Became a God-Level M Chapter 237 : Jang Gwang the Deliveryman

Chapter 237: Jang Gwang the Deliveryman

Jin Seong-un lightly channeled his qi and examined the Emperor’s entire ridian system in detail.

He had learned a fair amount from his master, the Noble Enchantress, who was a master of internal arts, but since this bordered on the realm of dicine, he approached it with heightened caution and delicacy.

‘Indeed, the qi and blood flow are not normal.’

A person’s ridians were like a labyrinth, interwoven with hundreds and thousands of pathways.

Thus, unless one was a martial master of high level, it was rare for all ridians to be in optimal condition.

Even with several damaged ridians, most people lived without issue.

But the Emperor’s current condition was different.

‘The ridian running through the Divine Court Acupoint is unstable.’

In the realm of dicine, consistent stimulation of the Divine Court Acupoint was known to ease anxiety and fear.

The Hall of Impression Point induced deep focus and restful sleep, while the Hundred etings Point accepted yang qi and emboldened the consciousness.

The problem arose when all three points were stimulated simultaneously, as with the current Emperor. The ridian passing through those points was subtly damaged, making it so that even without deliberate stimulation, it was constantly being triggered in daily life.

Eliminating anxiety and fear, inducing deep focus and sleep, and emboldening the consciousness.

At first glance, these sounded like positives, but when combined, they caused the world to feel trivial, weakening one’s willpower. It created a dreamy, powerless state, like soone intoxicated by wine or drugs.

If such symptoms persisted not for a day or two but worsened by the mont, as they did now, the Emperor would eventually cease thinking and simply wish to lie down and do nothing.

‘And that’s just the ridians related to the upper dantian.’

In addition, points like the Chest Center, Great Palace, and Curved End Acupoints, connected to the middle dantian, were also stimulated, making the body feel extrely at ease.

But when comfort beca excessive, even the organs would grow lazy. Food would sit undigested, muscles would fail to work properly, and strength would vanish from the body.

The Sea of Qi, Gate of Origin, and Life Gate Acupoints—connected to the lower dantian.

These were even more serious. The lower dantian was directly tied to vitality.

These points normally helped in absorbing and storing qi, but their combination had now turned the Emperor into soone who only received life force without releasing any.

‘This didn’t happen overnight.’

Jin Seong-un was certain of it.

There were physicians well-versed in internal arts. The Divine Physician was a pri example.

If the symptoms had been obvious, if the damage to the qi points had been more apparent, such physicians would’ve detected it long ago.

But the damage was so faint—so minuscule—that even now, with the symptoms severe enough to keep the Emperor unconscious, one needed to manipulate their qi with utmost precision to even notice it.

Jin Seong-un believed there weren’t many in the world capable of discerning such damage.

“……”

Jin Seong-un took a brief breath.

In the end, he had to restore all the damaged qi points and correct the flow of qi.

Hwooong—!

A pure white light of qi blood from Jin Seong-un’s rough palm, placed over the Emperor’s dantian.

It was the Won’s Moon Qi, the internal energy of the Noble Enchantress.

Known through the ages as the purest of energies, it spread through the Emperor’s entire ridian network.

The nature of this qi itself brought stability to the ridians. But Jin Seong-un didn’t stop there—he directly touched the damaged acupoints.

A person’s ridian system was extrely delicate, and even the slightest mistake could cause irreversible damage.

Jin Seong-un withdrew his sensing qi from his surroundings and focused his entire consciousness on the Emperor’s body.

How much ti had passed?

The pure white qi was finally withdrawn.

The Emperor’s complexion had visibly relaxed.

Jin Seong-un could not wait around for the Emperor to wake.

Whether the Emperor would be grateful or punish a mysterious intruder in the bedchamber for treason was anyone’s guess.

After catching his breath briefly, Jin Seong-un slipped out through a small window like the wind.

It was an age-old truth that sneaking out was twice as easy as sneaking in.

Jin Seong-un left the imperial palace without any trouble and sprinted straight toward Yichang.

With no one to match his pace, he scaled cliffs and leapt rivers in a direct line.

‘What’s this?’

Jin Seong-un noticed sothing odd.

His heart was unusually calm. He was soone whose emotions rarely fluctuated, but now, he felt as if every burden had been lifted—utter tranquility.

Before long, Jin Seong-un realized it was because of the Night-Glow Pearl he carried.

He paused briefly and took the pearl from his pocket to examine it.

It was still before dawn.

The Night-Glow Pearl emitted a gentle glow, radiating its signature comforting energy.

That energy soothed the mind. It reminded him once again that this pearl was truly a treasure.

“Not bad at all.”

The feeling the pearl gave wasn’t unpleasant in the slightest.

Thus, Jin Seong-un continued to run nonstop, from the break of dawn until the sun reached and passed its zenith.

