Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 809

“That’s why….”

Chung Myung said, picking on his ears.

“The two of us should beat up all the guys here?”

“That’s right.”
“If it’s uncomfortable, watch what you guys are doing and eat the leftovers?â€?

“Exactly.”

Jang Ilso chuckled and nodded his head. Then Chung Myung looked back with a somewhat puzzled face.

“That thing there.”

“Huh?”

Baek Cheon and Five Swords all looked at Chung Myung with anxious faces.

‘What the heck is this guy going to say now…’

“I don’t think it’s a good suggestion….â€?

“Argh! Just shut up!”

“Don’t do it!”

“Please, just stop! Stop it, you son of a beast!”

Looking at Chung Myung who seemed genuinely intrigued, Five Swords screamed in unison.

“Ei, come on.”

Chung Myung frowned and turned his head to look at Hyun Jong. Unlike the violent opposition of the Five Swords, he was simply staring at Chung Myung with profound eyes.

Those eyes were saying.

Do whatever you like, Mount Hua will always support your decision. It was Hyun Jong’s belief in Chung Myung.

‘Ei.’

But Hyun Jong doesn’t know.

That firm trust in his eyes actually made it harder for Chung Myung to act recklessly. Chung Myung glanced into the distant sky.

‘Cheong Mun Sahyung.’

If the man standing here was Cheong Mun, and Chung Myung had been behind him, Chung Myung would have definitely suggested wiping out all those damn Ten Great Sect bastards.

Cheong Mun would have quietly objected, and Chung Myung would have shouted back but secretly tried to accept his words.

But where Chung Myung stands now was not behind Cheong Mun, but the position of Cheong Mun.

‘This makes me reflect on myself.’

Leading a sect is like letting go of oneself.

They put down all their deep resentment, the logic of the world, and their intense impulses and live a life only for Mount Hua.

It’s only now that he understands how heavy it was.

“Hmm.”

Looking up at the sky, Chung Myung sighed briefly and looked at Jang Ilso again.

Jang Ilso was watching Chung Myung with eyes so deep that he didn’t even dare to look inside.

“You seem to have trouble understanding. Do I have to repeat myself two or three times?”

Chung Myung grinned and said.

“I said I’d strike you in if you barked nonsense, didn’t I?”

“…….â€?

Jang Ilso’s face is slightly distorted.

“Bark?”
“That’s why I said we shouldn’t deal with Evil Sect guys.”

Chung Myung glanced at Jang Ilso, rubbing his cheek.

“I don’t want to see the Ten Great Sect bastards, of course. It’s true that I want to beat them to death even now.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“But this punk!”

Chung Myung gritted his teeth fiercely.

“No father kills a man in front of his child! No brother tells his sibling that it’s okay to kill people as long as the goal is achieved.”

“…….â€?

“My way of life is mine. It’s not Mount Hua’s! I have no intention of forcing Mount Hua to follow my way. That’s hell.”

“…I can agree.”

“I can’t follow that even if I want to.”

“Ugh, I hate it.”

“…….â€?

When Chung Myung turned around, Five Swords cleared their throat awkwardly and turned away from the gaze.

Chung Myung, looking at them for a moment with dismayed eyes, glared at Jang Ilso even sharper. Anger and contempt flashed through his eyes.

“That’s the Tao people should protect. You’re Evil Sect who doesn’t even know what Tao is.”

Those who lead the sect should set an example for those who follow them.

‘Cheong Mun Sahyung would have surely said this.’

And the most perfect Sect Leader he knew was, of course, Cheong Mun.

“The Tao is not to keep and hope for a return. Just because everyone doesn’t abide doesn’t mean it’s okay for you not to. A Taoist is a man who sharpens himself. The most important thing is not to look at others, but to be proud of yourself!â€?

“…….â€?

“It’s better to hold hands with a passing dog than with Evil Sect. At least that’s cute, right? Don’t you think so?”

Jang Ilso, who stared silently at Chung Myung, spoke slowly.

“Tao?”

“Yes, Tao.”

“But I thought we could communicate a little bit, but you talk like idiots. Tao? What does that mean?”

Jang Ilso twisted his mouth in contempt.

“Tao is nothing but a refuge for those who can’t attain! The comfort for those who can’t attain! It’s just an excuse for a man who doesn’t have courage. Those who hold the world in their hands do not discuss Tao. Only those who don’t have the courage to adapt to the world discuss Tao!”

At that, Chung Myung slowly nodded his head without arguing.

“Well… You’re right.”

“Hm?”

“That’s not quite wrong.”

Jang Ilso looks at Chung Myung as if he doesn’t understand.

“…Then why do you reject my words?”

“You seem to be mistaken, but what I said is what needed to be said.”

“…….â€?
“And there’s something else I want to say.”

Seureureung.

Chung Myung slowly drew his sword from its sheath and aimed it precisely at Jang Ilso.

“Stop pretending to be so friendly, you son of a beast. Those who sit on the sidelines are disgusting. The ignorant are hideous. But… the sins of those who sit on the sidelines and the sins of those who are ignorant fall short of yours.”

There was a spark in Chung Myung’s eyes.

“From the moment Great Sasuk’s arm was severed by Myriad Man Manor, Mount Hua and Myriad Man Manor cannot share the same sky. I’d rather cut off my wrist than hold hands with you.”

“Ho….”

Jang Ilso smiled, twisting his red lips as if he was dumbfounded. “You’re a petty one. You’ll miss this opportunity over a trivial grudge?” “Of course, I’m petty. The most terrible petty person in the world. So…” Chung Myung’s eyes flashed with murderous intent.

