Childhood Friend of the Zenith - Chapter 172

Chapter 172: It Is Fate (1)

It Is Fate (1)

Hanam and Shaolin, which lay within Hanam, held significant meaning.

It was undoubtedly one of the territories of the Ten Sect Alliance.

The formation of the Murim Alliance in Hanam owed much to Shaolin, and this alone carried great significance.

Among the Ten Sect Alliance, Shaolin boasted the largest number of followers and garnered considerable support from various sources.

In a way, Shaolin represented the very essence of the Orthodox Faction.

However, I held a different perspective.

A group of bald headed and black hearted monks.

Home to those who had discarded their decency along with their hair.

At least that was my view of Shaolin.

When do you plan to visit Shaolin then?

Tang Soyeol asked during our meal after the banquet had ended.

It had become rather obvious by this point that we regularly ate together.

Hmm, I am thinking of going there before I go back home.

I said it earlier, but I didnt really have a personal reason for me to go to Shaolin.

If it wasnt for Elder Shins request, I didnt really need to go there.

Well, I guess I wouldve had to go there at some point.

It wasnt like I had a good reason to go, but I should, considering the effort it took to come all the way to Hanam.

Also, it wasnt that there was nothing for me to do there.

And Ill see the future Heavenly Dragon if I get the chance to.

A young individual who already held the official spot of the Heavenly Dragon.

This title had been granted through negotiations between the Murim Alliance and Shaolin, but in my eyes, this individual was deserving of such a title even without those discussions.

However, they do become a demonic human in the future.

But, that event lay in the distant future, if it even occurred at all in this lifetime.

A young child bearing the hopes of Shaolin becoming a demonic human such a notion was truly absurd and it wouldnt be long before such an event unfolded in the world.

As I contemplated this, nibbling on a dumpling with my chin resting on my hand, Tang Soyeol spoke up quietly.

Umm Young Master Gu

Hmm?

Then um Are you planning to accompany Lady Moyong to Shaolin?

Tang Soyeols question stirred memories of the encounter with Moyong Hi-ah because I could never imagine Moyong Hi-ah suddenly approaching and saying that to me.

Why did she say those words to me?

We werent talking just about anyone, but that almighty Moyong Hi-ah.

Such a cold and emotionless individual wouldnt engage without a purpose.

I knew that she was a woman capable of fully hiding her emotions in her words and body gestures to make sure her plans succeeded.

-No.

Which was why I denied her.

As firmly as possible.

It wasnt that I didnt trust Moyong Hi-ah, but I simply saw no need to involve myself with her unless it was absolutely necessary.

And thankfully, Moyong Hi-ah only nodded and left without being stubborn when I denied her.

I thought she would at least tell me the reason if she came all the way to me to ask.

Dribble-

When I looked in the direction of pouring water, Namgung Bi-ah was filling back up my empty teacup.

When I looked at her wondering what she was doing, Namgung Bi-ah spoke with half-sleepy eyes.

Drink water. You look thirsty.

I wasnt necessarily thirsty, yet I drank it anyway since I was thankful.

I quenched my throat with water and asked Namgung Bi-ah.

How are you feeling?

Fine.

Since the sword didnt cut deeply into her, the doctor said that it wont leave a scar and Namgung Bi-ahs healing process was quick as well thanks to her being at a relatively high martial realm.

Good.

It had been bothering me for a bit, but Im glad that shes feeling fine.

After hearing our conversation, Tang Soyeol suddenly spoke out.

You must be glad.

Hmm?

Well you did visit her room every day.

Did I?

Strange I couldve sworn that you went every day.

When did she see me?

I made sure to be discreet.

So when did she notice?

Thanks to that, I was put into a hassle of a situation.

After hearing what Tang Soyeol said, Namgung Bi-ah started to stare at me with suspicious eyes.

And because of the way she stared at me, I slightly avoided her eyes.

What a hassle this was.

I just went because I had nothing else to do.

Was the excuse I used, but the way she looked at me didnt change.

Was this what she wanted? Tang Soyeol started to giggle at the back.

You find this funny?

Well it is funny.

I dont know what part of this she found funny.

I let out a sigh and started to eat dumplings again.

It felt like I was going to get sick with the way Namgung Bi-ah was staring at me, but I did have to fill my stomach.

As I was putting a whole dumpling into my mouth, I looked at the person next to me who had barely touched the food.

It was none other than Wi Seol-Ah.

Seeing her like that, I let out a scoff.

And you say you have nothing going on?

