Became a God-Level M Chapter 214 : He Had No Shortage of Money

Chapter 214: He Had No Shortage of Money

Great Snow Mountain, located at the far northwestern edge of Gansu Province.

True to its na, it was a mountain perpetually blanketed in thick white snow all year round.

Amidst the hazy snowstorm that obscured the entire landscape, a massive manor stood out in sharp contrast.

“We’ll have to halt the supply of materials for a while.”

Inside a wide secret chamber, the walls entirely covered in iron, a woman’s voice echoed briefly, rebounding off the walls.

An elderly man sat across the table from her, letting out a low hum. His hair and eyebrows were entirely white, as if he had trudged through the blizzard himself.

He looked at the woman with pale blue eyes and asked,

“Why is that?”

“The Murim Alliance has mobilized in full. We’ve spent the last three years gathering a thousand children, and now only a hundred remain. It wouldn’t do to act hastily and ruin everything at this point.”

The old man slowly nodded.

Throughout history, the most common point of failure for those preparing for a grand plan was right before its completion.

After carefully and covertly managing everything, people tended to let their guard down just as the goal was in sight.

The old man had no intention of repeating history’s mistakes.

“It’s better to lay low for now. I’ll make a move to divert the Murim Alliance’s attention as soon as I return to the Divine Cult.”

The Murim Alliance’s greatest objective was to keep the Heavenly Demon Cult in check.

Thus, even the slightest stir from the Heavenly Demon Cult could cause other matters to be quickly forgotten.

As the woman stood up and bowed gracefully, the old man responded.

“Thank you, as always, Master.”

Ha Cheong-a, the second daughter of Myriad Gold Manor.

She had ford a master-disciple relationship with the old man.

The reason was simple.

People of the Demonic Cult and those of the Central Plains were fundantally different. However, to carry out joint endeavors, they needed to trust each other more than anyone else.

Such bonds were often established through marriage, but if circumstances didn’t allow, forming a master-disciple relationship was also common.

In response to Ha Cheong-a’s polite greeting, the old man, Han Seo-pung, waved his hand.

“That’s enough. This is also the long-cherished wish of our Hanma Heaven. If it weren’t for the interference of Sword Demon Heaven and Poison Demon Heaven, we could have practiced the great arts freely within the cult…”

They used Reverse Heaven techniques to forcibly create prodigies. These forced prodigies rarely lived beyond two or three years, but the martial arts developed through their insight endured forever.

It was how Hanma Heaven, one of the Seven Demon Heavens of the Demonic Cult, had grown thus far.

But at so point, other factions began to interfere with Hanma Heaven’s thods.

In the Demonic Cult, where the law of the strong prevailed, it was only natural to prevent other factions from growing stronger.

If Hanma Heaven had produced the current Cult Leader, they could have proceeded without concern, but the current leader was not from Hanma Heaven.

“It’s truly right before our eyes now.”

Except for the hundred children, all the materials and preparations were complete.

As always, the Murim Alliance would only feign concern for a brief mont before shifting their attention elsewhere.

That would be the mont the Great Art would be carried out.

Elder Han Seo-pung of Hanma Heaven glanced at a man standing slightly behind Ha Cheong-a.

A middle-aged man with a cold, composed presence, like a blade carved from ice.

‘He’s tempting.’

A glint of greed flickered in Han Seo-pung’s eyes.

He had heard that the man had been assigned as a guard by the Master of Myriad Gold Manor himself. Even within Hanma Heaven, it was rare to see soone of such martial prowess at that age.

Han Seo-pung, known for his desire to collect talent, was certainly intrigued. But coveting the people of an ally right before a great undertaking was unwise.

Just as he was smacking his lips in regret, the man, who had kept his head bowed the entire ti, suddenly stepped forward and spoke.

“Palace Head, soone is approaching Martial Palace.”

At the man’s report, Ha Cheong-a and Han Seo-pung exchanged glances.

Ha Cheong-a furrowed her brow.

“Could it be soone from Hanma Heaven?”

“There’s no one expected.”

“It’s the sa for Myriad Gold Manor. Then…”

Ha Cheong-a’s eyes darted briefly.

She, too, was a direct descendant of the Manor Master of Myriad Gold Manor.

The third son, Ha Joo-yeon, was exceptionally foolish, but the eldest son and second daughter had inherited the Manor Master’s blood fully.

Ha Cheong-a soon spoke.

“It must be Guest Dragon. But this fast?”

She had been aware that, aside from the Murim Alliance’s Special Task Force, Guest Dragon was also tracking Martial Palace.

But she hadn’t expected them to close in so quickly, so she hadn’t felt the need to hurry.

When Ha Cheong-a saw Han Seo-pung’s hands montarily turn pale white, she said,

“Master, please wait here with the warriors of Hanma Heaven for a while. I’ll talk to them and send them away.”

Han Seo-pung looked concerned for a mont, but Ha Cheong-a was confident.

Even if it wasn’t just Guest Dragon but the Murim Alliance Leader himself, there was nothing to be found in this Martial Palace.

It was a deanor befitting soone noble, as though beyond the reach of the Murim Alliance’s influence. Moyong Hyeon, who had a degree of authority in such matters, frowned and spoke.

