CLS-Chapter 151

Chapter 151

What was he thinking when he sold it off?

Did he know the Sword Emperor’s secret manual was fake?

Not at all.

What? Then why did he sell it off?

Tsk, tsk.

You still don’t get it after hearing all that? Even if it were a secret manual written by the Sword Emperor’s grandfather instead of the Sword Emperor himself, it would be useless to Wei Yan-ho.

Because he won’t practice it.

Baek Mu-han, that elder, used his head well. That bastard is not the type to unfold a secret manual with his own hands unless you beat him to death and force him to learn martial arts even in his dreams.

Think about the Wei Yan-ho you’ve heard about so far. What use would a secret manual be to that guy?

Isn’t it a waste?

It is a waste.

Ah, but that’s what that bastard does—I couldn’t do it. Selling the Sword Emperor’s secret manual is already insane, but who would dare think of making copies and distributing them?

That’s why he’s Wei Yan-ho.

He commits acts that others can’t even imagine, and does so with complete composure.

Anyway, this incident marked the beginning of Wei Yan-ho’s fame spreading across the four seas.

Though it’s nothing compared to what he did afterward.

Hm?

What did he do afterward?

Do you want to hear?

***

“There’s another injured person here.”

“…Ugh.”

Wei Jeong-han could only sigh as he watched the injured person being supported by Wei San-ho.

“This way!”

Jin Ye-ran rushed toward the injured person with an urgent voice.

“Ugh.”

Watching this scene, Wei Jeong-han shook his head repeatedly.

Looking at the large temporary tent spread out before him and the patients lying beneath it, he couldn’t help but sigh.

‘How did it come to this?’

It started simply.

Right after departing, they couldn’t find any injured people at all, but as they got closer to Luoyang, those wounded in fierce battles began to appear one by one.

At first, they bandaged wounds and offered comfort, but as they approached Luoyang, the situation gradually became more serious.

There were corpses scattered everywhere, and those dying by the roadside were so numerous they kept stumbling over them.

Unable to just leave dying people behind, they began treating them…

‘At this point, it’s practically a medical clinic.’

The tents kept increasing, and so did the patients.

“San-ho.”

“Yes, father.”

Wei San-ho, who was assigned the role of finding patients in the surrounding area and bringing them here, turned to look at Wei Jeong-han.

“…How is Yan-ho doing?”

“Hmm…”

Wei San-ho also looked worried as his face hardened.

“Father.”

“Yes.”

“I’m just as worried about Yan-ho.”

“I know.”

“But if I were someone who abandoned dying people to only care for my own family, how could I stand proud before Yan-ho? Yan-ho wouldn’t want that either.”

“You’re right. But I can’t help thinking this way. If Yan-ho is in danger, we might be committing an irreversible mistake right now.”

Wei San-ho silently stared into the void.

“Even so, staying here is the right thing to do. That guy is also a child of the Wei Family. Even if he’s in danger, he wouldn’t want us to abandon so many people who need help to come rescue him.”

“Hmm…”

Wei Jeong-han, who had been subtly thinking of sending Wei San-ho ahead, nodded after hearing his firm words.

“Yes, that’s what it means to be a man of the Wei Family. If your grandfather were alive to see you now, how proud he would be.”

Wei San-ho smiled broadly.

“Then Yan-ho would have been beaten to death long ago.”

“That’s true too.”

He couldn’t let the younger one die just to praise the older one. Wei Jeong-han smiled bitterly as he looked inside the tent.

Jin Ye-ran was busily moving around, giving acupuncture to patients and changing bandages.

Wei Jeong-han watched the scene with a pleased expression.

‘At least there’s something gained from this.’

Though Wei Jeong-han was practically clueless about matters between men and women, according to Han Sang-ah, that beautiful woman seemed interested in Wei Yan-ho—wasn’t this good news?

‘Such a kind heart too.’

It was good that someone could work so enthusiastically for others rather than themselves. Of course, from the perspective of running a family, having too much sympathy could be a flaw, but since Wei Yan-ho would never become the family head anyway, and household management would be done by whoever occupied Wei San-ho’s inner quarters, there was no need to find fault.

In that case, all that remained was her beautiful heart, excellent medical skills, and overwhelming beauty that made one wonder why such medical skills were even necessary.

Anyone could see she was the perfect daughter-in-law material…

“Emergency patient!”

Volunteers who had been helping others due to their relatively minor injuries came running with an unconscious patient on a stretcher.

Jin Ye-ran saw this scene, hardened her face, and rushed to the patient.

“There’s a lot of pus accumulated. I need to drain it.”

“Ugh…”

Without even listening to the patient’s response, Jin Ye-ran drew a small knife from her bosom.

‘A knife?’

Wei Jeong-han’s eyes widened.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a knife…

“Ahhh! Mother!”

Wei Jeong-han stepped back in shock as he watched Jin Ye-ran unhesitatingly plunge the small blade into the patient’s blackened shoulder.

Even a skilled swordsman who had stabbed people many times wouldn’t be able to thrust a knife into a human body so unhesitatingly.

Slice! Slice!

Not stopping there, Jin Ye-ran began cutting through the flesh with the inserted blade.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

The patient, who had seemed barely conscious, suddenly snapped awake and began screaming.

