The Return of the Sw Chapter 109 : I’m This Kind of Person. -02

Chapter 109: I’m This Kind of Person. -02

Ban Hojin smiled playfully as he spoke.

However, Jeong I-ryong could not readily answer.

Even from rely hearing about it, he could tell that the value of the Baekdokhwan was considerable.

To put it bluntly, if it could not be released outside without the permission of the head of the Sichuan Tang Family, then it was sothing that could not be bought even with money.

“I will yield mine to you, Brother.”

“No. Please take mine. I have the Blazing Deity Divine Art.”

At Jeong I-ryong’s words, as he returned it without hesitation, Seo Jo-woon suddenly ca to his senses.

He had belatedly realized that he had been thinking only of himself.

“Why do you think I gave them to you? I don’t need it. I already have Immunity to a Hundred Poisons.”

“Then perhaps you should keep it as a spare.”

“If you hoard sothing too much, it turns into dung. If it’s managed well, it won’t spoil, but it’s still best to consu it at the proper ti whenever possible. For the sake of the future as well.”

Once again, Jeong I-ryong tried to return it, but Ban Hojin shook his head.

As quickly as he was developing, one day he would surpass Immunity to a Hundred Poisons and achieve Immunity to a Thousand Poisons, but the affairs of n were impossible to foresee even an inch ahead.

Life was such that one might suddenly die an untily death one day, so there was no harm in preparing in advance.

“Then I will gratefully take it!”

“Good. Take it without feeling burdened.”

“You wouldn’t have given it without thinking it through. I’ll accept it well.”

Following Seo Jo-woon, Seonwu Bang also took the Baekdokhwan.

If he had simply tried to give it away, it would have been far too burdenso, but in a way, it was the proper reward for legitimate labor.

Of course, even for that, it felt sowhat excessive, but that was sothing he could repay little by little over ti.

And since there was no guarantee when he might obtain another Baekdokhwan, Seonwu Bang awkwardly smiled as he gripped the wooden box.

“I had every intention of gratefully accepting it from the start!”

Unlike the others, who smiled awkwardly, Moyong Cheok confidently took the wooden box, and Ban Hojin grinned.

It was not shalessness, but straightforward boldness.

Rather than coaxing and persuading, Ban Hojin found such honesty far more comfortable.

“Shall we take them now? Since we’re all here anyway?”

“Later. The distribution isn’t finished yet.”

“Huh?”

“It’s true that Baekdokhwan is rare, but it’s not sothing overwhelmingly extraordinary. At least by my standards. So eat it a little later. Let’s look at this first.”

Ban Hojin unfolded the paper he had neatly folded away.

At once, everyone’s eyes widened again.

A list had been organized in a clear and orderly manner, and the mont they saw it, the group understood what kind of items had been written down.

“Huh?”

“This is?”

“These are martial arts manuals that ca out of the Dark Moon Sect’s Secret Vault. I excluded the ones from places that are currently maintaining their power.”

Even though he had filtered them once using a firm standard, the list written on the paper was still quite long.

And the letters were not large either.

But Ban Hojin was not finished speaking.

“There are three choices. Money, martial arts manuals, or half and half.”

“Th-that seems a bit excessive?”

Even the martial arts that could be taken without issue were enough to make one’s eyes spin, and when he said he would divide the money as well, Moyong Cheok stamred.

They had fought together, yes, but it still seed as though he was giving away far too much.

Of course, he knew that Ban Hojin had seized a great deal from the Dark Moon Sect, but this was excessive even by those standards.

“What’s this? The one who’d usually take whatever’s given.”

“I do have so sense of propriety. The Baekdokhwan—I risked my life, so it’s fair compensation. But this is a bit…….”

Moyong Cheok trailed off.

Even just looking at the list of martial manuals, Ban Hojin had written short explanations beside them.

Peak if it was Peak, First-Rate Martial Art if it was First-Rate, and so on.

And among them were quite a few Supre Techniques above Peak level.

In another setting, such things would be enough to drive n mad and cause murder.

