Chapter 223
Chapter 223
After some deliberation regarding titles, we settled on Jegal Senior and Tang Junior.
Jegalcheon was someone who shattered my preconceived notions about the Jegal Clan.
Unlike other Jegal people, who appeared delicate like scholars, he was well-built, and his personality was straightforward, not bound by trivial etiquette.
Perhaps that was why he got along so well with Beopgong.
“Hahaha, Tang Junior is an interesting person.”
“I’m glad if Senior is enjoying himself…”
I don’t know what’s so interesting.
He didn’t openly tease me like Beopgong, but he would occasionally chime in with jokes.
The atmosphere naturally brought back old memories, and I had to try hard to think about other things.
Perhaps my darkened expression was noticeable, as Beopgong subtly changed the subject.
“Kid. Did you meet Jin-sung? The Wudang Three Great Disciples have been here for a few days.”
“Not yet. I came straight here to register as soon as I arrived in Wuhan.”
“He’s been loitering near the Tang Clan’s assigned lodging. He seems to be waiting for you, so go see him later. Ah, you don’t have the Alliance entry pass? Should I go with you?”
As Beopgong brought it up, Jegalcheon’s eyes sparkled with interest.
“Are you talking about Sword Dragon? What’s the relationship between him and Tang Junior?”
“It’s youth.”
“Oh, really? Can we expect a martial arts contest between a young man and woman?”
“What? Now that I see it, Monk, you have a talent for literature, not martial arts. Don’t spread rumors. Jin-sung disciple is…”
As I retorted curtly, I met the eyes of a Jegal Clan Martial Artist running towards us with an almost tearful expression.
I closed my mouth at his serious expression, and Jegalcheon also turned his head, sensing something was wrong.
The Martial Artist bowed to Jegalcheon and whispered softly.
“Young Patriarch, something terrible has happened.”
“Why? What is it?”
“The youngest Young master has lost the Invitation letter.”
“…What?”
The smile of Jegalcheon, who was full of composure, cracked.
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Thwack! Thwack!
The sound of the Iron fan cutting through the air and the sound of drums echoed all around.
“Haha. Brother. It seems this older brother has already gone deaf. A drinking bet? What did you bet on the drinking bet? Hahaha!”
“Big brother. I was wrong, Ack! Aack!”
I wanted to applaud Jegalcheon’s beating, which was so precise that it was admirable.
Wow, not a single drop of blood comes out even when he is beating him like that. He would be good as a doctor.
Beopgong, who was watching the feat possible because he knew the structure of the human body accurately, also sided with Jegalcheon with a sullen face.
“Gyu that bastard needs to be beaten more. If he was in his right mind, he wouldn’t bet the Sect Invitation letter on a drinking bet.”
As he said, it was something to be scolded for.
Losing one Invitation letter meant that one Martial Artist who came all the way here to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament could not participate in the tournament.
The problem was that Jegalcheon’s family education was taking place in front of the Martial Arts Tournament registration office.
I looked around and sighed deeply.
It didn’t matter that Jegalcheon’s actions were attracting the attention of passersby.
However, the Alliance officials who were receiving the application were also busy craning their necks to watch, so there was no sign that the registration line would be shortened.
At this rate, it seemed like we would have to stand here until sunset, so I poked Beopgong in the side.
“Aren’t there too many spectators? I don’t think that image is good for the family’s reputation.”
“It’s not the first time he’s caused trouble. We need to embarrass him greatly before he causes bigger trouble to bring him to his senses.”
“I don’t care about that. It’s interfering with my registration, so please take that old man away.”
“Okay. I understand, but it’s annoying.”
This crazy Monk, really. If you hadn’t called the Jegal Young Patriarch in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.
As my expression soured, Beopgong chuckled and said nonsense.
“I’m doing this so you don’t get bored.”
“I’m so touched that you care about me so much. I should pick out some good Poison for the Monk’s scalp health.”
“…Hey. Wait. I’ll stop him.”
As I took out a few of my Poison bottles from my sleeve, Beopgong lowered his tail and looked at Jegalcheon with a smack of his lips.
“Ack! Big brother…! Big brother, I was wrong…!”
“Haha, to make the name of Jegal so ridiculous. I have no face to see my family. Brother.”
“I’ll find it again. I’ll find it and bring it back…!”
“With what means?”
“Even if I have to use force…!”
“You lost the bet, so you’re going to act like Black Blade? Brother. Is Jegal such a place? Is that how this older brother taught you?”
Beopgong hesitated at the louder sound of the beating and gave an awkward smile.
“…Kid. His eyes are rolling. He’ll be back in half an hour, so why don’t we just wait?”
“……”
“Hey, hey. Kid. Don’t do that, let’s just wait a little longer.”
A look of embarrassment appeared on Beopgong’s face as he lowered his voice and whispered.
Just as I was about to say a word with a pout, a familiar name was heard.
“So, who is the one who took the Invitation letter?”
“Yang Clan’s Yang Gyo-jin! It was Yang Gyo-jin!”
…Who?
“Gyu. Didn’t this older brother tell you that I would cut off your tongue if you lied to avoid a crisis?”
