Mu-jin, holding the sleeping child in his arms, used his qinggong to dash through the darkness.
Although he had traveled half a day by carriage, it took him quite a bit of time to return, even with his qinggong.
Mu-jin, who had departed the inn late in the evening, managed to sneak back into the inn around the hours of the Rat (11 PM to 1 AM).
“You’re back earlier than I thought.”
The group, welcoming Mu-jin who returned late, was startled to see the child in his arms.
“Isn’t that Mun-hyuk?”
“Didn’t he go somewhere else earlier today?”
“Did you kidnap him, Mu-jin!?”
“No way… Was So-cheongmun such a place?”
However, the children, who had been captivated by the bright and beautiful appearance of So-cheongmun, found it difficult to believe Mu-jin’s words.
Fortunately, the child, whose acupoints Mu-jin had released in advance, began to wake up.
The child, who had almost experienced something horrific, looked anxious as he opened his eyes but then saw the familiar face of Cheongsu Dojang and clung to him.
Seeing the child clinging to Cheongsu Dojang, who had regained his composure after traveling back and forth from So-cheongmun, Mu-jin’s expression hardened as he listened to Mu-jin’s story.
When Mun-hyuk suddenly clung to him, Cheongsu Dojang awkwardly patted his back, caught off guard.
Once Mun-hyuk seemed a bit more relaxed, the group carefully asked him about what had happened there.
The story Mun-hyuk shared was almost identical to what Mu-jin had explained.
“So it really was that kind of place…”
“Maybe it was just that particular inn?”
“The manager said that So-cheongmun is famous for such things.”
“He might have been lying to save his own skin, Mu-gung.”
Mu-gung and Mu-gyeong were still confused as they exchanged such words.
“No wonder! That’s why Ling-ling said those things!”
Meanwhile, Mu-yul brought up quite an odd story.
“Ling-ling? What about her?”
“Whenever she met the head of So-cheongmun, Ling-ling would hide behind me, saying he looked like he wanted to eat her.”
“What? You should have told us if something like that happened!”
Surprised, Mu-jin said, to which Mu-yul tilted his head.
“But it happened before too.”
“When Mu-jin and Ling-ling first met. Ling-ling hid, saying Mu-jin looked like he wanted to eat her.”
“I thought Ling-ling just had bad judgment about people.”
Mu-jin, at a loss for words, avoided Mu-yul’s innocent gaze. It seemed it was all due to his karma.
However, Mu-yul and Ling-ling’s words seemed to give credibility to the suspicion about So-cheongmun.
Especially Cheongsu Dojang, holding Mun-hyuk, had a fierce determination in his eyes.
“Wait. So why did you suddenly follow Mun-hyuk, Mu-jin? Did you know about So-cheongmun beforehand?”
At that moment, Mu-gyeong, as perceptive as ever, pointed out sharply.
“Then why didn’t you say anything? You told us it was a good place at first.”
“Because if I had told the truth, you wouldn’t have been able to keep a straight face.”
It was different from pretending to be bandits. Unlike beating up bad guys while dressed as bandits, here they had to act oblivious and moved by the villains.
Could the children, who had never worked in society, manage to smile for business while cursing inside? It was something only Mu-jin, worn out by countless troublesome customers, could do.
Someone started knocking on the gate of So-cheongmun, where everyone was already asleep.
One of the disciples, who woke up, went to check and found that it was the people who had recently been frequenting So-cheongmun.
“What brings you here at this late hour?”
He asked, suppressing his annoyance, but the others were insistent.
Forcing their way in, they entered So-cheongmun, and surprisingly, Mun-hyuk, who had been adopted during the day, was with them.
Realizing something was wrong, the disciple tried hard to manage his expression.
Due to the commotion, the martial artists and children of So-cheongmun woke up and came out to see what was happening.
“What are you doing here?”
The children, who had come out out of curiosity, naturally expressed their confusion upon seeing Mun-hyuk.
As everyone gathered, Mu-gyeong, the most logical among Mu-jin’s group, stepped forward and spoke up.
Strangely, Mu-jin was not present.
“The reason Mun-hyuk is with us is simple. We rescued him. So-cheongmun Master.”
“Rescued him? What do you mean?”
Despite knowing everything, the So-cheongmun Master pretended to be ignorant and asked.
Suppressing his rising anger, Mu-gyeong began to recount what he had heard from Mu-jin and Mun-hyuk.
If he hadn’t learned patience from Hye-gwan, he might have lost control and killed them all already.
As Mu-gyeong’s explanation and Mun-hyuk’s testimony combined, a commotion naturally erupted.
“Is it true, Mun-hyuk?”
The children started looking back and forth between Mun-hyuk and the So-cheongmun Master with confused expressions.
During this, the So-cheongmun Master, acting very wronged, spoke up.
“I had no idea such a terrible thing happened. I apologize to you and Mun-hyuk for not thoroughly investigating Grand Elder. However, I assure you, our So-cheongmun was not involved.”
It was merely a coincidence. It was not intentional.
