Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 244

Deep in the night, Chung Myung quietly moved behind the Head Abbot’s house, the leader of the monks.

A grin stretched across his face, hidden in the darkness.

Why hadn’t he thought of this before?

Actually, he knew why. Mount Hua hadn’t needed Eternal Ice Iron until now, and even if they had, they couldn’t have gotten it.

Even though a lot of Eternal Ice Iron was buried under that small hill.

Chung Myung looked at the small mountain behind the Head Abbot’s house, his feelings refreshed.

If that hadn’t been there, things would have been much harder.

No, much harder? He would have lost everything and been kicked out. Thinking about that time made him feel uneasy.

Aish, seriously.

He had come a long way.

He remembered how he had saved Mount Hua Sect. It was a sect with no money, almost dead. He had pulled it back from the edge.

He still had a long way to go.

If he could fix this one problem, things would get better!

Chung Myung stared at the mountain, determined.

“Right. No time to waste,”

He pulled out his sword, took a deep breath, and his face hardened.

“Here I go!”

*Whish! Whish! Whish! Whish! Whish!*

The soil poured out like a rushing stream. Chung Myung swung his sword like a pickaxe, cutting through the earth as if it were tofu.

Quickly, Chung Myung dug into the mountain, changing direction and moving forward with unstoppable power.

*Whish! Whish! Whish! Whish! Whish!*

The sound of the earth scattering was like rain.

It was nothing now. He could feel how much stronger he had become in the past few years.

Thud.

“Oh ho?”

Chung Myung cut through the rock in his way with one strike and checked where he was going.

It should be around here, downwards.

He had opened the front before, but now he would try a different way. If he messed with the front again, Hyun Jong might notice. Plus, he didn’t need to use the front anymore.

“I think it was around here?”

Chung Myung raised his sword and poked at the area above him.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

“Is it not?”

Clang!

“Oh!”

Chung Myung’s eyes lit up.

He had dug well.

Something hard hit the tip of his sword. Rocks couldn’t stop his sword filled with his power. So, he must have hit the secret vault of the Head Abbot, the Mount Hua Sect’s vault.

“Let’s see.”

Chung Myung shook his sword lightly.

Then, the dirt above him fell, showing a dark, square ceiling.

Chung Myung looked at the ceiling, the floor of the vault, and said, admiringly,

“Head Abbot! You give so generously!”

You’ve already given me all the treasures in the warehouse, and now you’re even giving me the vault!

This disciple doesn’t know what to do!

“- Chung Myung! Are you stealing again?! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you!”

“Ah, let’s talk later. I’m busy right now.”

Chung Myung ignored the imaginary scolding he could almost hear, raised his sword, and poked at the floor of the vault.

Clang. Clang.

It was definitely hard.

Eternal Ice Iron was Eternal Ice Iron. If he hadn’t recently increased his inner strength, he wouldn’t have tried to cut it.

“But not now.”

Chung Myung narrowed his eyes slightly.

Slowly, he moved his sword.

The inner strength in his dantian responded, rising like a fire. Quickly, the inner strength flowed through his body and into the sword.

Wooooong!

A clear hum vibrated from Chung Myung’s sword.

Chung Myung, looking a bit dazed, slowly raised his sword.

His sword made a soft arc.

Whooooosh!

Chung Myung swung his sword once, then put it back in its scabbard.

“Good!”

Chung Myung’s eyes widened again, and he looked up, happy.

“Now! I’ve cut it…”

At that moment, the Eternal Ice Iron, cut in a large circle, fell on Chung Myung’s head.

“Huh?”

Thud!

Plop.

Chung Myung fell to the floor and twitched his toes.

“Keeuuuuh.”

He pushed away the Eternal Ice Iron and cursed.

“Argh! Am I stupid!”

If you cut the ceiling, of course it’s going to fall! Damn it!

He wiped the blood from his nose and looked at the Eternal Ice Iron.

“Anyway… I think this should be enough?”

It was big enough for a person to lie on. He could make a large pot with this much.

But there was one problem…

“It’s thinner than I thought?”

If the vault was this size and the iron was thick, even Shaolin would have trouble making it. If Mount Hua did that, they would be broke.

