Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 892

A man hurried along.

He walked fast, not to show off, but because he seemed in a hurry. People who saw him quickly turned pale and bowed their heads.

The reason was simple.

He was Ho Gamyeong, the strategist of the Tyrant, Jang Il-so.

Officially, in the Wicked Group, Ho Gamyeong was not even in the top ten leaders.

However, everyone in the Wicked Group knew Ho Gamyeong’s real power put him in the top ten.

Ho Gamyeong’s face was cold. When he got to Jang Il-so’s house, the guards quickly bowed.

But then, Ho Gamyeong, who had been walking so fast, suddenly stopped. It was like he wasn’t in a hurry anymore.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the bowing guards.

“Come here,” he said.

“Yes! Strategist!”

The guards hurried to Ho Gamyeong.

“Isn’t it the rule of the Wicked Group?” Ho Gamyeong asked. “Everyone entering the Faction Leader’s house must be searched?”

“Y-yes, it is.”

The guards were now pale and nodded quickly.

“Then why aren’t you searching me?”

“H-how could we dare…?”

“Dare?”

Ho Gamyeong’s question made the guards’ faces turn blue.

“What if I killed Ho Gamyeong and pretended to be him, like a spy? Could you handle what would happen then?”

“C-Strategist.”

“Search me.”

Without another word, he gave the order. The guards, looking scared, began to search Ho Gamyeong. Their hands trembled as they checked his clothes and even his face to make sure he wasn’t wearing a disguise.

“No problems found,” they said.

As the guards stepped back, Ho Gamyeong stared at them without showing any emotion.

The guards were sweating and trembling, looking as nervous as criminals waiting for their sentence.

“I’ll let it pass this time,” Ho Gamyeong said.

“Thank…”

“But if it happens again…”

Ho Gamyeong’s sharp eyes looked right through them.

“You’ll wish you were dead.”

“W-we will remember that!”

“The only person you should be loyal to is the Faction Leader. As the Faction Leader’s guards, you don’t need to be polite to anyone else in the Wicked Group, not even me.”

“……”

“Remember that.”

“Yes!”

Finally, Ho Gamyeong turned and walked into the house.

The guards felt like they had just escaped a tiger. Their legs felt weak.

Bang!

Ho Gamyeong opened the door and looked around the room carefully.

He looked at everything for a few moments, then nodded and walked to the bed in the center of the room.

His face, which had been as cold as ice, now relaxed a little.

“Faction Leader.”

“……”

“Faction Leader, please stop coughing. It’s already morning.”

“……”

“Faction Leader!”

“Ugh.”

Jang Il-so, who was lying on the bed, moved.

“You have to cough it up!” Ho Gamyeong said.

“Speak… speak quietly… My head is killing me,” Jang Il-so groaned, pulling the silk blanket over his head.

Ho Gamyeong couldn’t call him weak, but he sighed deeply.

“You need to get up.”

“……An hour.”

“Sorry?”

“Come back in an hour. Just one more hour… Let me sleep just one more hour.”

“Faction Leader!”

Jang Il-so didn’t get up, so Ho Gamyeong grabbed the blanket and pulled it off him.

“Get up!”

“Ugh…”

Finally, Jang Il-so gave up and slowly sat up. His hair was messy, and his shoulders drooped. It was hard to believe this was the same Tyrant from yesterday.

“Gamyeong… My head is killing me,” he said.

“Well, why did you drink so much?” Ho Gamyeong asked.

“……That rat-faced guy drank a whole barrel of alcohol without even a blink, so what could I do? I couldn’t lose to him, could I?”

“Why did you learn martial arts? You could have used your inner energy to get rid of the alcohol!”

“Aah… Speak softly. My head is throbbing,” Jang Il-so groaned again.

“You’re usually so smart, but you’re so foolish at times like this. If I had used my inner energy while drinking, that guy would have thought I was better than him at martial arts.”

“……Then.”

“But,” Jang Il-so chuckled.

“Now he can’t say I’m not the stronger drinker! He passed out first! Hee hee hee. You should have seen his face before he fell over!”

Ho Gamyeong rubbed his temples.

His head ached. It wasn’t a joke; his head really ached. His blood pressure felt high.

“……Okay, at least use your energy now. You’ve already proven you’re the stronger drinker, so you don’t need to have a headache.”

“Not yet.”

“Yes?”

Jang Il-so clicked his tongue and waved his hand. A servant girl, who had been waiting, ran over and gave him honeyed water.

Jang Il-so drank the honeyed water and shook his head.

“I have to see Hwang Se-ak again today. I need to look sick for him.”

“……Because of that unimportant man?”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Gamyeong, Gamyeong. Why are you saying such obvious things? You never know what might happen. There might be a time when that unimportant man decides what happens to me.”

“……”

Ho Gamyeong was about to say something, but he stopped. Jang Il-so’s face had changed.