If Wi Seol-Ah was ignoring her food, that had to mean that something major had happened.

I had asked her a few more times after that, but Wi Seol-Ah hadnt given me an answer.

Well, she did answer.

Because my order from the clan was to be your escort.

Then you shouldve done your job earlier as well, why are you here now when you didnt even show yourself at all during the tournament?

Your intentions are transparent, idiot.

Ahem

It was definitely because of the sword I had received from the Alliance.

As I had said that I would either give this to Muyeon or to Gu Jeolyub, having heard that, Gu Jeolyubs eyes lit up in flames and he continued following me around.

It was as if he was a dog.

Ugh, what a hassle

I only want to do my job as an escort of the Young Mas-

Whos escorting who? Youre weak as shit.

Gu Jeolyub faltered after hearing me.

His expressions seemed deeply hurt, but he couldnt really say anything since he knew that was the reality.

I heard someone bursting out in laughter from next to him.

It seemed like Muyeon was the one that laughed.

Gu Jeolyub looked at Muyeon in shock, Muyeon covering his mouth like nothing had happened.

Both of them are clowns.

Tsk Tsk

Clicking my tongue, I looked back at Chuwong.

Anyway, what is it that you wanted to talk about?

Chuwong, who seemingly woke up from his daze, fixed his posture immediately.

Its nothing much but I had something that I wanted Young Master Gu to take care of.

Something that the Beggars Sect wanted me to take care of?

Several items came to my mind, but before all that I had to ask.

Why?

I had to ask for the reason.

To be honest, I already knew the reason, but I had to keep the flow of the conversation going.

Chuwong knew this as well, so he probably had an explanation that he had prepared beforehand.

As expected, Chuwong started to speak without stopping.

From generation to generation, the Beggars Sect has been giving some I guess you could call support, to talented young prodigies.

Support huh, are you giving money?

Jeez, what hobos would have money.

Then?

Support from Beggars Sect would be information! We are looking to give information to Young Master Gu.

Chuwong carefully took out a wooden plate from his pocket and handed it to me.

After seeing that, I looked at Chuwong bluntly.

Information huh.

The word support sounded good,

But this was only them doing this so that they have something to use against me when something good happens to me in the future.

The Beggars Sect has given you help ever since then, so dont forget about the help we gave you, it was something like that.

This is a bit of a cheap deal.

Because of me knowing Chuwongs future, the words he spoke to me now held no value to me.

It seemed like he read my emotions from my expression because Chuwong continued to speak after being slightly flustered.

This wooden plate is only given to very few people of Beggars Sect.

Whats good about having it?

You can get every information that our branch could provide you with!

Information I could get from a branch of Beggars Sect.

That was a pretty good deal for a young prodigy.

The noble clans kept a good relationship with Beggars Sect already and the fact that information held a lot of power was something young prodigies already all knew.

So this meant that a part of Beggars Sect was giving me a special treatment.

This was certainly something that could help me,

But I would say something like Do I bother? to this.

I already had a lot of information that the Beggars Sect didnt, and yes, there could be moments where I need the Beggars Sects help, but it was also a problem that I didnt really trust the Beggars Sect.

Hmm

What should I do?

I couldnt just say that I dont need it at all and my original goal was to just build a relationship with Chuwong.

I had already achieved that with the conversation we had, but

It feels like a waste.

Rather than the Beggars Sect, I wanted to keep a relationship with Chuwong.

Not too much, but just enough.

Tap tap-

I tapped my fingers onto the table.

I needed some time to think.

Chuwong probably was wondering why this kid even hesitated about this.

Because there hasnt been a moment where the Beggars Sect had actually claimed some credit to an individuals achievement saying that their help had played a role.

This was just one of the Beggars Sects numerous ways of livelihood.

I stared at the plate for a bit, then I pushed it back towards Chuwong.

This meant denying his offer.

Huh?Uhhh True, no, Young Master Gu? This was a really good

Chuwong tried to explain further about the pass, panicking slightly at my denial, but after taking it out of my pocket and showing it to him, he was flabbergasted, his mouth remaining wide open.

I dont need the pass, nor do I need the support.

The thing that I took out was the wooden pass that the Immortal Healer had given me telling me to use it if I ever needed help from the Beggars Sect.

He said something like I could even meet the head of the sect if I even just showed it to them.

I spoke while looking at Chuwong who seemed to be malfunctioning.

Could I ask you a favor? A personal one.

It was a request he couldnt easily decline.

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