I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 229

Episode 229 Negotiation

Sacheon Deokyang Cheongil Sangdan

Gyedalpung, who arrived at Deogyanghyeon, felt relieved when he saw the tightly closed back door.

I ran without stopping, my hair was drenched in sweat and disheveled, but I headed for the door without fixing it.

“Phew, thank goodness…….”

Creak.

“Uh, uh…….”

The moment I stepped inside, I couldn't speak properly.

The Qing Dynasty merchants had to rush to greet the packed barn.

"how?"

Only a pile of black ashes remained.

It's been so long that even the spark has died out and there's no sign of life left.

“Why…… Why……?”

It's been a long time since I dreamed of becoming a long-time writer.

When I first entered Cheongseongpa, I couldn't forget the image of Taegibang, who was my peer, holding the hand of the previous leader and looking down from Yeongjiam.

I wanted to climb. It was so far away, and there were countless moments when I wanted to give up, but I was convinced when I saw people crying and laughing in front of money.

Money that neither Umujado, Taegibangdo, nor Suhanseong can afford.

He believed that this was the key that would propel him to the top.

And now I thought the end was near.

It definitely was like that.

“AAAAAHHHH!”

I felt like everything I had built up was being carried away by the scream I was screaming.

Extreme sense of loss. Gyedalpung cried out with tears in his eyes.

“Mr. Ma…… Mr. Ma…… Mr. Ma-!”

And that empty space was slowly filled with deep resentment.

Apostle, Haewoo-gak, Mr. Ma.

All I could think about was revenge against them.

How shall I kill them? Even if I chew them up and eat them, I won't feel satisfied. I will definitely tear them apart and kill them. Even if it means selling my soul to an evil spirit.

Gyedalpung muttered.

“I’m going to the Manwolsandan……. Even if I have to sacrifice everything for the military……. I’ll get rid of it. Just wait……. Mr. Ma.”

Kwaaaaang! As he thrusts his sword, the gate shatters into pieces and flies away.

His next destination has been decided.

This is the Gansu branch of the Manwol Sangdan, the best in the Central Plains.

If it were the branch manager, Noise Pollution Control Hong Jin-bu, he would definitely grant his request.

And so, the wind of death disappeared in an instant.

And then he disappears a while later.

A boy appeared as if the fragments were coming together as a faint breeze blew.

A boy full of laughter wearing a nightgown. He is the Great Heavenly Swordsman, Guyangryong.

“Huh… That guy back then? Was that what you called a slut? How intense. Hehe.”

Unlike Gye Dal-pung, Goo Yang-ryong was able to identify the culprit just by looking at the burn marks.

“You definitely didn’t come back to play politics. Hehe. Are you really going to get rid of everything? Why?”

Huh. Gu Yang-ryong sniffed and rubbed his chin. Then he giggled and disappeared again.

In the direction where the Gyedalpung disappeared.

* * *

Sacheon Aan Mongjeongsan Neunggakbong

The magnificent view of Mongjeongsan Mountain covered in clouds is captured at a glance. The rulers of Sacheon are gathered in a small pavilion built on the summit.

Amipa's head monk, Baekryo.

Woo Mu-ja, the eldest son of the Cheongseongpa.

The head of the Tang family, Dang Baek-su.

The poisonous party.

And Mr. Ma of Haewoogak, a mere landowner.

After finishing the war fought in the plains, they climbed the nearby Mongjeong Mountain at the recommendation of the Tang Dynasty.

“Have some. Isn’t it said that tea and Zen are one and the same?”

At the point where Tang Zhaoha’s wrinkled fingertips were pointing, there were five teacups on a small table. It was Ganlu Tea, known as the best immortal tea in the Central Plains.

In the Food Classics of the ancient emperor Shennong, it was said that tea and enlightenment are the same path, so it was called "Dasun Ilmi."

If I were to explain it in a difficult way, it would be like this, and for now, it just means to throw away your plans and have some tea.

“I have put away my sword for now, as the elder and Mr. Ma said, but without clear foresight, I cannot end it like this.”

Umuja glared at Baekryo and drank her tea.

“If you wish, continue. I haven’t heard the answer yet either, Jang Moon-in.”

Baekryo also showed his courage without bending. In reality, if the war had gone to the end, it would have been Cheongseong who would have knelt. His shamelessness was obvious.

Anyway, neither side had any intention of just letting it go.

As the heat of the battle faded, all that remained were worries about reality.

A significant number of warriors were injured, and the Daeoam and Cheongil Sangdan were lost.

When I thought that this news would spread beyond Sacheon, my heart sank and I shook my head.

So, it had to end here.

“Hmm… What are you planning to do?”

He turned his gaze to the demon lord. Everyone's attention followed suit.

At this point, is there really an answer that will satisfy everyone? What on earth are you proposing?

Ma Cheon-so sipped his tea, not caring about the burdensome gazes of the chiefs. Then he spoke leisurely.

“What do you want?”

Then Baekryo and Umuja shouted at the same time, not wanting to miss the opportunity.

“Jeong Il-sim and Gye Sa-jil.”

“I guess I should get some advice.”

Shameless! Then they glared at each other and bared their teeth. The battle of words began again.

Dangjo touched his forehead, and Ma Cheonso snickered.

“I didn’t know that the headmaster was so thick-skinned. Even if Jeong Il-sim-gong was in Amisan, he clearly belonged to Cheongseong.”

“Are you saying that if it belongs to Cheongseong, it is okay to rob it?”

“Is that all? How can you be so shameless after taking the case to such a place?”

“Long story. You should speak straight. Who said that Gyedalpung is in Ami?”

Daegalryong. Umuja couldn't bring herself to say anything and just mumbled.

