Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 254

“Hooo.”

Un-gak wiped his forehead with his sleeve, having finished tidying up the Medicine Hall.

Now that the always busy Medicine Hall was empty, it felt almost desolate.

‘It was amazing.’

The biggest storm since he had entered the Medicine Hall had swept through. All the Medicine Hall members, including the elders and Chung Myung, had worked together to create the Violet Elixir, hadn’t they?

The thought that he had achieved something great that would be remembered filled his heart with pride.

However.

Fortunately, the result was good, and he was overjoyed, but as the excitement faded away, he started to feel empty.

‘It feels like a dream.’

If it weren’t for that Black Iron Cauldron over there, he might have thought all of this was a dream…

“Huh?”

Un-gak tilted his head slightly.

Heh heh heh.

Was it really a dream? The Black Iron Cauldron isn’t visi…

“⋯⋯.”

Un-gak’s eyes opened very wide. And soon, cold sweat began to pour down like a waterfall.

“Wh-where did the Black Iron Cauldron go?”

Un-gak, his face turned white with fear, screamed and ran out of the hall!

“Thief! Thieeeeeef!”

“I am!”

Clang!

“Doing this!”

Clang!

“How many times do I have to do this!”

Clang!

Chung Myung trembled as he hammered the Black Iron Cauldron.

“Keeeuh.”

Is this something a person should be doing?

Digging and digging again, filling it in and digging again.

Cutting out, bending, then straightening it out and sticking it back together.

Even a dog would get angry if trained like this. How much more would Chung Myung, a human, feel? But even worse, Chung Myung doesn’t even have an owner to bite.

“Keeeuh.”

He sighed deeply and hammered the Black Iron Cauldron. He had already put all the manuals he had brought inside, so now he just needed to flatten and reattach this cauldron.

“Oh, no! What a fate.”

It was a good thing that Mount Hua would take another step… no, two or three steps forward because of this, but there was too much work to be done.

First of all, this damn cauldron!

“It’s damn hard! Really!”

Clang!

When he was cutting and slashing with his sword, it was just some ten-thousand-year-old black iron, but trying to flatten it with his fists was taking forever.

“Keeuh. It’s done.”

Chung Myung, who had stubbornly flattened the cauldron, sighed and looked up. He brought the cauldron, which had now become a round iron plate, to the round hole, and it fit roughly.

Of course, it was just the beginning.

“What glory am I trying to enjoy?”

He put his hand on the place where the iron plate touched.

Paaaaah!

Soon, an enormous heat came from his hand. The end of the ten-thousand-year-old black iron, which was incredibly hard, melted little by little and became flimsy. He diligently rubbed that part to connect it.

“Oh, no. My back.”

Emitting Samadhi Fire capable of melting ten-thousand-year-old black iron was not easy for Chung Myung either.

Creating Samadhi Fire was not difficult, but keeping it going while attaching all this black iron was a different matter.

“I’m doing this much, you damn descendants!”

Of course, he was the one who cut out the black iron like this… but Chung Myung decided to just skip over such trivial things.

“Keeeuh!”

As much as his eyes lit up, the fire that bloomed from his hand grew even bigger.

“Damn Mount Hua! I will definitely make you the greatest group of martial artists in the world!”

Or else there’s no place to let out his anger.

“Puaaaah!”

Chung Myung, who had refilled all the dug-out places and finally climbed back onto the ground, looked around with gleaming eyes.

“These guys, I’m suffering like a dog, and they’re peacefully sleeping or….”

Huh?

They’re not sleeping?

Chung Myung tilted his head and shook off the dirt.

He could feel urgent movements all over Mount Hua. Everyone was sleeping when he came here, so why suddenly…

“Search everywhere around here!”

“The elders are already searching down the mountain, so we just need to look around here. There might be a thief hiding, so search thoroughly! Thoroughly!”

“⋯⋯.”

Chung Myung chuckled at the voice coming from afar.

‘They figured it out fast.’

Well, it’s no wonder they’re very upset since the cauldron disappeared.

What ordinary cauldron is it? It’s a cauldron made of ten-thousand-year-old black iron that they wouldn’t trade for the same amount of gold.

They didn’t sell it because they had to make Violet Elixir next time, but they sold it…

“No! Damn it!”

Chung Myung got angry as he realized something.

Then does that mean I have to do this again to make Violet Elixir next time?

“Just kill me, you guys!”

Why couldn’t I think of that? Damn it!

Chung Myung sighed deeply and turned his body powerlessly. What could he do? The situation had already turned out like this. It’s not like there’s anything else he could do even if he knew in advance.

