Became a God-Level M Chapter 209 : It Will Not Change

Chapter 209: It Will Not Change

"That young man is the Hao Sect Leader?"

"Don’t believe it. Our Clan Leader told us not to trust anything about the Hao Sect Leader."

The martial artists of the Special Task Force each reacted differently as they stared intently at the Hao Sect Leader.

Moyong Hyeon was no exception. Especially because he had spoken so harshly earlier, his feelings grew increasingly complicated.

The man who introduced himself as the Hao Sect Leader let out a cackling laugh as if enjoying their gazes and reactions.

"Believe if you want to, and doubt if you must. I didn’t co here to ask for your favor, and you’re not in a position to gain anything from , so what does it matter?"

There was sothing strange about the man’s presence.

He tended to speak at length once he opened his mouth, and despite the confusion his words brought, everyone felt as though they were being drawn in.

Whether he truly was the Hao Sect Leader or not, everyone instinctively sensed that this man was no ordinary person.

The man continued.

"Ah, right. Even if I can’t give you information, I can offer sothing else. I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but I’m one of the top physiognomists in the Central Plains."

With that, the Hao Sect Leader slowly and carefully examined the faces of the martial artists in the hall.

So intentionally turned their heads to avoid being seen, while a few, including the Diancang Sect's Mad Dragon, smiled with curiosity.

The man grinned back at Mad Dragon and said,

"You’ve got quite a nasty temper, don’t you?"

"That’s sothing the whole world knows, even without a physiognomist."

"And do they all know you’re a big coward too?"

That caused a stir throughout the hall.

How could soone with a nickna that included the character for "mad" be a coward? His aggressive temperant was already widely known.

While most wore stunned expressions, Mad Dragon and Seo Yu-gyeom exchanged a knowing glance.

Seo Yu-gyeom had clashed briefly with Mad Dragon before—when the latter had cast a lustful gaze toward Seo Yu-gyeom’s sister, Hwa Yeon-seol.

Seo Yu-gyeom had known even then that Mad Dragon had feared him.

'That bastard is more cowardly than he looks. But even so, that alone isn’t enough proof.'

So far, everything the man had said could have co from anyone.

Even Seo Yu-gyeom began to take an interest in the man. After all, not even Deathshroud’s assassins had been able to gather much information about the Hao Sect Leader.

Suddenly, Seo Yu-gyeom’s gaze t the man’s. And at that mont, he could no longer doubt the man’s identity.

— Stick close to Guest Dragon. Of all the stars in the world, only his can shield you from the Heaven-Slaying Star you were born with.

Simultaneously, Seo Yu-gyeom gripped the Heaven-Slaying Dagger, but Jin Seong-un grabbed his wrist.

As Jin Seong-un gently shook his head, Seo Yu-gyeom glared at the man but let go of the dagger.

The man went on.

"Now then, anyone else curious about their fate? It’s not a chance that cos easily."

Tang So-yeon stepped forward.

Raising her hand, she asked with her signature bright voice,

"When will I get married? To whom? When? Where?"

Everyone wore dumbfounded expressions, as if she were at an actual fortune-telling house.

Only the man looked seriously at Tang So-yeon, then chuckled softly.

"It won’t be easy."

"Why not!"

"The ones who like you won’t et your family’s standards. And the one you like won’t even glance at your family."

"Hey! I’m from the Tang Clan, you know?"

"No need to boast—your deep green eyes already say as much."

Tang So-yeon squinted at the man in displeasure.

‘Honestly, who would dare look down on the Tang Clan…….’

At that mont, she t eyes with two people. Co to think of it, there were people who didn’t think much of her clan’s power and influence.

Tang So-yeon cleared her throat awkwardly as the man's physiognomy reading continued.

To Seung-ryong of Shaolin, he said he was gentle on the outside but strong within. To Namgung Rin of Sword Phoenix, he made a vicious remark about betraying her parents, nearly getting himself slashed.

To Moyong Hyeon and Jeonghyeon of the Qingcheng Sect, he blatantly called them devious two-faced bastards, and to the Beggars’ Union’s young prodigy, he simply said, “You stink, go take a bath.”

Aside from Seung-ryong, most of his comnts were harsh. Then his gaze shifted to Jin Seong-un.

The Special Task Force martial artists, who had by now beco absorbed in the man’s words, watched with tense expressions.

Jin Seong-un, too, found himself curious and stared back.