Even masters specialized in movent arts would’ve been amazed by the feat, yet Jin Seong-un instead felt a strange sense of liberation.

Before the day was over, he had already crossed the distance from Beijing to Yichang in Hubei Province.

Had he truly gone all out, he could’ve arrived before the lunch crowd had dispersed.

When Jin Seong-un appeared just as dinner was ending and the inn was being cleaned, everyone wore puzzled expressions.

At that mont, Seo Yu-gyeom, who had been harassing Seomun Ak, spotted him and asked:

“Did you forget sothing?”

He had clearly assud Jin Seong-un had turned back mid-journey.

Jin Seong-un calmly replied,

“I’ve finished everything.”

“What?”

Seo Yu-gyeom looked baffled, as did Seomun Ak, Moyong Hyeon, and even Lee Seowon.

Gathering the inn’s residents, Jin Seong-un recounted everything he had seen, heard, and done without leaving anything out.

Everyone reacted similarly.

First, they were astonished that he had really gone all the way to Beijing in such a short ti, then marveled at his ingenuity in sowing discord between the Royal Guards and the Eastern Depot.

They were stunned by the conversation supposedly exchanged between the Princess and the Admiral in the Emperor’s bedchamber, and when Jin Seong-un showed the Night-Glow Pearl, they all wore expressions that said, “Is this real?”

“Wait, wait a mont.”

Lee Seowon rubbed his temples as if he had a headache.

A treasure was a treasure, sure, but the conversation between the Princess and the Admiral was truly disturbing.

“Other than us, who else knows about this? Including His Majesty?”

Jin Seong-un shook his head.

“I left because I couldn’t predict how His Majesty would react once he woke. Of course, I can’t say for certain he’ll wake at all.”

“You did the right thing.”

Lee Seowon finally looked relieved.

In any case, the situation now wasn’t too bad.

If the Emperor awakened, the Princess—Ha Joo-myeong’s greatest supporter—would lose much of her power.

Even if he didn’t wake, there was nothing for Seong-un Inn to lose.

Lee Seowon spoke, once again thinking Jin Seong-un was a wise man.

“Just revealing this matter alone could easily be seen as treason. Let alone the fact that you snuck into the Emperor’s bedchamber. Also, claiming that the Emperor’s daughter and his most trusted vassal are conspiring to harm him without evidence… that, in itself, is an insult to the imperial family.”

It was certainly a card that could be used effectively, but it wasn’t sothing to be carelessly spoken of anywhere.

“Perhaps soone who’s a prospective general manager well-versed in the palace’s inner workings would understand.”

Jin Seong-un looked puzzled.

There was no such position as prospective general manager in Seong-un Inn. But judging by everyone’s gaze, it was clear who they ant.

Lee Seowon looked sowhat displeased, Seo Yu-gyeom looked flabbergasted, and Seomun Ak was glaring in fury—all staring at Moyong Hyeon.

The reason was obvious without needing to ask.

Moyong Hyeon was the most ambitious man Jin Seong-un had ever t. A man constantly scheming to improve his position whenever an opportunity arose.

He had only been away from the inn for two days, and in that ti, Moyong Hyeon had sohow gained the title of prospective general manager.

Lee Seowon explained to Jin Seong-un as if to defend himself.

“It’s just a provisional title. It might stay provisional for a lifeti. Making him general manager is still the innkeeper’s decision.”

As he said this, Lee Seowon gave Jin Seong-un a look with all his might. Jin Seong-un felt that gaze was clearer in intent than most voice transmissions.

‘Absolutely, under no circumstances.’

Jin Seong-un nodded.

But Moyong Hyeon, as if fully aware of the silent exchange between the two, calmly murmured like he was talking to himself.

“You give away one thing, and you end up giving away two. Then three. That’s life, they say.”

“……”

Lee Seowon now looked at Moyong Hyeon like he had chills running down his spine. But Moyong Hyeon just chuckled softly, unfazed.

Jin Seong-un thought to himself that yet another bizarre person had joined the ranks of their inn and said,

“First, we need to deal with this Night-Glow Pearl.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to the pearl left in the center of the room.

Seomun Ak stared at it and said,

“Sure, it’s rare, but is it really a treasure?”

Everyone seed to have similar expressions.

Lee Seowon, who knew this was the rchant King’s treasure, spoke on its behalf.

“In the case of premium Night-Glow Pearls, they are very rare. Though…”

Its rough and ugly appearance didn’t quite scream ‘premium’.

Thanks to the brightness of its glow, it might qualify as top-grade, but to be deed premium, it also had to be beautiful in shape.

Lee Seowon turned the pearl over in his hands and said,

“We’ll have to call in an appraiser. Since the item itself is a bit dangerous, we’ll need soone trustworthy.”

Although it was a secret, knowing it ca from the Emperor’s bedchamber made it hard to entrust it to just any appraiser.

