Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 384

“If it’s a ghost, isn’t it already dead?”

“Maybe it means killing it again?”

“It probably doesn’t mean anything.”

Yoon Jong and Jo Gul quickly agreed with Baek Cheon. They thought that was the most likely meaning.

“But isn’t it amazing? It really just looks like a ghost on the outside.”

“Even though it’s right in front of us, we can’t feel it.”

“Haha. It really is like a ghost.”

“Right. Something hazy is visible, but there’s no presence….”

Baek Cheon was laughing, but then his smile faded. His eyes narrowed, and his face became serious, like stone.

“Is it really a ghost?”

Then, the ghost began to ripple.

Soon, a scary wail started to come from it.

Chung Myung tilted his head.

“What’s it doing?”

“Looks like it’s pretending to be a ghost.”

“Playing around, just playing around.”

Chung Myung was so surprised that he chuckled.

“We’ll know if we cut it. I’ve never heard of a ghost bleeding when hit by a sword. If its head comes off, it’s a person; if not, it’s a ghost.”

The Mount Hua disciples shuddered at the strange way to check that they had never heard of before.

That guy is scarier than a ghost.

“So, then…”

Chung Myung rolled up his sleeves, showing his strong forearms with veins popping out. He looked ready for a fight.

“Are you going to be caught willingly? Or are you going to be caught after getting beaten?”

At that moment, a strange voice came from the hazy form that was moving slightly.

“Did they set a trap?”

“Oh? It speaks?”

Chung Myung’s eyes widened, and then he smiled.

“As you can see.”

“You little brats.”

The ghost started to ripple quickly, rocking back and forth, like a horse getting ready to charge.

Seeing this, Chung Myung made an angry face.

“If you run away now, you’re really gonna kick the bucket.”

“Hehehe. Catch me if you can.”

Whirrr!

In an instant, it flew quickly into the air, went through the ceiling, and disappeared.

“Oh!”

“Damn it!”

The Mount Hua disciples were very surprised and confused.

It moved so fast that they couldn’t see it anymore.

“It’s incredibly fast?”

“I couldn’t even see it.”

“I’ve never seen anything so fast.”

Everyone stared at the ceiling with a big hole.

“Wow.”

Chung Myung nodded, looking impressed.

“It’s damn fast.”

“But…”

“Yeah, but…”

Then, he asked seriously, as if he really wanted to know.

“Is it an idiot?”

“…”

“It must be fast, but it seems to have left its brain behind.”

Chung Myung didn’t even think about the ghost and turned to Jo Gul.

“Senior Brother.”

“Yeah?”

“Go get a shovel.”

“Alright!”

Chung Myung looked at the floorboards that the ghost had been digging up and grinned.

“So, there’s something here that it wanted, even if it meant pretending to be a ghost?”

Treasure, maybe?

It must be treasure!

Hee hee hee!

Scritch!

“Loo loo loo.”

Scritch!

“Hee hee hee!”

Chung Myung kept making silly noises as he shoveled dirt.

Well, it could happen.

When people are happy, they get excited even when working. If they are working to get something great, they will naturally do a happy dance.

No one complained about that.

However, the problem was that Chung Myung wasn’t the one shoveling.

“Chung Myung…”

“Yeah?”

“How far do we have to dig?”

Chung Myung frowned slightly at Jo Gul’s question.

“When we were building our pavilion last time, we dug for a while, right?”

“We did.”

“Since it didn’t come out even then, it means it’s at least below that. So, just dig. If you dig, it’ll come out!”

“…”

That guy isn’t digging himself.

Everyone glared at Chung Myung with angry eyes, but he just laughed.

“His movement skill was incredibly fast. Hee hee hee.”

At that level, it was definitely one of the top speeds in the martial world.

Of course, movement skill isn’t always the same as strength, but with that level of movement skill, one could make a lot of money if they wanted to.

“Even just being an amazing courier would make him rich. Delivery possible within ten days across the land! Just delivering things for high-ranking officials would be worth a fortune! Wow!”

An ordinary person probably couldn’t even imagine how much money he could make.

And that person was trying to get something under here, even if it meant pretending to be a ghost?

“Hehehehehe! It must be expensive! It must be incredibly expensive!”

Yoon Jong frowned as he watched him get excited about money.

“Uncle, isn’t he going a bit too far?”

“Are you going to stop him?”

“If I tell someone higher up…”

“Who is higher up here right now?”

“Elder Hyun Young…. I was not thinking clearly.”

The moment he ran to Hyun Young, the one human laughing would turn into two, and the nagging would be doubled.

It would be better to just work with Chung Myung.

“Don’t straighten your backs, you guys! Use the time you spend talking to shovel even once more!”

“…”

The Mount Hua disciples sighed, putting all their frustration into it, and then silently started shoveling again.

But they weren’t just unhappy.

The thoughts about treasure and getting rich that came from following Chung Myung were also making them very hopeful.

‘There’s definitely something here.’

‘It must be expensive?’

‘Rice and meat soup! Rice and meat soup!’

Hwayoung Gate was getting more money, but they hadn’t been getting as much food lately. If they found something big here, they could eat well again for a while!

“Dig. Let’s just dig for now and think about it later.”

“Yes!”

Everyone used their shovels like swords and dug down. The piles of dirt flew up quickly, like a small volcano.

The speed increased, as if they were competing.

“Ah! Don’t use shovel energy! It’s dangerous! It’s narrow here!”

“We need to hurry!”

“Which sect uses sword energy when shoveling!”

“Mount Hua does!”

Jo Gul and Yoon Jong were bickering while digging.

“How much further do we have to dig…?”

Thunk!

Everyone flinched.

