Chapter 62.: The Cold Glint of a Well-Polished Sword (9)
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Chapter 62. The Cold Glint of a Well-Polished Sword (9)
Most of the people yelling numbers were dressed in fancy clothes.
In front of them stood naked, shackled men and women, most in their teens or early twenties.
Woo-Moon frowned.
“...It’s a slave market,” Si-Hyeon said from behind.
She glared at Go Mu-Dong with a chilly gaze.
“While having slaves isn’t illegal, isn’t it against the law to have this sort of slave market? Moreover, to have a market hidden away in such a secretive place it almost seems like it’s been set up to avoid the attention of officials. And here I thought that slave trading was still legal. But then...why would a legal market look like this? Wait a minute, could this market be one of those markets, the ones that only appear in rumors... where you sell kidnapped slaves?”
When he heard these words, Woo-Moon’s expression grew even worse.
“Hey, you. Is that true?”
Realizing he could no longer get away, Go Mu-Dong clung to Woo-Moon’s leg.
“P-please just overlook it this one time. I-I’ll give you all the money I have. No, I’ll just give you everything that I have! How does that sound?”
He knew that the way things were progressing, he would either die by Woo-Moon’s hand here or be taken to the government office and beheaded. Go Mu-Dong couldn’t accept either result. Of course, he knew that even if he were to survive by bribing Woo-Moon right now, he would have to flee anyway. Hye-Ryeong would never forgive him for letting a business she had invested in be ruined.
Woo-Moon ignored his pleas and looked down at the revolting scene beneath his feet. Even the things he saw at the first glance made his blood boil.
He roused his qi and unleashed an Azure Dragon’s Roar.
The Azure Dragon’s Roar was a Daoist sound technique comparable to the Buddhist technique Lion’s Roar. It was an upper-tier technique that shook a person's heart and blood and inflicted internal injuries through sound waves.
“YOU UGLY BASTARDS!”
Those who stood here and there, trying to buy slaves, stumbled to the ground, holding their ears in pain. What was surprising, however, was that none of the slaves felt anything. Woo-Moon’s extreme concentration allowed him to isolate them from the effects of the technique.
“If you don’t want to die here and now, get the hell out of here!” Woo-Moon shouted as Raging Wind flew toward the stone wall on the other side.
Rumble!
The entire underground chamber shook. As the people saw stone debris falling from the ceiling, they were terrified that it might collapse. However, what was more shocking was that the stone wall hit by Woo-Moon’s Raging Wind had exploded into pieces. It was clear that whoever was capable of using such powerful techniques was far beyond their ability to handle.
“Aaaah!!!”
Frightened, these wealthy and influential people from all over quickly fled through secret passages in three directions. As they ran, Woo-Moon used his movement technique and descended upon them. He kicked the back of a wealthy man and snatched a female slave from his guard, who was dragging her behind him.
“Leave behind every person you bought here!”
As Woo-Moon had an aversion to the term “slave,” he was reluctant to use even the word in any context.
Hearing his shout, the others ran away, leaving behind the slaves they had purchased at high prices. In the end, there was nothing more precious than their own lives.
Woo-Moon had ordered Go Mu-Dong to release all the slaves, as he planned to destroy the market, but as he went back to the main room, he changed his mind.
‘No, there’s a better method than this.’
There was a way to make even the rich people who had just fled bleed as well.
As he walked forward, Woo-Moon felt a strong energy aura from one side of the underground slave market.
‘Who is it?’
Woo-Moon’s figure flickered toward the place the feeling came from, while Si-Hyeon and Mu-Jae followed behind with Go Mu-Dong in tow.
On one of the sides of the prison where the slaves were held, a girl was tied up in a particularly large space that, unlike the other cages, had thick black iron bars.
She appeared to be in her late teens, and she was growling and glaring at Woo-Moon through the black hair that obscured her face. The glint in her eyes seemed almost animalistic.
The black chains that held her to the wall trembled as if they could break at any time; in the cage where she was held, there were also three corpses of people wearing the same outfits as the men dressed in black that had attacked Woo-Moon and his companions earlier. They were already rotting, and it seemed there had been quite some time since they’d died.
Woo-Moon coated his sword with sword qi and tried to cut through the iron bars.
Clang!