"Hmm, did I misread the man? The Guest Dragon I heard about and saw wasn’t like this……"

The man groaned slightly.

As everyone’s curiosity mounted, he finally continued.

Seo Yu-gyeom urged him to speak, while Jin Seong-un felt a wave of tension.

The man finally said,

"This might sound a bit immoral, but… you’re the type to go through five to seven masters."

The kind of insult usually hurled at Lü Bu of the Three Kingdoms era—who was rumored to have three fathers!

As fathers and masters were considered equivalent, this was a deeply disrespectful comnt.

While the crowd stirred, only Jin Seong-un, Seo Yu-gyeom, and Seomun Ak wore awkward expressions.

Jin Seong-un thought of the Five Martial Gods, while Seo Yu-gyeom and Seomun Ak were well aware of how vastly different Jin Seong-un’s martial arts techniques were from one another.

As the atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly awkward, Seo Yu-gyeom quickly interjected.

"Enough of that. Just give us the information."

"Did you leave sothing in my care?"

"Weren’t you the one who said you ca to give sothing to Jin Seong-un?"

Seo Yu-gyeom was now certain—the man was the Hao Sect Leader.

To singlehandedly dominate a gathering of the heirs of the Nine Sects One Gang and the Five Great Clans…

The insight and presence he displayed were not sothing an ordinary man could possess.

The man—the Hao Sect Leader—smiled warmly and said,

"Ah, that’s right. It’s a very serious matter, so let’s move sowhere else to talk."

The Hao Sect Leader then looked at the Special Task Force martial artists with a teasing grin.

At this point, the mood in the room was completely under his control. No one even dared to get angry.

Still smiling, the Hao Sect Leader moved with light steps that bordered on frivolous.

Jin Seong-un’s residence.

The three sat with the Hao Sect Leader around a tea table.

After a brief, inexplicable standoff of glances, the Hao Sect Leader spoke.

"As I said, I’m here to give you information about the Myriad Gold Manor. More precisely, about Mu-gung."

Jin Seong-un’s eyes widened slightly.

Mu-gung was the organization Lee Seowon had discovered by infiltrating the Myriad Gold Manor’s records.

The Hao Sect Leader nodded.

"Seems you already know about Mu-gung. I suppose that’s how you ended up here in Lanzhou."

"You an the Hao Sect also knew about this?"

"Of course. We’re the Hao Sect—we’re not on the sa level as those slow-witted beggars of the Beggars’ Union."

"Then why didn’t you stop it?"

Jin Seong-un asked seriously.

If the Hao Sect had known about the existence of Mu-gung and how the children disappeared, couldn’t they have stopped it?

At that, the Hao Sect Leader chuckled and replied,

“For the sa reason as you. The Hao Sect has no power to fight against Mu-gung or the Myriad Gold Manor. How could sothing so lowly fight against those held most high? One would need help. But you, too, weren’t able to ask anyone for help, were you?”

Jin Seong-un imdiately understood what the Hao Sect Leader ant. That there was no one in the current Murim who could be trusted.

The Hao Sect did not possess martial power. Therefore, if they shared information carelessly and that party turned out to be connected to the Myriad Gold Manor, it would lead to disaster.

Jin Seong-un asked, now puzzled.

“Then why are you telling us?”

“Because your physiognomy is good. Though your face reeks of immorality, everything else is excellent. Not a single flaw. And you’re a forr inn waiter, too.”

“……Still going on about physiognomy?”

“I’m serious. It’s not superstition. Now then, let’s take a look at the face of sothing both lowly and noble.”

With that, the Hao Sect Leader looked toward Seomun Ak, who blinked blankly.

Seomun Ak made a face as if trying to look handso.

The Hao Sect Leader continued.

“Well, for starters, you’re not good-looking. You’ve got quite a fierce face. Had you been born on the Black Path, you would’ve struck fear into an entire region. What a sha.”

At the sa ti, Seomun Ak sent a voice transmission to Jin Seong-un. Still a bit unpolished, but understandable.

— This guy’s a quack. Let’s hit him.

As Seomun Ak began circulating his inner qi, the Hao Sect Leader went on.

“However, strangely, you carry the aura of a chivalrous hero. You’re bound to beco a more renowned hero than your father—but the path will not be easy.”

Seomun Ak cald his qi.

He corrected his voice transmission.

— He’s definitely the Hao Sect Leader. Let’s trust him.

