RDM (Novel) Chapter 455

C 455

Yueqing was a fairly large city.

Its location at the intersection of waterways and land routes made it a frequent destination for those transporting large quantities of goods, such as merchants and courier stations. As a result, there were well-developed accommodations for them. Moreover, there was a fairly large horse market on the outskirts.

Those traveling by water sold their horses here, and those traveling by land bought them.

Given the circumstances, Yueqing's horse market was bustling.

As soon as the Zigong merchant group arrived in Yueqing, they visited the horse market to sell their horses. They were not trying to sell the horses pulling the carts. It was to sell the horses they had taken from the bandits.

The value of one horse exceeded five nyang of gold.

And a few dozen horses would fetch at least a few hundred gold.

That's why they went through the trouble of bringing all the horses.

"Hmph, they're all well-maintained. Where did you get so many horses?"

The horse market merchant admired the horses brought by the Zigong merchant group.

Acquiring this many horses was not easy.

Even the merchant couldn't hide his greed as he looked at the dozens of horses.

"Just yesterday, dozens of horses like these came in, and more are coming in today."

"You mean more came in yesterday?"

"Yes! An old man came in alone with the horses. It was a pity that the other merchants bought them all..."

There were more than dozens of merchants in the horse market buying and selling horses.

They were all in a competitive relationship.

Whoever secured more good horses could dominate the horse market.

The merchant who greedily eyed the horses brought by the Zigong merchant group was also an ambitious man.

"I'll give you five nyangs of gold for each horse. Sell them all to me."

"Don't joke around. No! I'll go to another merchant."

"Hey! Why are you in such a hurry? How much do you want?"

"Ten nyangs for each horse!"

"Let's settle for six nyangs."

"No! I won't sell them."


Lee Shin-pill turned his head with a displeased expression.

He was also a seasoned merchant.

He could take such a strong stance because he knew the basic market price of horses and was aware of the superiority of the horses ridden by the bandits.

"Fine! Then I'll give you seven nyangs. I can't give any more than that."

"Seven nyang, huh..."

As Lee Shin-pill still showed a displeased expression, the merchant quickly added more conditions.

"I have my own inn here, and if you're staying here for the night, I'll give you mine. It's better than having to look for somewhere else."

"Of course, the cost of staying at the inn will be free, right?"

"You're like a robber... Fine! I will cover all the costs of staying at the inn for seven nyangs per horse."


Only then did Lee Shin-pill smile and accept the deal.

"I've never seen a more cunning merchant than you. The Zigong merchant group will prosper greatly."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It is a compliment."

The merchant pulled out a promissory note from his pocket.

"It's 210 nyangs. You can exchange it for gold when you go to the Guizhou Province's marketplace."

"Thank you! But you mentioned that a large number of horses came in yesterday?"


"Do you know who sold them?"

"I only heard it was an old man. I don't know anything more than that."

"I see."

Lee Shin-pill nodded.

The merchant called an employee and ordered him to guide the Zigong merchant group people to his inn.

Lee Shin-pill returned to Pyo Wol with the money from the horse sale.

He held out the promissory note to Pyo Wol and said,

"Here's the money from selling the horses."

"Why are you giving me this?"

"Didn't the master destroy the bandits? This is the money I earned thanks to your hard work, so of course I owe you."


Pyo Wol stared at the promissory note for a moment and then took only half of it.

"Use the rest for travel expenses."

"You don't need to do that."

"Enough! Just go."


As Lee Shin-pill stepped back, Pyo Wol handed the promissory note to Do Yeonsan.


"You earned it, so you keep it."

"I don't need that much money..."

"It doesn't hurt to have a lot of gold. Just keep it."


Do Yeonsan reluctantly took the promissory note and immediately handed it to Eun-yo.

"What's this?"

"I don't need it, so you manage it instead."

At Do Yeonsan's words, Eun-yo frowned for a moment but didn't refuse.

Having managed various businesses in the city, she was familiar with handling money.

"Alright. I'll hold onto it, so let me know if you need any."


Do Yeonsan smiled brightly.


Eun-yo couldn't help but let out a laugh as well.

The journey was never dull with Do Yeonsan around.

Pyo Wol watched them for a moment and then said,

"Let's go!"



The carriages had already started moving, following Lee Shin-pill.

Do Yeonsan hurriedly drove the carriage so as not to lose sight of them.

The place they arrived at was called Changshin Guest House.

The building itself was shabby, but very large.

With a separate stable and storage area, it was the perfect environment for the trading group to stay.

Do Yeonsan said,

"Brother! I'll put the horses in the stable and then go in, you go ahead."

It would take a considerable amount of time to put the horses in the stable and move the luggage.


Pyo Wol got off the carriage with Eun-yo first.

The two of them walked shoulder-to-shoulder into the guesthouse.

It was bustling with people who had already arrived.

As the trading group members all entered at once, the atmosphere was inevitably chaotic.

Pyo Wol and Eun-yo found an empty seat.

The seats by the window looking out had been deliberately left empty for Pyo Wol and his group.

The two sat down and looked out the window.

Although the sun had set, there were still quite a few people walking around in the streets.

Just by looking at the relaxed expressions of the people, they could tell the atmosphere of the area.

"It's nice."