However, the black iron bars stood solid, as if Woo-Moon’s sword was made of wood. It was clear that whatever metal it was, it wasn’t ordinary. Seeing this, Woo-Moon called upon his sword aura.
Woosh!
A golden sword aura appeared on his blade, accompanied by mighty gusts of wind.
Si-Hyeon and Mu-Jae were greatly impressed by the aura, while Go Mu-Dong’s jaw dropped.
Zing! Ne/w novel chapters are published on no/vel(/b)in(.)co/m
This time, the iron bars were cut like tofu.
Go Mu-Dong, surprised by Woo-Moon’s golden sword, finally came to his senses.
‘Good! With this, it’ll be much easier to rebuild the Leebi Guild!’
As Woo-Moon’s contribution had been truly invaluable, Si-Hyeon decided to give him half of the shares in the newly created Leebi Guild.
Sometime later, after parting ways with Si-Hyeon and Mu-Jae, Woo-Moon climbed up a building and jumped from roof to roof until he returned to the Iron Sword Baek Family.
“Huh? Who is that child?”
Dae-Woong and Jin-Jin were surprised when Woo-Moon showed up again, this time carrying a beggar girl.
“Ah, well, you see...”
Woo-Moon slowly began to explain everything that had happened around him. When he told them that the girl was a child who had been in an illegal slave market, Dae-Woong and Jin-Jin looked down at the girl with pitiful eyes.
“By the way, I have something urgent to do right now, so I’d like to ask you to take care of this child.”
“Do you think we’re some kind of free babysitters?” Dae-Woong rolled his eyes.
His wife completely ignored him. “Alright, don’t worry. Go and handle your business.”
“Yes,
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Chapter 62. The Cold Glint of a Well-Polished Sword (9)
Most of the people yelling numbers were dressed in fancy clothes.
In front of them stood naked, shackled men and women, most in their teens or early twenties.
Woo-Moon frowned.
“...It’s a slave market,” Si-Hyeon said from behind.
She glared at Go Mu-Dong with a chilly gaze.
“While having slaves isn’t illegal, isn’t it against the law to have this sort of slave market? Moreover, to have a market hidden away in such a secretive place it almost seems like it’s been set up to avoid the attention of officials. And here I thought that slave trading was still legal. But then...why would a legal market look like this? Wait a minute, could this market be one of those markets, the ones that only appear in rumors... where you sell kidnapped slaves?”
When he heard these words, Woo-Moon’s expression grew even worse.
“Hey, you. Is that true?”
Realizing he could no longer get away, Go Mu-Dong clung to Woo-Moon’s leg.
“P-please just overlook it this one time. I-I’ll give you all the money I have. No, I’ll just give you everything that I have! How does that sound?”
He knew that the way things were progressing, he would either die by Woo-Moon’s hand here or be taken to the government office and beheaded. Go Mu-Dong couldn’t accept either result. Of course, he knew that even if he were to survive by bribing Woo-Moon right now, he would have to flee anyway. Hye-Ryeong would never forgive him for letting a business she had invested in be ruined.
Woo-Moon ignored his pleas and looked down at the revolting scene beneath his feet. Even the things he saw at the first glance made his blood boil.
He roused his qi and unleashed an Azure Dragon’s Roar.
The Azure Dragon’s Roar was a Daoist sound technique comparable to the Buddhist technique Lion’s Roar. It was an upper-tier technique that shook a person's heart and blood and inflicted internal injuries through sound waves.
“YOU UGLY BASTARDS!”
Those who stood here and there, trying to buy slaves, stumbled to the ground, holding their ears in pain. What was surprising, however, was that none of the slaves felt anything. Woo-Moon’s extreme concentration allowed him to isolate them from the effects of the technique.
“If you don’t want to die here and now, get the hell out of here!” Woo-Moon shouted as Raging Wind flew toward the stone wall on the other side.
Rumble!
The entire underground chamber shook. As the people saw stone debris falling from the ceiling, they were terrified that it might collapse. However, what was more shocking was that the stone wall hit by Woo-Moon’s Raging Wind had exploded into pieces. It was clear that whoever was capable of using such powerful techniques was far beyond their ability to handle.
“Aaaah!!!”
Frightened, these wealthy and influential people from all over quickly fled through secret passages in three directions. As they ran, Woo-Moon used his movement technique and descended upon them. He kicked the back of a wealthy man and snatched a female slave from his guard, who was dragging her behind him.
