Cheon Woojin imdiately returned to the Black Tortoise Pavilion.
The injured were receiving treatnt from the Martial Alliance's physicians, and those who were relatively unhard were also resting.
Only two people, Zhuge Lin and Song Yiyeon, were swinging their swords.
Cheon Woojin, who had approached Song Yiyeon, asked in a nonchalant tone.
"What do you think if I beco the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander?"
Song Yiyeon, who had been swinging his sword with all his might, montarily staggered.
He barely regained his balance after almost falling.
Young Master Cheon had a habit of saying amazing things nonchalantly, but no matter how many tis he heard it, he just couldn't get used to it.
"But what is the Hidden Dragon Unit? I've never heard of it."
"It's said to be a subordinate ard unit of the Inspection Hall, composed of young martial artists."
"Inspection Hall? Is the Black Tortoise Unit Commander becoming the Inspection Hall Master?"
Cheon Woojin nodded.
Song Yiyeon was not slow-witted either, so he quickly grasped the situation.
"Well, there are already rumors circulating within the Martial Alliance that it's a waste for a master of your level to be a low-ranking mber of an ard unit. Of course, I think so too."
But to be a Unit Commander so quickly.
The Alliance Leader and the Chief Strategist must be in a hurry.
Thinking so, Song Yiyeon wasn't particularly envious.
It had been a long ti since he had recognized and acknowledged Cheon Woojin as an existence beyond any standard.
It was then.
In an instant, the explosion of the Thunderclap Gate's cannonball went off in Song Yiyeon's head. Thinking about it, if it was an ard unit composed of successors, there was a high probability that he, as Young Master Cheon's close friend, would also belong to it.
Naturally, if there was a Unit Commander, there had to be a Deputy Commander.
"Then, since I'm your closest friend, will you make
the Deputy Commander? I'm just adding this just in case, but it's not that I particularly want it, I'm just, really just asking."
He said so, but Song Yiyeon's eyes sparkled like the Milky Way.
Cheon Woojin looked at such a Song Yiyeon and then turned his body.
"I have sowhere to go for a mont."
"..."
Song Yiyeon, who had been rejected in the most roundabout yet firm way, just stared at Cheon Woojin's back with a bewildered face.
* * *
The place Cheon Woojin headed to straight away was the Disciplinary Hall.
Another nickna for Mangija was the Divine Beggar, and he was also the previous leader of the Beggars' Sect.
The Black Plaque Star Lord had ntioned this and advised him to go and see the Beggar Lord with Mangija's letter. Since he couldn't go to the Beggars' Sect's main headquarters right away, he had co to see the Disciplinary Hall Master, who was an elder.
"What brings you here all of a sudden? I hear you've achieved quite a distinguished service in this mission as well."
At Cheon Woojin's visit, the Disciplinary Hall Master, Autumn Wind Beggar, greeted him brightly.
Cheon Woojin also nodded and naturally sat down opposite him at the desk.
In the martial world, he was called the Mad Dog, and even fellow Martial Alliance mbers feared the Disciplinary Hall Master, but to Cheon Woojin, he was just a strange person who slled a little and resembled both the White Master and the Black Master at the sa ti.
"I would like to et the Dragon Head Beggar Lord."
Cheon Woojin said bluntly.
The Disciplinary Hall Master was a little flustered, but since he had known for a while that Cheon Woojin's personality was not ordinary, he nodded.
"The reason?"
"To find a clue to the letter left by Mangija."
"I see."
Mangija had told the Beggars' Sect mbers to do their best to help anyone who had his red knot in the future.
Since he had left the red knot with the letter to Cheon Woojin, there was no reason for the Autumn Wind Beggar, as a Beggars' Sect mber, not to help.
The Autumn Wind Beggar nodded and grinned.
"You're quite lucky."
"What do you an?"
"It takes quite a while to get to Kaifeng, the main headquarters of the Beggars' Sect. But, as it happens, the Beggar Lord is here at the Alliance."
In fact, the reason the Dragon Head Beggar Lord, who was famous for his lazy nature, was staying at the Martial Alliance at this ti was also because of Cheon Woojin.
The news of the events in Sichuan had spread throughout the martial world. Naturally, as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, who was most sensitive to rumors, he had heard the news first.
The Dragon Head Beggar Lord had headed straight for the Alliance. It ant that if sothing were to happen in Sichuan, a master of at least the Poison King's level would have to be dispatched, so he would step up himself.