“Hold him down!”

“Yes!”

As the patient began thrashing, those standing nearby firmly pressed down on his limbs.

Slice! Slice!

The sound of living flesh being cut made Wei Jeong-han feel as if his own flesh was being sliced away. Jin Ye-ran’s appearance—cutting through human flesh without even blinking as blood splattered on her face—how should one describe it…

‘…Sc-scary.’

Jin Ye-ran pulled the knife from the wound and looked around, saying:

“He’s going to convulse, so hold him tight.”

‘Convulse?’

Now that the knife was removed, and the patient who had been screaming seemed to have regained some sense, what convulsion was she talking about? Soon…

“I’m starting!”

Jin Ye-ran grabbed the patient’s shoulder where she had made the long cut and began squeezing the wound with both hands.

“St-stop it!”

Wei Jeong-han found himself shouting without realizing it. But Jin Ye-ran’s treatment was relentless.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

The patient writhed in indescribable, bizarre agony, rolled his eyes back, and finally, unable to endure the pain, fainted.

Cold sweat began to seep down Wei Jeong-han’s spine.

Whether the patient had fainted or not, Jin Ye-ran continued squeezing with full force, and when red blood instead of pus began flowing from the wound, she finally wiped away the blood with an expressionless face and picked up a needle to begin stitching the wound.

Having witnessed the entire scene, Wei Jeong-han turned his head to look at the distant sky.

‘Run away, Yan-ho.’

***

“…What in the world is this scene?”

Gong Ryeong was speechless at the bizarre scene unfolding before his eyes.

When news came that the Sword Emperor’s remains had been discovered, Shaolin didn’t move. When the Heavenly Orthodox Martial Alliance requested personnel be dispatched because trouble seemed likely, Shaolin didn’t move.

As always, they simply paved the path to Buddhist law, keeping one step away from worldly affairs.

But when they heard that the Sword Emperor’s secret repository had opened and bloodshed had begun, they could no longer remain uninvolved in secular matters.

People were dying.

Someone had to settle the situation.

Though it meant being tainted by the filth of the secular world, with the mindset of “if not me, then who will go to hell,” Gong Ryeong volunteered for this task.

Shaolin also supported his opinion and ordered him to lead disciples to calm the situation.

So he had rushed here without rest, day and night, which was all well and good, but…

“Ah! Don’t push, I said!”

“Hey, you! How can I not push in such a narrow space? You think I like being pressed against you?”

“Don’t hit me! Don’t you know what happens if you get one character wrong? Qi deviation, qi deviation!”

“Want to experience qi deviation right now?”

Gong Ryeong’s long, snow-white beard began trembling.

“Wh-what is this?”

The scene before his eyes was very unexpected. No, it was so unexpected that he wondered if it could even be called unexpected—it was a scene he had never once imagined.

People were densely surrounding a snow-white carriage on the roadside.

Up to that point, it wasn’t strange.

If the owner of that carriage had recovered the Sword Emperor’s remains, and people had rushed to steal it, it would have been a very natural situation.

But if all those gathered people were crouching on the ground writing something, that was definitely a strange scene.

“Go find out what’s happening.”

“Yes.”

The person who received Gong Ryeong’s order quickly approached the carriage.

“Who are you?”

“You’ll die if you cut in line.”

But before he could even approach the carriage, those waiting behind blocked his path.

“Amitabha, I am Musan of Shaolin. Hearing that bloodshed had occurred, I was passing by to investigate the situation. Since people are gathered here, I wanted to ask what was happening, so I would be grateful if you could make way.”

It was a polite request.

But the response wasn’t polite.

“Make way? Should I crack your head open? Oh wait, it’s already cracked.”

“Hey! What kind of nonsense is that to say to a monk! Monk, this isn’t a place for someone like you who should be devoted to Buddhist practice. If you don’t want your begging bowl broken, please turn back.”

“He said Shaolin! You crazy bastard!”

“Shaolin? What’s Shaolin? Even if Daelim came, they couldn’t cut in line, so go to the back and wait in line! With that secret manual, what’s so special about Shaolin?”

Musan, having gotten his fill of curses, walked back with powerless steps to the very end of the line.

Watching this scene, Gong Ryeong grabbed his forehead.

What were those people who wouldn’t step aside even after hearing the name Shaolin, and what was that guy doing obediently getting in line?

“What is this about!”

Finally, Gong Ryeong couldn’t bear it and stepped forward, shouting.

People’s gazes turned to Gong Ryeong all at once.

“What?”

“It’s a monk.”

“Oh? It’s Shaolin.”

And that was it.

Those who had looked at Shaolin’s arrival with curiosity turned their heads back and began writing something again.

“…”

Gong Ryeong, who had never been ignored like this in his life, didn’t know what to do.

His pride was somewhat hurt, but the weight of the name Shaolin was too great for him to throw a tantrum asking “why are you ignoring me?”

Just as Gong Ryeong was desperately suppressing his rising irritation and was about to ask something again, someone in familiar clothing emerged from among the people and greeted him.

“I pay my respects to Gong Ryeong. I am Gong Mu-jin of Mount Hua. We’ve met before.”