“Leave behind every person you bought here!”
As Woo-Moon had an aversion to the term “slave,” he was reluctant to use even the word in any context.
Hearing his shout, the others ran away, leaving behind the slaves they had purchased at high prices. In the end, there was nothing more precious than their own lives.
Woo-Moon had ordered Go Mu-Dong to release all the slaves, as he planned to destroy the market, but as he went back to the main room, he changed his mind.
‘No, there’s a better method than this.’
There was a way to make even the rich people who had just fled bleed as well.
As he walked forward, Woo-Moon felt a strong energy aura from one side of the underground slave market.
‘Who is it?’
Woo-Moon’s figure flickered toward the place the feeling came from, while Si-Hyeon and Mu-Jae followed behind with Go Mu-Dong in tow.
On one of the sides of the prison where the slaves were held, a girl was tied up in a particularly large space that, unlike the other cages, had thick black iron bars.
She appeared to be in her late teens, and she was growling and glaring at Woo-Moon through the black hair that obscured her face. The glint in her eyes seemed almost animalistic.
The black chains that held her to the wall trembled as if they could break at any time; in the cage where she was held, there were also three corpses of people wearing the same outfits as the men dressed in black that had attacked Woo-Moon and his companions earlier. They were already rotting, and it seemed there had been quite some time since they’d died.
Woo-Moon coated his sword with sword qi and tried to cut through the iron bars.
Clang!
However, the black iron bars stood solid, as if Woo-Moon’s sword was made of wood. It was clear that whatever metal it was, it wasn’t ordinary. Seeing this, Woo-Moon called upon his sword aura.
Woosh!
A golden sword aura appeared on his blade, accompanied by mighty gusts of wind.
Si-Hyeon and Mu-Jae were greatly impressed by the aura, while Go Mu-Dong’s jaw dropped.
Zing! Ne/w novel chapters are published on no/vel(/b)in(.)co/m
This time, the iron bars were cut like tofu.
Go Mu-Dong, surprised by Woo-Moon’s golden sword, finally came to his senses.
‘Good! With this, it’ll be much easier to rebuild the Leebi Guild!’
As Woo-Moon’s contribution had been truly invaluable, Si-Hyeon decided to give him half of the shares in the newly created Leebi Guild.
Sometime later, after parting ways with Si-Hyeon and Mu-Jae, Woo-Moon climbed up a building and jumped from roof to roof until he returned to the Iron Sword Baek Family.
“Huh? Who is that child?”
Dae-Woong and Jin-Jin were surprised when Woo-Moon showed up again, this time carrying a beggar girl.
“Ah, well, you see...”
Woo-Moon slowly began to explain everything that had happened around him. When he told them that the girl was a child who had been in an illegal slave market, Dae-Woong and Jin-Jin looked down at the girl with pitiful eyes.
“By the way, I have something urgent to do right now, so I’d like to ask you to take care of this child.”
“Do you think we’re some kind of free babysitters?” Dae-Woong rolled his eyes.
His wife completely ignored him. “Alright, don’t worry. Go and handle your business.”
