Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 745

Hwang Jong-i and Do Woon-chan quickly followed Un-am after leaving the Head Disciple’s residence.

Chung Myung would have come even if they had waited, but they wanted to tell him the situation as soon as possible.

Also, there might be things they couldn’t say in front of everyone else.

Un-am walked very fast. Do Woon-chan followed him and carefully spoke.

“Un-am, Disciple.”

“Yes, Head Disciple.”

“How has Chung Myung been doing?”

“How… do you mean?”

Un-am seemed confused, so Do Woon-chan explained further.

“I saw him briefly at the Mount Heaven Alliance ceremony, but it’s been a while. Is Chung Myung still the same?”

Un-am paused, thinking about the question.

The word ‘same’ meant a lot.

If it was about someone else, it would just be a normal question. But this was Chung Myung. It meant something different. After thinking for a moment, Un-am answered.

“I think it would be best if you see for yourself.”

Just then, some Mount Hua disciples came up to them and bowed to Un-am.

“Greetings, Martial Uncle.”

“What is it, so early in the morning?”

“We are returning after finishing our training.”

“Hmm.”

Un-am nodded, recognizing Baek Cheon, Jo Gul, and Yoon Jong.

“All of you, go to the Head Disciple’s residence. The Head Disciple… No, never mind. Just follow me.”

“Yes?”

Un-am quickly told the three what was happening. They were confused at first. Then, their faces showed shock.

“So, you are going to get Chung Myung?”

“That’s right.”

“I will go with you.”

“Me too.”

“I will do anything to…”

They looked very determined. This made Hwang Jong-i and Do Woon-chan even more worried.

“Martial Uncle! Should we call more people?”

“It’s not even sunrise, surely nothing serious will happen? That rascal still knows his limits… No. I suppose we should call more.”

“That rascal will be in the Plum Blossom Hall, so wouldn’t it be alright? We can call the guys from the next room if necessary.”

“Living next to Chung Myung is already a terrible punishment. How can we trust them with such a task?”

“My room is next to Chung Myung’s, though?”

“You’re fine.”

Jo Gul looked upset, but Baek Cheon shook his head, as if this was no time to joke around with Jo Gul, and said to Un-am.

“Let’s go, Martial Uncle. Don’t worry. No matter what happens, I will protect you.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

Baek Cheon, Yoon Jong, and Jo Gul started walking, surrounding Un-am like bodyguards. Hwang Jong-i laughed, thinking it was silly, but Do Woon-chan saw something different.

He could feel it.

He wasn’t sure what it was, but the feeling coming from these three was different than before.

Before, they felt like energetic young fighters. But now… what was it?

Deeper?

He wondered if it was because of their training, or something else.

Looking at them before was like watching a fast-flowing stream. It was clean, clear, and free.

Of course, that feeling was still there. But now, they also seemed more stable. It was like a stream rushing down a mountain, now becoming a wide river on flat land.

“Even the Head Disciple feels different than before, so these guys have grown this much in the meantime?”

Do Woon-chan was surprised again by this change. But…

“First, I’ll mess with his shoulders, and then you mess with his legs, Senior Brother.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to smack the back of his head first?”

“Can I draw my sword? Hitting him with the scabbard won’t do any good.”

“Let’s think about that for a bit. We’ll have to draw it if necessary.”

Was it his imagination?

Yes, it was his imagination.

Do Woon-chan shook his head.

Soon, they arrived at the Plum Blossom Hall. They seemed a little nervous.

Clang!

“No, Jo Gul. Why are you drawing your sword already?”

“It’ll be too late after I’m hit.”

“Calm down, first.”

Baek Cheon, at the front, took a deep breath. As he breathed in, ready to shout in a dignified voice…

Woof! Woof woof! Woof!

Woof! Woof woof woof woof! Woof woof!

Loud dog barks echoed through the quiet morning air.

Do Woon-chan and Hwang Jong-i were surprised and looked around.

“Why are there dog barks all of a sudden…”

“Do they raise dogs here?”

Baek Cheon seemed to lose all his energy and drooped his shoulders.

“Let’s go in.”

“Yes.”

The door burst open.

Everyone tilted their heads at what they saw.

What am I looking at?

Is this a dream?

Everyone was speechless, staring blankly.

The Chung Myung they knew was sitting crookedly on a chair, almost lying down, with his feet on the table.

He looked lazy, like he was about to fall asleep. But he always looked like that, so it wasn’t anything new.

He was holding a white gourd bottle, even though it was early morning. That wasn’t new either. It would be easier to count the days when he didn’t have a liquor bottle.

The problem wasn’t Chung Myung, but something right in front of him.

What is that?

Do Woon-chan blinked.

So… small, pure white…

A cat?

No, not really. Not a cat… not a dog either.

A weasel?