“⋯⋯I can’t do this.”

And he began to walk slowly out of Mount Hua. Anyway, he had done everything he needed to do, so he should come back up tomorrow morning.

‘Still, if I’m suffering like a dog, you guys should suffer together.’

Seeing that sight made him feel a little better.

Chung Myung, who was walking slowly and calmly, was just about to go over the wall of Mount Hua when.

“Who’s there!”

“Oh?”

Chung Myung turned his head sharply.

‘He found me?’

He should praise whoever it is…

Huh?

Chung Myung’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw the face of the person revealed under the moonlight.

‘Uncle Baek Sang?’

He couldn’t help but be amazed.

If it were the Baek Sang of the past, he wouldn’t have noticed Chung Myung’s presence even if he walked in front of him.

But thanks to taking the Violet Elixir, Baek Sang, who hadn’t even paid attention, had detected Chung Myung’s presence.

“Hoo. I should praise you for finding me….”

“It’s here! Here! There’s a thief here!”

“⋯⋯.”

No, that guy’s personality is so impatient.

Hey, you! Huh?

If we meet like this, we should, uh? Set the mood a bit, uh?

Ha. That’s why these days kids are no good. Back in my day, there was romance! Romance!

But romance or whatever, the moment Baek Sang shouted, disciples wielding swords began to rush in like a pack of dogs from all over Mount Hua. Then, in an instant, they surrounded Chung Myung.

“Oh? Quick response too?”

And a fierce energy?

He felt a strange pride.

‘Keeeuh. I raised them this far.’

Now, even without Chung Myung, they were ready to easily beat most other groups.

If they were to fight those Jongnam guys again right now, wouldn’t they be able to defeat them completely?

Chung Myung looked at the disciples of Mount Hua with a face full of feelings and coughed a little.

Yeah. It wouldn’t be bad to make them feel more confident at this point.

“Hmm. The energy of the disciples of Mount Hua is what I expected….”

“What’s that thief saying?”

“He’s talking nonsense? The thief is talking nonsense?”

“Do you think this situation is a joke? You won’t understand what’s happening until your head is swollen and a plum blossom is stuck in your head, will you?”

“⋯⋯.”

Uh⋯⋯.

You guys, uh⋯⋯. Uh⋯⋯.

Hahaha.

‘Sect Leader-hyung.’

I think I know why hyung told me to keep my mouth shut.

They’re not even bad guys.

It’s fun when I do it, but it’s very annoying when others do it.

Chung Myung clenched his fists, trying to hold back his anger. It was bubbling up inside him like hot soup.

“No, wait… I…” he started to say.

“Should we chop off an arm?” one of the disciples yelled. His voice was rough.

“Then he’ll run away. A leg, then. Let’s cut off one of his legs.”

“I’ve been sharpening my sword, perfect timing. Does this bastard even know where Mount Hua is? If Chung Myung were here, he wouldn’t be alive right now, you hear me, you lucky bastard. You should know that.”

Chung Myung cleared his throat softly. ‘Are they complimenting me? Or are they insulting me?’

“I’m not feeling my best today, so I should leave. The disciples of Mount Hua… ….”

“No. Is that bastard messing with us right now?”

“He’ll learn his lesson after a beating.”

“Hey, hey. Come here. Come here. Don’t cry, come here.”

Seriously, what’s with these guys?

A vein popped on Chung Myung’s forehead.

‘Do these bastards even know who I am?’ Ah, they mustn’t know. Anyway, right in front of me?

“Let go when I’m saying it nicely. Unless you want to die.”

“Oh, please. He says we’re going to die, everyone.”

“Tsk tsk tsk. I think he’s got some mental issues at that point, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t bully the poor guy, just beat him up quickly.”

Crack.

Chung Myung clenched his fist tightly.

‘Ah, it is my fault. I failed to teach these bastards humility.’

It is indeed a busy situation, but how can I be called a senior if I neglect to teach my juniors? Even if I’m busy… ….

Crack. Crack.

Chung Myung cracked his neck in a scary way.

‘I can at least knock some sense into their heads before I leave.’ Then they’ll become a bit more humble, right?

“Alright. So you’re saying let’s fight, is that it?”

“What do you mean fight, you idiot. You’re dead.”

“Ha… … Haha. Alright.”

Someone’s going to die.

Chung Myung rolled his eyes.

It won’t be me, though!

It was the moment Chung Myung was about to rush at them like a thunderbolt.

“Step aside.”

Everyone stopped and turned around at the voice from behind.

“It’s the martial uncle!”

“Senior Brother Baek Cheon!”

