Vol 2 Chapter 76. I’ll Handle You Two Personally (1)
Once everything had been settled, Chu Un-hwi received a carrier pigeon sent from the Beggars’ Sect and checked the information.
“It seems something quite unusual is happening.”
“What do you mean? Great Master Chu.”
“Not only here in Gansu Province, but orthodox sects all across the martial world have been attacked simultaneously.”
“All at the same time?”
“Yes. It appears they took advantage of the fact that the sect leaders had all gathered at Shaolin to launch surprise assaults.”
“Hm….”
Go Seok-hyeon fell silent for a moment before speaking.
“Do we know what happened to each sect?”
Chu Un-hwi let out a sigh and replied.
“The damage to the mid- and small-sized sects was the most severe. The Nine Sects and One Gang and the Five Great Families managed to repel the attackers, but some of them still suffered considerable losses.”
“The Nine Sects and the Five Great Families?”
“Even without their sect leaders present, the foundations of renowned sects are never light. Especially among the Nine Sects and the Five Great Families, there are Supreme Elders who are even more monstrous than the sect leaders themselves. However….”
“Kunlun Sect, Emei Sect, and the Moyong Clan reportedly suffered heavy damage.”
“How could they….”
“High-ranking disciples of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor were involved.”
“Even so, the Nine Sects and the Five Great Families aren’t exactly easy targets, are they?”
At Go Seok-hyeon’s words, Chu Un-hwi shook his head.
“The individual who appeared at the Moyong Clan was said to be the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor’s third disciple, the Red-Brow Divine Demon Jo Se-geuk.”
“Ah….”
All of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor’s disciples were masters, but those in the upper ranks were on an entirely different level.
“It is said he personally cut down the Moyong Clan’s elders and burned their estate.”
“Hoo….”
“The one who appeared at Emei Sect was Poison Prince Dang Gye-gwang. He is the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor’s fifth disciple, and his poison arts have reached an extraordinary realm.”
“…….”
“As for Kunlun Sect, we do not know who appeared there, but it is likely that formidable figures were involved as well.”
“Huuuu. We were fortunate.”
The disciples of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor who had invaded Gansu Province were masters as well, but compared to those mentioned earlier, their reputations were relatively light.
Thinking it a stroke of luck, Go Seok-hyeon felt relieved, but Chu Un-hwi thought the opposite.
‘No. It might actually have been better if those monsters had come here instead.’
Of course, they might have struggled more and suffered heavier losses.
But here…
“Ahaaam…. Such niiiice weather.”
Wasn’t that monster here?
That monster enjoying a carefree life, holding a wine flask in his right hand and a peerless beauty clinging to his left.
According to the Beggars’ Sect’s intelligence, the Evil-Breaking Swordsman was evaluated as an extreme master on the verge of reaching the State of Harmony.
But….
‘Whoever gathered that intel needs to be hung upside down and tortured.’
Extreme master, my ass.
They probably underestimated his strength because he came from a mid-sized sect and his visible activities were limited.
That thing is a monster.
At the absolute pinnacle of the State of Harmony.
No, perhaps even someone who had reached the legendary realm beyond it.
On the surface, he looked like a pathetic loafer, a hopeless thug, a lazy drunkard….
“Hm? Are you badmouthing me in your head right now?”
“Cough, no.”
“Tsk. Feels like you are….”
“…….”
His instincts were annoyingly sharp.
In any case, it was certain that his martial arts had reached a heavenly realm.
Even if disciples of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor had come to Gansu Province, they would not have left behind even their bones.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Un-hwi spoke.
“Evil-Breaking Swordsman.”
“Huh? What. I don’t have money.”
“Who are you calling a beggar?”
“You.”
“Ah, right. I am a beggar.”
After briefly sorting out his identity crisis, Chu Un-hwi continued.
“How do you interpret the current situation?”
“Do I really need to spell it out? It’s obvious.”
“Obvious? What do you mean….”
Patrick spoke as if the question itself were ridiculous.
“Are you seriously asking because you don’t know? Tsk tsk tsk. The people handling intelligence are this dull….”
Chu Un-hwi’s face flushed, but he couldn’t back down.
After all, weren’t beggars a breed that lived with thick skin?
