Chapter 207: Chapter 207
“Is it because of this liquor?”
Tang Jeok, who spoke as if it was no big deal, looked at the overturned liquor bottle and continued speaking.
“If you just share a table, I will buy you as much as you want.”
Tang Jeok took this opportunity and tried to induce sharing a table once again, but.
“You are truly persistent. Since I said I refuse to share a table, how many times do you have to make me say it.”
It did not work at all.
Rather, Cheon-hwi looked at him with a fierce gaze and spat out cold words.
“Enough. Clean up the table, and bring a new one for the overturned liquor, won’t you? If you do that, I’ll let it slide just this once.”
“…….”
In an instant, Tang Jeok’s smile was erased.
Had he, the second Young Master of the Sichuan Tang Clan, ever received such disregard and treatment?
Tang Jeok’s pupils, which bore a faint anger, sank very coldly.
“I bowed my head to have a good, pleasant conversation if possible, and yet…….”
Tang Jeok’s voice spread low in the Ascending Heaven Guest House, gripping the entire space.
“Are you looking down on me?”
A purple energy flowed out of his body and massively undulated in the empty air.
Internal energy that didn’t look ordinary even at a glance.
It was none other than poison qi.
The unique characteristic of the Sichuan Tang Clan’s family inheritance mental method, the Return to Origin Ten Thousand Poisons Qigong, where the internal energy itself was poison, was manifested.
“You really make my appetite drop. Not only do you act up as you please and pick fights, but now you’re even spreading poison qi.”
Cheon-hwi muttered and stood up from his seat.
Tang Jeok’s gaze, which had been looking at Cheon-hwi, gradually went up, and before long, the momentum of their eyes toward each other was reversed.
Tang Jeok’s expression hardened as he looked at Cheon-hwi, who was growing larger than himself in that manner.
He had merely stood up from his seat, yet he had become far too massive.
‘Such an intense presence……!’
Instantly overwhelmed by Cheon-hwi, Tang Jeok unintentionally drew up his internal energy even more.
A dense poison fog spreading with him at the center.
At the moment when a nearby chair melted down with a sizzling sound due to that poison fog.
Crack…
Cheon-hwi lightly loosened his hands.
Cheon-hwi, who had been looking down at Tang Jeok with a crooked gaze, extended the lightly loosened hand forward and then.
Keok!
He roughly grabbed Tang Jeok’s neck.
“S-Second Young Master!”
“Who does this bastard dare to……!”
The martial artists of the Tang Clan jumped up.
With hidden weapons pulled out, they glared at Cheon-hwi, who had grabbed Tang Jeok’s neck, and shouted as if they would rush in at any moment.
“Am I looking down on you?”
Cheon-hwi met eyes straight with Tang Jeok, who grabbed his wrist with both hands and struggled to escape somehow.
“Why ask something so obvious?”
Tang Jeok’s eyebrows twitched greatly.
“Uuueup!”
At the moment he was struggling with all his might at the same time.
Pi-ing!
A sharp noise was heard.
Cheon-hwi immediately lifted his fingers.
‘Flying knife?’
Seeing the flying knife caught between his index and middle fingers, Cheon-hwi moved his head.
There stood the Hidden Form Flying Guest, the expert of the Tang Clan whom Tang Jeok called uncle.
Having stood up at some point, he was walking in this direction with his hands clasped behind his back.
“Won’t you let go now?”
He glared straight at Cheon-hwi.
His eyes were full of killing intent, as if he would unleash a killing move if Cheon-hwi didn’t let go immediately.
“Otherwise, you won’t be safe either.”
“That sounds interesting.”
When Cheon-hwi chuckled at the threat.
[S-Stop!]
The terrified Heavenly Ear Beggar sent a telepathic message.
[Hey, think about it carefully. They are people we will see again later at the Zhuge Clan. If you cause an accident now, won’t it become annoying later?]
Cheon-hwi stroked his chin.
It was obvious that if he killed this guy, things would get annoying at the Zhuge Clan.
Tsk, it can’t be helped.
Cheon-hwi easily lifted Tang Jeok and soon threw him toward where the Hidden Form Flying Guest was.
“……!”
Surprised by Tang Jeok being suddenly thrown, the Hidden Form Flying Guest hurriedly caught him in his chest.
“Are you okay?”
“Kegh, kegh. I-I’m fine.”