Chung Myung frowned at the thin iron plate.

“If it’s like this…”

He had planned to carve the thick iron plate with his sword to make a pot. But if it was this thin, he couldn’t carve it.

Which meant…

“Do I have to bend this?”

Eternal Ice Iron?

Me?

Chung Myung’s eyes trembled.

Now, he had to hammer and bend the iron plate into the shape of a pot.

Sadly, no one in Mount Hua or Shaanxi could do that.

Maybe the Head Abbot or elders of the Jongnam Sect could do it?

They would do it happily.

To help Mount Hua, what a joyous thing. Jerks!

Damn it.

Realizing he had to do it himself, Chung Myung sighed.

“Yeah, I have to do it like it’s better to die than to suffer.”

He sat down, pulled the Eternal Ice Iron plate, and put it on his knees.

His left hand gripped the iron plate.

“Tsk.”

His hand almost turned white as it heated up. The iron plate began to glow red.

“How!”

He hit the heated part of the iron plate with his right hand.

Clang!

“Can’t anything!”

Clang!

“Go right without me!”

Clang!

He angrily hit the Eternal Ice Iron. The hard iron began to bend, little by little.

As small as an ant’s eye booger.

“Are you kidding me?”

Flames flared in Chung Myung’s eyes.

Who was he?

He was the kind of person who would get angry when things didn’t go his way.

“Alright! Let’s see who wins!”

Chung Myung used as much inner strength as possible, clenched his fists, and furiously hit the iron plate.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

“Aaargh!”

The Medicine Hall Lord, Un-gak, woke up with a heavy face.

He had barely slept last night.

The more he thought about it, the more impossible it seemed.

To make the Mixed Origin Pill, you need a pot made of special iron, like Ice Iron or Black Iron.

Hancheol and Mukcheol are very expensive and hard to find. Even rich people struggle to get them.

Can Chung Myung really get Hancheol?

The task of making a cauldron with Hancheol is still there, but first, we need to get the Hancheol.

But no matter how amazing Chung Myung is, Hancheol isn’t just a pebble on the road. Can he really get it overnight?

I guess it’s okay for now.

Chung Myung bragged he would get it. He probably tried, but it’s impossible. I should comfort him when he fails.

Un-gak sighed softly, opened the door, and stepped outside.

Well, considering what Chung Myung has done for us so far… Whoa! What is this?

Un-gak, who had been walking out calmly, was startled and stepped back.

His eyes widened and slowly looked down.

Che, Chung Myung?

Pooooooo. Pooooooo.

…

Chung Myung was sprawled out, snoring loudly.

No, that’s not…

What happened to him overnight? He looks completely worn out.

His whole body is covered in dirt. He sweated so much that the dirt and dust have become grime stuck to him. What exactly happened yesterday…?

Huh?

Un-gak’s gaze turned slightly to the side.

This?

Next to Chung Myung, a large cauldron is visible.

A very large one.

When light touched the black cauldron, a blue light seemed to move inside the metal. It was a metal he had never seen before.

Su, surely?

Un-gak’s body trembled.

No, it can’t be?

No way?

Sreeee.

Un-gak slowly drew the sword from his waist. And he poured his inner strength into the sword.

Gulp.

He swallowed hard and struck the cauldron with a determined spirit.

Clang!

Whirr!

…

Soon, he stared blankly at his sword, which had broken cleanly in two.

Broken?

The sword infused with sword energy broke?

Th, then?

Ha, ha… Han…

Hancheol?

Ma, Millennium Hancheol?

This crazy bastard really made a cauldron out of Millennium Hancheol?

He rushed to the cauldron and struck it hard several times. But only his hand ached as if it would break, and not even a crack appeared on the cauldron.

Jang Mun-in! Jang Mun-iiiiiiiiin! Aargh! Jang Mun-iiiiiiiiin!

Un-gak, terrified, grabbed the cauldron and started running towards the Head Abbot’s residence.

Pooooooo! Pooooooo!

Only Chung Myung’s snoring echoed quietly in the silent courtyard of the Medicine Hall.

Good heavens, Hancheol. This is the first time I’ve ever seen this much Hancheol.

