Chapter 181: A Winter That Isn't Cold (3)
A Winter That Isnt Cold (3)
I woke up early in the morning, finished my light training, and wiped my sweat off.
My stiff muscles loosened, and my Qi flowed naturally, making me feel more refreshed than usual.
As I continued to loosen up my body, enjoying the newfound freshness, I suddenly heard a strange sound behind me.
Ungh
Why are you knocked out when you barely did anything?
Behind me, Gu Jeolyub was sprawled on the ground, drooling.
He usually had a handsome face, but every time after training, he ended up in that ugly state.
Seeing him like that, I couldnt help but sigh.
Why are kids these days so weak like that?
Im older than
Yeah sure, you are older than me. So, try to keep up.
Ungh
I think this all started after I went to Mount Hua.
Trying to match Yung Pungs level of training became a habit.
I became accustomed to the stupidly absurd training methods of Mount Hua.
[Stupidly absurd you say! You rotting piece of shit.]
A dead person of Mount Hua barked up against my accurate statement. It seemed like even he agreed on the inside.
[Its a good omen!]
Good omen, you say
True, I guessed you could see it that way.
It was because the more I trained, the better I became.
I slightly turned my head around to look at Muyeon.
He also looked exhausted like Gu Jeolyub, but he wasnt rolling on the ground.
However, if I had to list a problem, he was avoiding eye contact with me.
Perhaps he was still mad at me for what I did yesterday.
Why is a grownup like him sulking?
I thought to myself, but I couldnt blame him since I knew it was my fault.
Nonetheless, I noticed him lifting his lips now and then.
It was likely because of the precious sword hanging from his waist.
I had given Muyeon the sword I received from the Murim Alliance as a tournament prize.
When Muyeon, filled with disappointment and sadness, took a look at the sword
Does the Young Master really think that Id be content with something like this?
That was what he said, but I guessed it was hard for him to refuse the gift.
Gee, hes really happy about it.
He tried his best to suppress any signs of a smile, but in my eyes, I could already see his contented grin.
[A sword is more important than anything to a swordsman, so it makes sense.]
When Elder Shin spoke while nodding to show his agreement with Muyeons feelings, I asked him a question.
But Ive heard that masters arent picky with their tools.
In response to my question, Elder Shin responded after scoffing.
[Hmph, what nonsense. This is why fighters who only use hands cant have a conversation with people like us.]
Why are you bringing up hands all of sudden?
What was this old man on about?
Wasnt he basically discriminating against martial arts at this point?
[Its common sense that the better the sword, the easier it holds the users Qi, and you say that masters arent picky with tools? Only nonsensical idiots would utter dogshit like that.]
I didnt want to admit it, but I nodded in agreement with Elder Shins words.
I had asked him the question, despite already knowing the answer. In reality, people always seek the best quality weapons.
[I used the sword crafted by the worlds finest artisan.]
Many times, a swordsman had to strike twice to achieve what could have been accomplished in one stroke with a better sword.
This was especially critical in life-and-death situations.
[That settles it. Anyway, kid.]
Yes.
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Following Elder Shins question, I looked at Gu Jeolyub crawling on the ground.
He was in disarray after our training session, and his eyes displayed a hint of defiance toward me.
The reason why he was looking at me like that was because I gave the sword to Muyeon instead of him.
But to me, it all just seemed funny.
Logically speaking, would I have really given it to you?
Muyeon was a member of the Gu Clan, and while he didnt entirely belong to me, he served as my escort, And he had somewhat earned my trust.
But you?
Hey, get up.
I went closer to him and tapped him a few times.
How long do you plan to lie here?
Dont mind me.
What did you say?
Young Master wont care about someone like me anyway Aghh!
He was spouting nonsense, so I gave him a quick stomp.
I had mentioned this before, but it irked me every time good-looking guys spoke to me like that.
Why are you bitching about not getting a sword, especially when you are rich?
What money do I have!?
Yeah, sure.
Well, it was true that he didnt have any.
But the First Elder had a lot.
I know that mans wealth.
I knew how much money he had saved, having seen the wealth Gu Sunmoon had generated and how much the First Elder had saved up during my past life.
And judging by how Gu Jeolyub typically lived, this guy had definitely lived a rich life.
It was possible that he had a more luxurious lifestyle than even mine, despite being the direct blood relative of the clan.
[Richer than the direct blood relative of the clan, you say? What kind of life did you lead?]
Despite me saying this, I realized that I had led a fairly extravagant life myself.
Father usually gave me money whenever I asked for it.
The only issue was that I tended to squander most of it.
Oh, for gods sake, stop bitching already.
I never bitched.
Yeah, Im sure you didnt.
Even though youve been sulking since we started training. I thought about stomping on him once more, but I held myself back.
I couldve sworn this guy didnt have such a hassle of personality before, so why was he acting like a child now?
I understood that he might be annoyed if I used a prize to leverage his assistance but then didnt award it to him, but it was really annoying to see him acting so childish.
Ill give you something similar later, so stop whining and get up.
In the end, I couldnt win against him, so I offered an alternative, which instantly rekindled the spark in Gu Jeolyubs eyes.
Then, he stood up.
As if he had been waiting for this moment.
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