Hwang Geumman nodded and began to cry.
“Right. This is...the life I dread of. Exactly this life... Would Mother be proud if she saw ?”
“Of course.”
I reached out and touched Hwang Geumman’s forehead.
“What are you doing?”
“Wait a mont. Commoration Without End; Affection-Trace Remainder; Mother’s Voice as Before; Form Revealed Like a Dream.”
“What are you—”
In that instant, Hwang Geumman’s eyes flew wide.
Before him, the mother he had longed for was standing there, beaming.
“M-Mother?”
—Yes. My son.
“Mother!”
Hwang Geumman threw his arms around her.
Warmth answered him.
An illusion?
That didn’t matter.
Even in a dream, his mother stood before him.
“Mother! Mother! I missed you!”
—My son. I’ve been watching all along. You’ve suffered so much, haven’t you?
“Yes! Mother! It was so hard! I’m sorry! I’ve been so pathetic!”
—No. I saw everything today. Seeing people praise my son...I have no regrets.
“Y-you saw?”
—Yes. My son has beco a Great Sir.
“No! Not yet. I’m still a small man!”
His mother smiled gently and stroked his head.
—My son is already a Great Sir. A Great Sir must act as a Great Sir. Do you understand?
“Yes, Mother! I’ll act like a Great Sir!”
—Good. This mother will always be watching.
“Please! Please watch ! See how your son lives!”
Her happy smile drew a bright smile from Hwang Geumman as well.
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“Yes, Mother!”
—It seems our ti is up.
“Mother?”
—It was good to see you, my son. I’m well, so don’t worry, and co up only after a long, long life. All right?
“Yes, Mother!”
As her figure slowly faded, Hwang Geumman kept his eyes wide, trying to hold every last trace of her.
Only after her image was gone did he finally close his eyes—
—to fix what he’d just seen, whole, in his heart.
When he opened them again, there was no greed in his gaze—only clear, steady light.
I watched, intrigued.
So it can be solved like this, too.
I realized that hitting isn’t the only answer.
Hwang Geumman bowed with fists together toward .
“Benefactor! Thank you! Because of you, I’ve realized how wrong my life has been.”
“Seeing you change like this—I’m the one who’s grateful.”
“May I see your face? I’ll serve you as my benefactor for life.”
I snorted a laugh.
“That’s enough. Changing like this has already repaid the favor.”
It seed I needn’t worry anymore.
With a light sweep of my hand, the goods I’d hidden with the Transparency Mantra appeared.
“This is what’s left after we distributed everything. That looks like your personal property, so I didn’t touch it.”
I watched his eyes as I showed the wealth.
His gaze and expression shifted.
“Heh, heh, heh.”
...Ah.
Should I not have shown him the money?
He rushed to the gold, grabbed it, and, touching it over and over, spoke with delight:
“I was worrying what I’d use to help people! Hahaha!”
A needless worry.
“No, wait! Let’s use this money to start a new trade caravan! Then we’ll earn even more and help even more people!”
So a goal had taken shape for his new life.
He’d still chase money with a death grip, but the purpose was completely different.
Thinking I no longer needed to fret, I slipped away quietly.
After a long think, Hwang Geumman decided to found a rchants’ caravan and turned to speak to .
“Benefactor. I’ll form a caravan—”
I wasn’t there.
“Benefactor...”
He looked around the room, then walked over to the open window.
Staring out, he murmured,
“I will find the benefactor who set on a proper life. And I will repay this grace.”
Clenching his fist on that vow, Hwang Geumman—
In later years, he would be called the greatest tycoon of the Central Plains, the Golden God Lord.
****
“Brother Namgung. Are you all right?”
At my voice, Namgung Baek ca to his senses and looked around.
“Where is this?”
“Outside Ganzhou, on the outskirts.”
“The outskirts?”
“Yes. I found you collapsed on the road and brought you here.”
“On the road? Ah...”
At last, his mory returned.
“Damn... I really took it from those bastards.”
“Bastards?”
I asked with a worried face. He shook his head.
“No. It’s nothing to do with you. Anyway—thank you. I owe you my life.”
“No. I only carried you here after finding you collapsed.”
“No—without you, who knows what would have happened to in the road. Thank you.”
“You’re too kind. Here, I made so porridge. Please eat.”
He ant to refuse—
GRRRRK—
—but the savory sll of porridge set his stomach rioting.
“Why am I so hungry?”
“You woke up after a week.”
“A—a whole week?”
“Yes.”
If not for him, I might’ve starved to death...
“Thank you. Without you, I’d have been in real trouble. I’ll eat gratefully.”
While he ate the porridge I handed him, Namgung Baek recalled what happened at the Hundred-Gold Sect branch.
That was close. I never thought they would have Qi-Scattering Poison floating in the air.
Disable the opponent’s internal qi with Qi-Scattering Poison, then suppress with bruisers trained in Astral-Body Art.
I doubt I was the only martial artist who got done like that.