Of course, the matter was resolved by Cheon Woojin, and the Beggar Lord was staying, saying he might as well drink with the Alliance Leader since he was already here.
As the Disciplinary Hall Master's explanation ended, Cheon Woojin was about to get up from his seat. If the Beggar Lord was at the Alliance, he could just go and et him directly.
The mont he made that decision.
Cheon Woojin's brow furrowed slightly. It was because a stench, incomparable to that of the Disciplinary Hall Master, was wafting from sowhere.
"Bukli Cheon, you wicked fellow! How can you kick out the Beggar Lord just because he slls? Then would a beggar sll of flowers?"
A beggar enters, muttering with a sorrowful heart.
There was only one beggar in the world who could enter the Disciplinary Hall Master's private office so comfortably.
Cheon Woojin got up from his seat and cupped his fists. He did not forget to subtly raise his ki to block his nostrils.
"I am Cheon Woojin of the Black Tortoise Unit."
"Ah, so you're the White Flower senior's disciple."
The Beggar Lord staggered over and sat on the Disciplinary Hall Master's desk.
The Disciplinary Hall Master's expression crumpled, but it was none of his business.
The Beggar Lord looked Cheon Woojin's face over carefully and then said.
"That kid, as expected of the White Flower senior's disciple, you look like you'll make many a woman cry. Do you know? In fact, there were four female warriors who had a crush on the White Flower senior and followed him around. But, was the senior a man to turn his eyes to a woman? That bad bastard. One of them was Bing Soso, whom I liked... Ah!"
The Beggar Lord let out a scream at the sudden pain in his side. The Disciplinary Hall Master had pinched his side from behind, telling him to shut that mouth.
One might ask how an elder could dare to pinch the Beggar Lord, but that was just how the Beggars' Sect organization was. It was an organization that showed the pinnacle of a horizontal culture.
"Beggar Lord, sober up a little. Before I smash your head in. I'm rarely ashad of the fact that I'm a Beggars' Sect beggar, but when I'm with you, I feel a little like that."
The Beggar Lord smacked his lips.
In fact, he had sobered up a long ti ago.
'What kind of eyes does this guy have?'
From the mont he t Cheon Woojin's eyes, he had slowly started to sober up, and he had been wanting to stop talking but couldn't find the right ti.
"Alright, what brings the White Flower senior's disciple to see ?"
He tried to set the mood for no reason, but it had no effect.
Cheon Woojin took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to the Beggar Lord.
"What's this?"
"It is a letter left by Mangija."
"Is that so?"
In an instant, his atmosphere changed.
A presence befitting the position of Dragon Head Beggar Lord blood around him. Also, his pupils, which were staring at the letter, turned gold for a very brief mont.
Cheon Woojin did not miss this. He had a mory of hearing it from his masters in their lifeti. That there was an ultimate technique passed down only to the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and that it had the ability to see through the essence of people and things.
"Hah, it really is a letter left by the Divine Beggar."
In an instant, a longing flashed in the Dragon Head Beggar Lord's eyes.
The Divine Beggar was the most respected leader in the history of the Beggars' Sect, and at the sa ti, he was a master like a father to the current Beggar Lord.
"Mad Dog, go and bring your brass bowl."
"You could just call
Elder Chu, but you have to call
Mad Dog."
The Autumn Wind Beggar grumbled to himself but brought the brass bowl that was rolling around carelessly on the office floor. It was dented here and there, and covered in scratches and dust.
In the Beggars' Sect, mbers above the Four-Knot disciple level had a brass bowl for begging, but there was a superstition that if they treated this bowl like a sacred object, the begging wouldn't go well, so they would just toss it anywhere.
"Are you ready? It might be visible to all of us, or it might be visible only to you."
Cheon Woojin nodded.
Then, the Beggar Lord, who had placed the letter in the brass bowl, gently rubbed the edge of the letter with his thumb and index finger.
Soon, a blue fla rose from between his fingers and...
Finally, the fla rose as if it would touch the ceiling.
The mont Cheon Woojin, in the truly dazzling sight, slightly frowned, the fla swallowed Cheon Woojin whole.
When the whole world was dyed completely white and then returned to normal.
"..."
Cheon Woojin was standing in front of a very familiar hut.
It was the very place where he had lived with his two masters.
The wind, carrying the scent of wood and earth, blew and hit his skin. It was so vivid, as if he had really returned to that place.
To think that Mangija's letter had such a device.
