Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1110

“Aaaargh!”

Jo Gul stretched and stood up.

“Feeling refreshed!”

It had been a long time since he had slept in.

Ever since Chung Myung arrived at Mount Hua, the third-generation disciples had forgotten what sleeping in meant. They barely slept through the night, let alone sleep in!

But today, even Chung Myung couldn’t bother them.

Jo Gul straightened his robes and walked out of his room.

“Are you awake?”

“Did you sleep well, Senior Brother!”

“Indeed.”

Yoon Jong greeted Jo Gul with a smile. His face looked healthy and bright, like he had just woken up from a very good sleep. Usually, Yoon Jong’s face looked very dry and rough.

“It’s amazing. A good night’s sleep can really improve things.”

“Ha! I know, right? If I felt like this all the time, I could even take on Chung Myung!”

“Now, that’s a bit much.”

Yoon Jong chuckled and then paused, as if thinking.

“Wait a minute. Does that mean…”

“Yes?”

“…that everyone else has been living like this all along?”

The two men stared at each other.

“So, this is what my body is supposed to feel like?”

“I guess so?”

“Wait, everyone else knew this? Why didn’t I?”

Yoon Jong wiped his eyes.

‘Geol, it’s not that you didn’t know, but that you’d forgotten. And soon, you’ll forget again. As long as there’s a demon living in Mount Hua…’

Jo Gul cracked his knuckles.

“Well, I’m full of energy. If they told us to rest for a whole day, I might have felt guilty and trained. But half a day is fine.”

“I feel the same.”

Yoon Jong chuckled and walked towards the training grounds. The sun was high; it was time for training.

“The Tang family must have suffered a lot, right?”

“That’s true, but…”

Yoon Jong shrugged.

“Don’t underestimate them. They might have been surprised, but they’re famous for a reason. Their training is still hard.”

“Really?”

Yoon Jong turned around. Tang Soso, who had come without anyone noticing, was smiling.

“You know,” Tang Soso said, smiling a little, “our training here… it’s on a whole different level. I don’t think any other group trains as hard as Mount Hua.”

“Really?”

“No one else could even try it.”

“Why?”

“Because people couldn’t handle it.”

Yoon Jong looked puzzled.

“But we handled it, right?”

Tang Soso stared at Yoon Jong, surprised.

“Seriously, look around the world. Do you think any other group uses as many elixirs as Mount Hua does?”

“…”

“Mount Hua’s Violet Elixir is as good as Shaolin’s Great Revitalizing Pill. It’s even better in some ways. You know that, right?”

“Yes, of course.”

It was the Divine Elixir of the Medicine God, after all.

“Even in Shaolin, they don’t give the Great Revitalizing Pill to everyone. They only give one to the most talented.”

“That’s right.”

Tang Soso frowned.

“But Mount Hua uses it like it’s candy.”

“…”

“I bet Hae Yeon has had more Violet Elixirs since coming to Mount Hua than Great Revitalizing Pills he ever had in Shaolin.”

The two men couldn’t say anything and nodded.

Hae Yeon might be bald and use Shaolin martial arts, but he was basically a Mount Hua disciple. Shouldn’t he be loyal to the side that feeds him more?

“We can handle this because it’s Mount Hua. Anyone else would have given up. When they’re young, their bodies can’t handle the training, and when they get older, they can’t change their old habits. Plus, they’re hard to control at that age.”

“I guess…”

You can’t train a ten-year-old like a thirty-year-old. They would resist.

‘Unless you’re dealing with someone like Chung Myung.’

Resist, and you die. No, it’s better to die. And no one even dares to run away.

That’s why he can bully the Tang family, the Green Forest, and even the Namgung Clan throughout Mount Hua…

“Anyway, you can’t do this just because you want to. So, your brothers and sisters must be having a terrible time right now.”

“…I see.”

“People think Chung Myung is the most important part of Mount Hua, but I think the Violet Elixir is just as important.”

“…But aren’t they connected? Chung Myung makes the Violet Elixir.”

“What do you mean?”

Tang Soso thought for a moment and nodded.

“That’s right…”

Just then, Jo Gul, who had been quiet, spoke up.

“Soso.”

“Yes?”

“Then why don’t other groups give out elixirs so easily?”

Tang Soso looked at Jo Gul as if he was clueless. Jo Gul, feeling her gaze, shrank back.

“Seriously, are you really the son of a merchant family, Senior Brother?”

“Wh-what does that have to do with anything?”

“Do you think you can just make elixirs whenever you want? An elixir needs a rare spirit beast’s core or a mystical herb that you might only find once every few decades.”

“Really?”