As Tang Jeok breathed roughly and stroked his neck, a clear handprint was felt.
“Th-This……”
Around the time Tang Jeok’s face was dyed with anger.
Chwararak…
The beaded curtain shook violently as a beggar suddenly entered the Ascending Heaven Guest House.
“Shopkeeper. I would like to get a meal to eat, but do you happen to have any leftovers?”
At that moment, everyone’s gaze was drawn there.
It could not be helped.
Because if it was a beggar in Kaifeng, there was only one group.
“……The Beggars’ Sect.”
The Hidden Form Flying Guest wrinkled the bridge of his nose.
The beggar, who appeared to be in his forties, scratched his messy head and looked around before displaying a quite surprised expression.
“Oh my! I never expected to meet people from the Sichuan Tang Clan here.”
The Hidden Form Flying Guest’s impression turned cold.
The Beggars’ Sect was a sect that had no equal in the world when it came to information gathering.
Especially in Kaifeng where their headquarters was located, there was no way they wouldn’t know they had arrived.
“However…….”
Looking at the Hidden Form Flying Guest and the martial artists who were in combat stances, the beggar asked calmly.
“Could it be that the noble people of the Sichuan Tang Clan are trying to fight in the Ascending Heaven Guest House?”
“…….”
At his question, the Hidden Form Flying Guest emitted a cold gaze and raised his left hand before lowering it.
At that, the martial artists of the Sichuan Tang Clan, who had been emitting sharp killing intent, stepped back.
Subsequently, he stared at the beggar.
To be exact, he spoke after seeing the five knots on the beggar’s side.
“Are you one of the Party Leaders of the Beggars’ Sect?”
“Hahaha, as expected of Great Hero Hidden Form Flying Guest. You have a good eye.”
“……You recognized me immediately.”
“How could I not recognize the Great Hero?”
The silent Hidden Form Flying Guest watched the beggar for a moment.
“Jeok.”
He called Tang Jeok in a low voice.
At that, Tang Jeok frowned.
“Are you seriously saying we should just go?”
“This is enough.”
“But uncle. This person touched our clan. If you just leave him be and go, it will affect our clan’s prestige…….”
“This is not Sichuan, it’s Kaifeng.”
The Hidden Form Flying Guest cut off Tang Jeok’s words.
After that, examining the surroundings with coldly sunken eyes as if not letting his guard down, he added.
“Open your eyes wide and look around.”
Surprised by those words and gaze, Tang Jeok belatedly looked around and closed his mouth with a serious face.
Many beggars were closely sticking to the open windows of the Ascending Heaven Guest House and looking inside.
‘When?’
Around the time Tang Jeok barely contained his bewilderment.
“We will stay at a different guest house today.”
The Hidden Form Flying Guest turned his body abruptly.
His insides were actually boiling too.
Because the attitude and words that young man displayed were clearly actions that disregarded the Sichuan Tang Clan.
He wanted to slit his throat with a flying knife right away and take his life.
But he could not.
As an elder of the Tang Clan right now, he had to weigh the gains and losses, and as a result, he concluded that stepping back was the right thing to do in the current situation where the Beggars’ Sect had appeared.
Because turning against the Beggars’ Sect in Kaifeng was too dangerous of a decision.
Step… Step…
Having organized his thoughts, the Hidden Form Flying Guest walked toward the door.
The martial artists of the Tang Clan didn’t like the situation, but they tried to take their steps following the Hidden Form Flying Guest who was going out first.
However, at that moment.
“Wait a minute.”
Cheon-hwi called out and stopped them.
The beggar who was watching panicked at his call.
‘I barely managed to mediate……!’
He went out of his way to barely mediate in order to prevent a fight from happening if possible, but just when he thought it was over, the young man involved was stirring things up again.
Cold sweat ran down his forehead.
Even two empty hands would make a sound if they clapped together.
If the young man provoked them again, he would have no more justification to stop them.
‘What on earth is he going to say?’
He worried about what he would say.
However, at the following words, he could not help but feel absurdity rather than worry.
“You’re just going to leave like this?”
The Hidden Form Flying Guest narrowed his forehead as he stared at the table Cheon-hwi pointed to with his index finger.
Subsequently, he silently took out four pieces of silver from his sleeve.
And then he flicked the silver pieces toward the manager who was hiding at the counter.
Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!
The silver pieces that flew in a large curve fell onto the counter and piled up neatly.
“Give new food and liquor to those people.”
The Hidden Form Flying Guest, having spoken to the manager, swiftly turned his body and stared straight at Cheon-hwi.
“Is this enough?”
“Hmm, I’ll let it slide this once.”
“This punk!”
“How dare that bastard!”
The martial artists of the Sichuan Tang Clan flared up at the words that sounded like he was being generous and letting them off.
The Hidden Form Flying Guest also had a cool killing intent rise in his pupils for a moment, but it soon cleanly vanished.
“I will be sure to remember your face.”
“Do as you wish.”
Cheon-hwi waved his hand as if he didn’t even care and didn’t even give him a glance.
At the utterly dismissive treatment, the Hidden Form Flying Guest ground his teeth and went outside the guest house.
[I will kill you with my own hands someday.]
Even at Tang Jeok’s vicious telepathic message that tapped his ears, Cheon-hwi smirked and turned his head away without even giving him a look.
“That bastard!”
Tang Jeok, who glared at Cheon-hwi due to the dismissive treatment until the very end, ground his teeth.
Grit…
Tang Jeok, who had glared at Cheon-hwi with a murderous appearance for a while, roughly pushed aside the beaded curtain at the door and went outside.
Soon, when they had all exited.
“Phew. Brutal, so brutal.”
The beggar swept his chest.
‘Bringing all the boys from the Swift Hero Party was a good choice.’
His name was Sa Woo-sang, the Party Leader of the Swift Hero Party, one of the Eight Parties of the Beggars’ Sect. Recently, he stayed at the headquarters and focused on raising the White Clothed Beggars of the Beggars’ Sect together with his subordinates.
However, upon hearing that the Sichuan Tang Clan had visited Kaifeng, he threw away what he was doing and hurriedly brought his subordinates.
While continuously monitoring the Sichuan Tang Clan like that, it seemed like bloodshed would occur at the Ascending Heaven Guest House, so he hurriedly intervened, but…….
‘It turned out as if I intervened for nothing.’
He scratched his head and looked ahead.
The young man who was fighting with the Sichuan Tang Clan just a moment ago had moved to another table in the meantime, and following him, the old man and the woman who had only been watching sat at that table together.
As if nothing had happened.
‘To be so calm even though he made the Sichuan Tang Clan his enemy…….’
He became curious about their identities.
Was the Sichuan Tang Clan just any clan?
It was a place that would chase someone who turned against the clan until they died and see the end of it.
Because of that, those who immersed themselves in Jianghu tried not to get involved with them as much as possible.
They, no. That young man was ready to fight the Sichuan Tang Clan without hesitation.
He continued to scan them to grasp their identities, but he gained nothing.
‘Their clothing is attire that can be seen anywhere, and as for internal energy, well, I can’t feel any.’
As he examined the group like that, he looked closely at the old man before tilting his head.
‘He somehow looks familiar…….’
As he kept looking for a long time, the old man who was eating separately prepared food turned his head as if he felt that gaze, and hurriedly avoided his eyes when they met.
‘Why did he avoid my gaze……? Could he be a person who turned against our sect?’
Around the time his doubts deepened further.
‘Oh well, if I don’t know, I should just clash directly!’
Having finished his thoughts, he strode over and sat at the table where they were sitting.
Cheon-hwi looked at him acting like that and frowned.
“What are you doing?”
“Ahem, since I helped you out for a moment, could I get a meal from you?”
Cheon-hwi looked at him with an expression of what nonsense are you saying.
“Helped with what?”
Perhaps he had not expected that he wouldn’t acknowledge it and would ask back, Sa Woo-sang was rather flustered.
“Didn’t I make it so that you didn’t fight with the Sichuan Tang Clan and let you retreat.”
Cheon-hwi spoke bluntly as if it was absurd.
“I didn’t care even if we clashed.”
Sa Woo-sang’s mouth dropped open.
Even for the Beggars’ Sect, it was to the extent of being cautious about touching the Sichuan Tang Clan, yet the young man in front of him right now was full of confidence.
“A-Are you not afraid of the Sichuan Tang Clan?”
“Not particularly. What is there to be afraid of.”
Sa Woo-sang stared straight at Cheon-hwi.
Then he shook his head vigorously.
