CLS-Chapter 141

Chapter 141

“B-Big trouble!”

Wei San-ho sighed as he watched Jang-il kick open the door and burst in.

Does that bastard get boils on his back if he enters quietly? Must he always make such a ruckus when coming in?

“Let’s take it easy. Just watching you, I can’t tell if this is a medical clinic or a battlefield.”

“It really is big trouble!”

“Why?”

Wei San-ho was indifferent.

That beggar had a basic tendency to exaggerate everything. If you listened to that beggar’s words, even the neighbor’s dog giving birth would become a major incident that would shake the entire village.

“Stop just saying ‘big trouble’ and explain what happened.”

“You must have heard about the bloodbath that occurred in Nashan.”

“Yes.”

“This matter has blown up big.”

Even so, Wei San-ho remained uninterested.

“Sure, it would have blown up big.”

Even though a bloodbath had occurred that would shake the martial world, Wei San-ho showed no particular interest.

But his reaction to the next words was different.

“This isn’t something to take lightly.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Yan-ho might be in danger…”

“What?”

Before the words were even finished, Wei San-ho rushed forward like lightning and grabbed his collar. Seeing this made one sigh automatically. But that wasn’t the end of it.

Bang!

“What did you say?”

Crash!

“What did you say?”

“……”

One could understand Wi Jeong-han kicking open the door and entering. But how should one understand Jin So-ah, that hall master, bursting through the window?

“No, what I meant was…”

“Don’t stammer and speak clearly!”

Seeing Wei San-ho shouting with killing intent mixed in, Jang-il could only shed sorrowful tears.

“So… they say the Sword Emperor’s hidden vault has been opened.”

“Haaaam.”

“Mmm…”

Among those who couldn’t hide their lack of interest, Jang-il steadfastly explained the situation.

“A secret manual was discovered in the vault. The Sword Emperor’s very own secret manual.”

“Did I get indigestion from lunch? My stomach feels strange.”

“Would you like some acupuncture?”

“……”

Excuse me?

I’m explaining something here, you know?

“So what?”

Still, Wei San-ho was steadfastly listening to his words.

“This secret manual fell into the hands of Guo Zhe.”

“Guo Zhe of the Mountain-Crushing Sword?”

“That’s right.”

“If it’s Guo Zhe, isn’t he someone quite renowned for his sword skills? For such a person to obtain the Sword Emperor’s legacy, a formidable sword master will emerge in the martial world.”

Jang-il shook his head weakly.

“That’s not how it went.”

“Huh?”

“Mountain-Crushing Sword Guo Zhe couldn’t even hold onto the manual for one shijin after getting it and had it stolen by Shi Er-ming of the Eight-Section Staff.”

“Hmm, what about Guo Zhe?”

“He’s probably lamenting in the heavenly realm.”

“I see. But Eight-Section Staff Shi Er-ming, someone unrelated to swords also coveted the Sword Emperor’s manual. Will he become the Eight-Section Sword now?”

“That Eight-Section Sword was killed by Gong Fang of the Thin Sword.”

“……”

“Thin Sword Gong Fang was killed by Zheng Shan of the Jiangbei Hundred-Pound Saber, and that Zheng Shan was killed by Gong Wang of the Fox Hook. And that Gong Wang was…”

“Stop.”

“Huh? Don’t want to hear more? There are about thirty more names to go.”

“So what’s the conclusion? Whose hands is the manual in now?”

“The person who currently has the manual is someone called Zhao Wei-cang the Hero.”

Just then, the door burst open and some beggar came in, whispered something to Jang-il, and went back out.

“Ah, no. The person who currently has the manual is said to be Ye Men-wei of the Seven Star Sword.”

Burst.

When another beggar came in, Jang-il shouted angrily.

“Stop it, you beggar bastards! Report everything at once later!”

“Yes.”

After the beggar went back out, Jang-il said with a helpless expression.

“So who has the manual now… where was I? Was it Zhao Wei-cang?”

“…No, never mind.”

Wei San-ho shook his head vigorously. At this rate, they’d spend the whole day just reciting names. Of course, he thought there would be a major struggle for the Sword Emperor’s legacy, but he didn’t know such an intense battle would unfold.

“That’s not all. This is just talking about those who got their hands on the manual, and those who died in the process would be ten times more. You have to see this as a proper bloodbath unfolding.”

“This is no ordinary matter.”

Unlike Wei San-ho, who was beginning to recognize the severity of the situation, Wi Jeong-han asked as if it were no big deal.

“So what happened to Yan-ho?”

“What about Yan-ho? Such a big incident is happening right now!”

When Jang-il burst out in anger, Wi Jeong-han picked his ear as if asking what nonsense that was, then blew on his finger.

“Big incident?”

Wi Jeong-han clicked his tongue and continued.

“Haven’t kids these days experienced real big incidents? Blood flowing in the martial world is natural. Back when we were entangled with the Demonic Cult, even when a thousand people died in one night, we’d say ‘Ah, not many died today, thank goodness.'”

“……”

The scope of their thinking was so different it was embarrassing to argue.

Well, what could those who hadn’t experienced the fight against the Demonic Cult say?

“So explain how this relates to Yan-ho.”

“…Yes.”

No matter how stubborn he was, he couldn’t dare oppose Wi Jeong-han.

The Wi Jeong-han seen at home was a pitiful household head dominated by Han Sang-ah, but the Wi Jeong-han seen outside was a hero and chivalrous warrior who had achieved numerous merits in the war against the Demonic Cult.

Rustle.

