knowledge about martial arts, which he had thought of as his lifelong wish, and numerous secondary questions had been mostly resolved. So to Sima Hui, a martial arts scholar, it was no exaggeration to say that Jang So-gil was a lifelong benefactor.

And as for Jang So-gil. To think that the person who would create and offer a custom-made martial art by grinding his own body was the number one martial arts scholar in the world, what a good thing this was. Besides, thanks to that, he had risen to the ranks of a master so quickly, so there was no reason not to trust him. It was even better because the give-and-take between them was clear.

Therefore, the two had a strangely sticky relationship, more than what others saw.

Sima Hui, covering his grinning mouth with a fan, asked.

"So did you receive my gift well?"

"A gift? Ah, that's right. I told you to create the Sword Dragon Unit, and you're doing that kind of thing!"

"That kind of thing, I just did what you told me to do."

Jang So-gil had once given advice to Sima Hui and the Alliance Leader.

The basis of business is packaging. The advantages should be highlighted, and the disadvantages should be covered. So people who wield words like swords were needed. It was a proposal for the creation of a professional public relations unit.

The Sword Dragon Unit, created according to Jang So-gil's proposal, was a unit directly under the Alliance Leader and under the command of Sima Hui.

"Right now, what the Martial Alliance can present with the most confidence is our inspector-nim, the hero of the martial world, isn't it? So I tried to package it a little coolly."

"It's too much. What is a Ghost King! A Ghost King!"

"The Alliance Leader of the Martial Alliance is Vaisravana, who protects wealth and repels evil. Since he is the leader of the evil ghosts and rakshasas that Vaisravana commands, Ghost King. Isn't it a perfect feel?"

"It's too grand!"

"Originally, the grander the nickname, the better. Do you think I'm called the Thousand Li Young Master because I can really see a thousand li away? Is Zhuge Xian called the Thousand Hands Young Master because he has a thousand arms?"

"Ahssi. I have nothing to say."

"A nickname is better if it's a little flashy. When experience and seniority are added to the flashiness, it becomes a weapon that can pressure the opponent. You have to be able to make the opponent run away just by hearing your nickname to be a famous person in the martial world."

"Like old man Man Bakja or Lord Byeokryeokjin."

"That's... Ah, that's right."

Sima Hui let out a long sigh and folded his fan.

"You crazy bastard. I heard the story from the Fengya Unit. You ended up meeting Byeokryeokja?"

"I met him."

"What did he say?"

"He told me to become his direct disciple."

"I knew it!"

"That old man, he's so magnanimous that we got along well. He was a wonderful person."

"You're the only one who would say that about that madman. So, what did you say to his offer to become his disciple?"

"I refused, beating around the bush."

Since this fellow also had common sense, he had avoided the worst-case scenario. Sima Hui's eyes flashed.

From the beginning, he had thought that that fellow and Byeokryeokja were too well-matched. It wasn't surprising that his thoughts had become reality.

Perhaps if the Martial Alliance had been even a little negligent, he would have really become Byeokryeokja's disciple and been sprinkling Byeokryeoktan on the Sichuan Tang Clan.

"Don't tell me you didn't receive the Byeokryeoktan?"

"This?"

Jang So-gil took out a Byeokryeoktan from his bosom with a 'seuk'.

Sima Hui instantly retreated to the wall.

"Hey, you crazy!"

"This won't just explode. Don't be scared."

"Where is there a madman who carries a Byeokryeoktan in his bosom?!"

"Me and Lord Byeokryeokjin."

"Anyway, put it away!"

"Ah, to think the great Sima Military Advisor is scared..."

Jang So-gil, who was putting away the Byeokryeoktan in his bosom while clicking his tongue. In his bosom, a glimpse of a Jincheonroe could also be seen.

This madman had come to work at the Martial Alliance with a Byeokryeoktan and a Jincheonroe.

If he carried it around this much, he would of course carry it in the field.

"Does the Alliance Leader know about that?"

"The Alliance Leader said it looked interesting, so I gave him one."

"Oh, Buddha."

"Just having two Byeokryeoktan and two Jincheonroe in my bosom makes me not afraid of the world. The effect is good. If there's a shitty bastard or I see a Sichuan Tang Clan guy, I can just explode the Byeokryeoktan and blow them all away, and then split their heads with a Jincheonroe, really, hehehehe."

"I didn't see it. I didn't hear it. I don't know."

