Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 283
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
“Kaaah!”
Chung Myung poured alcohol into his mouth and smiled as if he were in Heaven.
“That’s it! That’s it!”
It felt like the alcohol was sticking to his mouth when he drank it.
There was no way to get alcohol because Shaolin is also a temple. As a result, he craved alcohol, but Wei Lishan subtly brought ten bottles of alcohol as a gift.
“Keuh, that’s why you have to get along well with people.”
Chung Myung, of course, is not someone who cannot live without alcohol.
But aren’t all people this way?
They don’t necessarily seek out alcohol whenever they can, but
‘You can’t drink here.’
When people hear such things, it is natural for them to become desperate.
‘Huh?’
‘Am I the only one who feels this way?’
‘No way.’
Chung Myung grinned as he ripped the jerky into his mouth. There is only one unfortunate aspect……
“The food is a bit poor.”
He’s in the midst of his growth phase, so he needs to eat well and grow up properly, but he can’t believe he’s drinking with this piece of jerky.
If Sahyung in Heaven had seen him, he would have wept with sorrow.
If the Sahyung in Heaven heard it, Chung Myung made them consider a double curse.
“Tsk. I can’t help it. Living as I am… huh?”
Chung Myung leans back, lifts the bottle, and shakes it off.
“……none?”
He shifted his gaze to the bottles piled up in one corner.
“One, two, three……. Nine. Nine?”
Then he opened the last one.
The wine has been served.
As he grabbed the bottle, his hand shook.
‘What if I don’t have any alcohol?’
It isn’t working.
It is not yet sufficient.
Chung Myung groaned as he shook an empty bottle of liquor.
“I wish I could drink just one more bottle.”
How should he proceed?
Chung Myung cocked his head and looked out the window. It’s a small window for a man to escape through, but it’s not difficult for him to do so.
He can sneak away and go to town……
– Never! Never, ever have an accident during these two days! Never!
Hyun Jong’s sincere voice echoed in his head, making him flinch.
“Ughh.”
Chung Myung, who had been in agony, finally shook his head.
‘I’ve also lost my temper a lot.’
If it had been him in the past, whether at the request of the Sect Leader or otherwise, he would have jumped out and had a drink.
‘Ah, so that’s why Jangmun Sahyung would (appear to) have a seizure whenever he heard anything about alcohol.’
‘Well, I’m sorry. Cheon Mun Sahyung.’
– Hey, you stubborn punk! You practice Taoism!
‘Where do wild beasts wailing? I’m hearing nonsense.’
“Hmm.”
Chung Myung smacked his lips as he coughed softly.
“It’s a shame.”
Because there has already been one incident, it is difficult to disregard the Sect Leader’s words and proceed down the mountain.
Chung Myung sighed and exited the building.
“They not here?”
Baek Chun’s group used to guard Chung Myung’s house.
However, no one was seen now, possibly because Huayin Sect disciples arrived and caused chaos, or because they were embarrassed to be seen watching Chung Myung in front of subsidiary sect disciples.
‘There is no such thing as a kitchen here.’
Even if there is, since it is a temple kitchen, will he have to search for a hundred days before finding alcohol?
‘Hmm.’
His eyes brightened as he scratched his cheek.
“No, no, no. There’s no guarantee that Huayin Munju-nim only brought my liquor. Maybe he brought some too for Sect Leader or the Elders.”
Chung Myung smiled and continued on his way.
Huayin Munju’s house is undoubtedly over there……
“What?”
His steps slowed.
A man dressed in Mount Hua’s black uniform was hurrying out the yard window.
“Huh?”
Chung Myung grasped the window frame, his eyes gleaming.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is why I can’t take my gaze away from you. You’ll cause an accident if I take my eyes off the road for a second.”
Chung Myung leapt out the window without making a sound. And, with his hands behind his back, he began walking slowly towards the location where someone had just run.
***
Hwiing.
The sword pierces the air.
Sweat beaded down his brow, and despite his legs trembling, Baek Sang continued to swing his sword.
