Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 895

Even the moon hid behind the clouds, making the night very dark. A shadow moved slowly toward the Silver Merchant Guild’s warehouse.

He looked around carefully, staying in the shadows so people wouldn’t see him.

He was very skilled in martial arts. Even the guild’s well-trained warriors could not see him. They walked past him without noticing.

He waited in the darkness until the warriors had passed. Then, he carefully went to the warehouse. He looked at the large lock on the door, his eyes glittering like ice.

Creak.

The man carefully put his finger on the lock. He stayed still for a moment. Then, he took out a thin wire from his pocket and bent it.

He put the wire into the keyhole.

Click.

The lock opened easily.

He carefully removed the lock and looked around again. He adjusted his mask and secretly went inside the warehouse.

Scritch. Scritch.

The only sound was the soft scratching of cloth under his feet as he moved. The cloth was laid on the floor to protect the goods.

He quietly closed the door and looked around the warehouse with sharp eyes. It was full of valuable items. But he didn’t search carelessly. He seemed to know exactly what he was looking for.

He closed his eyes in the middle of the warehouse, as if he couldn’t find what he wanted by sight.

Flash.

A flash of light, like lightning, burst from his eyes.

‘There.’

He walked straight to a box in the coolest, most hidden place. He gently tapped the box with the back of his hand.

Thud. Thud.

The corners of his lips turned up inside the mask.

‘This is it.’

He carefully unwrapped the cloth covering the box. When the box was fully visible, he grabbed the lid that was nailed down tightly and pulled hard.

Crack. Crack.

Just as the lid was completely torn off…

Bang!

The warehouse door burst open, and a group of warriors rushed inside.

“Freeze!”

The person opening the lid jumped and turned around. His eyes looked wild through the mask.

“Oh, no!”

He moved his hands faster than he thought. As soon as he knew there was a problem, he grabbed what was in the box and jumped away.

“Catch him!”

Several people with swords ran at him like lightning. But the man jumped up and tried to escape through the ceiling.

But then, a golden light flashed above his head.

“Oooooh!”

Hye-yeon jumped into the air and punched the masked man hard. The masked man tried to turn his body in the air, but Baek Cheon quickly drew his sword and sent sword energy at him.

“Kuk!”

The masked man’s eyes widened even more.

He could fight, but he knew more guards would come if he stayed. He needed to escape quickly.

Shlack!

He heard metal clashing below. Then, a large metal net flew up and covered him.

“Aaaaargh!”

The masked man fell to the ground, trapped in the net.

“Hold him tight!”

“Don’t let him get away!”

“Got him, you rascal!”

Yoon Jong and Jo Gul grabbed the ends of the net, holding him down. The man struggled for a moment, then glared at them with angry eyes.

“You…”

He gnashed his teeth. Baek Cheon walked up to him, looked down with cold eyes, and said,

“Take off his mask.”

“Yes, Martial Uncle.”

Jo Gul reached into the net and pulled off the mask. Everyone recognized the face.

“Kaaaak!”

The others sighed.

The masked man, Chung Myung, glared at Hye-yeon with angry eyes.

“That bald monk! Did you really hit me?”

“Amitabha. Sorry, I made a mistake.”

“A mistake? Are you going to kill someone with two mistakes? Mistake?”

“Ahem.”

Hye-yeon looked embarrassed and turned away. Baek Cheon helped him out.

“No matter how much…”

He frowned, not understanding. “Is it right to rob the guild’s warehouse just because you want to drink? You crazy bastard!”

Then, a white bottle rolled out of Chung Myung’s arms.

Yoon Jong quickly grabbed the bottle. Chung Myung’s eyes widened, and he shouted,

“I haven’t even tasted it yet!”

Baek Cheon shook his head. Then, he praised Tang Soso.

“The net works well, just like you said.”

“You have to use a net to catch beasts. A sword is useless.”

“Even if he’s crazy, he wouldn’t swing a sword at his fellow disciples, would he?”

“He was swinging it?”

“Let’s just say he’s a little out of his mind.”

Baek Cheon knelt in front of Chung Myung, looking at the others as if embarrassed.

“Please act like a human being, okay? Where do you think you are?”

“Then give me money!”

“I don’t have any money! I can’t go outside! I can’t drink! What am I supposed to do?”

“You’re a Taoist, Chung Myung.”

Taoists are supposed to focus on their training!

Baek Cheon’s head drooped as if he couldn’t say anything more.

Pop!

Yoon Jong opened the bottle of alcohol without thinking.

A clear, fragrant smell of alcohol filled the warehouse.

Gulp.

Baek Cheon swallowed hard without realizing it. He turned his head and saw Chung Myung’s eyes were bloodshot, and he was drooling.

“Th…”

The others couldn’t look away from the bottle.