“This foolish beggar does not know. If there is something our sect has overlooked, please enlighten us.”
“Oh? Curious?”
“I wish to hear your insight.”
Chu Un-hwi spoke earnestly.
Patrick, in turn, extended his hand with equal seriousness.
“If you’re curious, five nyang.”
“…….”
Of all people, he was trying to fleece money from a beggar?
Beside Chu Un-hwi, who was radiating extreme disgust, Go Seok-hyeon spoke up.
“Elder Bong-gong. I too am curious about your discerning eye. Please share your thoughts.”
“Ah, if the sect leader asks like that, I suppose I have to explain.”
Patrick continued.
“Think about it. The orthodox sects are forming a Martial Alliance to keep the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor’s disciples in check, right?”
“That is correct. But why does that matter?”
“Put yourself in the shoes of the unorthodox faction. If the orthodox sects are gathering strength to crush you, would you really just sit back and watch?”
“Hm….”
“The orthodox side has a nasty habit of underestimating the unorthodox. But the unorthodox aren’t lazy or stupid. They’re bad and vicious, yes, but not idiots.”
“…….”
“When they sense danger, they move however they can to find a way to survive.”
“Then are you saying the unorthodox faction launched a preemptive strike before the orthodox could unite?”
“Exactly. These simultaneous attacks are clearly not a coincidence. There’s someone orchestrating them.”
“That much is true.”
“Then what do you think that mastermind is aiming for?”
Chu Un-hwi’s expression changed as realization dawned on him.
“To weaken the orthodox martial world’s power and sow fear.”
“Oh, using your head now.”
“Then their ultimate goal is….”
“An Orthodox–Unorthodox War.”
“…….”
“…….”
That single phrase darkened both Chu Un-hwi’s and Go Seok-hyeon’s expressions.
Throughout the history of the martial world, it had happened many times.
A war in which the orthodox and unorthodox factions clashed with everything they had for supremacy.
The so-called Orthodox–Unorthodox War.
As long as the martial world existed and the two sides remained opposed, it was a war that would never truly disappear.
And now it was about to happen again.
“How could such a tragedy….”
Go Seok-hyeon sighed and asked Patrick.
“Elder Bong-gong, will a war truly break out?”
“Judging by the flow so far, it will, nine times out of ten.”
“…Is there no way to prevent it beforehand?”
“No.”
Patrick answered without hesitation, then continued.
“The decision to form the Martial Alliance has already been made, and the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor’s disciples will be gathering their forces as well. When massive powers gather, they are bound to collide.”
“…….”
“This is an unavoidable war. Sect Leader, I hope you think carefully about how to lead your sect through it.”
Go Seok-hyeon nodded heavily at Patrick’s words.
Patrick then turned to Chu Un-hwi.
“The Beggars’ Sect didn’t come to Shaolin this time, did it?”
“Cough. That’s right.”
“Why not?”
Chu Un-hwi sighed deeply before answering.
“We could not unify opinions internally.”
“Hah…?”
“There were concerns that if the Beggars’ Sect joined the Martial Alliance, we would be treated merely as a subordinate intelligence organization and exploited….”
Patrick let out a short laugh.
“You’re telling me that kind of bullshit actually came out of the Beggars’ Sect?”
Chu Un-hwi covered his face with both hands in despair.
“Those damned beggar bastards.”
“Are you allowed to insult your own sect?”
“So what? Calling beggars beggars.”
“…….”
This one was really something.
The Beggars’ Sect had always been rough, crude, and informal for an orthodox sect, but it hadn’t been this extreme.
‘Is he the strange one, or has the Beggars’ Sect gotten even more messed up than it was two hundred years ago?’
Maybe it was both.
In any case, the mystery of why the Beggars’ Sect hadn’t gone to Shaolin was solved.
There were internal factions opposing joining the Martial Alliance.
They were asking what they would gain from it.
The Beggars’ Sect was weighing profits.
The very beggars who were said to sacrifice their lives solely for chivalry at the lowest rung of the world.
Shame filled Chu Un-hwi’s face, impossible to hide.
Seeing him like that, Patrick sighed.
“Our sect owes you quite a lot this time.”
“What are you suddenly talking about….”
“If you have the will, call for me.”
“……?”
“I’ll help you once.”
