Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 182

What is going on?

The carriage continued its journey, stopping frequently.

The original plan was to travel straight to Sichuan, only stopping to change horses. However, Chung Myung’s training schedule changed everything.

Lee Bo had to stop the carriage, wait for Chung Myung’s brothers to be beaten, load their bodies back in, and then continue.

‘What is this supposed to be?’ He wondered.

Lee Bo couldn’t make sense of it.

Chung Myung beat his brothers hard. Even after being knocked down, they came back for more training with anger in their eyes.

‘Was Mount Hua always this tough?’

But Lee Bo knew one thing.

Everyone said Mount Hua was declining. But if all the disciples trained like this, they would quickly become famous again.

“If they don’t get injured too badly first,” Lee Bo said to himself.

Lee Bo stared as the Mount Hua disciples were defeated again and again.

‘This is really strange.’

Things were happening that didn’t make sense to him.

For the past five days, Chung Myung had been beating the Mount Hua disciples badly.

Anyone would have trouble moving after being beaten so much. Moreover, Chung Myung, a martial arts master, had been beating them for five days straight.

Yet, they were training even harder now than on the first day.

‘Do they get stronger the more they get hit?’

That didn’t make sense, but it was happening right before his eyes.

‘I don’t know which side is more amazing.’

Of course, the result didn’t change.

“Gleuk.”

Yoon Jong fell to the side, foaming at the mouth.

Then, he collapsed, trembling.

Chung Myung clicked his tongue.

“Lower body! Lower body! I keep telling you, focus on your lower body!”

Chung Myung shouted and looked at his fallen brothers. They were all on the ground, gasping for air. Chung Myung clicked his tongue.

“You’re just getting better at pretending!”

“Pretending, he says!”

Clearly, after training with Chung Myung, their inner strength had increased, and their bodies had become stronger. This was obvious.

But it was still painful. Every time the training ended, they felt pain that made it hard to move. Just enduring that was difficult.

“Move your energy and get your bodies ready!”

Chung Myung turned and walked into the bushes.

“Where are you going?”

“Going to take a break, why!”

Jo Gul showed his dislike.

“Hope you fall and break your nose.”

Yoon Jong, lying next to him, said weakly.

“…Say something that makes sense. The ground would break first.”

“Keueung.”

Jo Gul turned over and looked at the sky, panting.

“Senior Brother.”

“Why?”

“We’re really getting stronger, right?”

“…Of course.”

Yoon Jong could already feel it.

Even though they hadn’t been training for many days, his inner strength had clearly increased. Even his sword had become sharper.

Just by training with Chung Myung, they were improving quickly.

Of course, Chung Myung was fighting them with his bare hands, so ‘training’ might not be the right word.

“Keueung. It had better be.”

Jo Gul sighed.

He couldn’t deny that it was working, but the training was too hard.

‘If I don’t get stronger after this, it’ll be unfair!’

At that moment, Baek Cheon was watching Chung Myung.

“Uncle-Master?”

“Hmm?”

“What are you looking at?”

“Ah….”

Baek Cheon stammered. After thinking, he spoke with a strange look.

“You guys.”

“Yes, Uncle-Master.”

“Have you ever seen Chung Myung sweat?”

“Yes?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just that. Have you ever seen him sweat?”

“Haha. That’s strange. Of course…”

Yoon Jong tilted his head.

“I haven’t?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him sweat either, Senior Brother.”

“Right?”

Baek Cheon looked even more surprised.

“Why are you asking?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Baek Cheon shook his head. But he kept watching where Chung Myung had gone.

‘His head was completely soaked.’

That monster.

The guy who had fought evenly with the Wudang elders was now tired from training with them.

Others would be proud of their own growth, but Baek Cheon was serious. He knew they weren’t as strong as Heo Sanja.

That meant….

Baek Cheon bit his lip.

His eyes looked serious as he stared at where Chung Myung had disappeared.

After a long time, Baek Cheon spoke.

“Everyone, listen!”

“…Yes?”

He spoke in a heavy voice.

“Kkeueueunge.”

Chung Myung walked out of sight and lay down.

“Aigo…. Aigo, I’m going to die.”