“I have my sense of propriety too. Especially you and Bang Yi—you’re not just individuals, but Young Lords. If sothing had gone wrong, how could I have faced the Seonwu Family Head and the Moyong Family Head? But I can’t treat only the two of you differently either. So what else can I do? It has to be fair.”

Gulp!

With every word making sense, Moyong Cheok was left speechless.

So he subtly glanced at Seonwu Bang.

After all, he thought it would be better in many ways if Seonwu Bang, his friend and peer, spoke up in situations like this.

“You only look for

at tis like this?”

“You know that’s not it.”

“But I agree with Cheok. This is too much. The Baekdokhwan alone is enough.”

“I’m going to sell them anyway. If you don’t choose, that is. I’ll take a few as my share too.”

At the word sell, the eyes of the four n changed.

He did not say where he would sell them, but there were places that ca to mind.

Thus, they all wore troubled expressions.

If they were going to be sold anyway, it did not seem so bad to take so for themselves.

“I will choose. It will help not only

but also the Seo Family Manor.”

“For reference, I don’t intend to keep copies. I’ve already settled that matter with Master, so there’s no need to worry. I only confird whether they were originals or not; I didn’t morize them separately.”

“To be honest, there aren’t any martial arts here that would really help you, Brother.”

“That’s right.”

At Seo Jo-woon’s words, Moyong Cheok chid in.

Ban Hojin was already a master who had risen to the ranks of the Ten Great Masters Under Heaven through his own strength alone.

For soone who had gone beyond the martial arts of Shaolin and was completing his own Martial Path, the manuals here would not help him at all.

Rather, even checking them would be a waste of ti.

“There’s no harm in being thorough. And by that logic, Bang or Cheok don’t particularly need martial arts manuals either, do you?”

“There’s no harm in having them. My clan isn’t lacking in money. Honestly, since we have many sword arts, I’m interested in a few from the Long Arm and Long Leg category or movent techniques.”

“Ahem!

too—martial arts manuals.”

Moyong Cheok and Seonwu Bang chose the martial arts manuals.

As Ban Hojin had said, they had no financial difficulties, so they did not hesitate.

“I will choose money. I believe the martial arts of my sect are sufficient. To be honest, even what I am currently learning is already overwhelming.”

“If you need it, I’ll arrange for you to enter the Scripture Pavilion. Sotis permission is granted to outsiders. There aren’t any earth-shattering arts there, but in terms of diversity, it will be helpful. Even if it’s the sa weapon, depending on the perspective from which it’s viewed, what it pursues can be completely different.”

“Thank you.”

“Then that’s roughly settled.”

Though there had been a bit of back and forth, this was considered quite a swift conclusion.

Thus, Ban Hojin smiled in satisfaction.

“Brother.”

“What?”

“But… is there a share for you?”

“What? Does it look like I gave everything away?”

“To be honest, it does seem that way.”

Seo Jo-woon asked cautiously.

He knew it was not in Ban Hojin’s nature to neglect his own share, but it still seed as though he was giving away far too much.

“Even if I sell just the martial arts manuals here, do you have any idea how much money that would be worth? There’s no need to worry. If anything, considering the manuals I didn’t even bother listing here, this is actually giving slightly less.”

“I don’t think that’s the case.”

“This alone is already more than enough.”

Seo Jo-woon and Jeong I-ryong waved their hands in refusal.

It never once felt insufficient to them.

“Then that’s good. In that case, whoever plans to take the Baekdokhwan, do it now. I’ll stand guard for you.”

“Yes!”

“Understood!”

As if the Baekdokhwan was what pleased them the most, they all held the wooden boxes tightly in their arms.

Seeing that, Ban Hojin let out a small snort of laughter.

Just from their actions, he could tell exactly what they were thinking.

“If you absorb it all, that ans a body with Immunity to a Hundred Poisons.”

“We have to absorb all of it.”

Swoosh.

The eyes of the four n burned intensely.

A strange competitive spirit was slowly igniting.

It might have been a trivial contest, yet in a way, it was also sothing that could demonstrate one’s individual capability.

