Chapter 2. Moyong Family (1)
Thud!
Mo Yongcheon slammed into the wall and collapsed to the ground.
Looking at him unable to even raise his head, Jang Gu frowned openly.
“Young master, it’s a problem if you keep avoiding us.”
Mo Yongcheon didn’t reply.
From the start, it didn’t seem like Jang Gu expected an answer. He continued calmly.
“We already gave you five extra days past the repayment date. And without adding any interest. But what is this?”
Jang Gu smiled and crouched down.
“Yes, we know. We know you were trying your best somehow. That’s why we waited.”
“……”
“But since things turned out like this, what can we do? It seems your relationship with Miss Hwang of the Ten Sword Sect has also ended.”
“……”
“Young master. Are you listening?”
Mo Yongcheon slowly raised his head.
His eyes were filled with confusion. Jang Gu felt something strange—his gaze seemed different from usual.
‘That must have shocked him quite a bit.’
Snorting, Jang Gu held out his hand behind him.
Jang Sam placed a paper into it.
“Let’s see. There’s a lot to add, but considering the Moyong family’s situation, we’ll only add interest for three more days.”
“……?”
“So the total comes to… one thousand eighty liang and seventy mun. We’ll drop the small change. Just give us one thousand liang.”
“What did you just say?”
“One thousand liang.”
“No, not that.”
The confusion in Mo Yongcheon’s eyes slowly turned into heat.
“What did you say about the Moyong family?”
Jang Gu blinked.
“What about it?”
“You said you were considering my family’s situation?”
“Should we not?”
Mo Yongcheon stood up suddenly. His vision spun for a moment, but he grabbed the wall to steady himself.
“You’re considering the Moyong family’s situation? The Moyong Family?”
Jang Gu frowned again, his expression turning even harsher.
“Then pay the full one thousand eighty liang. And seventy mun too.”
Mo Yongcheon was dumbfounded.
‘Are these idiots out of their minds?’
The Moyong Family.
A dominant clan of Liaoning Province, and one of the oldest martial families in the Murim world.
They had gone through many ups and downs, and nearly fell during a rebellion in the year Mo Yongcheon was born. But after he became the Murim Alliance Leader, the family rose again in glory.
Their power was immense. One thousand liang? That was nothing to them.
And yet, these people were saying they’d “consider” the family’s situation?
‘These guys look like loan sharks…’
The kind that lend money and squeeze people dry with interest—worse than killers in some ways.
‘Wait… then…?’
So this body’s owner really was from the Moyong Family.
They called him “young master,” so he was likely from the main bloodline.
Which made it even stranger.
‘A direct descendant of the Moyong Family borrowed money from loan sharks?’
That made no sense.
Mo Yongcheon felt his head cooling down.
The confusion faded, and his reason returned.
“Listen.”
“Listen…?”
“If you answer my questions honestly, I’d appreciate it.”
Jang Gu looked at him like he was ridiculous. Jang Sam behind him even laughed.
“Of course. If the young master of the Moyong Family is asking, we should answer sincerely.”
His tone was clearly mocking.
Anger flared—but Mo Yongcheon suppressed it.
Now wasn’t the time.
“Am I really a member of the Moyong Family?”
“…Are you serious?”
“Answer me.”
“Of course you are. If not, who else would you be?”
“I mean, the Moyong Family from Liaoning Province.”
There was only one Moyong Family in the world.
Still, he asked—just in case.
As expected, their expressions turned strange.
“Liaoning?”
“Then where else would it be?”
“This is Hubei Province.”
“…What?”
Why Hubei?
Was there really some fake Moyong Family?
Then Jang Sam sneered.
“Bringing up glory from twenty years ago won’t help you now, young master.”
Mo Yongcheon’s eyes widened.
Cold sweat ran down his back.
“Twenty years?”
“Back then, sure, your family was famous. But that’s all in the past now. Let’s not waste time talking about it.”
“……!”
“Let’s finish this.”
Mo Yongcheon opened and closed his mouth like a fish.