He rembered the last words he heard before he passed out.
Words that clearly planned to kill him.
And yet he was alive.
How did this happen?
First, he needed to check whether his internal qi was moving properly.
After finishing the porridge, he sat in ditation and began to observe within.
Pain surged.
“Kh—!”
His internal qi gathered, but the ridians were damaged.
Likely the work of Qi-Scattering Poison.
Ending his observation, sothing occurred to him, and he hurriedly looked around.
What he fixed on was a bundled object—
his cherished blade, the Azure Heaven Sword.
It was the heirloom his grandfather had passed down.
He sighed in relief, then t my eyes.
He smiled awkwardly.
“Ah, it’s my grandfather’s heirloom. If I lost it, that would be a disaster.”
“I thought so, so I brought it along.”
“You brought it, little brother? Thank you. I won’t forget this favor.”
“It’s nothing. But...you don’t look well. Are you in pain sowhere?”
“I’m fine. Our Namgung Clan has a secret Spirit Pill. If I take that... Huh?”
He searched himself all over.
Everything but the sword had been stripped away.
At least the sword was safe—he should be grateful for that, right?
A sigh escaped him.
What a pathetic state.
“Take this.”
He looked at the silver-sheened pill I held out.
“What is it?”
“A secret pill of our household. Your qi seems weakened—this should help.”
“Th-thank you.”
He wanted to refuse, but this wasn’t the ti.
He vowed to repay this grace later and began circulating his breathing.
VMMMM—
The mont he started, Namgung Baek jolted.
W-what is this?
A cool, refreshing force whipped through his whole body like a storm.
It surpassed even the Namgung Clan’s secret Sky-Do Profound-Qi Pill.
He already owed for saving his life; now I’d given him a pill this extraordinary?
A trendous grace indeed.
“Phew.”
He finished circulation, opened his eyes, and checked his condition.
All the damaged ridians had nded, and his internal qi flowed smoothly.
More than that, his internal qi had increased by twenty years.
Even the Sky-Do Profound-Qi Pill adds only ten years—yet the pill I gave him had added a full twenty.
Gripping my hand, he thanked fervently.
“Thank you! Truly—thank you! I will repay this grace.”
“What are you saying? It’s only right for a younger brother to help his elder brother.”
“Haha! Is that so? Then it’s only right for an elder brother to help his younger brother, too, isn’t it? I’ll be looking forward to it.”
“Spoken like that...you’re scaring a little.”
“Haha! Don’t be scared.”
Namgung Baek was ready to do anything for .
But first, there was a matter he had to settle.
“My business isn’t finished. Once it’s done, let’s talk again.”
Knowing what that “business” was, I smiled and nodded.
“Yes. Do that, brother.”
He hurried back into the city, only to find everything already resolved; he wore a dazed look, as if he were dreaming.
He returned to where I’d been—
No one was there.
“Huh...”
A boy young as an immortal had helped him.
He hadn’t even repaid the grace and the boy had vanished.
“You said your na was Wigang, right? I’ll find you and repay this favor.”
****
I ca ho, dispelled the clone, and was about to rest when a commotion rose outside.
“What’s going on?”
“T-the second young master is very ill! The lady is urgently calling for the first young master!”
“Wigun is sick?”
“Yes!”
“Got it.”
I ran straight to my younger brother Jeok Wigun’s room.
His face was flushed red, sweat running down in sheets, his breath ragged.
“Mother.”
“Wigang? I don’t know why Wigun suddenly beca like this.”
Mother’s face was crumpling with worry as she held Wigun’s hand tight.
“What about the physician?”
Father ca in then, shaking his head.
“The physician couldn’t find the cause. The fever is too severe—he said we must bring it down first, but there’s little improvent.”
Beside us, Mother kept wringing a cloth and laying the cool compress on Wigun’s brow.
I stepped close, gently took Wigun’s hand, and murmured a Healing Mantra.
Before white light could bloom from my palm, I wrapped it quickly with my other hand to keep the glow hidden.
The power of the mantra wound through Wigun’s body; his harsh breathing began to ease, little by little.
“Huh? Dear, Wigun’s color is coming back.”
“Huh? It is.”
“The prescription the physician gave must be working.”
“Seems so. Thank heavens.”
Watching my parents smile in relief, I smiled, too.
Sssrrrp—
Sweat stread down my face.
I was a bit shaken myself.
Co to think of it, Wigun’s constitution seed weak.
He was still at an age to grow, so I’d held back on harsh training...
When he turns ten, I’ll begin proper training in earnest.
He’s the future master of True Martial Sect, which will beco the strongest sect in the Central Plains—he can’t be weak.
I’ll train him thoroughly.
This is no ti to be out wandering.
I should be preparing my brother’s training—the brother who will bear True Martial Sect’s future.
I’d been neglecting what mattered most.
I tapped my forehead in reproach, then, with a resolute face, made my vow:
Don’t worry, little brother. I’ll make you strong.
So that no one in this world can lay a finger on you.
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