Perhaps because of that, all four glared at one another with expressions that said they would not lose.

“Hurry up and take it already.”

“Yes!”

“We’re counting on you.”

As if he did not wish to wait any longer, Ban Hojin spoke, and the four imdiately opened their wooden boxes.

Then, with sparkling eyes, they stared at the Baekdokhwan before placing it into their mouths and chewing at the sa ti.

“Ugh!”

“Bitter……!”

Shudder!

They said good dicine was bitter, but the Baekdokhwan was on an entirely different level.

It was so bitter and astringent that it felt as though chewing on raw gall would taste better, and the four n’s faces twisted grotesquely from the vicious flavor.

What was even more irritating was that it would not go down easily.

Spiritual elixirs and spirit herbs usually turned into liquid the mont they touched the tongue and flowed down the throat like water, but the Baekdokhwan did not.

“Ughhh!”

Since it did not lt in their mouths, they tried to swallow it whole, but even that was not easy.

As it mixed with saliva, its volu gradually increased, making it difficult to swallow in one go, so they had no choice but to swallow it in portions, which only prolonged their suffering.

Gulp! Gulp!

Yet not a single one spat it out.

Knowing well how precious the Baekdokhwan was, they soon assud the lotus position and focused entirely on absorbing it.

‘Tsk tsk! Over sothing like that.’

Even after swallowing it all, the four still had their faces tightly scrunched up, and Ban Hojin clicked his tongue inwardly.

During warti, there were tis when there was nothing to eat, and one had to catch and eat snakes or rats.

Compared to that, the grotesque taste of the Baekdokhwan was nothing.

‘I wonder how much they’ll absorb.’

Watching the four gradually grow calm one by one, Ban Hojin fell into thought.

Thanks to their peculiar sense of rivalry, he believed they would all perform above average, but one could never be certain.

Rather than individual ability alone, the results would vary depending on one’s constitution and the nature of one’s Inner Energy, so even Ban Hojin could not guarantee who would absorb the most.

‘It’d be nice if all four of them fully absorbed it.’

As it was sothing difficult to obtain, Ban Hojin hoped for the best possible outco.

They were individuals with dazzling talent, so the possibility was more than sufficient.

Thus, he quietly cheered for the four in his heart.

Gazing at the snow-covered panorama of Songshan, Tang Seorin exhaled.

A faint white breath embroidered the air before fading away.

“Songshan hasn’t changed.”

“It seems no one has co out to greet us.”

“Of course not. We didn’t send word ahead.”

At the words of the escort assigned by Tang Woo-hyeok, Tang Seorin let out a small laugh.

It seed he had been expecting too much.

The authority of the Sichuan Tang Family was formidable, but it could not compare to Shaolin.

At the very least, it would have to be on the level of the Wudang Sect or the Namgung Family to asure up to Shaolin, known as the Great North Star of Mount Tai.

“I will send soone to Shaolin even now.”

“Forget it. Strictly speaking, we didn’t co to visit Shaolin. We ca to see Young Master Ban, who is staying at Songshan. More precisely, his companions.”

“Songshan truly remains the sa.”

A middle-aged man ca to stand beside Tang Seorin.

He was of the generation of her uncle, a robust man personally assigned by Tang Woo-hyeok to protect his only daughter.

“It seems it has been a long ti for you, Uncle.”

“It feels like it’s been well over ten years.”

“That truly is a long ti.”

“And yet it’s the sa. The last ti I ca was also in Winter, and this ti is no different.”

“There won’t be any trouble.”

Unlike the Sichuan Tang Family, which was at war with the Nine Heavens Gate, Shaolin was at peace.

There had been a battle with the Dark Moon Sect, but since it had been completely annihilated, danger was far removed.

To begin with, the reason she had co to Shaolin was not to fight.

“Hm?”

“Seorin?”

As she watched the Incense Flower Guests crowding the entrance even in the dead of Winter, Tang Seorin’s eyes slowly widened.

But the sa was true for the other party.

As if they had never expected to see Tang Seorin here, a pair of large eyes were fixed upon her, unable to look away.