Jang Gu scratched his head.
“As you know, my friend here has a short temper. Running won’t help. So stop playing around—”
“Did you say twenty years ago?”
“Then what, two years ago?”
“Has the Moyong Family been in Hubei for twenty years?!”
Jang Gu’s expression darkened.
“If you don’t like twenty, make it two hundred. That’s not the important part.”
“How is that not important?!”
Mo Yongcheon finally exploded.
“Ha.”
Jang Gu stood up, rolling his shoulders.
“It’s been a while since we ‘massaged’ you, hasn’t it? Just because you’ve gotten thinner doesn’t mean we’ll go easy on you.”
Mo Yongcheon grew impatient.
Talking to these idiots was pointless.
He needed to see the family himself.
‘Why did I even become Murim Alliance Leader?!’
He pointed outside the alley.
“Enough. Lead the way.”
“To the afterlife?”
“To the family, you idiots! Take me to the Moyong Family!”
“…Seriously.”
Jang Sam stepped beside Jang Gu.
Their large frames blocked the alley.
“Let’s pause business talk. First, we fix the young master’s attitude. Agreed?”
“I’ll settle the money later! Just take me there!”
“If you won’t repay, we’ll visit your home anyway. If you can’t pay, we might have to sell your sisters.”
“…?”
“But first, let’s teach you some manners—”
“What did you say?”
“Manners.”
The excitement in Mo Yongcheon’s eyes turned cold.
“Who are you selling?”
Jang Gu smirked—about to speak.
But no sound came out.
‘Huh?’
“Did you just say you’d sell my family?”
Jang Gu panicked.
Why couldn’t he speak?
Cold sweat ran down his back.
He looked at Mo Yongcheon again—
And felt terror.
Those eyes…
They were empty. Colorless.
Like a beast with no emotion.
At that moment, Jang Sam shouted.
“You piece of trash! Just because we call you young master, you think you’re above us?!”
Jang Gu realized instantly—
That was something he should never have said.
Mo Yongcheon smiled.
But his eyes didn’t.
“I was too impatient. We should’ve started with manners.”
Jang Sam lunged with a punch.
Jang Gu followed instinctively.
Thud! Bang!
Sounds echoed in the alley—but the busy street drowned them out.
A moment later.
“Haa… haa…”
Mo Yongcheon leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
“This damn body…”
It took a long time for his breathing to stabilize.
‘No stamina at all.’
His body was so weak he couldn’t even properly use breathing techniques.
Still, after beating them thoroughly, his anger had eased.
He kicked Jang Gu.
“Hey.”
“Ugh!”
Jang Gu woke up instantly—then collapsed again in pain.
“Get up!”
“Y-yes!”
Jang Gu knelt immediately.
His face was swollen, covered in foam, full of fear.
Mo Yongcheon sat on a crate.
“What’s your name?”
“Jang Gu! And he’s Jang Sam!”
“Good. Now answer properly.”
“Yes! Anything!”
Jang Gu drooled as he spoke.
‘What the hell was that?!’
That skinny body had insane skill.
They couldn’t land a single hit—while every strike from him hit perfectly.
Worse—each hit felt like a bone-breaking blow.
“How long have we been in Hubei?”
“Twenty years!”
Mo Yongcheon’s face twisted.
“Then answer this.”
“Yes!”
“Do you know the Murim Alliance?”
“Yes!”
“Do you know its leader, Mo Yongcheon?”
“N-no!”
“What?!”
His face twitched.
“The Moyong Family moved here twenty years ago. And you don’t know its leader?”
“I-it’s not that—!”
“Then why don’t you know him?”
Jang Gu panicked.
“Ah! Do you mean Alliance Leader Hoyeoncheon, the Radiant Martial Lord?”
“…?”
“…Huh?”
“The great man who led the war against the Sacred Blood Palace to victory!”
Mo Yongcheon froze.
That… was me.
But…
Who the hell is Hoyeoncheon?
His face went pale.
“Explain. In detail.”