Jang-il spread out the map he was holding.

“This is Nashan, and this is Luoyang.”

“Mm.”

“Yan-ho is currently heading toward Luoyang via the official road. Since information came in that he recently stopped by the Xinyang branch to get a carriage, it should be certain.”

“Oh!”

Even though he was a beggar bastard, Jang-il was good at gathering information. Wi Jeong-han looked at Jang-il with eyes that said he was seeing a useful beggar.

“And this is the current movement route of the manual. This is where Guo Zhe died, this is where Shi Er-ming died, and this is where…”

Wi Jeong-han’s eyes widened.

The dots the beggar was marking were gradually moving toward Luoyang.

“Damn it, if these bastards are going to fight, they should fight among themselves. Why are they approaching where Yan-ho is!”

“More precisely, they’re heading toward the Martial Alliance, not Yan-ho. No matter how skilled an individual might be, they can’t avoid or block all the others rushing in as a group. Even if they luckily escape this place, unless they hide in deep mountains and valleys, there’s no answer.”

“That would be so.”

“But if they seek refuge with the Righteous Martial Alliance and propose joint research of the manual, the situation changes. Then the Righteous Martial Alliance would actively protect the person involved, and they could secure both justification and profit. From the perspective of the one who obtained the manual, they can seek both profit and survival simultaneously. Good for the sister-in-law, good for the brother-in-law! Dig the ditch and catch the crayfish!”

“Hmm, certainly…”

Then he could understand why the manual was moving toward Luoyang.

“So these bastards are chasing after Yan-ho like a pack of dogs with bloodshot eyes.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“…He might get caught up in it?”

“That’s right.”

The beggar nodded with a refreshed expression, as if he had finally said everything he wanted to say.

“He might just pass by, or he might get caught up in it. But well, how should I put it… it’s certainly dangerous, and my intuition feels a bit strange too…”

“Then what should we do?”

Bang!

The answer came from behind.

Han Sang-ah with the face of a demon entered the room and glared at Wi Jeong-han.

“The child is in danger! And you, calling yourself a father! What? What should we do?”

“No, no, Sang-ah. That’s not what I meant!”

“Be quiet!”

“Yes.”

Wi Jeong-han quietly went to the corner and faced the wall. Jang-il, seeing this scene, quietly stood next to him and asked.

“Are you alright?”

“Listen here, Jang-il.”

“Yes, Great Hero Wi.”

“…Marriage must be approached carefully.”

“I’ll engrave it in my bones.”

“What are you two muttering about over there?”

When Han Sang-ah got angry, Wi Jeong-han went “Hiik!” in surprise, then scurried over to Han Sang-ah and stood at attention.

“Get ready. If even one hair on my child’s head is harmed, I’ll destroy everyone.”

“But Sang-ah, the distance is already…”

“So?”

“No, since the distance is far, we need to prepare quickly, that’s what I meant.”

Jang-il clicked his tongue looking at Wi Jeong-han.

‘Who in the world would believe that the Righteous Hero Sword would be in such a state?’

This was the Righteous Hero Sword Wi Jeong-han, known to be more terrifying than ghosts to those involved in the demonic path. Who would know that such a person feared his wife more than ghosts?

“Jang-il.”

“…Huh?”

Gooooooo.

Jang-il was startled by the aura emanating from behind and turned around.

“W-why are you like that?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

His expression was expressionless, but why was it so frightening?

Wei San-ho, emanating an aura that seemed to suffocate people, spoke to Jang-il.

“The shortest route.”

“Huh?”

“Check and tell me the shortest route to where Yan-ho is. I’ll be traveling by lightness skill, so the fastest path!”

“…A-alright, understood.”

Not only Wi Jeong-han, but Wei San-ho was also intense.

No matter how much Wei Yan-ho had been missing due to Wei San-ho’s carelessness, by now this was obsession.

“What are you doing! Get ready immediately!”

“Yes!”

When even Wi Jeong-han started shouting, Jang-il quickly began spreading out the map.

‘But why am I listening to all of this?’

Jang-il had somehow become like a servant of the Guangdong Wei family.

While spreading the map and analyzing routes, Jang-il opened his mouth as if something had occurred to him.

“Ah, but…”

“Huh?”

Jang-il spoke as if it were nothing important.

“It’s… nothing major, but when Yan-ho visited the Righteous Martial Alliance branch in Xinyang, there was apparently some woman with him. A young woman.”

Crash!

Jang-il looked up at the sound of something breaking.

Jin Ye-ran, who had been walking over, had dropped the medicine bowl she was carrying onto the floor and was sitting there stunned.

“A-are you alright?”

Han Sang-ah quickly rushed over to support Jin Ye-ran.

“Yes… I’m fine. I just felt dizzy for a moment.”

“Oh my, you should be careful.”

“But…”

Even while speaking, Jin Ye-ran’s eyes were fixed on Jang-il.

“Could you repeat what you just said?”

“…Yes? Which part?”

When Jang-il hesitated, Han Sang-ah gave him a subtle hint.

“About Wei Yan-ho being with some woman?”

Hearing those words, Jin Ye-ran silently gathered up the medicine bowl fragments from the floor with her hands and stood up.

“You said a major incident occurred in Nashan?”

“Yes.”

“Then there must be many patients.”

“…T-that would be so?”

Jin Ye-ran turned her head with slightly burning eyes and looked at Han Sang-ah.

“There shouldn’t be no doctor where there are patients. May I accompany you as well?”

Han Sang-ah found herself nodding without realizing it at that spirit.