Yes. It looked like a weasel. But the snow-white weasel was wearing black clothes, unlike any animal.

The cute little paws sticking out from the baggy clothes were so adorable that he wanted to pinch them.

The plum blossom pattern on its back showed that someone had made the clothes specially for it.

A weasel wearing clothes, huh.

This alone was strange, but what was even more confusing was what the weasel was doing.

Why is the weasel burying its head on the floor?

Also, can a weasel even bury its head on the floor and put its hands behind its back? Can anyone make it do that?

He wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it.

Even seeing it, he couldn’t believe it.

“Hey, are you going to let your arms drop again?”

Screech!

“Yeah. Go ahead, drop them. It’s getting cold, and I was thinking I needed a scarf.”

The weasel’s arms shot back up. The weasel stood perfectly straight, raising its behind, and Chung Myung, who was drinking alcohol, frowned.

“Did I tell you to manage things properly or not?”

Squeak!

“No. Why are those damn dogs barking day and night? Didn’t I tell you to keep them quiet after sunset? It’s already annoying that there are so many dogs in Mount Hua. Do I have to wake up to the sound of dogs? Huh?”

Do Woon-chan and Hwang Jong-i smiled slightly as they watched.

I don’t know.

Let’s not try to understand.

What they saw was completely unbelievable. They didn’t know what to think or say.

“What? A spirit beast? Spirit beast my foot. You can’t even handle dogs. What kind of spirit beast is that… What, you little rascal? Your job? What job do you do eating in Mount Hua! You have to do something! A beast that doesn’t work doesn’t deserve to eat! I swear!”

Yes. That’s right.

Whether it’s a person or a beast, you have to work to eat.

But it felt strange to hear those words from a rascal who was half-lying on a chair, looking bored, and drinking alcohol.

And wasn’t the one listening just as strange?

“Attention.”

The weasel jumped up. Standing straight, it waited for Chung Myung’s next words without moving.

“I’m watching you.”

Hiss!

“If I hear dog barks again while people are sleeping, both the dogs and the weasel will be done for. Got it?”

The weasel nodded quickly.

“To your post!”

As soon as he said that, the weasel ran out of the Plum Blossom Hall. Soon, the screams of dogs echoed from outside.

“Tsk. I always have to say it like this…”

Chung Myung clicked his tongue and turned his head, his eyes widening.

“Huh? When did you guys get here?”

“Oh. The Vice Sect Leader is here too? Huh? The Head Disciple too? What’s the occasion today? This early in the morning.”

“Wow, it’s good to see you.”

They had so much to say before they got here. They didn’t even know where to start.

But now, they couldn’t remember anything they wanted to say. It was like they say, seeing something too strange can make you speechless.

“But what brings you two here?”

“Ah, that’s…”

The two, unable to speak, turned to Un-am.

Un-am sighed and stepped forward.

“Chung Myung.”

“Yes?”

“A problem has come up.”

“So.”

His eyes were smiling. Yes, his eyes were definitely smiling.

But the corners of his eyes were twitching. Also, his lips were trembling so much that no one would call that a ‘smile.’

“Who touched what?”

“As you heard…”

Chung Myung asked, his eyes tightly shut, and Hwang Jong-i carefully answered.

“The bandits attacked the caravan…”

“So…”

Chung Myung slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were smiling a moment ago, like a crescent moon. Now, they were sharp and dangerous, like a snake’s eyes.

I’m going to wet myself.

Why do his pupils look so small today?

If he had gone to the Demonic Sect, wouldn’t he have been twice as successful as he is now? Why did that bastard insist on coming here?

His face and eyes alone made them doubt his character. Chung Myung gritted his teeth.

“Those Jang Gang bandits touched my money… No, our brothers, is that what you’re saying?”

Everyone ignored Chung Myung’s true feelings, which he had almost revealed.

“That’s right. It seems we need to discuss the situation together.”

“Discuss? What is there to discuss?”

Chung Myung rolled his eyes.

“If they touch someone else’s money… No, a friend, they should offer their heads! That’s the law of the Jianghu! What is there to discuss? We should catch them all and drown them!”

The Waterway Fortress?

A chilling sound echoed as Chung Myung tilted his head.

“I just finished dealing with the mountain bandits, and now the waterway bandits are causing trouble. Alright, fine. Let’s turn the Jang Gang into a sea of blood. The fish will have a feast.”

Who was the Taoist, and who was the gangster?

Everyone wondered about this basic question.

Chung Myung jumped up and grabbed the Plum Blossom Sword of Dark Fragrance hanging beside him.

“Head Disciple.”

“Yes?”

“You said there are still people missing?”

“That’s right.”

Chung Myung’s face turned a little serious.

“Let’s hurry. If we go quickly, we might save someone.”

Chung Myung left the Plum Blossom Hall without another word. The Mount Hua disciples nodded and followed him.