“It’s true! Why would I lie to you, brother!”
“I heard that the son-in-law of the Golden Dragon Merchant Group died, so I can’t understand how you met him. How can someone who even had a funeral be walking around in Wuhan? Did you bet with a ghost?”
He’s probably alive and well. More than that, is Yang Gyo-jin also nearby? Is he coming to the tournament?
At Jegalcheon’s roar, his youngest brother hurriedly made excuses.
“He said he was from the Yang Clan himself. He was with Sama Hoseon. Sama Hoseon, that bastard was mocking me…!”
Only then did Beopgong click his tongue as if he understood the whole story.
“That bastard got into an accident because he got into a fight with the Sama Clan guy? Tsk tsk. Those noble family bastards.”
It seemed that the Jegal Clan people did not have a good relationship with the Sama Clan people.
At those words, Jegalcheon seemed to have calmed down a little and opened his mouth, taking the strength out of the hand holding the Iron fan.
“Gyu. It doesn’t matter whether that person is an imposter or a ghost. The important thing is whether you can recover the Invitation letter.”
“Yes, brother.”
“Can you recover it?”
“That, that is…”
As Jegal Gyu couldn’t answer, a murderous aura appeared in Jegalcheon’s eyes.
At the unusual atmosphere, the spectators also began to slowly back away.
The registration staff who was watching was also at a loss and nervously shook his legs.
A commotion had broken out in front of the Alliance, so he had to mediate the situation, but he didn’t have the courage to intervene.
I slyly pulled on the registration staff’s sleeve.
“Excuse me.”
“Yes, Young lady.”
“I’ll get rid of those people for you, so can you register me first?”
“Really?”
“Yes. Hurry up. Quickly.”
He looked back and forth between me and the Jegal people with half-doubt, then hurriedly brought the documents and handed them to me.
It was such a quick process that it made me feel empty after standing in the waiting line for over two hours.
After receiving the registration pass and putting it in my sleeve, I called Jegalcheon in a low voice.
“Excuse me, Jegal Senior.”
At my call, Jegalcheon gave me his attention as he tried to suppress his anger. I met his eyes and calmly continued.
“If it’s Yang Gyo-jin, I think I know him, so why don’t we go together and have a conversation?”
“…Wow. That’s the most welcome story I’ve heard today.”
Joy appeared in Jegalcheon’s voice as he smiled with delight.
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Was it because I had Jegalcheon and his family on my back?
Jegal Gyu, who was heading to the inn where Yang Gyo-jin and Sama Hoseon were, was dignified.
“Hey. Why am I following you?”
“I got involved because of the Monk. Take responsibility to the end.”
“Geez, if I introduce you twice, I’ll end up finding the title deeds of someone else’s house.”
Beopgong, who grumbled, walked far away as if he didn’t want to be seen as part of the Jegal group.
I also slowed down and stood next to Beopgong.
Even though Yang Gyo-jin was a bit foolish, he wasn’t someone you couldn’t talk to, so I was thinking of adding my words if an agreement couldn’t be reached with Jegalcheon.
Soon, Jegal Gyu entered the inn and pointed to a table where Yang Gyo-jin and a man were drinking.
“Brother, that’s the Swordmaster.”
“He’s here again. Didn’t get beaten enough?”
Yang Gyo-jin put down his glass and muttered indifferently as if he wanted them to hear.
Jegalcheon, pretending not to hear, approached and spoke politely.
“Are you Yang Clan’s Yang Gyo-jin?”
“That’s right.”
“I heard that the son-in-law of the Golden Dragon Merchant Group died, is that wrong news?”
Then Yang Gyo-jin answered nonchalantly.
“Yeah. He’s dead.”
“Then, who are you?”
“He’s my twin.”
“The names are the same?”
“The Chinese characters are different.”
Hey. Put some effort into your excuses.
Jegalcheon had a confused expression, but he didn’t argue and changed the subject.
“I am this child’s older brother. I heard that our youngest has been rude to Young hero. I apologize on his behalf.”
“Okay.”
“If you don’t have the Invitation letter, one of our Sect children cannot participate in the tournament. Can you show us mercy just once?”
“I don’t want to. I won it in a bet, so I can use it however I want.”
“I will prepare whatever Young hero requests. If you need money, I’ll give you money, if you want a sword, I’ll give you a sword…”
“I have a lot of money too. My sword is good enough too.”
Yang Gyo-jin waved his hand with a face that showed no interest at all.
Is that your money? It’s Jang Mi-ryeo’s money.
Even with the firm refusal, Jegalcheon did not panic and presented dozens of other conditions.
However, Yang Gyo-jin did not budge.
Unable to watch any longer, I slipped my head into the crowd.
“Hey, Yang Gyo-jin. Do you really need that? Can’t you just give it away for a reasonable price?”
“Oh, it’s So-hye!”
When Yang Gyo-jin saw me, he jumped up and tried to run over and hug me.
Reflexively, I slammed him to the ground and held a Flying Dagger to his neck.
At the same time, everyone’s attention was focused on me.
I made eye contact with Jegalcheon and swallowed hard.
His pupils were shaking like crazy.
…Ah. This isn’t it.