But it was still too early to be surprised.
"Mangija, you bastard, you trusted that White family guy and fearlessly stole and drank my alcohol! I'll smash that guy's head right now...!"
"I told him he could drink it, so cut it out. And we can just buy more alcohol, so why are you prancing around like a colt?"
Cheon Woojin was startled and turned his head.
There, the two people he missed so much were bickering, holding an iron staff and a fan.
Seeing that they looked a little younger than the two masters he knew, it seed to be an event from the past.
"Masters!"
Cheon Woojin shouted like a child.
But it seed they couldn't hear him.
Cheon Woojin made a rare sad expression.
He wanted to talk all night with his masters whom he had t after a long ti, but the regret was too deep.
Soon, Cheon Woojin, who had resigned himself, sat down and watched his two masters. Just seeing them again like this was a joyous occasion.
"..."
But the Black Master unfolded the Dark Sky Full Moon and tried to kill the old man presud to be Mangija. Then, the White Master blew away the Dark Sky Ki with the Crane Wind Flash.
The surroundings were instantly devastated by the fight between his two masters.
"...You were the sa in your youth."
Since it was a scene he always saw, Cheon Woojin was calm, but Mangija had a truly pale face.
How much ti had passed like that?
His masters eventually got tired and lay down. Normally, at tis like that, he would have boiled a chicken and served it, but this ti, Mangija sat next to them with a bottle of alcohol.
The Black Master, who was looking at the night sky, suddenly said.
"Today, I finally achieve my lifelong wish."
"...Will you not regret it? He is your master, after all."
"Would I? White family guy, think a little. If I die without being able to stain my hands with his blood, I will be resentful even in the afterlife."
Although the Black Master spoke bluntly, the White Master still had a worried face.
Soon, the three drank their cups. The side dishes were the starlight shining above their heads and the cool breeze.
"Let's go."
The White Master got up first.
The Black Master and Mangija followed him.
Cheon Woojin instinctively knew who the three who were moving away were going to et.
"The Dark Heavenly Son. Was his disappearance related to my masters after all?"
In an instant, a light flashed.
The three who had left were sitting in the yard with truly exhausted expressions. It was the first ti Cheon Woojin had seen his two masters so tired.
"You succeeded."
Well, if they had failed, all three would not have been able to return.
Suddenly, the White Master asked.
"Hey, Mangija. How much of our lifespan is left?"
"Both of you have twenty years left each."
The three had used their lifespans to seal the Dark Heavenly Son, who had reached the Realm Beyond Humanity, a state beyond human comprehension.
It was the result of a grand ritual that Mangija had researched his entire life.
The Black Master's brow, who was next to him, furrowed slightly.
"A tireso life. So much is left. There are no more guys to beat to death, so what's the fun in living?"
The White Master, for once, agreed with his words.
"Didn't we agree to use everything except for ten years of our lifespan for the grand ritual? Why..."
In an instant, the White Master's expression hardened. As the silence continued, the Black Master, who had been lying down, also sat up.
"Beggar, how much of your lifespan is left?"
Mangija could not answer easily.
But as the Black and White Masters glared at him, he had no choice but to open his mouth.
"Well. Maybe about three months left? I have already recorded the world to my heart's content. Wouldn't you guys have more to do in this world than ?"
Originally, all three had promised to use everything, leaving only ten years of their lifespan. They had thought that their own lives were not a waste if they could seal the unprecedented great evil called the Dark Heavenly Son.
However, Mangija's thoughts were different. Unlike himself, the Black and White Masters were too precious to die early. If it weren't for the Dark Heavenly Son, they would have been the two competing for the title of the best in the world at that ti.
So, he had eaten all of Shaolin's Great Rebirth Pill, Wudang's Grand Purity Pill, Mount Hua's Purple Mist Pill, and even the Green Forest's Spirit Deer Pill to maximize his own lifespan.
Mangija had poured all of his own lifespan obtained in that way in place of the two. It was to leave at least twenty years of ti for the two.
"I have no regrets. However, it will be rather sudden for the Beggars' Sect kids, so I should prepare sothing."
Saying so, Mangija smiled slightly and then disappeared.
The Black and White Masters could not bring themselves to stop him.
Cheon Woojin, who had been watching the whole scene from the side, finally realized the reason why his two masters had passed away on the sa day at the sa ti.
And that the real problem had begun exactly one month later, when Mangija had visited the hut again with a serious face.
(End of Chapter)
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