The shameless answer caused even more confusion on the children’s faces.
For at least a few months, or even years, the children had been cared for by the So-cheongmun Master. Naturally, they wanted to believe his words.
Mu-gyeong recited Buddhist scriptures inwardly to calm his murderous intent and rebutted the So-cheongmun Master’s words to persuade the children.
“Once again, our So-cheongmun has never intentionally committed such acts. This is slander!”
However, the So-cheongmun Master continued to feign ignorance, making their conversation seem like a parallel line.
Until Mu-jin appeared.
“Something unknown to me is found in the Master’s quarters?”
Mu-jin appeared not from the entrance of So-cheongmun but from within, specifically from the direction of the Master’s quarters.
In his hands were a cloth bundle and a booklet.
While the others were distracted, Mu-jin had sneaked in using the Stealth Shadow Technique and Ghost Step Technique to steal these items.
When Mu-jin threw the cloth bundle on the ground, expensive-looking valuables spilled out.
“How many years have you been doing this?”
Mu-jin opened the booklet and examined it, revealing a history of selling children over the past few years.
“Are you trying to frame me with this book you created?”
Of course, the So-cheongmun Master continued to feign ignorance.
Mu-jin abruptly threw the booklet towards Baek Ga-hwan, who was holding Baek Ga-ryeong.
“Whether it’s slander or true, Mr. Baek will verify. Check the transaction records before we arrived and see if they match the dates when the children were adopted.”
Despite his confusion, Baek Ga-hwan reflexively opened the ledger and, after checking, closed his eyes tightly and opened them again, speaking in a voice filled with dread.
“…Kang-hyuk So-hyeop’s words are correct.”
Perhaps because of Baek Ga-hwan’s testimony, the children’s gazes, unsure of whom to believe, were now filled with strong suspicion.
Naturally, these looks were directed towards the So-cheongmun Master.
“Damn it, these bastards are hastening their own deaths!”
Seeing that pretense was now futile, the So-cheongmun Master finally revealed his true colors.
“Kill them all. Anyway, Elder Yu is coming tomorrow, and we can sell the children to him all at once. Ah, and don’t forget that monkey.”
The disciples, evidently in collusion, immediately changed their expressions upon hearing the Master’s order.
“Who’s going to clean up whom?”
“Mu-jin, can we start now?”
“Let’s go, Ling-ling!”
It was actually Mu-jin’s party who had been holding back their anger.
Without a word, Cheongsu Dojang, who had been silently seething, drew his sword, and a chilling slicing sound filled the air.
Curiously, the screams came quite late.
The scream came from those witnessing the So-cheongmun disciple who had been cut down and killed.
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No, Cheongsu Dojang charged at the So-cheongmun disciples.
Mu-jin’s party rushed in to stop Cheongsu Dojang.
“That guy has lost it again!”
“The children are watching!”
The Muja Quartet managed to grab Cheongsu Dojang’s limbs, but by then, five So-cheongmun disciples had already lost their lives.
The So-cheongmun disciples had learned martial arts but couldn’t possibly match one of the top young masters from the orthodox factions.
Moreover, with Cheongsu Dojang’s eyes ablaze with rage, he continued his lethal swordsmanship.
In three swift thrusts and two slashes, he pierced the hearts of two, punctured the throat of another, beheaded one, and bisected the last disciple.
With such supernatural and absurd skills, the So-cheongmun disciples lost the will to resist and stared blankly at Cheongsu Dojang.
“If you don’t want to die, drop your weapons and kneel, you bastards!”
With Mu-jin holding back Cheongsu Dojang’s sword, his face flushed, he shouted, causing the So-cheongmun disciples and their Master to hurriedly kneel on the ground.
Of course, there was no intention to forgive those who had sold the children.
It was just that, with so many children around, they planned to send them away before finishing things to protect their emotional well-being.
But, with Cheongsu Dojang’s rampage, the heavy scent of blood already permeated So-cheongmun.
And Cheongsu Dojang, forcibly held by the Muja Quartet, still gazed at Mu-jin with eyes burning with rage.
“…Why are you trying to protect such villains?”
“Hoo. I’m not protecting those scumbags; I’m protecting the children.”
As Mu-jin said this and looked at the children around them, Cheongsu Dojang’s gaze followed.
There, the children who had recently played with Cheongsu Dojang were standing.
Every child who made eye contact with Cheongsu Dojang averted their gaze or had a frightened expression.
The flames in Cheongsu Dojang’s eyes gradually extinguished, replaced by a complex mix of emotions.
The child who last made eye contact with him.
Mun-hyuk, who had called him “big brother,” had a face filled with fear and was hiccupping.
Cheongsu Dojang’s face turned pale.
Mu-jin, who was right in front of Cheongsu Dojang, didn’t miss the moment when Cheongsu Dojang’s Adam’s apple moved quickly.
‘…Cheongsu Dojang’s inner demons are more severe than I thought.’
Mu-jin judged that he was undoubtedly trying to forcibly swallow the blood that was rising up.