As Lee Seowon ntally searched for soone suitable, he shook his head and said,

“We should ask the Hwa-un Trading Company. We’ll have to sell it through a trading company anyway.”

The Hwa-un Trading Company, Jingzhou rchants’ Association, and Red Cliff Escort Agency were already tightly bound to Seong-un Inn. Sharing secrets with them was easy.

No one objected.

Only the ever-ambitious Moyong Hyeon spoke in a low voice.

“If you ever need the Moyong Clan’s help again, feel free to say so.”

Jin Seong-un and Lee Seowon stared hard at Moyong Hyeon.

This ambitious man who once asked for re rest ti and later demanded an official position—who knew what he’d demand next?

As Lee Seowon thought this, his eyes widened.

‘…Could it be on purpose?’

He had started with a modest request for rest after lunch.

It lowered their guard, and then, at a critical mont, he took what really mattered.

A seasoned rchant’s move.

Had Moyong Hyeon planned it all from the beginning?

Surely not—he was a young martial artist, not an old rchant or strategist.

With that in mind, Lee Seowon stared at Moyong Hyeon.

As the conversation ended and Moyong Hyeon stood up, he t Lee Seowon’s eyes and flashed a soft smile.

‘…It’s true.’

How far ahead had this crazy man calculated?

Those who knew Moyong Hyeon well often said:

—"Even the breath that leaves his mouth is calculated."

Lee Seowon, who had no way of knowing that, had only treated him as a wise martial artist.

Watching Moyong Hyeon walk away, Lee Seowon made a vow. He wouldn’t be easily fooled again. General Manager was his seat.

“…Why are you glaring so hard?”

Jin Seong-un’s words snapped Lee Seowon out of it, and he quickly fixed his expression.

“Ahem, it’s nothing. In any case, we need to dispose of the Night-Glow Pearl quickly and raise as much capital as possible. The auction for the hot springs developnt rights will begin soon.”

“But what about Jang Gwang the hero?”

“The hero has gone on his first delivery. Technically, it's more solicitation than delivery. We’ll soon receive a letter with the outco, but… don’t get your hopes up too high. The first ti is always…”

Just then—

A carrier pigeon landed at the entrance of the inn with a flutter.

The pigeon stared blankly at Jin Seong-un and Lee Seowon with its characteristic dull gaze.

“……”

Jin Seong-un took the ssage tied to its ankle and checked it.

His expression changed subtly.

Seeing that, Lee Seowon quickly read the ssage as well.

— “By the 15th day of the twelfth month, prepare 150 servings.”

Jin Seong-un and Lee Seowon stared at each other.

Whatever trick Jang Gwang had pulled on those soldiers at the frontier…

“I think we hit the jackpot.”

“…Seems that way.”

“But we haven’t even finished developing the nu yet?”

“Hmm.”

A brief silence.

Then Lee Seowon bolted off to inform Seo Yu-gyeom and Han Seong-chun of the news.

The western front beyond Sichuan Province.

Jang Gwang, who had been peacefully living as a diligent inn waiter, now stood like a mountain, holding a massive axe, leading the Shui Stronghold subordinates.

Staring at the wave of dark enemies rushing in from the front, Jang Gwang muttered,

“There are too many. One hundred fifty servings won’t cut it.”

At that, a commander who appeared to be the battlefield’s manager spoke urgently,

“T-Two hundred servings. No, we’ll make it three hundred.”

As a first-rate martial artist, the commander knew well how precious experts were in battle.

Especially here on the western frontier—not the strategic northern or southern fronts of the Central Plains—masters were rare.

Even the enemies were mostly commoners who had joined the barbarian hordes with sickles and spears after committing cris and fleeing.

Still, a battlefield was a battlefield. The more experts, the more lives saved.

At first, he had planned to scold the man who had randomly shown up to promote an inn.

But that man turned out to be a Peak-level Master.

Just in ti, the barbarian scum launched another attack, and this burly expert swept through them with a single axe like a god of war.

The words he uttered, soaked in blood, still echoed clearly:

—“We’ll handle the delivery ourselves. If we have ti, we’ll also help clean up the surroundings. And every ti we fulfill three thousand deliveries, the Innkeeper or Chef will co in person.”

The commander’s eyes went wide at the idea that he could occasionally borrow the strength of this Peak-level Master and his subordinates.

Especially since the Innkeeper or Chef, who might show up, were said to be even stronger than him.

He had no idea what kind of inn it was, but the chance to gain such rare martial masters as allies left no room for hesitation—he promised the delivery imdiately.

Lee Seowon’s strategy had worked perfectly.

“Three hundred servings. Excellent. Our chefs are talented, so the taste will be just as satisfying. Now then…”

Jang Gwang briefly glanced at the charging barbarians and then swung his axe horizontally in a wide arc.

A massive wave of qi tore through the enemy bodies, and with blood spraying in every direction, the number of delivery orders surged in real ti.