“You regret not doing what you could do, not what you couldn’t do. So, you should do what you can as soon as possible.”

Ho Gamyeong sighed.

He was right. But how easy was it to live by that rule?

Even though he was now powerful and didn’t need to care about small people, Jang Il-so was still the same as when he was the leader of the Myriad Man Manor.

Because of this, Jang Il-so’s daily life was hard. Ho Gamyeong was worried, but he also knew that Jang Il-so was able to control the Wicked Group because of this attitude.

“Even so, you need to take care of your health,” Ho Gamyeong said.

“Gamyeong, you’re becoming less flexible every day,” Jang Il-so said.

“Faction Leader.”

“Alright, alright,” Jang Il-so waved his hand, annoyed.

“Anyone would think I’m the weakest person in the world. Ugh.”

Ho Gamyeong sighed to himself as he listened to Jang Il-so grumble.

Weak? No one who hated the Wicked Faction would dare to call Jang Il-so that.

He had changed Jiangnan completely and united the four evil groups in just three years. It was wrong to think of him that way.

The fact that Hwang Se-ak had offered his loyalty showed that the Wicked Faction’s power was growing in both Jiangnan and Jiangbei.

“I have something to report,” Ho Gamyeong said.

“What is it?” Jang Il-so asked, sounding bored. He wanted to send Ho Gamyeong away and go back to sleep.

“Mount Hua has ended its…”

But as Ho Gamyeong spoke, Jang Il-so’s face changed. His pale face twisted, and he gave off a scary feeling that seemed to stop the heart.

“……Seclusion,” Jang Il-so said.

But the feeling disappeared quickly. It was as if Ho Gamyeong had imagined it.

But it wasn’t a mistake. Jang Il-so’s face was normal again, but the bored look was gone. There was a hint of madness in his eyes.

“Mount Hua?”

“Yes.”

“It took them long enough. It took them long enough. That damned guy,” Jang Il-so raised the corners of his lips.

Ho Gamyeong knew who Jang Il-so was talking about.

‘The Sword Saint of Mount Hua.’

He didn’t know why, but the only person who could make Jang Il-so act this way was the Sword Saint of Mount Hua.

“I was getting annoyed and was thinking of dragging him out myself…”

“It was lucky that the fool did what we expected,” Ho Gamyeong said.

“That’s right. That… that…”

Jang Il-so scratched his head.

“What was his name again? The name is…?”

“……Gal Cheon-rip. Ghostly Blade Gal Cheon-rip.”

“Ah. That’s right. That Gal Cheong-rip.”

“Gal Cheon-rip.”

“Let’s forget about the small things. He’s not important anyway,” Jang Il-so waved his hand, not wanting to remember the man’s name.

“Anyway, that Gal guy seems to have died in Shanxi. He probably didn’t do any real damage, right?”

“He was easily defeated,” Ho Gamyeong said.

“I knew it. They’re all idiots,” Jang Il-so smirked.

“Well, now everything is ready. All we have to do is wait for the right moment, right?”

He even looked happy.

Did anyone know that Jang Il-so had been waiting for Mount Hua to return more than anyone else?

“Good!”

Jang Il-so jumped up from his seat.

At the same time, white steam came from his body, like boiling water. He had quickly used his inner energy to get rid of the alcohol in his body.

“Clothes!”

“Yes, Faction Leader!”

The servant girls rushed over and began to dress Jang Il-so. He frowned, annoyed that they were taking so long to put on his accessories.

“Alright, alright, move aside,” he said.

He pushed the servant girls away and began to put rings on his hands himself.

Ho Gamyeong swallowed hard.

He knew that the name Mount Hua would affect Jang Il-so, but he didn’t expect him to react so strongly.

But at the same time, Ho Gamyeong felt excited. Three years. The promised three years were almost over.

This meant that the world would soon be in chaos again, because of Jang Il-so.

“Cancel everything I have planned,” Jang Il-so said.

“……What are you planning to do?” Ho Gamyeong asked.

“If the rice is ready, you have to eat it. Before it gets burnt from waiting too long,” Jang Il-so smiled, twisting his red lips.

“There’s a place I need to visit.”

Ho Gamyeong’s heart sank when he saw that evil smile. He knew what happened when Jang Il-so smiled like that.

It wasn’t a smile of enjoying the work he was about to do.

It was the smile he wore when risking his own life.

“It’s time to get the last card in my hand. I’m curious. Will I get this card, or will I die trying? Hahahahahahahahahaha!”

Jang Il-so laughed madly, opened the door, and stepped out. He didn’t even blink in the bright sunlight, staring at the sun in the sky.

He smiled, showing his teeth, as the sunlight seemed to blind him.

“Better to die than not get it,” he said.

He reached out and pretended to grab the sun, then laughed loudly and walked forward with big steps.

The black snake, full of madness and poison, had finally woken up and started to move.