‘That gaze is sincere.’
The gaze he looked at had no wavering at all, but rather, it was composed as if he was saying something incredibly obvious.
“If you understood, why don’t you go somewhere else now?”
“A-Ahem. Still, couldn’t I eat just a little bit? Perhaps because I was a bit tense, my belly is sticking to my back.”
Cheon-hwi narrowed his eyes and spoke.
“Goodness. You are quite thick-skinned.”
“Hahaha, thanks for the compliment.”
Cheon-hwi was dumbfounded by his figure gladly accepting the sarcastic remark.
However, that was only for a moment; looking at Heavenly Ear Beggar ravenously eating the remaining food next to him, it somehow made sense.
“It seems one needs a thick face to enter the Beggars’ Sect.”
“Haha, one does indeed need a thick face to beg, but…….”
Sa Woo-sang’s eyes sparkled as he spoke.
“You speak as if you know well about Beggars’ Sect members. Do you know any Beggars’ Sect member?”
“There are several, in fact.”
“Who do you know?”
Just as Cheon-hwi looked at Heavenly Ear Beggar and was about to speak.
[W-Wait, do not speak! Hide the facts about me.]
Heavenly Ear Beggar’s urgent telepathic message was heard.
[Why?]
[Are you telling me to reveal my identity in this state right now? Please, I ask you just this once. Can’t you let this pass quietly just this time?]
It was a very earnest plea.
However.
“Someone named Heavenly Ear Beggar.”
Cheon-hwi completely ignored his words.
[This punk!]
The moment Heavenly Ear Beggar was about to explode in anger.
“Ah! The Grand Supreme Elder?”
Sa Woo-sang suddenly changed his attitude and immediately poured out words.
“Oh my! Of all people, to know that old monster, you must have suffered quite a bit.”
At his words criticizing Heavenly Ear Beggar right away even before his identity was revealed, Cheon-hwi parted his lips with an amused face.
“You seem to know him well.”
“Of course. Do you know how much I suffered because of that old monster…….”
As if he recalled Heavenly Ear Beggar, Sa Woo-sang clicked his tongue.
“Even thinking about it now makes me shudder, it makes me shudder. Once he sneaked in saying he would sightsee the Imperial Palace, only to get caught by the Eastern Depot and made us suffer, didn’t he. Another time he went to see the Lord of the Four Black Alliances and…… Sigh.”
Sa Woo-sang let out a long sigh.
“Recently, he’s making a fuss demanding information about Jianghu, oh my! Just thinking about it again makes me boil with rage, it makes me boil…….”
Around the time he strongly thumped his chest, as if his insides were so frustrated.
‘This is fun.’
Cheon-hwi turned his head to the side.
“Th-This……”
Heavenly Ear Beggar, who was opposite Sa Woo-sang, was quivering his cheek flesh and blushing.
However, whether he knew that or not, Sa Woo-sang continued to criticize Heavenly Ear Beggar even more scathingly.
“Most of our sect are eagerly waiting, counting the days on their fingers for that old monster to die. Yet he is still healthy, so…… Huh?”
“This punk!”
Heavenly Ear Beggar, unable to endure Sa Woo-sang’s continuous criticism, eventually lifted a chair abruptly and struck his head.
Thwack!
“Gah! What kind of action is this?!”
Sa Woo-sang, covering the back of his head that was hit by the chair with both hands, exploded in anger. It was natural since an unknown old man suddenly struck his head, did he not.
At the moment when he shed a drop of tear in his eyes and glared at Heavenly Ear Beggar.
“What? Waiting for me to die, counting the days on your fingers?”
Heavenly Ear Beggar puffed in anger and shouted.
“Wh-What does that…….”
Sa Woo-sang’s face, who had been looking at Heavenly Ear Beggar at the sudden words, gradually turned pale blue.
“C-Could it be, Gr-Grand Supreme Elder?”
“What Grand Supreme Elder! I am the old monster you hate so much, you punk, the old monster!”
“Gasp! N-No! That is…….”
Sa Woo-sang hurriedly waved his hand, but.
“Right, you want me to die?”
Heavenly Ear Beggar’s eyes had already completely flipped. Soon, he lifted the chair he had swung at Sa Woo-sang high up again.
And he wildly swung it toward Sa Woo-sang’s head as it was, and shouted as if throwing a tantrum.
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