Cold sweat covered Chung Myung as he panted.

“Kkeueung. I’m going to collapse first.”

Chugung Gwahyeol.

It was easy to say.

But a real Chugung Gwahyeol was a secret art that even masters found difficult. It wasn’t just a rough technique.

How could he push his energy into another person’s body and cause the right amount of damage?

It couldn’t be too much or too little.

Too much would damage their energy channels, and too little would be useless. It was only useful when he accurately grasped each person’s energy and struck with the right amount of power.

Chung Myung could only try it because he had eaten Honwon Dan and improved. Of course, it took so much focus that his head felt empty every time.

“What am I going to get out of this?”

If it had been the old Chung Myung, he wouldn’t have worked so hard for others. He would have thought it was better for him to train.

But the current Chung Myung was different.

– No matter how strong you are, what will change? There are things you can’t do alone.

“I know! I know! Nag, nag, nag…. Tsk.”

Chung Myung groaned.

In fact, they would eventually absorb all the energy of Honwon Dan even without his help. It wasn’t that hard to absorb, and they were ready.

‘But that’s not enough.’

‘Someday’ wasn’t good enough.

Anyone can reach the top of a low mountain with effort, but there’s a difference between those who reach it early and those who reach it late.

Becoming stronger a few years earlier means you can go further in the future.

That’s why Chung Myung wanted to make them stronger as quickly as possible.

Even if it was much harder for him.

However, one thing was good….

“They are very determined.”

He laughed when he thought of his brothers, who had been beaten for five days and still charged at him with fire in their eyes.

In the past, they would avoid him when he asked them to train. Of course, he wasn’t as nice as he was now….

‘Anyway, they are more determined than the old Chungja generation.’

He was excited.

Seeing them get stronger, he wanted to teach them more.

That’s why he was pushing himself so hard.

“So….”

Chung Myung looked up at the sky and said.

“If I teach them, they’ll teach others, and Mount Hua will become stronger, right, Sect Leader Brother?”

Chung Mun seemed to smile, agreeing.

“Kkeueung. I know.”

It was strange.

He hadn’t worried about this when he was famous as the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, but now it felt important.

“Tsk!”

Chung Myung gathered his energy, wiped away the sweat, and tidied his clothes. Now, he didn’t look tired.

“They look so carefree!”

Do you know how hard I’m working? Huh? Do you!

Ugh!

Chung Myung walked back to his brothers, grumbling.

‘Still….’

Maybe that time would come sooner than he thought.

The day when they would be reliable comrades instead of burdens.

“Eh. I should be realistic.”

When would he ever train those brats and use them? To make that happen, they would have to train twice as hard.

But people break down if they overdo it. There is a limit to forced training. Greed causes problems.

Chung Myung tried not to be impatient and looked ahead. Until then, Chung Myung would somehow….

“Huh?”

Chung Myung tilted his head.

His brothers, who he thought would be on the ground or in the carriage, were all standing and waiting for him.

“Why are you standing there? Aren’t you resting?”

“Resting?”

Baek Cheon tilted his head.

“We can’t rest after this much training. Let’s go again!”

“…Huh.”

Chung Myung laughed weakly.

Excuse me?

Your legs are shaking?

Can you even stand?

Jo Gul forced a smile and provoked Chung Myung.

“Well, if you’re having a hard time, Chung Myung, we can give you a break.”

“Heoh?”

Yoon Jong didn’t back down.

“You’re not tired, are you?”

“Haa?”

No, did they all take something?

Yoo Iseol drew her sword, pointed it at Chung Myung, and said.

“It would be nice to make a hole in you.”

“….”

A vein popped out on Chung Myung’s forehead.

“It seems like….”

Crack!

The vein moved to the back of his hand. His fist trembled.

“It seems like you need more training!”

Chung Myung shouted.

“No need to wait, come at me all at once!”

“Let’s go!”

“I’m going to smash your head!”

“I’ll hit you once and die! Just once!”

The brothers charged at Chung Myung with angry eyes.

Chung Myung laughed.

‘They’re really likeable guys.’

Senior Brother.

Sect Leader Brother.

This Mount Hua is not so bad.

Hehehe.