The sound of the shovel hitting something.

Everyone turned to look.

“Did you find it?”

“Is it there?”

“Y-yes! There’s something here!”

“Out of the way!”

Right after Yoon Jong spoke, Chung Myung jumped into the hole. He grabbed the shovel from Yoon Jong’s hands. Chung Myung’s eyes were wide and bright with wild excitement.

“I will oversee this digging!”

“…What a load of rubbish.”

Baek Cheon muttered quietly, but Chung Myung didn’t seem to hear.

“Hee hee hee! Will a ghost appear, or a treasure? This is terribly exciting!”

Thwack!

Chung Myung started to stab the ground with the shovel. At first, his movements looked slow, but then dirt started flying everywhere. It was like a storm of dirt around him.

“Be a little gentle!”

“Ah, Senior Brother! Senior Brother!”

In an instant, the bottom of the pit was clear.

“A stone wall?”

“Wow. They buried a stone wall so deep. Amazing. It must have been incredibly difficult.”

“That means there must be something important there.”

The eyes of the Mount Hua disciples were filled with greed.

If the Supreme Old Lord had seen the disciples of the Taoist sect, all crazy for money, he would have been very angry.

But this was not the Immortal Realm, but the real world.

“But how do we open this? Is there a door at the bottom?”

“Why don’t we just break it?”

“Ehey. We can’t do that without knowing what’s inside. If it’s fragile, it could break easily. It’s better to find the door and open it!”

“Then let’s dig around the side. We have to be careful!”

Even before Chung Myung could say anything, they were arguing, trying to find a way to make money.

Chung Myung smiled, very pleased.

‘They’ve all grown up.’

Ah, yes, they’ve all grown up. Now everyone is a splendid thief… No, a Taoist.

Well, well! It’s only one letter difference anyway.

Baek Cheon, Jo Gul, and Yoon Jong began to dig around the wall with shovels, while Yu Yiseol brought a large brush and carefully brushed away the dirt.

‘This is… practically a bunch of grave robbers.’

Senior Brother.

Sect Leader, Senior Brother.

…Did I teach them too much?

– Hey, you little brat, you’re realizing that now…?

“Aaaah. Never mind, never mind.”

Chung Myung shook off the thought and grinned.

Whatever it looks like, it’s all good as long as we make money!

“Here it is!”

“It’s a door!”

“We found it! Chung Myung!”

At the sound of the cheering, Chung Myung’s eyes widened and he quickly walked over.

“Is it there?”

“Here!”

Indeed.

A large door leading into the stone wall was in front of Chung Myung.

“Oh. This might be bigger than I thought.”

“There seems to be something long below this. We’ve found something big!”

“Kya-ha-ha!”

“Maybe there’s something big like when we got the Honwon Pill last time!”

“Kya-ha-ha!”

Chung Myung laughed, holding his stomach. Then, he suddenly became serious and glared.

“No, no. Don’t be happy yet, we haven’t even opened it. Be happy after you’ve made money, not happy because you might make money. Let’s open it first!”

“Right!”

Just as Chung Myung grabbed the closed door…

“S-stop!”

A flustered voice came from above.

The disciples of Mount Hua looked up, confused.

“He’s back?”

“Looks like it?”

A blurry figure, like a ghost, appeared above them. It was shimmering and waving all the time, and it seemed very embarrassed.

“Why did that idiot run away scared if he was going to come back like that?”

“I know, right?”

Chung Myung smirked as he looked at the figure.

“Hey. If you’re a ghost, go away, and if you’re a person, go away. Unless you want to die.”

“Y-you dare!”

The ghost seemed very angry, and white energy spread out around it.

“I tried to be patient to avoid hurting you! You are really crossing the line! Don’t blame me for being cruel!”

The pale figure began to fall downwards very fast.

“Huh?”

“F-fast…”

But Chung Myung, unlike the others, picked up the shovel with a completely calm face.

“Dieee!”

Wham!

…

The world was silent.

Baek Cheon stared at what was happening.

The shovel that Chung Myung swung hit the white figure right in the middle as it fell.

It was as if the world had stopped moving for a moment.

Limp.

The figure flickered a few times, then fell to the floor.

But the beating wasn’t over.

“This guy, I’ve been watching you!”

Chung Myung rolled his eyes back and raised the shovel.

“I!”

Wham!

“If you’re a ghost, die!”

Wham!

“If you’re a person, you’re dead!”

Wham!

“Did I say so or not! You little punk!”

Chung Myung’s shovel began to dance.

“But this guy? Keeps attacking? Exorcism? This is exorcism, you little punk! Die! Dieee!”

Everyone who saw it closed their eyes.

This was something no one had ever seen before.

Exorcism with a shovel.

‘A ghost is being beaten to death with a shovel.’

‘At this point, I’d feel sorry for him even if he became an angry ghost.’

‘Poor thing.’

Each time the shovel hit, the white energy around the figure grew bigger, then smaller.

“Y-you! I’ll kill… Aaaah! Ack!”

Thwack!

“I can’t stop… You! My skills! Ah, there, the crotch! Ack! Hey, I said the crotch!”

“Die, you little punk!”

The ghost, which had been flickering as if it was fighting back, began to scream and beg before even fifteen minutes had passed.

“P-please save me! I’m not a ghost! I’m a person! Ack! Aaaah! Please save me!”

“Now this ghostly guy is trying to trick people! Amitabha! May you find peace!”

“I-I’m telling you, I’m not a ghost!”

“Then die!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaah! Please save meeeeeee!”

Dawn began to break in the distance. And from far away, mournful screams continued to echo, louder and louder.

Whether a person or a ghost, meeting someone cruel never ends well.