Will this be enough?

The elders gathered around the cauldron, tapping it curiously.

No, Chung Myung. Where on earth did you get this?

Get it? I hammered it out myself!

Oh, my fate! The old man hammers the cauldron with his fists all night, and the young ones just fall asleep!

Chung Myung sighed deeply and said casually.

That’s not important, is it?

Th, that’s right. Yes! That’s not what’s important!

Hyun Jong turned his head sharply.

Un-gak! No, Head of the Medicine Hall!

Yes! Head Abbot!

Is everything ready?

Just one more test, please.

Hmm. I understand!

Hyun Jong approached the cauldron and placed his hand on the lower part. And he began to pour in as much inner strength as he could.

Gooooooo!

The cauldron began to heat up.

Oh! It’s holding!

Indeed, it’s Millennium Hancheol! It’s holding up even though it’s so thin!

Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang rejoiced, unable to hide their delight.

It works! It works! Head Abbot! Now we can make the Honwon Pill! No, the Jasodan!

Finally!

Hyun Jong’s eyes welled up with tears.

This damn hardship… No, well, most of the hardship was done by Chung Myung alone, but anyway, after all this damn hardship, we can finally start manufacturing the Honwon Pill!

With this, Mount Hua will take another leap forward!

The ancestors have watched over us.

Nonsense! I did all the work!

Huh?

Hyun Jong tilted his head slightly.

Did I hear something wrong?

Chung Myung, who was exhausted from bending Hancheol all night, waved his hand.

Let’s start quickly. Quickly…

Yes! We must! Head of the Medicine Hall!

Yes! Head Abbot! I will prepare immediately.

Chung Myung shook his head, watching the Head of the Medicine Hall busily pouring ingredients into the cauldron and Hyun Jong constantly nagging.

Ancestors, my ass! Me…? Wait, am I an ancestor?

Oh… then it’s right.

That’s right. That statement.

Now, if we add Gongcheong Petroleum and Hwasinsu… and the collected morning dew…

The Head of the Medicine Hall, who had carefully mixed the ingredients until the very end, stepped back and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then, he reached out and grabbed a long iron ladle.

All preparations were complete.

He took a couple of deep breaths and shouted firmly.

Begin!

Hyun Sang!

Yes, Head Abbot!

Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang grabbed the cauldron from both sides and began to draw up their inner strength. Soon, the two men, who had converted their inner strength into heat, gripped the cauldron tightly with the utmost seriousness.

Gooooooo.

Tremendous firepower gathered at the center of the cauldron, and the ingredients began to boil.

Good! Just like this!

The Head of the Medicine Hall stirred the ingredients in the cauldron with a face full of joy.

Just this much! Please maintain this!

For how long?

Just ten days!

Oh! Okay, ten…

Huh?

What did he say?

Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang simultaneously raised their heads and looked at the Head of the Medicine Hall.

For how long?

Ten days!

Didn’t you say it takes ten days to make the Yeongdan? But this process alone takes ten days?

Yes! This is all there is to the process!

…

Then you should have said so earlier!

Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang looked at the Head of the Medicine Hall with bewildered, trembling eyes.

Well, if we stop for a moment and start again…

No! Once we start, we can’t stop! Ten days! It’s unconditionally ten days from now!

There was madness in the eyes of the Head of the Medicine Hall.

It was the moment when an achievement that would never happen again in his life would be made. What’s the big deal about stirring a cauldron for ten days?

Uh… Th-? Uh?

It was the moment when Hyun Jong was about to say something. A muttering sound was heard from behind.

Ten days…

Hyun Jong slowly turned his head.

There stood Chung Myung with a devilish face.

With just his expression,

If we ruin the ingredients that I went through all that trouble to get, Mount Hua will be destroyed too.

Chung Myung said, grinding his teeth.

You can do it! Head Abbot!

…

Definitely! Absolutely! By any means!

…

People don’t die from not sleeping for ten days! Please try with the mindset that you will die holding the cauldron! I will always remember your sacrifice for Mount Hua, Head Abbot!

I’m not dead yet!

Tears welled up in Hyun Jong’s eyes.

Damn it!