Chronicles Of The Martial God’s Return

Episode 17

“It’s called Nanzhou Sangdan…”

Zhang Samtae was moving toward Zhou Qian on the horse he had obtained from Haomen. Although it was a fairly long distance, the steps didn’t seem that heavy.

I just had a few thoughts, but it was because of what happened between Nanju Sangdan and my younger sister.

The place where Jang Sam-tae stole silk is undoubtedly Nanju Sangdan.

And the place where he killed his younger sister after being caught wearing it arbitrarily was also in Nanju Sangdan.

It is no exaggeration to say that it was a place called Cheolcheon Marshal, which was also the reason why I have not forgotten its name until now.

In the past, I wouldn’t have even dreamed of revenge.

How easy would it be for a powerless thief to take down a top company? But this is not the current Jang Sam-tae. Since he has the power to destroy Gongcheonmun by himself, it is not a problem to destroy even a single Nanju Sangdan.

However, when I tried to get revenge, my body did not want to move easily.

Every situation has a beginning and an end, and no matter how young you are, it was Jang Sam-tae who started it, so you must be able to calmly accept the outcome.

Does your younger brother want the same revenge now?

“Ah… I don’t know what to do! “It’s really annoying.”

Jang Sam-tae scratched his head and shook it nervously. The desire to take revenge is strong, but in the process and because Jang Sam-tae cannot say that he did not make a mistake, it has become a situation where it is impossible to know who is right and who is wrong.

When they had no power, they were people who wanted to kill them so much, but once they gained power, it became a ridiculous situation where they felt like it was pointless.

After thinking for a while, he finally sighed and put everything aside.

It’s not that far from where I am now.

Right now, all I wanted to worry about was going to see my sister.

I followed the road like that for a while. Another day passed and we set off on horseback early in the morning. After repeating this for several days, Jang Sam-tae’s hometown, Jucheon, finally revealed itself.

“A lot has changed here….”

The scenery I remember from my childhood still remains sparsely. But many things have changed, including the surrounding scenery and people.

There were also few familiar faces.

I don’t know if he left or died, but it felt like it had been filled with new people.

Jang Sam-tae walked that distance and headed towards his house.

It was a place where you had to go out of Jucheon and up a mountain road, but there were no people living nearby, so there was no place to live quietly.

It moved along a winding mountain path.

The mountain scenery was no different from when I was young, but the feeling that the scenery had changed a little would not be an illusion.

It is said that even rivers and mountains change in ten years, but it has already been more than twenty years since I left this place, and except for the small things that remain, only unfamiliar things can be seen here and there.

Eventually, it stopped at a certain place.

It was a house that was quite high up on the mountainside, and it also had a view of Jucheon Village at a glance.

There was one house left standing there, completely collapsed. Because there were no traces of human use for a long time, it was overgrown with weeds and had a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Jang Sam-tae went inside.

As I looked around the space that seemed as if it would break if I even touched it, I fell into old thoughts.

The younger brother was always playing in the small yard, and Jang Sam-tae came back home from chopping wood or digging up food in the mountains. We also had to cut wood to make a fire, but the hardest part was doing it in the middle of winter.

With that thought in mind, Jang Sam-tae sat down on a large log in the yard. Although it was a rotten log, I brought it with difficulty because I wanted to create a place to sit in the yard.

Because I had been dragging myself with a rope deep in the mountains all day long, my grip was almost torn apart.

“Is this your house?”

Then a small voice was heard.

Jang Sam-tae, who was sitting, looked away in surprise.

Dan Woohyeon, Namgung Cheon, and Sadohak were looking at the house so naturally that they had been there for some time.

Jang Sam-tae made a bewildered expression.

“I think I left it behind for some reason. Did you manage to find out?”

“That’s what you think.”

“It sounds simple

, but…”

“That’s right.”

Jang Sam-tae glared at Dan Woo-hyeon without saying a word.

Looking at the way his fist was clenched, it was obvious that if it weren’t for Dan Woo-hyeon, it would have gone out already.

Even though he knew that, Dan Woo-hyeon just smiled and moved on.

“It’s a nice house. “It still seems habitable.”

“Do you want to live?”

“You?”

“Ha, you’re good at joking. “The moment you lie down, it will collapse.”

“But are you asking me to live?” Dan Woo-hyeon looked at Jang Sam-tae with a questioning expression.

There was also a puzzled look in his eyes, but he completely ignored it and muttered.

“Jangju, aren’t you the kind of person who will live in a house like this even if it falls apart while you sleep?”

“haha.”

The tone of voice is unclear whether it is trustworthy or sarcastic. Dan Woo-hyeon shook his head and took out a bottle of alcohol from his pocket and sprinkled it on the yard.

“Isn’t my brother buried here?”

“know. Don’t worry, I’m just giving you a drink because the wind that’s staying here is happy to see you.”

“Someone says I look like a crazy person.”

Although I whispered so that no one could hear, I couldn’t fool Dan Woo-hyeon’s ears. When that sharp gaze returned, Jang Sam-tae, who flinched, cleared his throat and turned his head.

“No, what… did I say something wrong? “Isn’t that what other people see?”

“noisy. By the way, where is your brother? “Since you’re here, I should pour you a drink.”

“Eek?”

Jang Sam-tae made a disapproving expression.