“I’ll let you feel that petty man’s grudge clearly.” A mocking smile hung on Jang Ilso’s lips.

‘Foolish…’

If anyone knew, it was Jang Ilso.

A terrible evident grudge in Chung Myung’s eyes. And that the resentment is never directed at Myriad Man Manor only.

No, the grudge might be deeper toward those below.

He spoke with jest and recited a decision he’d already made, but even in this short time, Chung Myung’s inner anguish must have come and gone.

Nevertheless, there is only one reason why Chung Myung came to this conclusion. “The sect… Is such a thing so important?”

For Jang Ilso, Myriad Man Manor is nothing but a tool for achieving his goals. But for Chung

Myung, even he himself was just a tool to ignite Mount Hua.

Had he intended to use Mount Hua to resolve his grudge, he might have joined hands with

Jang Ilso. But Chung Myung laid down his grudge for the sake of the sect.

Even if he himself had to walk through hellfire, he shows his willingness to make sure that

Mount Hua is a sect that walks on the right path.

It makes sense, but it doesn’t make sense. That is almost an obsession akin to binding.

“What a pitiful guy.”

Even if he has the courage and position to shake the world if he set his mind to it, he can’t even wield that power to his heart’s content.

Pitiable and pathetic.

“But equally foolish.”

Jang Ilso looked at Chung Myung with disdainful eyes and sneered.

“The sect exists only when I am. The most important thing in the world is only me.�

“Ah, right. I once thought so, too.�

Chung Myung twisted the corners of his mouth.

“But now I know. There are things in the world that are more important than me. An idiot like you will never know for the rest of your life.â€?

A realization he wouldn’t have had if he hadn’t lost it. Something he realized by losing.

No one, not a single one in the world, will ever take Mount Hua away from Chung Myung again. Whoever it is!

“I can’t understand you.”

Jang Ilso sadly clicked his tongue with a slightly exaggerated face.

He and Chung Myung certainly resembled each other. But they were painfully different. Jang Ilso did not even know where this difference came from.

“It is disgusting.”

“Yeah. I find you disgusting too.”

Chung Myung also glared at Jang Ilso, burning his gaze.

If he hadn’t come to Mount Hua and met Cheong Mun, if he hadn’t known the love of his Sahyung and the preciousness of those who walked with him, he might have grown up in a back alley as an orphan with nowhere to be attached to, and become a man like Jang Ilso.

Therefore, he can’t bear to look at that figure with his eyes open. This was both aversion to Jang Ilso and aversion to himself.

‘I found Mount Hua the most frustrating in the world.’

For him, Mount Hua was everything, but at the same time, a binding. It’s not once or twice that the chain of Mount Hua were binding him tightly.

If it weren’t for Cheong Mun, he would have been kicked out of Mount Hua long ago. But….

‘At this late of a time.’

The fact that his Mount Hua, which was so frustrating, does not exist, evokes endless wails in his heart.

This is hatred for Jang Ilso and self-loathing for his past self.

‘Why does my stomach twist every time I see that bastard?’ It seems it was not just resentment for Un Gum.

“So stop babbling and come at me. I’ll cut off those heads.”

“Hahaha.”

Jang Ilso laughed loudly as if amused

Then the Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold snickered beside him.

“It doesn’t seem to go well?”

“It’s not that big of a deal.” Jang Ilso waved his hand.

“I might be concerned if it were Heavenly Comrade Alliance, but Mount Hua is not even at its full strength. I just wanted to make it a little easier…….â€?

Jang Ilso’s eyes, looking at Chung Myung and Mount Hua, were now full of signs of indifference.

“If you refuse the main liquor and want to drink the punishment liquor, it is inevitable. I have no choice but to twist that neck and thrust the alcohol into your throat.”

Jang Ilso casually gestured towards Mount Hua.

“Kill them all. Along with those down there. Make sure they don’t interfere.”

“Yes!”

The warriors of the Myriad Man Manor, who were waiting behind the cliff, shouted and began running down the cliff.

Their direction was Mount Hua.

“Here they come!”

At the same time as Chung Myung’s cry, the disciples of Mount Hua Sect drew their sword.

“Sect Leader!”

“Hm.”

Hyun Jong nodded and raised his voice.

“Defeat the evil enemies! Mount Hua does not compromise with injustice!”

“Yes!”

Un Am quickly followed and shouted.

“Cut the fuse where the gunpowder is installed! We must stop them from exploding the cliff!” As soon as the word was over, Chung Myung shouted.

“Sasuk! Sago! Sahyung!”

“Yes!”

“Ready.”

“Is it time?”

“I’m already warmed up!”

Chung Myung grinned, showing his pearly white teeth. It’s fine.

It’s enough to have them behind his back for now.

“I’m going in one breath! Follow me with the determination to die!”

Chung Myung began to run toward the end of the cliff. Then Baek Cheon and Yoo Iseol, Yoon Jong, and Jo-Gol followed him like one body.

‘Cheong Mun Sahyung.’

‘Now I know.’

Cheong Mun wouldn’t have been a person who was only upright.

Since he was a human being, he must have been shaken by his own desires and must have been driven by impulses.

Nevertheless, Cheong Mun had to be straight.

Because there were Chung Myung and other disciples watching his back. And now… Chung Myung is on that path.

“Let’s gooooooo!”

Reddish-red plum blossoms bloomed like a dream at the edge of Chung Myung’s sword that rose from the cliff.