Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1001

“Why do you suddenly want to see the list of family money?”

Namgung Myeong looked closely at Namgung Dowoon, his eyes filled with suspicion. Namgung Dowoon simply mumbled, his face blank.

“Just…”

“Yes?”

“Don’t ask… just tell me. Just…”

“…”

What could have happened to him? He had been so energetic this morning, but now he looked like someone who had lost everything.

Namgung Myeong, looking at Namgung Dowoon with distrust, said with a displeased expression, “Then I will give you the list.”

“Uncle.”

“…Why do you keep doing this?”

“Our Namgung Clan is wealthy, isn’t it?”

“Heh heh.”

Namgung Myeong spoke as if the question was silly.

“Are you even asking? There are many great merchants and millionaires, but none of them can compare to the wealth of our Namgung Clan.”

His voice was full of pride.

This was natural. Namgung Myeong believed that only the Shaolin could compare to the Namgung Clan in wealth. Even the Wudang and Peng Clan were poorer.

But Namgung Dowoon didn’t celebrate. Instead, he started biting his nails.

“Rich… We’re rich… We’re rich.”

“Yo, Young Lord?”

“We were rich… Rich…”

Is this guy crazy?

Crunch.

Namgung Dowoon, who had been biting his nails, finally spoke, his lips trembling. “Where can I get the list?”

“The Head of the Second Division should have a copy.”

“…Yes, then.”

As Namgung Dowoon walked away, Namgung Myeong felt uneasy.

He faintly heard Namgung Dowoon muttering, ‘It will be fine. It will be fine. It has to be fine. Please, let it be something good.’

“What on earth…”

Namgung Myeong didn’t yet understand the disaster that was about to happen to the Namgung Clan.

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Chung Myung’s eyes went wide, like they might pop out of his head. His mouth dropped open, and the hand holding the list shook.

“…Th-this…” he stammered.

“…”

“Is this *everything*?”

Namgung Dowoon just nodded, looking sad. “This is the list of all the Namgung Clan owns.”

“…Oh my goodness,” Chung Myung whispered.

He looked wildly from the list to Namgung Dowoon and back again, his head spinning. He was more shocked than if he had seen a ghost.

Staring at the list with wide, disbelieving eyes, Chung Myung finally spoke his mind. “So *that’s* why people work so hard and still have nothing! These rich jerks have all the money! Thieving bastards!”

“…”

“Huh… What is this…? Heh heh heh.”

Chung Myung looked at the list again, disgusted.

Hwasan was no longer poor. They were now one of the richest sects in the world.

Their wealth might not be as great as the richest people in the Central Plains, but they could easily outspend most other sects.

They were richer now than Hwasan had ever been. But…

“Geez… It’s true that the rich are worse. Absolutely.”

Baek Cheon was curious about Chung Myung’s strong reaction. He carefully walked over. “What’s in there that’s making you act like that?”

“Look.”

Chung Myung handed the list to Baek Cheon.

Baek Cheon looked through a few pages and said casually, “Well, it’s not impossible for them to have a lot of money. It’s the Namgung Clan, after all. Still, you shouldn’t talk to the Young Lord like that…”

Then, Yoon Jong saw something he had never seen before.

Baek Cheon’s eyes slowly widened and popped out.

“Th-this is…”

Whirr! Whirr!

Baek Cheon’s hand flipped through the pages faster and faster.

Baek Cheon, who was quickly turning the pages with a strange look on his face, suddenly stopped. He looked up and stared blankly at Namgung Dowoon.

But only for a moment. His dazed expression turned into an angry glare. Namgung Dowoon was surprised.

“Why, why are you doing this?”

“Rich bastard…”

“Yes?”

Namgung Dowoon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Could those words really have come from Baek Cheon’s mouth?

Just then, Chung Myung shouted. “Why are you wandering around with swords when you have this much money, you crazy bastard!”

“Wh, what do you mean…”

“The rich are worse! They really are worse!”

Chung Myung’s voice was full of anger.

“Damn it. The world is so unfair! Some people are born orphans and barely survive in a Hwasan that’s worse than a beggar’s den! Others are born as sons of the Namgung Clan!”

“Exactly!”

“You’re from Jongnam, Sa Suk!”

“Compared to Namgung, Jongnam is also a beggar’s den!”

“Ah. That’s true.”

“Rotten rich bastards.”

“Damn greedy rich people.”

Jo Gul rubbed his eyes as he watched. It seemed like they were extremely angry. He thought he saw fire burning around them for a moment…

“Good heavens… I thought I had a lot of money.”

Chung Myung muttered, dazed.

Now he understood. The Sect Leader was limiting his view of the world. No matter how much Chung Myung bragged about making money, he was just happy to have food and alcohol.

Human greed was beyond Chung Myung’s imagination.

“Wait a minute. So, the Shaolin and Wudang have about this much money too?”

Chung Myung gritted his teeth.