Jin Seong-un gave Seomun Ak a bewildered look.

Seomun Ak’s gaze toward the Hao Sect Leader had already ward significantly.

“Well, anyway, the fact that you’re a forr inn waiter and the three of you gathered here all work in inns—that alone is more than enough reason for

to help you. So stop pestering .”

“……”

“The Hao Sect doesn’t need a reason to help inn waiters, courtesans, coachn, ferryn, or porters. We don’t ask for anything in return. But just this once, I’ll make an exception. Before I give you the information, I want you to make

a promise.”

“……What is it?”

Jin Seong-un stared at the Hao Sect Leader.

The Hao Sect Leader nodded slightly and continued.

“To never change.”

“What does that…”

The Hao Sect Leader’s ever-grinning eyes suddenly darkened like pitch-black ink.

“It’s a difficult promise, so think it over carefully. Everything in this world changes. Even that massive rock mountain you see through the window—ten years from now, it’ll be worn down by wind and footsteps, subtly altered. The mountain itself stayed still, but outside forces constantly reshaped it.”

“……”

“And how much more so for a person’s heart? But I hope you won’t change. That you’ll always remain as you are now.”

Jin Seong-un quietly reflected on the Hao Sect Leader’s words.

Seomun Ak, who had already accepted him, and Seo Yu-gyeom, who remained wary but cautious, did the sa.

Jin Seong-un spoke.

“How can I prove whether my heart has changed or not? It’s not sothing I can take out and show you.”

“You’ll have to entrust it to your conscience.”

“……What kind of answer is that?”

Jin Seong-un genuinely thought he had encountered a truly strange person.

The Hao Sect Leader laughed heartily as if he found this entertaining.

“Think about it. You’re already strong. Tomorrow, you’ll be stronger. The day after that, even more so. But if you later break your promise, what could I possibly do? What, I’ll sit in a corner cursing you? ‘A real man shouldn’t speak twice with the sa mouth!’ ‘Go choke on sothing and die!’ ‘Catch a cold and croak!’ That’s all I could do.”

Jin Seong-un looked at him, dumbfounded.

The more they spoke, the more convinced he was that this man was truly bizarre.

Even so, the conversation wasn’t unpleasant. On the contrary, Jin Seong-un could feel the man’s depth even through such a brief exchange.

“Will you make the promise?”

“I’m not sure I can make that guarantee, but I can say one thing.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“No matter how many decades pass, I will continue to run my inn.”

The Hao Sect Leader gave a thumbs-up and let out a strange cry of admiration.

“Grrrreat!”

His burning, intense gaze surged toward Jin Seong-un as if to pierce him. The fervor in his eyes was blatant.

The Hao Sect Leader said,

“Should I move the Hao Sect’s main base to the Seong-un Inn?”

“……No, that’s a bit much.”

“That’s not your decision to make.”

“?”

The Hao Sect Leader burst out laughing.

“If I say I’ll move it, then I will. It’s a decentralized, mobile organization to begin with. Everyone’s a Hao Sect mber while living as ordinary folks. What can you do if they start coming and going from your inn? Puhaha!”

“……”

“Just kidding. I know your personality well enough. So don’t worry. In any case, I’ll take it as your promise…”

He paused, glancing at both Seomun Ak and Seo Yu-gyeom before continuing.

“In the northwestern region of Gansu Province—Great Snow Mountain. Recently, so of the Hanma Heaven bastards from the Demonic Cult have been going in and out of that place.”

Jin Seong-un, Seo Yu-gyeom, and Seomun Ak’s eyes all widened at once.

The Wudang Sect’s Head of Martial Studies, Hyeon Baek, had said that the forbidden art they were trying to complete by sacrificing children was the very sa as Hanma Heaven’s grand technique.

If Hanma Heaven had been there, then it could only an that Mu-gung was located in that place.

Jin Seong-un rose from his seat. Now that their destination was clear, there was no reason to delay.

Seo Yu-gyeom and Seomun Ak did the sa. Both looked slightly tense, realizing anew that a direct clash with the Myriad Gold Manor could happen at any mont.

As the three prepared to leave, sorting their thoughts, the Hao Sect Leader took a leisurely sip of tea and said in a passing tone,

“But shouldn’t you catch it first?”

At that, all three froze mid-step. The Hao Sect Leader continued.

“There may be a spy within the Special Task Force. I have quite a decent plan for that—would you like to hear it?”