“Myriad Gold Manor intends to completely disregard the Murim Alliance's request? Why did the young lady of Myriad Gold Manor establish a villa in the middle of these snowy mountains in the first place? If no proper reason is given, we’ll have no choice but to conduct a search.”

He had said similar things countless tis to Jin Seong-un, so it rolled off his tongue smoothly. Using authority and backing to pressure others was Moyong Hyeon’s specialty.

From behind, Seomun Ak clicked his tongue and muttered, “Wow, that’s what experience looks like.”

And behind Seomun Ak, Seo Yu-gyeom muttered, “Look who’s talking,” and also clicked his tongue.

Regardless of them, Ha Cheong-a stared at the gold plaque of the Murim Alliance Moyong Hyeon had presented and then spoke.

“My father sent

here to recuperate because I’ve been suffering from a fever. The cold air helps.”

As she spoke, Ha Cheong-a suddenly rolled up her sleeve all the way to the shoulder, revealing her thin arm.

Surprised by the sudden motion, Moyong Hyeon and the other n quickly turned their heads. Ha Cheong-a, unfazed, continued speaking.

“Can you see? From my forearm to my shoulder, the skin is this red. I even sent a letter to the Divine Physician, but he refused, saying he was too busy helping the poor. I heard Guest Dragon is acquainted with the Divine Physician, so you can verify it later if you'd like.”

“Ahem, understood, but your sleeve, please…”

As Moyong Hyeon spoke, Ha Cheong-a lowered her sleeve again.

“You told

to prove it.”

“That’s not what I ant.”

Moyong Hyeon quickly backtracked.

Rumors were strange like that—there was every possibility that sothing like, “The eldest son of the Moyong Clan made a humiliating demand of the second daughter of Myriad Gold Manor using the Murim Alliance's authority,” would start spreading.

With a serene smile, Ha Cheong-a said,

“In any case, that’s why I’m here. Is that enough of an explanation?”

“Ahem.”

Moyong Hyeon cleared his throat.

Then Jin Seong-un, who had been silently listening to their exchange, suddenly spoke up.

“No matter how rich Myriad Gold Manor is, do you an to say there are nearly a hundred people here just to care for one sick person?”

Not only Hyeon-un, but the others also spread their senses widely. Yet, only soone like Hyeon-un could accurately sense the number.

Hyeon-un nodded, adding weight to Jin Seong-un’s question.

Ha Cheong-a let out a quiet sigh.

“That’s how unimaginably wealthy we are.”

“There are quite a few who’ve trained in martial arts.”

“You never know what might happen in the mountains.”

“If you're innocent, step aside.”

Ha Cheong-a let out a scoff.

“And if I refuse?”

“There are two options. The na of Myriad Gold Manor ca from the mouths of Qingcheng Sect daoists. One way is that we, mbers of the Special Task Force, return to the Alliance. The Alliance Leader, the Chief Strategist, the Five Great Clans, and the Nine Sects will convene and formally invade.”

“And the other?”

“A quicker thod.”

Jin Seong-un placed his hand on the saber hanging from his waist. Ha Cheong-a’s eyes narrowed at the sight.

“So, you’re going to resolve this with force after all. I don’t an to belittle martial artists, but you’re all the sa.”

“It’s because we must be certain.”

“Fine. If such powerful people co brandishing weapons and tell a re rchant to step aside, what could I possibly do? Then how about this?”

After a short breath, Ha Cheong-a continued.

“As I said, I’m a rchant. If I comply with the search and prove my innocence, how will you all compensate for your rudeness?”

“What do you want?”

“If you have no other suggestions… money, I suppose? We are rchants, after all.”

Jin Seong-un nodded.

Then Ha Cheong-a spoke.

“Ten thousand nyang in gold. That should suffice as compensation for the disgrace Myriad Gold Manor would suffer at the hands of martial artists resorting to violence. Will you all agree to the deal?”

Ten thousand nyang in gold was enough to outright purchase two or three mid-sized sects.

Ha Cheong-a was making a threat under the guise of a deal.

If they found nothing, she would extract enough money to shake the foundations of each of their factions.

Myriad Gold Manor had the power to do just that. Normally it wouldn’t be possible, but with the excuse of having suffered humiliation through force, it was feasible.

At that, not only Moyong Hyeon but also Tang So-yeon, Hwamyeong, and even Hyeon-un flinched.

“Surely no one would say that price is excessive… unless Myriad Gold Manor looks like a roadside stall to you.”

Ha Cheong-a already knew the answer.

There was no way they could accept the proposal here and now. Even as heirs of their clans and sects, the amount was too large for them to decide on their own.

Moreover, without definitive evidence beyond testimonies, they had co here with only a small group.

‘If they had real evidence, the Murim Alliance would’ve ford an official task force.’

In short, it was a gamble requiring a heavy price on uncertain grounds.

Even a seasoned rchant would hesitate to answer such a deal, so there was no way re sword-swinging martial artists could accept it.

And yet, Jin Seong-un replied nonchalantly.

“So be it.”

Ha Cheong-a’s expression instantly crumpled.

As he passed by her and entered the Myungong villa, Jin Seong-un said,

“I have more than enough money.”

“…Do you even realize how much money that is?”

“I don’t. But I know I have it.”