“But these guys are asking for money to help the alliance? I’m going to chase after them and dig up their graves.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“Keeeugh.”

Chung Myung scratched his throat as if it was burning.

Yoo Iseol, curious about his reaction, quietly walked over and grabbed the list.

And then…

Thud.

“Kyaa! Sa Goo! Why are you collapsing!”

Tang Soso screamed and ran to Yoo Iseol, who had fallen.

Chung Myung clicked his tongue. “That’s right, that’s right. Someone who’s poor should faint when they see this much.”

“Sa Goo isn’t an orphan!”

“It’s the same thing.”

“No, how much money do they have to be making such a fuss?”

Tang Soso picked up the list and looked at it.

“Hmm.”

Then, with a slightly bored face, she handed the list to Jo Gul. Jo Gul also read it and said, “…It just looks like a normal list?”

“Shouldn’t the Namgung Clan have at least this much?”

At their reactions, Baek Cheon and Chung Myung’s eyes turned red. Yoo Iseol, who had been lying on the floor, also raised her head and grabbed her sword.

“Dirty rich people.”

“Children from wealthy families!”

“Exterminate!”

The three poor people glared at the three who were born rich.

“Wa, wait a minute! I can understand the others, but Sa Suk is a bit much!”

“That’s right! Sa Suk’s family is also rich! He just left!”

Jo Gul was sure that this would work. But when Baek Cheon answered, Jo Gul gave up.

“I was born and my brother is Jin Geum-ryong.”

“Wow…”

“That’s 인정.”

“Stay there, Sa Suk. My apologies.”

Yoon Jong quickly stepped in to stop the fight.

“Now is not the time for us to be fighting, Chung Myung.”

“Keeeugh.”

Chung Myung twisted his neck.

“Hoo. Hoo.”

His stomach was twisted, but he had the list now.

“Th…”

Chung Myung looked back and forth between the list and Namgung Dowoon, then spoke with difficulty.

“…Enough money.”

“Yes?”

“…En, eno… Ah, no. This eno…”

Chung Myung realized something.

He had a conscience.

Tears streamed down Chung Myung’s eyes.

‘I can’t ask for more…’

His work was worth a lot. But the Namgung Clan was so rich that they could use gold to wipe their feet.

Even Chung Myung couldn’t ask for too much money for fixing a few swords.

‘Sa Hyung! Sect Leader Sa Hyung! I finally understand what conscience is today, Sa Hyung!’

– Is that conscience? You crazy bastard!

Ah, please be quiet! Chung Myung took a deep breath and said, “Th… This… If you give me this much money, I can somehow…”

“Yes? This much money?”

Namgung Dowoon looked confused, and Chung Myung shrugged. “Then I’ll do it for this much…”

Later, Jo Gul remembered this scene.

It was like the sun was shrinking, and the lake was drying up. Chung Myung was being crushed by money.

Namgung Dowoon shook his head. “That’s not enough, Taoist. That’s too little money.”

“…Yes?”

“Namgung has been saved. And now, we’re part of the Cheonwoo Alliance, right?”

“Th, that’s right…?”

“I’ll give half of my assets. Please use it to help the alliance.”

Thud.

The list fell from Chung Myung’s hand.

Chung Myung trembled, his face like he had seen a ghost.

“Fi, fi… Fifty? Fi… Fifty?”

“Yes!”

Namgung Dowoon nodded firmly. “I think you can divide it fairly. Your share, Hwasan’s share, and the alliance’s share.”

“Re, really giving fifty… or so? This?”

“Of course.”

Namgung Dowoon tapped his chest. “Wealth isn’t as important as being saved. Please let us repay you in this way.”

Chung Myung ran to him and grabbed his hand. “Th, thank you! Thank you!”

“Do, Taoist! Why are you doing this? It’s nothing.”

Tears streamed down Chung Myung’s eyes.

‘It’s nothing to you.’

It’s a relief.

It’s really a relief that he’s an idiot.

Huh? Isn’t that because he’s kind, not an idiot? That’s what an idiot is.

“I…”

“Yes?”

“I will do my best! I’ll make sure that the Namgung Clan becomes human! I will do my best!”

“…”

“Definitely!”

“Th, thank you.”

Jo Gul, who had been watching, whispered to Yoon Jong. “Sa Hyung, this is strange, but isn’t he getting paid to get beat up?”

“Shh. Be quiet.”

“…”

That day, the Namgung Clan became friends with Hwasan.

A true friend whose friendship came from the heart…

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Hello. This is Biga.

Hwasan Returns has reached 1000 chapters. This is the first time I have written 1000 chapters without a break.

I think it was possible because of the great support from the readers. I would like to take this opportunity to thank you again.

There are many shortcomings, but I am doing my best every day. I will try harder to make it a writing that I will not regret until the end.

Thank you.

P.S. I am starting to have physical problems, so it may be difficult to continue writing every day at the same pace as now. I would appreciate your understanding in this regard, and I will do my best to meet the serialization schedule as much as possible.