Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 149

“Heh heh heh. These little kids.”

The oldest of the Ghost Cry Three Killers, Ghost Cry Shadowless, glared at the Mount Hua disciples. His eyes were cold and hard.

“Trying to steal treasures they can’t protect?” he sneered. “You’re asking for trouble. I’ll be kind and make your deaths quick.”

Normally, the Ghost Cry Three Killers would not attack Mount Hua disciples. But this was the Sword Tomb.

It was a place hidden from the outside world.

Here, no one would know who was responsible, no matter who died. So, they could do whatever they wanted.

The Beggars’ Sect members beside the Mount Hua disciples were a nuisance, but if they were all killed, no one would be able to spread the news.

‘It’s best to get rid of as many rivals as possible,’ he thought.

Ghost Cry Shadowless slowly licked his lips. His greatsword glowed a ghastly blue in the light.

“Heh heh heh. These young ones are just asking for trouble, Brother.”

“They’ll regret it when their skin is peeled off.”

His brothers also showed off their weapons, threatening the Mount Hua disciples.

But…

‘Why are these guys acting like that?’

In the Hunan area, the name Ghost Cry Three Killers was enough to scare even crying children. Even though they were disciples of the once-famous Mount Hua, and those beside them were from the Beggars’ Sect’s Luoyang branch, they should have been no match for the Ghost Cry Three Killers.

Yet, the people in front of them were not only calm but seemed uninterested.

“Young fools with no fear…”

“Hey, you,” Yoon Jong said with a sigh.

“I understand what you’re saying, but you should think about this carefully.”

“What?” Ghost Cry Shadowless glared, his eyes wide.

“You rude brat!”

“No, it’s not that… Ha. I don’t know anymore. Do what you want.”

“I’ll tear your mouth apart for saying such things…”

Just then…

KABOOOOM!

A huge explosion suddenly happened beside him. Ghost Cry Shadowless’s eyes widened as he turned.

‘What, what is this?’

A person he had never seen before was standing there.

‘Huh? What about my brother?’

What had happened to his brother, who had been standing there?

Ghost Cry Shadowless looked down slowly.

“Ggrck… Grrrck…”

He saw his brother twisting under the foot of the newcomer.

Seeing his brother’s body bent in a strange way, he was confused before he could even get angry.

“Uh…”

Ghost Cry Shadowless tilted his head and looked again at the one standing on his brother.

And just then, the one who had come down—Chung Myung—also looked at Ghost Cry Shadowless.

“……”

Could a person’s face really look this unpleasant…?

Just as he was about to say something, Chung Myung spoke first.

“What are these things?”

“……”

No, shouldn’t I be the one asking that?

Who are you?

Baek Cheon, who had been watching, sighed and said, “They’re the Ghost Cry Three Killers… quite famous in the Hunan area.”

Chung Myung tilted his head.

“Three Killers? Does that mean they’re going to die three times?”

No, that’s not what it means…

“Well, whatever.”

Crack. Crack.

Chung Myung twisted his head from side to side.

“Let’s start by beating them up.”

Huh?

Baek Cheon squeezed his eyes shut as he watched the Ghost Cry Three Killers, beaten and bruised, being thrown into a corner of the stone room.

‘Poor guys.’

The Ghost Cry Three Killers were known to be more scary than tigers in the Hunan area. If even Baek Cheon knew them, it was no surprise that their bad reputation had spread throughout the Central Plains.

It was surprising to see these famous killers beaten so easily and thrown into a corner.

“Where did all these nobodies come from?”

They’re not nobodies… They’re quite famous.

But Baek Cheon shook his head instead of explaining.

It was clear that Chung Myung’s standards were very different from those of normal people, as wide as the Yangtze River.

“Why did you have to jump down here like that?”

Chung Myung chuckled at Yoon Jong’s words.

“No need to waste time.”

“You stubborn jerk.”

Yoon Jong shook his head. Yoon Jong and the other Mount Hua disciples had slowed their fall by sticking their swords into the wall. Others had done the same.

It was more amazing that he could keep that speed without worrying about what might be on the floor than that he could handle crashing into the ground at such a speed.

‘It’s lucky that those guys were the ones who got stepped on.’

“What about the others?”

“Look.”

Baek Cheon pointed to one side. A door at one end of the stone room was wide open.

“It seems there’s only one path. At least, one way out of here.”

“Hmm. Is that so?”

Chung Myung glanced at the door and then looked at the floor.

“Hmm?”

Then, as if he had found something, he began to pick up the pieces scattered on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“I think this used to be a door.”

“Um? So what?”

“Just pick them up for now.”

Chung Myung, after picking up all the pieces of the door and putting them back together, frowned.

“Swords, huh?”

Two swords pointed at each other as if trying to kill. And the large words carved there: Sword Tomb.

“That’s a bit too obvious, isn’t it?” Chung Myung thought as he looked at the broken pieces.

Chung Myung chuckled.

“Why? Is there a problem?”

At Yoon Jong’s words, Chung Myung shrugged.

“Who named this place Sword Tomb?”

“Well… wasn’t it Yakseon?”

“He named his own tomb himself? Don’t you think that’s in bad taste?”

“Uh…”

Now that he thought about it, it did seem that way.

“Usually, tombs are named after they’re built. Talgeom Muhyun’s tomb is called the Sword Tomb. But here, it’s written as Sword Tomb right from the entrance. On a tomb that hasn’t been found even once until now.”