Eun-yo murmured, propping her chin on her hand.

Her gaze was fixed precisely on the people passing by on the street.

In her unfocused retina, the afterimages of the people were imprinted.

It would be better if she could see the people with her eyes, but she could still discern their emotions by feeling alone.

Not everyone might feel that way, but at least the people passing by the guesthouse seemed relaxed.

Today was the first time she realized how relaxing it is to see people who don't show impatience.

Pyo Wol said,

"If you want, you can live like that too."

"I guess so."

There was already a solid foundation in Chengdu.

She owned several brothels under her name.

If she wanted, she could live a comfortable and leisurely life at any time.

It would be perfect if Do Yeonsan would join her.

Eun-yo soon lowered her head.

It was a pleasant thought, but she knew it didn't suit her.

She had already set her foot deeply into the world of martial arts.

It was like a swamp, and once you stepped into it, it was impossible to get out without paying a price, and that price was very steep.

She was not yet ready to face those consequences.

Pyo Wol silently looked at Eun-yo.

He couldn't know what she was thinking, but he didn't want to disturb her thoughts.

Meanwhile, Do Yeonsan, who had finished cleaning up, entered the room.

As if it was only natural, Do Yeonsan sat down next to Eun-yo.

"You worked hard."

"What hard work..."

As Do Yeonsan chuckled, Pyo Wol also gave a slight smile. However, his smile soon disappeared.

Do Yeonsan and Eun-yo looked puzzled as they saw Pyo Wol's face suddenly harden.

"Brother, why?"

"Older brother?"

It was at that moment.

The guesthouse door opened wide, and a middle-aged man and a young boy entered.

He appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties. With a sturdy build, he wore a white robe and carried a longsword about three feet long at his waist. Most impressive of all were his fingers, white and fine beyond his years.

Without any bulging joints in his fingers, they looked like a woman's slender fingers.

Beside the middle-aged man was a frail-looking young boy.

He was a little shorter than Do Yeonsan, and he seemed to have an unusually sensitive nature.

The middle-aged man looked around the guesthouse and sighed.

"Ha! Is there no empty seat here either?"

Before coming here, he had visited several guesthouses. All the guesthouses he had visited were full. That's why he ended up wandering the streets and finally came here.

Then something caught the middle-aged man's eye.


His gaze was fixed on Pyo Wol, who was seated by the window.

Pyo Wol was also staring straight at the middle-aged man.


Suddenly, an unintelligible sigh escaped the middle aged man's lips.

At his sigh, the young boy raised his head and naturally looked at Pyo Wol.

Suddenly, the boy's face lit up.


He called out, running over to him.

Pyo Wol also stood up from his seat and greeted the boy.

"Shin-woo, is it?"

"Is it really you, brother? How did you get here?"

Pyo Wol ruffled the boy's hair as he spoke.

"You look good."

The boy, who hugged Pyo Wol's waist, was Nam Shin-woo.

He was the boy who had snuck into the workshop of Tang Sochu when Pyo Wol had settled in Chengdu.

Nam Shin-woo possessed an ability similar to that of the ghost king, who had been the greatest mystery of Kangho.

It was the ability to be immortal.

Many martial artists, including the master of life and death, had pursued Nam Shin-woo to capture him. Immortality was an ability that all the world's power-holders dreamed of.

If they could capture Nam Shin-woo and unravel his secret, they believed they could also achieve eternal life.

If Pyo Wol hadn't protected him, Nam Shin-woo would no longer have been of this world.

Then the middle-aged man approached.

Pyo Wol's eyes grew colder as he looked at him.

"Wind Saint."

"It's been a long time."


The middle-aged man called the Wind Saint scanned Pyo Wol from head to toe.

He had an expression of genuine admiration on his face.

"They say that the back wave of the Yangtze River pushes back the front wave, but isn't this really too much?

The first time he saw Pyo Wol, his achievements were impressive. At least then, he was able to gauge the level of his performance. But now, he couldn't read the level of enlightenment.

'The world is really unfair. Some people struggle their whole lives to climb just one step, while others leap several steps at once.'

The current appearance of Pyo Wol reminded him of a man he had known in the past. He was also a person beyond ordinary understanding.

The Wind Saint slightly lowered his head and sighed.

"Now you're called the Reaper, right? I've been hearing about you."

"What brings you here?"

"I ended up drifting to this place. There are no seats available, would you mind if I join you?"

"Sit down!"

"Thank you!"

The Wind Saint sat down in an empty seat as he replied. Then, Nam Shin-woo quickly pulled a chair and sat next to him.

The Wind Saint's gaze shifted to Do Yeonsan and Eun-yo.



He inadvertently let out a hum.

The Wind Saint stared intently at the two for a long time.

Nam Shin-woo tilted his head as if he couldn't understand the Wind Saint's reaction.

The Wind Saint sighed.

"Starting from you, all the kids you're with are also peculiar."

To others, they might seem like ordinary kids, but the Wind Saint saw their extraordinary abilities.

Having even one such person would cause a stir in the world, but there were two of them by Pyo Wol's side.

The Wind Saint's gaze turned to Nam Shin-woo.

'With this kid, that makes three? What is it about him that attracts all the monsters of the world? Would it have been better to kill him then?

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