To think that the inspector of the Martial Alliance of the world carried a Byeokryeokja and a Jincheonroe in his bosom. If it became known outside, along with the fact that Byeokryeokjin had asked him to become his direct disciple, there would be an uproar.

Sima Hui had no choice but to pray to Buddha and the Primeval Lord of Heaven at the same time.

"Ah, please don't use that."

"If it's shitty, I'll use it."

"Don't even joke about it. It's already ominous these days."

"Ominous?"

Sima Hui, who was looking for tea to wet his mouth, touched the wind chime. With a 'jjararang' sound, the sound of jade beads spread, and the maids brought new tea and refreshments. It was because the tea that had been brought at first had grown cold.

Sima Hui, who had refreshed his mouth with warm jujube tea and kumquats soaked in honey, began to speak.

"The number of people who are questioning your martial arts achievements is increasing."

Jang So-gil had entered the martial world at a rather late age. It hadn't been long since he had learned martial arts.

But now, he was at the end of the first-rate masters and was looking at the beginning of the peak masters. It was a speed that transcended common sense.

"If you look at the history of the martial world, there have been cases like you from time to time. The Sword Saint Dugu Wupae of a hundred years ago had first held a sword only when he reached the age of twenty, but was called the Sword Saint at the age of thirty. And closer to home, there is our Alliance Leader, who fell like a comet and soared like a divine dragon to the position of Alliance Leader. Besides them, there are not a few who have achieved high achievements in a short period of time."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Even if we say your internal energy was obtained with the Fierce Bull Live Bezoar Pill. In terms of martial arts achievement, it's because you don't seem to be a genius like them."

In terms of business acumen or strategy, he was clearly in the ranks of a genius, but he did not seem to be a genius in martial arts. But the result was that of a genius. Then, a hundred out of a hundred. One would come to think of one thing.

"That this bastard has entered the martial arts library."

"Ah..."

"The two-thousand-tael contract between you and the Alliance Leader is not known outside. The only people in the world who know are probably you, me, the Alliance Leader, and Yang Gwan."

The reason why Jang So-gil and Sima Hui's entry into the martial arts library was kept secret was simple. Because no sect in the martial world wanted someone to enter the martial arts library.

The library, which had been created because of the threat of the Demonic Cult, stored the martial arts manuals, which were the history and life of the sects. But no matter which sect it was, if they thought that someone else was looking at their manual, they would feel unbearably unpleasant and a sense of crisis. If they knew the truth, they would of course rebel.

"There's no definite evidence, but your growth is building up circumstantial evidence."

"My martial arts level is what it is. But there haven't been many cases where the martial arts I use have been known outside, have there?"

"I know that you have carried out your heroic journey quite wisely. You have beheaded all those who have seen your martial arts, and you have not even shown a fragment of your martial arts to the trivial ones."

"Yes, that's right."

"That's why it's only circumstantial evidence. If there was physical evidence, there are many who would have risen up right away."

Since martial arts manuals were involved with so many people, it couldn't be helped.

"So, just like you're trying to improve the Zixia Divine Art this time. It's necessary to improve the original as much as possible without learning it as it is."

"Understood. Then who is leading the fuss?"

"I don't know. It's a rumor that has spread so widely that I can't gauge the source."

"What's your personal guess, Brother?"

"Namgung Yeohwa of the Namgung Clan, and Zhuge Xian of the Zhuge Clan."

"The reason is, of course..."

"Because they have the ability and skill to incite."

Jang So-gil nodded his head. It matched his own thoughts.

As expected, Namgung Yeohwa and Zhuge Xian were dangerous.

It was a good thing he had eliminated Seok Pacheon in the early stages, the two sighed at the same time.

Then Jang So-gil grinned and patted his bosom.

"It seems I'll have a use for this soon."

"Hey."

"Don't worry, Brother Hui. One shot of the Byeokryeoktan will clear up all the indigestion."

Sima Hui's stomach ached. This fellow was twisting his intestines. Pressing his aching stomach, his eyes twitched.

"Really. Don't do it."

"Brother, don't say 'don't do it'."

"Why?"

"If you say 'don't do it', it makes me want to do it. Why do you keep provoking me?"

"..."

I want to punch him once.

No, I want to punch him twice.

"Primeval Lord of Heaven..."

Sima Hui, praying to the Primeval Lord of Heaven, just looked out the window.

(End of Chapter)