Yoon Jong realized he had made a mistake and quickly closed the bottle.

A strange silence fell.

Jo Gul, the bravest in Hwasan, broke the silence.

“Well… Chung Myung has been working hard. Wouldn’t it be okay to have a bottle of alcohol?”

Chung Myung had only watched with his arms crossed, but no one mentioned it.

“That’s right. He’s been holding back for a long time. It’s strange if a tiger doesn’t go crazy when you tie it up and only give it grass instead of meat, right?” Tang Soso added.

“Hmm. But we haven’t comforted the souls of the victims yet…”

“Isn’t it normal to drink at funerals?”

Yoon Jong tried to object, but Jo Gul interrupted. He was speechless.

“Of course, we shouldn’t drink too much. But shouldn’t we be able to supervise one bottle?”

Baek Cheon was about to say it was absurd.

“We might end up drinking a glass while supervising.”

“Senior Sister?”

Baek Cheon looked at Yoo Iseol as if he had been hit. But she looked away.

“Martial Uncle!”

“Huh?”

Jo Gul said firmly, as if facing an enemy.

“Make a decision!”

“A wise decision!”

Baek Cheon’s eyes were fixed on the bottle of alcohol in Yoon Jong’s hand.

The people who really wanted alcohol were not Chung Myung, but them. Chung Myung must have found and drank the alcohol that Hwang Jongi had given him during training.

It would have been hard for Chung Myung to do that after leaving Hwasan, but they were the ones who had not had alcohol for the longest time.

‘Ah, no, but…’

Baek Cheon shook his head and tried to be patient and reasonable as the next sect leader. But the Five Swordsmen were all staring at him like fiery arrows.

‘You bastards.’

They had already made up their minds.

“Ahem.”

Baek Cheon cleared his throat and wiped his lips. His sleeve was a little wet.

“Then just one bottle…”

Then, everyone looked up at a small voice.

“Monk?”

Hye-yeon was already lifting the box that Chung Myung had torn open.

“O, one bottle…”

“Yes?”

Hye-yeon asked, his eyes shining.

“It’s nothing.”

Jo Gul and Yoon Jong went to Baek Cheon and whispered.

“Let’s get out of here secretly first.”

“Let’s drink outside the guild if we can. We might get caught on the way.”

“We have to erase the traces. For sure.”

“Ahem.”

Jo Gul and Yoon Jong were talking, Yoo Iseol was joining in, and Baek Cheon was clearing his throat as if he was innocent.

Chung Myung watched the scene and said weakly,

“Having fun, aren’t you?”

Get rid of the net, you bastards!

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Baek Cheon, Yoo Iseol, Yoon Jong, Jo Gul, Chung Myung, Tang Soso, and even Hye-yeon were sitting together.

If people in the Jianghu saw them, they would be amazed.

Chung Myung, the best swordsman of Hwasan, recognized by Jang Ilso, and Baek Cheon, the next leader of Hwasan, getting attention from the world. The Hwasan Five Swordsmen, better than the younger members of other sects, and Hye-yeon, the best talent of Shaolin.

They were the talents who would lead the Jianghu in the future. It would be impressive to see them together.

It was definitely impressive, but…

“Kaaaah!”

“Wow! This is so good!”

“Is it because it’s expensive alcohol? Or because I haven’t had alcohol in a long time?”

“One more glass.”

“Senior Sister! I’ll pour it for you!”

Baek Cheon watched Tang Soso excitedly fill Yoo Iseol’s glass.

‘Is this really okay?’

Stealing alcohol from someone else’s warehouse…

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

But he smiled.

He realized that Hye-yeon was drinking the bottle, not Chung Myung.

‘Let’s not think about it.’

But…

“Kheu!”

Oh. This alcohol is good. It really sticks to my mouth.

Baek Cheon took a sip of alcohol and looked at Chung Myung with a relaxed face.

Glug glug glug glug.

He’s drinking well.

Chung Myung was drinking as if he had been wandering in the desert and finally found water.

“Kheuheuheuheuheuh!”

Chung Myung pulled the empty bottle from his mouth.

Well, it made me think that there’s nothing special about happiness in life.

“Oh. I really thought I was going to die.”

“No one has ever died from not drinking alcohol.”

“I almost became the first one.”

“It doesn’t happen.”

I should just not say anything.

“More than that…”

Baek Cheon looked at Chung Myung seriously.

“What do you think will happen to you now?”

“Hmm? What are you talking about? We’re drinking.”

“The Four Evil Sects.”

Baek Cheon thought of them, and his face darkened.

“I heard that they are having a hard time. Do you think they can fix this?”

Chung Myung wiped his chin.

“Hmm.”

He quietly put the bottle down. He narrowed his eyes.