Yoon Jong frowned.

“Talgeom Muhyun named his own tomb Sword Tomb and told the world?”

“Maybe.”

“Why?”

“Who knows?”

Chung Myung shrugged.

“How would I know what a person who died two hundred years ago was thinking?”

Chung Myung turned his head with a smirk. The only door leading out of the stone room came into view.

“What’s certain is this: whether this is really Yakseon’s tomb or not, the person who made this tomb isn’t ordinary.”

Everyone nodded.

To dig a tunnel this deep and create a stone room this large… It was something unimaginable with normal skills.

“Don’t let your guard down. It’s definitely not an ordinary tomb.”

While the Mount Hua disciples were thinking, Hong Daeguang quietly walked up to Chung Myung.

“Mount Hua Divine Dragon.”

“Yes?”

“What are you planning to do now? Judging by the people who came in ahead, this place is very dangerous. It won’t be easy to get through with just the people here.”

“Hmm.”

“In my opinion, it might be a good idea to find some people and make an alliance. First, we should create a group to fully understand the Sword Tomb and find out if the Hondon exists, don’t you think?”

Chung Myung’s face turned a bit sour.

“If they were the kind of people who would share nicely, they wouldn’t have come here in the first place.”

“……”

He wasn’t wrong.

Chung Myung chuckled and continued.

“And there’s no need to try to do that. It’s probably already started. If the guys who came in have any sense, they’ve already made alliances.”

“Hmm. That’s true.”

Hong Daeguang nodded.

Many different kinds of people had entered this Sword Tomb. Even if they didn’t get along outside, they would have to join forces once they entered this place.

‘The Wudang Sect entered first, after all.’

The Wudang Sect’s reputation was very high. No matter how famous the others were, they were like small lights compared to the sun before the name of Wudang.

Wasn’t it normal for martial artists, who were like lone wolves, to come together and split up depending on their goals? There was no way these people hadn’t thought of that.

If so…

Hong Daeguang, who had been glancing at Chung Myung, shivered. Chung Myung was looking at the door with a wicked smile.

‘They’re trying to weaken the Wudang Sect, not knowing that a snake is hiding behind them.’

Judging from Chung Myung’s face, it seemed that everything was going according to his plan so far.

“Hey, Mount Hua Divine Dragon.”

“Yes?”

“I know what you’re thinking, but do you know that if they get their hands on the Hondon first, we’ll end up with nothing? If we’re going to move, we need to move right now.”

“Of course.”

Chung Myung turned to look at the Mount Hua disciples.

“Let’s go.”

“Understood.”

The Mount Hua disciples followed Chung Myung without a word.

“It seems this place wasn’t made with good intentions, so don’t fall behind me.”

“……Understood.”

Hong Daeguang also carefully watched Chung Myung and then stayed close to the back of the Mount Hua disciples. Then, the Beggars’ Sect disciples also gathered behind them.

Seeing this, Chung Myung slightly frowned and scolded Hong Daeguang.

“Trying to freeload, are you!”

“I, I can be of help!”

“I’ve never heard of a beggar being helpful in my life! Shoo! Shoo!”

“It’s not like chasing chickens, shooing me away like that. Let’s help each other out. I’m a very helpful person when I’m outside! I’m Hong Daeguang! Hong Daeguang!”

Chung Myung sneered.

“Help, my foot.”

“Ggrrrr.”

Hong Daeguang scratched his head hard. He was not used to being ignored, but he couldn’t do anything in front of this monster.

“I, there must be something I can do.”

“You can d…”

Chung Myung stopped talking.

‘Huh?’

Originally, Chung Myung’s plan was to make some connection with the Beggars’ Sect.

The Beggars’ Sect was an organization that controlled information. As Mount Hua grew, information would be very important.

If they stayed only within Mount Hua, information wouldn’t matter much, but if they expanded to the entire Central Plains, information could be more valuable than martial skills.

So, he was thinking of casually making friends through this event and using some of the Beggars’ Sect’s information, even though he didn’t like them.

But as he thought about that, something came to mind.

‘I forgot why I had bad feelings in the first place.’

Chung Myung spoke, looking ahead.

“Branch Leader Ahjussi.”

“Huh?”

“In the Beggars’ Sect, what kind of position is a branch leader?”

“……Even if you searched all the beggars in the world, there wouldn’t be more than a hundred above me.”

“Then you can catch a Samgyeolgae anytime, right?”

“Samgyeolgae? I can catch that kind of guy with my toes.”

“Is that so?”

Chung Myung slowly turned his head.

Hong Daeguang, seeing his face, flinched and stepped back without thinking.

Chung Myung’s eyes were burning with something.

“Ahjussi, you have something to do now. Just catch one beggar for me.”

“……What kind of beggar?”

“There’s a beggar named Jongpal in Wuhan. I’ll help you if you bring that guy to me when we get out of here.”

“Jongpal? It’s not that hard, but… What’s the matter? Do you know him?”

“I owe him a debt.”

A very big debt.

He was the beggar who had given Chung Myung the biggest shock since he was reborn into this body.

Chung Myung said, breathing heavily.

“A debt that must be repaid!”

“……”

He didn’t know what he had done, but it seemed there was a beggar who had made a big mistake.

Hong Daeguang felt sorry for the beggar in Wuhan.