“Wait, that means….”
Just as Chu Un-hwi was about to say something—
“Elder Bong-gong!”
A Twin Dragon Sect disciple ran over in a hurry.
“Mu-won? What is it?”
“The senior disciple has returned.”
“Good. Tell him to come in.”
“Ah, but he brought many guests with him.”
“Guests? What kind of guests?”
“That is….”
“Never mind. Let’s go see for ourselves.”
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Mun Yul had returned.
Persona, Mun Yul, Yun-a, and Sanghun stood before Patrick and Go Seok-hyeon, offering a formal salute.
“Disciple Mun Yul and three fellow disciples report our safe return to the Twin Dragon Sect.”
“Hahaha. Raise your heads.”
Seeing his disciple’s face after so long, Go Seok-hyeon smiled warmly.
“I heard you took second place in the martial competition. Well done, Yul.”
“It is all thanks to Master's teachings.”
“It was Elder Bong-gong who taught you.”
“I learned the sword from Elder Bong-gong, but it was you alone, Master, who accepted me and raised me.”
“Hahaha, you rascal….”
Go Seok-hyeon stroked his beard in admiration.
This was now a disciple who had achieved fame throughout the martial world, far beyond what he deserved.
How could he not be proud?
“I accepted you back then—”
“Ah, let’s save that for later.”
Patrick shattered the warm atmosphere without mercy and glanced behind them.
Behind Mun Yul and the disciples offering greetings stood several others.
“First, three brats from the Namgung Clan.”
That much had been expected.
He had agreed to take them in under the guise of training.
“The kids behind them look familiar….”
“Peng Mu-seong of the Hebei Peng Clan.”
“Jaegal Mun of the Jaegal Clan.”
“Ah. Those two from back then.”
Right. That was also predictable.
They were two of the guys who had been following Sona around like puppies.
They must have followed her here.
But the real problem was behind them.
“And who are the young ladies?”
The women stepped forward and respectfully clasped their fists toward Patrick.
“I am Im Yeon-hwa of the Emei Sect.”
“I am Woo Seo-a of the Mount Hua Sect.”
“I am Moyong Hye of the Moyong Clan.”
“I am Dang Nan-ok of the Sichuan Tang Clan.”
At a glance, four remarkably beautiful young women had followed them.
And the atmosphere among them looked rather subtle and complicated.
Seeing them subtly sizing each other up, Patrick called out.
“Sona.”
“What?”
“Why are they here?”
Sona shrugged.
“They followed Yul.”
Mun Yul of the Twin Dragon Sect.
The name of a man whose life had reached its peak.
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After returning to the Twin Dragon Sect, Mun Yul reunited with his fellow disciples he hadn’t seen in a long time—
“Ptooey.”
“Wow…. This is wrong. This isn’t right.”
“Some of us were fighting for our lives against unorthodox scum….”
“Traitor.”
“Punish him! Punish him! Punish—.”
But it was impossible.
What greeted him were only the looks of disgust and contempt from his fellow disciples, as if staring at a traitor.
Pathetic fools.
Grown men getting jealous.
With no choice, Mun Yul went over to the nearby disciple Mi Ryeong and spoke.
“Haha. Mi Ryeong, it’s been a while. I heard you went through a lot while I was gone—”
SMACK.
Mi Ryeong slapped his hand off her shoulder, as if brushing away something filthy, then went straight to Patrick.
“Elder Bong-gong. My uniform’s been contaminated. Buy me a new one.”
“Tsk tsk, you should’ve been more careful….”
These little—
Mun Yul’s hand moved toward his sword.
“Yul. Come here and report first.”
Patrick called him.
Right. No matter what, official matters came first.
Sighing, Mun Yul approached Patrick.
“As you instructed, Elder Bong-gong, I witnessed the formation of the Martial Alliance at Shaolin.”
“Good. And?”
“The abbot—rather, the Alliance Leader—asked me to deliver this to you.”
Mun Yul took something out from his robes and held it out.
It was a silver token, its characters engraved by a master.
The words Twin Dragon Unit were clearly carved into it.
“He asked that you take the position of unit leader and command the unit.”
Patrick Schneider.
He had officially become a unit leader of the Martial Alliance.
What was the martial world coming to?
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