Even though it was clear that he was in a situation where he had to say thank you first, Namgung-cheon opened his mouth in shock to see a face that said he was reluctant.

“Inseok, do you hate it? “Why are you frowning like this?”

“Well… it’s a bit much to make me see the faces of the people who beat my brother all the time… isn’t it?”

“Hehe, it’s because you’re doing something that deserves to be beaten like this.”

Bye!

‘evil!’ With a sound, Jang Sam-tae grabbed his head.

Although it was a light move, Jang Sam-tae, who had been hit on the head, swallowed his moans while mortifying himself.

Even though it hurts, it hurts a lot.

Since it was a honey chestnut beaten by one of the five emperors of the world, the pain must have been excruciating?

Jang Sam-tae patted his head and cried.

“Ugh… It’s not far from here… But are you really trying to follow me?”

“Okay, I’m curious about your family.”

At Dan Woo-hyeon’s words, Jang Sam-tae had no choice but to give up everything.

Since it was our first time seeing each other for a long time, we wanted to talk together as much as possible, but when Dan Woo-hyeon and Nam Gung-cheon Sadohak said things like that, we sighed as if there was nothing we could do.

“You can find it by following this road. “It’s made of stacked stones, so it’s immediately noticeable.”

I patted my head and walked along the path on one side. It looks a little bit down to the west from where the house is. It was somewhat close to Jucheon Village, but the reason he was buried in this place rather than near his house was because they knew of the existence of Jang Sam-tae in Nanju Sangdan at the time and were looking for him.

I had no choice but to bury him in a hurry and run away quickly.

But the good news is that it is a place that is not easily seen by people.

Jang Sam-tae, who was heading there, suddenly had an expression on his face that was different from when he first started. Because I haven’t been there for a long time, it always bothered me, but now that I’m here, I wonder how exciting it is.

I couldn’t control my excitement.

“excuse me! “It’s over there!”

“Are you sure?”

“This Jang Sam-tae! “No matter how long ago it was, how could you not remember where my brother was buried?”

He smiled slyly.

Just by looking at that, I could immediately see how good Jang Sam-tae was feeling right now. There will be a lot you want to say and there will also be something you want to give.

Even though he couldn’t accept it with a bright smile, Jang Sam-tae had no choice but to give him everything he could.

Did you finally arrive at that place?

Jang Sam-tae, who was ahead, stopped walking.

“what?”

Jang Sam-tae tilted his head.

The place I remember must be right here.

However, the stones built up are not visible. It is just a flat land and a mountain full of weeds and bushes. No matter where or how I looked, it didn’t look like anyone was buried.

“what’s this?”

“I guess I got it wrong?”

Sadohak asked angrily.

It was obvious that he was reprimanding me for not being able to even find my younger brother’s grave.

“No… of course!

This… take a look at this tree! “Isn’t there a mark where I cut myself?” Jang Sam-tae pointed to a large tree.

It was engraved in preparation for any unexpected situation. A stone can fall at any time, so if you carve a trace on a large tree, all you have to do is find it.

However, although traces were found, there was nothing that appeared to be his brother’s grave.

“How did this happen?”

Jang Sam-tae sat down with a puzzled expression.

My eyes were shaking violently and my hands and ears were shaking. I looked around in disbelief and then started walking frantically here and there.

“This can’t be happening! “I can’t believe it’s right here!”

A voice that was almost like a scream spread loudly.

Money is truly a scary thing.

It is by no means an exaggeration to say that money can even control ghosts.

This is because a person’s life changes depending on whether they have a lot of money or a little money from the moment they are born until they die.

Gong Gong-ji looked around.

Numerous men were standing holding all kinds of weapons.

Experts who know you just by name. These people are called the world’s top 100 great experts, and they are also active in Gansu.

Each person has considerable power, so with this number, even the so-called major powers will feel a sense of crisis.

widely-!

She looked at them and threw a purse on the table.

It was quite heavy, but when the spout was loosened, gold came pouring out from inside.

“Ooh-! “Isn’t it amazing?”

“Haha, it’s also Nanju Sangdan. “You can prepare such a large amount of money in an instant.”

The men gathered around nodded with satisfied expressions. With this amount of money, you will be able to make a living without having to work for several years.

But it’s not the end.

Blank Ji took out a bunch of vouchers from his arms and placed them on the table, as if to laugh at the surprised people.

“It’s 100,000 nyang hermit.”

“omg’?!”

“Si… 100,000?”

The deposited slip alone is worth 100,000 nyang in silver characters. If so, it was also clear that if you include the money, it would be an unimaginable amount.

It was an amount that could never have been obtained if it were not for Nanju Sangdan, who is said to be the richest man in Gansu.

“Jang Sam-tae of Honam Danga. I’m putting this money on that neck. Please bring it.”

People opened their eyes wide.

The weight of the name Honam Danga pressed down on my shoulders. But what shakes their hearts even more than that is the enormous amount of money lying on the table.

But isn’t life inherently more important than money?

As they hesitated and looked at each other, Gong Gong-ji bit her lip and opened her mouth.

“If you succeed, I will give you another 500,000 nyang.”

They say that money can even control ghosts.

And Gong Gong-ji was a woman who knew how to manipulate demons with money.

Her words calmed the men’s trembling hearts.

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