“Yes,
Chapter 62. The Cold Glint of a Well-Polished Sword 9 Most of the people yelling numbers were dressed in fancy clothes. In front of them stood naked, shackled men and women, most in their teens or early twenties. Woo-Moon frowned. ...It's a slave market, Si-Hyeon said from behind. She glared at Go Mu-Dong with a chilly gaze. While having slaves isn't illegal, isn't it against the law to have this sort of slave market? Moreover, to have a market hidden away in such a secretive place it almost seems like it's been set up to avoid the attention of officials. And here I thought that slave trading was still legal. But then...why would a legal market look like this? Wait a minute, could this market be one of those markets, the ones that only appear in rumors... where you sell kidnapped slaves? When he heard these words, Woo-Moon's expression grew even worse. Hey, you. Is that true? Realizing he could no longer get away, Go Mu-Dong clung to Woo-Moon's leg. P-please just overlook it this one time. I-I'll give you all the money I have. No, I'll just give you everything that I have! How does that sound? He knew that the way things were progressing, he would either die by Woo-Moon's hand here or be taken to the government office and beheaded. Go Mu-Dong couldn't accept either result. Of course, he knew that even if he were to survive by bribing Woo-Moon right now, he would have to flee anyway. Hye-Ryeong would never forgive him for letting a business she had invested in be ruined. Woo-Moon ignored his pleas and looked down at the revolting scene beneath his feet. Even the things he saw at the first glance made his blood boil. He roused his qi and unleashed an Azure Dragon's Roar. The Azure Dragon's Roar was a Daoist sound technique comparable to the Buddhist technique Lion's Roar. It was an upper-tier technique that shook a person's heart and blood and inflicted internal injuries through sound waves. YOU UGLY BASTARDS! Those who stood here and there, trying to buy slaves, stumbled to the ground, holding their ears in pain. What was surprising, however, was that none of the slaves felt anything. Woo-Moon's extreme concentration allowed him to isolate them from the effects of the technique. If you don't want to die here and now, get the hell out of here! Woo-Moon shouted as Raging Wind flew toward the stone wall on the other side. Rumble! The entire underground chamber shook. As the people saw stone debris falling from the ceiling, they were terrified that it might collapse. However, what was more shocking was that the stone wall hit by Woo-Moon's Raging Wind had exploded into pieces. It was clear that whoever was capable of using such powerful techniques was far beyond their ability to handle. Aaaah!!! Frightened, these wealthy and influential people from all over quickly fled through secret passages in three directions. As they ran, Woo-Moon used his movement technique and descended upon them. He kicked the back of a wealthy man and snatched a female slave from his guard, who was dragging her behind him. Leave behind every person you bought here! As Woo-Moon had an aversion to the term slave, he was reluctant to use even the word in any context. Hearing his shout, the others ran away, leaving behind the slaves they had purchased at high prices. In the end, there was nothing more precious than their own lives. Woo-Moon had ordered Go Mu-Dong to release all the slaves, as he planned to destroy the market, but as he went back to the main room, he changed his mind. No, there's a better method than this.' There was a way to make even the rich people who had just fled bleed as well. As he walked forward, Woo-Moon felt a strong energy aura from one side of the underground slave market. Who is it?' Woo-Moon's figure flickered toward the place the feeling came from, while Si-Hyeon and Mu-Jae followed behind with Go Mu-Dong in tow. On one of the sides of the prison where the slaves were held, a girl was tied up in a particularly large space that, unlike the other cages, had thick black iron bars. She appeared to be in her late teens, and she was growling and glaring at Woo-Moon through the black hair that obscured her face. The glint in her eyes seemed almost animalistic. The black chains that held her to the wall trembled as if they could break at any time; in the cage where she was held, there were also three corpses of people wearing the same outfits as the men dressed in black that had attacked Woo-Moon and his companions earlier. They were already rotting, and it seemed there had been quite some time since they'd died. Woo-Moon coated his sword with sword qi and tried to cut through the iron bars. Clang! However, the black iron bars stood solid, as if Woo-Moon's sword was made of wood. It was clear that whatever metal it was, it wasn't ordinary. Seeing this, Woo-Moon called upon his sword aura. Woosh! A golden sword aura appeared on his blade, accompanied by mighty gusts of wind. Si-Hyeon and Mu-Jae were greatly impressed by the aura, while Go Mu-Dong's jaw dropped. Zing! Ne/w novel chapters are published on no/vel/bin.co/mThis time, the iron bars were cut like tofu. Go Mu-Dong, surprised by Woo-Moon's golden sword, finally came to his senses. Good! With this, it'll be much easier to rebuild the Leebi Guild!' As Woo-Moon's contribution had been truly invaluable, Si-Hyeon decided to give him half of the shares in the newly created Leebi Guild. Sometime later, after parting ways with Si-Hyeon and Mu-Jae, Woo-Moon climbed up a building and jumped from roof to roof until he returned to the Iron Sword Baek Family. Huh? Who is that child? Dae-Woong and Jin-Jin were surprised when Woo-Moon showed up again, this time carrying a beggar girl. Ah, well, you see... Woo-Moon slowly began to explain everything that had happened around him. When he told them that the girl was a child who had been in an illegal slave market, Dae-Woong and Jin-Jin looked down at the girl with pitiful eyes. By the way, I have something urgent to do right now, so I'd like to ask you to take care of this child. Do you think we're some kind of free babysitters? Dae-Woong rolled his eyes. His wife completely ignored him. Alright, don't worry. Go and handle your business. Yes,