“Even the Tang family’s Thousand Poison Pill needs venomous things that are hard to find. The Violet Elixir is amazing because you can get the ingredients if you try.”

“Ah…”

Jo Gul understood and nodded.

“The old Violet Elixir of Mount Hua, which they say is lost, might have been better, but making one pill back then would have taken as much work as making hundreds of the current ones.”

“So, basically…”

“Hmm?”

Jo Gul grinned.

“The Tang family members are also about to collapse from exhaustion.”

“That’s true, but…”

If you ignore the details, that’s what it means.

“Heh heh heh. That sounds interesting… Should we go look?”

Yoon Jong frowned at Jo Gul’s words.

“I don’t think you should say that in front of Soso… Why do you hate the Tang family so much? You’re from Sichuan.”

“That’s why I’m like this.”

“Why?”

Jo Gul clicked his tongue and turned to Yoon Jong.

“Do you like Jongnam because you’re from Shaanxi, Senior Brother?”

“…Of course not.”

“It’s the same. I’ve been afraid of the Tang family since I was a kid, so I unconsciously hate them. I’m just getting over it now.”

Yoon Jong shook his head.

‘You’ll never fix that.’

How can someone who’s still scared of Soso get over the Tang family?

No… Is Soso scarier than the Tang family?

Jo Gul chuckled, Yoon Jong shook his head, and Tang Soso, looking complicated, entered the training grounds. And…

“Ugh… It’s cold.”

“Why the sudden chill…”

The three shivered.

“…Is it winter already?”

They joined the Mount Hua disciples in the training grounds. They saw a familiar figure and quickly stood behind him.

“Martial Uncle.”

“U-uh?”

“What’s going on?”

“Oh… well.”

Baek Cheon started to say something, then pointed with his chin.

“See for yourself.”

“Yes?”

The three looked at what Baek Cheon was pointing at. They were shocked.

“Oh…”

“Wow…”

“Huh…”

Nothing seemed unusual. The Tang family members were lined up in front of them, ready to start training.

But there was one small difference…

“Oh, Brother…”

Tang Soso shivered.

Tang Pae, the young leader of the Sichuan Tang family, had a black and blue face. It looked like someone had painted it with watercolors.

“H-his face…”

“What on earth…”

The Tang family’s faces were so swollen they looked like balloons about to burst. It was a shocking sight. But no one could laugh.

Their eyes were swollen so small, like tiny holes. But from these small eyes, you could see a lot of anger.

“Mount Hua…”

“Bastards…”

“We’ll kill you all.”

Jo Gul flinched and stepped back.

‘Excuse me? We didn’t do that to you, did we? Why are you blaming us after getting slapped somewhere else…’

“Traitors…”

“Rotten Shaanxi dogs.”

Wow… They wouldn’t even look at the Four Evil Sects like that.

“Ahem.”

Baek Cheon cleared his throat.

“I-it seems the Tang Clan Lord was very angry.”

“…It seems so.”

“No matter how angry he was, to do that to people…”

Tang Soso interrupted.

“It’s alright. The Sichuan Tang Clan’s medical skills are the best. They only beat them up enough to be able to heal them.”

“…”

At times like this, you can see where Tang Soso gets her personality.

“Is everyone here?”

Chung Myung walked out with his hands behind his back, looking calm. He looked at the Tang family and Mount Hua disciples.

“Oh… I had other plans for this afternoon.”

As soon as he said that, the Tang family glared at Chung Myung. If looks could kill, Chung Myung would be dead.

“…Maybe that’s a bit… too much.”

Chung Myung looked away and stared at the sky.

‘…I was glad you weren’t related.’

But they’re all relatives anyway, so what can you do?

Chung Myung turned around carefully. Tang Gun-ak was watching him with burning eyes, his arms crossed.

He was making it clear that ‘I won’t say anything, and I won’t stop you from training them, but I don’t like that you’re saying you’re going to do something else.’

“Oh, well… Heh heh. It would be a shame to stop after one fight, right?”

The Mount Hua disciples shook their heads.

They were saying they were fine. They didn’t regret anything.

Of course, Chung Myung pretended not to notice.

“So, we have to keep going. We’ll do it again today, like yesterday… and the winning side gets to rest for half a day tomorrow, too.”

“W-wait a minute, Chung Myung. This doesn’t seem right.”

“Can’t you see their eyes? Someone’s going to die!”

The Mount Hua disciples saw Chung Myung looking embarrassed and Tang Gun-ak smiling as if he was happy.

“Then, let’s start…”

“Kill them!”

“Slaughter them all!”

“Bury them! Those mongrel bastards!”