His hand was squeezing his sword hard and bleeding, but it didn’t stop.
‘It’s all my fault.’
It was a situation in which they were almost finished with a high achievement that the subsidiary sects could brag about to the rest of the world. However, because he was defeated, they missed the opportunity to spread the name of Mount Hua throughout the world.
What’s more upsetting to him is that he won’t be able to contribute to Mount Hua’s efforts from now on.
Only him.
Udeuk.
The blood was dripping down from the bitten bottom lip.
‘Why am I always like this?’
Of course he is aware.
That he is becoming stronger.
He is defeating prestigious disciples with whom he has never previously dealt. It was unfathomable for Baek Sang, who was frozen just looking at the disciples of the Southern Edge Sect.
Nonetheless, his impatience is not diminished by the third-class disciples who have raced ahead of him at such a rapid pace.
Jo Gol and Yoon Jong.
Baek Sang is aware. He is no longer in charge of the second-class disciples. Yoo Iseol has already advanced to the point where he can no longer catch up, and some of Chung Myung’s second-class disciples have already surpassed him.
Except for Yoon jong and Jo Gol, those who could outrun him began to emerge among the third-class disciples.
Strength is a relative concept.
People who outperform him within the sect have begun to pour in, so how can he comfort him by clinging to the fact that he is getting stronger?
What he had repeatedly ignored and turned away has now come to fruition. He couldn’t ignore the situation any longer.
Kkuuk.
Power entered his grip on the sword. Excruciating pain rushed through his hand, but Baek Sang did not let up, instead pushing even harder as if to break the handle.
‘It happened because I was stupid and weak.’
He didn’t have a lofty ambition.
He had a mountain called Baek Chun that he could never cross before Chung Myung appeared.
His only wish was to help Baek Chun and make Mount Hua a better sect.
It’s really that simple……
Baek Sang’s sword came to rest.
He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky as he slowly lowered his sword.
A large moon in the clear night sky looked down on him.
‘Do you think I’m unsuitable for Mount Hua?’
He does not believe this because he has lost.
In fact, he hasn’t thought about it in a long time.
Mount Hua was once a sect led by him and Baek Chun. But he’s too slow compared to Mount Hua’s rapid change since Chung Myung appeared.
As a result, he found it difficult to keep up with the growth rate. Even though he did not display it outside.
But…….
He has no choice but to think if he comes all the way here.
‘Perhaps I’m bothering others?’
Could it be that the incompetent disciple obstructs the path for those who can sit down and grow more?
Baek Sang kept his gaze fixed on the moon in the sky.
‘It’s very bright.’
He didn’t want to see the sun.
Because it is owned by someone else. He desired to be in a moon-like position, looking out into the darkness, while the bright sun lit the world and went to rest.
Even the stars, let alone the moon, felt overwhelming to him right now.
What is he supposed to do in the future?
“Eucha.”
Then he heard a small voice behind his back.
Baek Sang returned the voice’s gaze.
“Huh?”
There was a face he had never seen before.
Baek Sang frowned slightly as he observed Chung Myung stumbling along.
“…How did you know I’m here?”
“It’s weird not to know when you’re going out like that.”
“It’s been a while since I came out.”
“It took me a while to get down to town.”
“What?”
‘Town?’
‘Why are you there?’
Chung Myung took something out of the bundle and threw it at Baek Sang.
Tok.
Baek Sang accepted Chung Myung’s throw reflexively.
Soon after seeing the white bottle in his hand, Baek Sang opened his eyes wide.
“…alcohol?”
“How about a drink?”
Baek Sang sighed quietly as he saw Chung Myung smiling. And he took a look around once.
‘Is this okay?’
This is Seongsan Mountain.
A place where the world’s martial artists are regarded as a sacred place.
No matter how far they were from Shaolin’s gate, drinking alcohol at Seongsan Mountain was way beyond Baek Sang’s values.
But…….
“Aren’t you going to drink?”
“I-I will!”
Sometimes it wouldn’t hurt to have a deviation like this.
Baek Sang carefully opened the bottle and smelled the aroma that came out.
