Chapter 9: Minor Clan Lord Yang(4) (2/2)

Luckily, before that happened, Yang Gi Chul came in and excused them from the room.

“You may leave.”

“Yes, Milord.”

The maid desperately prayed outside that once she went back inside, Yang Gi Kang would be dead. But that was never going to happen, because he would receive the best treatments and the best medicine.

Yang Gi Chul gave his son a disdainful look.

“…Father.”

“You stupid rascal. You let that punk beat you like this.”

Yang Gi Kang was ready to cry.

“That punk!”

He was about to say that Byuk Lee Dan was a lot stronger than he expected, but he thought better of it. Right now he couldn’t say anything to his father.

“Please kill that punk! And his parents too! No, not just them, wipe out their whole clan!”

If he was a normal parent, he would have disciplined his son, but this was Yang Gi Chul. Would he really let something like this go? Would he change his mind after coming back home?

“I already plan on doing that.”

He couldn’t forget what happened that day in front of all his subordinates. He couldn’t forget Byuk Do Jun’s stare and actions that day.

‘He dared to ignore me?’ He was someone who didn’t let go of grudges that easily.

‘He dared to talk back to me? Someone whose clan isn’t even in the top ten. Ha, it’s laughable!’

Even if his son didn’t say anything, he was going to wipe out their clan. He might not get his money back, but he would get their heads.

Yang Gi Kang grew excited seeing his father’s rage and said, “Send our subordinates immediately and wipe them out!”

“You idiot! They are already expecting something. There will be too many casualties on our side.”

Did war happen overnight? They didn’t have a legitimate reason to wipe out the Byuk Clan. If he did something without reason, he would making an enemy out of Kang Ho and most likely become the laughing stock of the city. He was still calculating even though he was full of rage.

“So I invited someone over.”

Yang Gi Kang could roughly guess who it was.

“You called Hyeol Gun?”

Yang Gi Chul gave a nod while making an evil smile.

“Since they angered me, they should be prepared to take my wrath.”

Kw.a.n.g Du and I were in a carriage headed for Dong Pyung. This was where the Yang Clan’s manor was located.

I wanted to save time by going on horseback, but since Kw.a.n.g Du was still a novice at riding,  I decided that we should use a carriage. Even though we arrived a few days later, I wasn’t too worried.

Duu. Duu. Duu.

The scenery outside quickly changed. Even though it had been twenty days since I came into this life, there was still no news about my death. I was worried that I might have reincarnated in a different era, but I discovered that I was reborn on the day that I died.

I understood the gravity of announcing the news about the death of the Murim Alliance master. But it might be problematic if a couple of months pa.s.s without an announcement.

“Do you have any money that you have been hiding?”

“Am I such a person who could save twenty thousand nyang?”

Kw.a.n.g Du gave a deep sigh.

“Of course not.”

“So I don’t have it.”

Someone could have asked that if I lived over thirty years of my life as the Alliance Master, shouldn’t I have some money hidden away? Have at least one secret storage somewhere? But my answer was no.

Since I was young, all I did was train like a madman. I had no desires besides getting stronger. I loved the feeling of defeating my enemy and getting stronger, such that I didn’t have any feeling for money. In my eyes piece of gold was just another piece of rock.

After becoming the Alliance Master, I didn’t need things such as money. Was I going to get cold? Was I going to go hungry? Everything that I needed, the Alliance took care of it for me. If I had the thought of saving money I could have saved thousands, no, millions of nyang. But I didn’t have such thoughts and wasn’t very attached to the material things in life.

The amount that the alliance invested in me was innumerable. All of my medical pill and herbs that they gave me couldn’t be counted. But of course they got back their investment during my campaign against the Thirteen Demon Alliance. Anyway, because of their investment I was able to reach the peak of martial arts, and I was grateful for that.

“What have you been reading so intently?”

I think he was curious about the book that I had been reading since we got in the carriage. So I showed him the book I was reading.

Kw.a.n.g Du looked surprised and said, “What? Isn’t that the Brightmoon Sword Art? Isn’t this the Gaju’s personal technique?”

“Yeah. Why are you so surprised?”

“Because this is such a precious technique. Aren’t you afraid that you will attract attention and someone will try to steal it?”

“I think the way that you are acting is attracting more attention.”

“Oh.”

Kw.a.n.g Du said normally, “HAHA, isn’t the Brightmoon Sword Art just an ordinary technique?”

“I’m going to tell father what you just said.”

Kw.a.n.g Du said with a crying face, “Why are you teasing me!? Gaju-nim, the Brightmoon Sword Art is the best sword art in the world.”

“Saying that, you seem really suspicious.” (TL note: lol I feel bad for Kw.a.n.g Du)

“So what, young master!”

The Brightmoon Sword Art really didn’t stimulate me at all. ‘Not too shabby, I’d rate it as a mid-tier’. It wasn’t that I was belittling this sword art, but because I was extremely proficient in martial arts, there weren’t many techniques that could excite me anymore. The purpose of learning this technique was so that I could hide my original techniques.

“But how did you come out carrying this precious thing?”

“This is just a copied version. The real one is still within the clan.”

“No that’s not what I meant…”

“What if someone steals it from me?”

“Yes, that’s what I am afraid of!”

“Don’t worry. To practice this sword art you need to have an understanding of certain ki flow or it will be useless.”

“Oh, so that’s how it was.”

When I told my father that I wanted to learn Brightmoon Sword Art, I received a copied version of it. I went inside and glanced through the ki circulation manual that goes along with it. I was able to remember most of the contents of that book due to how good my memory had become.

Practicing two cultivation techniques was not recommended, because it can cause Qigon Deviation if you’re not careful. Of course that was for almost everyone else in Kang Ho, but who was I?

If I practiced something that was comparable to the Heavenly Protection Cultivation Technique, I might have gotten some backlash, but I wasn’t worried since I was going to be mastering such a mediocre cultivation technique.

“You know young master, you look really awkward when reading, because you usually don’t read much.”

“Do you want to learn martial arts?”

Kw.a.n.g Du hesitated, then said no.

“Your answer is pretty late.”

“No. I don’t have any talent for it.”

“What does your talent have to do with anything? Haven’t you seen Yang Gi Kang, even he knows some martial arts.”

“He was raised from a good family. He probably would have learned it from a good master.”

“To become a person of Kang Ho, having a good family and master is not that important.”

“Then what is more important?”

“Fate.”

“What fate?”

“Fate with Kang Ho.”

Kw.a.n.g Du stared at me with wide eyes, blinking couple of times before questioning me “Ehh, what do you mean by that? You must be joking. If you don’t want to answer me then don’t.”

To become a person of Kang Ho, fate was the most important. If you didn’t have fate then you will die prematurely, or even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to learn.

As I was enjoying the scenery outside Kw.a.n.g Du asked me, “How do you know if I have fate with Kang Ho?”

“I don’t.”

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