After hearing the story of the disciple, he became emotional and even started a war. But what if he wasn't in Amisan?

“Surely…… there isn’t any?”

“If you don’t believe me, let’s all go to Amisan together.”

"hmm……."

“Do you understand now? How rude of you, Jang Moon-in, have you been? So, A-an, we…….”

Phew! Baekryo's words were cut off and laughter erupted. Of course it was Ma Cheon So. Even though he was receiving cold stares, he snickered as if he found it so funny.

“It’s not that it wasn’t there, it’s that it was left there.”

“Please drink……!”

Baekryo stuck out his tongue inwardly. How much does Lee Ja know?

“Don’t try to fool me with wordplay. But that doesn’t mean that Jang Moon-in can be confident either. After all, it was Gye Dal-pung who provided the cause in the first place.”

Well. When you don't know, it's best to keep your mouth shut, so Umujah remained silent and didn't say anything further.

But that only lasted for a moment. Ma Cheon-so did not allow silence.

“Why is Jeong Il-sim-gong necessary?”

“……Why? It should return to its original place.”

"why."

“Why?”

“So why?”

"why……?"

Are you going to fight? Umujah made a twisted expression, feeling offended by the poking question.

“Jeong Il-sim-gong was discovered by the Master while climbing Jongnam Mountain in Shaanxi. Then, I guess I should return it to its original location, Jongnampa.”

“No, that’s unreasonable…….”

“It seems like you’re being unreasonable. What kind of answer do you want when you’ve hidden the reason for your wish? If that’s the case, then go back and prepare for war. Kill them all until they’re all gone. That’ll do.”

“Listen, Mr. Ma. That’s not what I meant…….”

“I ask again. What is the real reason why you need Jeong Il-sim-gong?”

"that……."

He shoots at you so coldly that even those watching feel a chill down their spines.

Umuja lowered her head, forgetting even the thought of being looked down on.

Then he answered weakly, recalling the fundamental reason why he needed Jeong Il-sim-gong.

“I needed the method of the mind… I lost many people in the Battle of Jeongsa, and my martial arts skills were lost… I thought that if things continued like this, I would eventually be pushed back and disappear into the back alleys. That’s why I did it.”

Yes. That's why. Ma Cheon-so nodded briefly. Now he took a step forward.

You can never reach a conclusion if you keep your true feelings to yourself. You have to completely strip away everything and become naked without any covering.

Ma Cheon-so turned his gaze to Baek-ryo. Now it was his turn. As expected, his gaze was eerie. It was enough to feel like an unspoken pressure to tell him right away.

Baekryo sighed. It was not Mr. Ma who was disappointed, but himself. In the end, before he could ask, his mouth opened first.

“Full Moon Club. I owe them a debt of gratitude.”

“Keep going.”

“The debt can be repaid, but to restore the broken Leshan Great Buddha, excellent stonemasons were needed. And the Gyobuljeon couldn’t find them. So… I had to give them what they wanted.”

“What did you ask for?”

Baekryo exhaled a couple of times and spoke in a crawling voice.

“……We will establish the Sacheon Branch of the Manwol Sangdan in Aan.”

Huh. Everyone sighed in unison. Umuja jumped up and even swung her sword.

“Master! Are you out of your mind? What’s the difference between that and selling off Sacheon?”

“Then is there another way? The Great Buddha of Naksan is a stone Buddha carved with the surname of Master Haetong. How can a Buddhist ignore this, Amitabha?”

“Where on earth did that come from……!”

Clap! When Umuja was about to turn bloodshot from frustration, Ma Cheon-so clapped his hands to break the mood.

There is no need to judge the lofty thoughts of Buddhists. Just grant them what they want most.

“I’ll bring you a stonemason. If you want, I’ll sort out my relationship with the Manwol Sangdan too.”

“Is that… possible?”

“As long as you can pay the price.”

"hmm……."

Baekryo looked at Ma Cheon So in disbelief. What on earth is this author doing? Judging from the evidence, he was the one who created this mess, but now he is trying to solve all the problems.

I couldn't tell if they were friend or foe.

Or is that condition just absurd?

“Don’t be afraid. Hand over Jeong Il-sim-gong to Cheongseong. That’s the condition.”

No. It's an absurd condition that he has nothing to gain from.

Umuja and Dangjo couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, their eyelashes fluttering.

[Please… … What on earth do you want? If you were planning to give Jeongilsimgong to Cheongseong from the beginning… … .]

Why don't you just give it to me instead of calling me? Baekryo trailed off and threw a message.

[The choice was yours, I just told you.]

It leaves you speechless. Because it is true. Ma Cheon-so never told Baek-ryo to steal Jeong Il-sim-gong, nor did he tell Tae-gi-bang to dig a grave. They were the ones who did it.

Umuja said with a moved face.

“If that’s the case, I will treat Mr. Ma as the benefactor of Cheongseong! I will never forget this favor for the rest of my life…….”

“Get your hands off me.”

“Ahem!”

The mood brightened somewhat as the situation settled down. But it was still too early to be happy. The real thing hadn't even started yet. Ma Cheon-so poured cold water on it.

“In Cheongseong, excommunicate Gyedalpung. That is the condition.”

“Um… Mr. Ma. That is a matter of private affairs, and it is not something for outsiders to meddle in.”

“It’s so easy for a benefactor to become a stranger.”

“No, first, let’s find out where the person responsible is…….”

“There’s nothing to look for. It must have gone to the top of the full moon.”

“Why……?”

Baekryo slapped his knee and muttered as if he had realized something at the words that were spoken without a single moment of hesitation.

“He too……was a military man.”

Shh. The corners of Ma Cheon-so’s mouth drew a long curve.