“Ugh.”
It must be a poison that pokes the nose.
“I was thinking about buying a good one, but I thought this would suit me better today.”
“…….”
‘You’re unnecessarily delicate.’
Baek Sang took the bottle to his mouth in silence.
Gulp. Gulp.
“Kaah!”
His throat felt like it was on fire as the drink passed. But now he doesn’t hate that feeling.
“Kikikik.”
Chung Myung laughed as he watched Baek Sang drink and started drinking from the bottle himself.
Glug, glug.
“Keuh! This is why I live.”
He grinned and rummaged through his belongings again. Soon, a roast duck spread in front of Baek Sang.
Baek Sang shook his head.
‘Alcohol and meat in Seongsan Mountain.’
It was unthinkable.
Nevertheless, the reason why he doesn’t get up is that he doesn’t feel that strange.
Because of him.
Baek Sang narrowed his eyes and looked at Chung Myung.
One day, he suddenly fell on Mount Hua and turned the whole thing upside down.
Baek Sang drank again without saying a word.
There was no word between the two for a while. Only the sound of drinking alcohol and the sound of grass bugs spread quietly in Seongsan Mountain.
Chung Myung opened his mouth first.
“Right.”
“Huh?”
“Are you feeling better?”
“…….”
Baek Sang looked silently at the night sky.
“There are times when you lose in life. What are you so upset about? And he’s the one who we can’t win now. No matter who stepped up…….”
“No, it’s not like that.”
Baek Sang cuts off Chung Myung.
Chung Myung looked at him with unfamiliar eyes.
No urges, no questioning.
He just waits for Baek Sang to let his mind go.
“That’s just how sparring is. If I meet someone stronger than me, my skills will inevitably drop to some extent. I was prepared for that from the beginning.”
“Um.”
“That’s not why I’m feeling stuffy right now. Because at one point, I felt that the other people in Mount Hua were running at a different speed than me.”
Chung Myung looks at Baek Sang silently.
“I knew it. That my talent for the sword isn’t that great. And now I know one more thing. The reason I was able to be stronger than the others was just because I spent more time training than them.”
Baek Sang’s voice was so calm. Maybe it’s because he’s talking about a thought he’s been thinking about for a long time.
“That’s why I’m scared. I’m afraid that everyone will get ahead of me. No, it would be nice if I could follow even at the very end… I’m afraid I’ll even miss those who lead in the end. I’m afraid I’ll end up being a nuisance to Mount Hua, as the people who’ve gone ahead get far enough out of my sight.”
After a sip of the drink, Baek Sang sighed and grumbled.
“Of course, it must be difficult for you to understand.”
“Uh. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“…I should not talk to you.”
Baek Sang took a deep breath.
It won’t be easy for Chung Myung to understand his mind. Chung Myung lives in a different world than Baek Chun and Jo Gol, who seem to be all united with talent.
A rabbit cannot understand the heart of a flying phoenix. The Phoenix can also not understand the rabbit’s mind running on the ground.
Baek Sang thought there was such a big gap between Chung Myung and himself.
“So, you’re saying it’s a problem because Sasuk lacks talent?”
“……not necessarily…….”
Baek Sang hesitated for a moment, then sighed in succession.
“I don’t know, Chung Myung. Mount Hua found its way. You made them find the way. But I…….”
“Oh, that’s enough.”
Chung Myung cut off Baek Sang’s word with a single word.
“You’re obviously trying to be pathetic, aren’t you? I hate that kind of thing.”
Baek Sang glared at Chung Myung.
A scumbag-like bastard.
Sasuk is talking like this.
“Instead.”
Chung Myung smiles.
“Do you want me to tell you a story?”
“…Story?”
“Yes, an old story. Once upon a time, there was a person who was like Sasuk.”
Chung Myung’s eyes sank lonely.
Baek Sang unknowingly shut his mouth to the expression of Chung Myung, which he rarely did.
‘What the hell is this guy…….’
What does he hold and what does he think?
Power entered his hand, holding the bottle.