“Senior Brother is here!”

They looked like children who had found their father in the middle of a fight. Then, they suddenly gave Chung Myung a pitiful look.

‘Ah. So this is how it feels.’ Usually, that pitiful look went that way, not this way.

Martial Uncle Baek Cheon. You’ve suffered a lot. I’ll go easy on you today.

Baek Cheon walked forward slowly, Jo Gul, Yoon Jong, and Yu Yiseol following close behind. The torchlight flickered on his face, making shadows dance around his half-closed eyes. He spoke in a calm voice, but you could hear the tiredness in it.

“How dare you cause trouble at our training grounds, in the middle of the night! Mount Hua is not a place for outsiders to just wander around… to just wander around…”

Baek Cheon tilted his head.

‘What is it?’

Something feels off.

No. He’s definitely dressed as a thief. That black night outfit, that black mask… ….

“Th- that… … That?”

Where have I seen that guy so much, that guy?

No! That crazy bastard!

Is he now resorting to robbing Mount Hua?

Seriously, is he insane?

Baek Cheon saw it was Chung Myung right away. He was shocked and stepped back.

“Martial Uncle? No, why… … What, what is that bastard!”

As Jo Gul was about to say something in shock, Yoon Jong quickly covered his mouth.

“He’s not acting like a normal person.” Yu Yiseol’s low voice was speaking for their hearts.

‘No. Why is that bastard there?’ ‘Is he really crazy? I thought it was peaceful because I hadn’t seen him for a few days. What is he thinking, showing up like that?’ ‘Is that bastard a thief?’

… …Then we should tell him to steal and go.

That’s the cheaper option. Rather than fighting that bastard, it’s better to just give everything and pray he uses it for good.

Baek Cheon rolled his eyes. While they were used to that sight, it seemed the other disciples hadn’t yet noticed Chung Myung’s identity.

‘Why isn’t he leaving, that bastard!’ With Chung Myung’s abilities, escaping from here was nothing. So why was he holding out like that?

Oh, you damned Primal Celestial Lord!

Please, just do enough! Just enough! What do you want me to do in this situation?

Baek Cheon, who had been deep in agony, quickly composed himself.

“Th-that… Thief! No, wait… Thief, sir… Oh, I can’t even say it right!”

“Yes? Senior Brother… …?”

“Ah, no… ….”

The gazes of the other bewildered disciples were not important.

Baek Cheon desperately gestured to Chung Myung.

‘Go!’

‘Huh?’

‘Go, you bastard! Go quickly!’

‘What are you saying?’

The telepathy didn’t work.

‘I’m doomed.’

Baek Cheon groaned in deep despair.

Yoon Jong quickly approached him.

‘What should we do?’

‘What can I do! Why is that bastard doing that?’

‘Is it only a day or two that that bastard has been doing crazy things? Let’s create a situation for now.’

Yoon Jong quickly finished his calculations.

The best solution now is to create an excuse for Chung Myung to escape.

“I’ll handle him!”

Yoon Jong drew his sword sharply.

‘I just need to swing my sword once, big enough to look like I’m fighting, so he can run away. He’s not a clueless guy, so he’ll run away on his own.’

Yoon Jong, having made up his mind, rushed forward without delay.

“Taaaah! Prepare yourself, you… … No! You villainous beast!”

Even as he rushed in, he was diligently gesturing to Chung Myung.

‘Okay, Chung Myung. When I swing my sword, block it and fly away far… ….’

But unfortunately, his gaze did not reach Chung Myung.

Suddenly, something was coming closer to his face. Then, it blackened the world and gradually grew larger.

Yoon Jong, realizing that it was Chung Myung’s fist flying right at his nose, smiled contentedly in that fleeting moment.

‘You son of a bitch.’

Wham!

“Aaaaargh!”

Yoon Jong was sent flying back at twice the speed he had charged in. He flew far away and then crashed to the ground, twitching.

The masked man, Chung Myung, shouted.

“Where do you think you’re swinging a sword? You want to die!”

Baek Cheon, who had watched all the spectacle, glanced up at the sky.

Ha… … The sky is so damn clear. It’s enough to make me cry.

“Hahaha. Then I’ll be on my way. Continue to strive, disciples of Mount Hua. Hahahahahaha!”

The masked man burst into wild laughter and flew away.

“Cha- chase him!”

“Catch him!”

The disciples of Mount Hua, who had not yet grasped the situation, hurriedly chased after him.

Baek Cheon smiled faintly, as if he had emptied everything out.

‘I wish he would just die.’ Or I’d rather die. Damn it.