Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 335

Bam!

Chung Myung slammed the door and yelled.

“Waiteeer!”

“Yeeeees!”

The confident voice was met with a lively response.

“I’ll be right theeeeerreeeeeee!”

The Waiter’s eyes flashed as he ran to the entrance.

There was a reason for such a warm welcome. The large establishment was deserted, with only flies flying around.

‘How long has it been since there was a guest?’

Those who had flocked to Seongsan Mountain rushed out after the Murim Competition, and fewer and fewer people came to Nakyang as well. Of course, as the crowd dispersed, the establishment was packed, but now that everyone has gone, there appear to be fewer customers than usual.

“Rice! No! Room!”

“Yes! Looking for a room? Are you staying alone?”

“No.”

Chung Myung peeked back and made a chin gesture.

“All of them.”

“……hiik?”

The Waiter let out a happy scream. Approximately fifty people rushed towards the establishment.

The Waiter quickly said, almost as if to pierce the top of his head.

“Yes! I’ll get the room ready right away.”

“Wait.”

“Yes?”

“That cart.”

What Chung Myung pointed to was a cart that followed the group

‘It’s fine if it’s just a cart!’

The Waiter nodded tactfully and lit up his eyes.

“Yes! I will put the cart in the stable…….”

“Don’t talk about the stable. The room where that cart will stay.”

“…Yes?”

“The room where the cart will stay. No, the room for the cart!”

The Waiter hesitated for a moment as if he heard something wrong, tilted his head and asked.

“Uh, you mean…You mean you’ll put the cart in a room?”

Then Chung Myung grinned.

“Of course, that cart is more important than people.”

“…….”

It was the Waiter who thought he had received some strange people.

“Mount Hua?”

“Are they really the Mount Hua Sect?”

“Oh…….”

The people working in the establishment and the occasional guests glanced at Mount Hua’s disciples.

In the past, no people recognized them even if they were wearing black uniforms with distinctive plum prints. But now, even if they don’t have to say anything, many people recognize Mount Hua Sect and look at them in awe.

“Look at that imposing figure!”

“Oh, that gaze full of passion.”

“Really, it’s Mount Hua Sect who achieved the best results in the Murim Competition, beating out the Ten Great Sect and the Great Five Family.”

“Is that great physique the secret to excellent swordsmanship?”

When they went, they were treated as a bandit, but when they came, they were treated like great swordsmen.

That’s why so many people struggle to gain fame. Even if the behavior and appearance are the same, the evaluation will change depending on the person’s position.

People frown if the person begging on the roadside is an ordinary beggar, but if he is the Sect Leader of the Beggar Union, they will instead give an admiring glance.

It’s just…

‘Oh my gosh.’

‘Why do they keep looking at us?’

‘It bothers me, I’m going crazy.’

Unfortunately, Mount Hua’s disciples didn’t enjoy the pouring stares.

Chung Myung, who came down after meticulously on the cart, crumpled his face when he saw other disciples stuck in a corner where people’s eyes were not touching as much as possible.

“What are you doing?”

“……No…….”

Baek Chun faltered and said.

“I’m not used to something……. I’ve never received such a gaze before.”

“You fought well in front of so many people in Shaolin.”

“It’s on the stage.”

Baek Chun scratched the back of his head.

“I feel awkward just looking at other people because I’m used to being stuck in the mountains, but I can’t do anything because they’re staring at us.”

“……of all things.”

Chung Myung clicked his tongue as if it were pathetic.

But still, it was quite understandable.

Now they have gained fame and can stretch their head, but not long ago, Mount Hua was a small sect in Shaanxi.

Therefore, it was understandable that people’s eyes so burdened them. It’s not even a normal gaze. It’s a sparkly gaze.

Chung Myung smiled and turned his head to look at every one.

There was a mixture of awkwardness and a subtly triumphant expression on their face.

‘You need to get used to it.’

When one gains fame, attention naturally follows.

No one paid attention to Mount Hua before the competition, but now the world will pay attention to every move of them. This kind of look is nothing.

‘Come to think of it, it used to be incredible.’

In the past, when Chung Myung left Shaanxi with the Sahyung and went to another place, everyone who knew Kangho would come to see them.

But.

Chung Myung was famous as the Three Great Swords Warrior at that time. How many times in one’s lifetime will they have a chance to see the master of sword, which is said to be only three in the world?

“Tsk tsk tsk tsk. This level should be taken for granted. It’s because people aren’t that shy!”

Chung Myung shouted, sticking his stomach out.

But the bluff didn’t last very long.

“Is he Mount Hua Divine Dragon?”

“He’s the runner-up at the competition. They say it as if he was winning the competition.”

“I heard it too. There was even a saying that he was the closest to the strongest person in the world of the future generations. Indeed! Perhaps that’s why his atmosphere is extraordinary.”

“…….”

Chung Myung’s shoulders began to rise subtly.

“Ke- Keuhum.”

Coughing loudly, Chung Myung looked solemn again.

“In my days….”

“Isn’t Shaolin’s Hye Yeon a talent that comes out only once in hundreds of years? I heard he has mastered some of those difficult Seventy-Two Unique Martia Art. But that Mount Hua Divine Dragon unilaterally pushed Hye Yeon.”

“That’s right, that’s right. Considering the difference between Mount Hua and Shaolin, isn’t that Mount Hua Divine Dragon who should be said as a talent that only appears once in hundreds of years?”

“…hehe.”

Chung Myung eventually couldn’t hold back and scratched his head with a grin.

The face of Baek Chun’s group rotted away at the sight.

“All right.”

“That one, that one. If someone gives him sweets, he’ll follow without question.”

“…… so weak at compliments.”

“Fool.”

Chung Myung coughed heavily at the fierce criticism pouring in.

‘No, what do you want me to do about a good thing?’

“Here’s the food you ordered!”

Chung Myung turned his head. The Waiter was running out with plates all over their hands and arms.

“We came quite quickly to Nakyang.”

“…yes.”

“……get a grip, Sect Leader.”

“Ughh.”

Hyun Jong wrapped his head in agony.

“What the hell are you doing this for?”

“No……. Nothing.”

Hyun Jong shook his head with tearful eyes. It is too late to go back to Shaolin even if he says the existence of Zaha Divine Sword.

More than that…

‘Would they take my side?’

Hyun Jong looked at the Elders standing in front of him with strange eyes. Maybe Hyun Sang will take his side secretly if he confides in all the facts. But Hyun Young will go on a rampage because an old man who chases the past is blocking the children’s way.

‘Rather than seeing it…….’

Hyun Jong shook his head.

In fact, the regret remains terribly. But his decision as the Sect Leader of Mount Hua was almost as good as already decided. As Chung Myung said. No Divine Object or Noble Object is more important than Mount Hua’s disciples. They should not send the disciples to that dangerous North Sea to just get a sword.

It was not possible as a Sect Leader of Mount Hua. Even if he dies in the future and meets the ancestors and makes them feel guilty.

“That’s true, it can’t be helped but still…….”

“Yes?”

“No…….No.”

Hyun Jong shook his head violently and opened his mouth as if trying to shake off his thoughts.

“What about the kids?”

“They seem a little tired, but still holding out. But I don’t know what’s going to happen on our way back to Mount Hua, so I think it’s better to hurry up.”

Hyun Jong nodded at Hyun Sang’s words.

Most accidents occur in this situation. Now that they’ve achieved good results, they’re bound to be lazy, and at times like this, they’re at risk of doing something they don’t usually do…….

“You worry about everything.”

Then Hyun Young said sternly.

“Don’t keep treating our disciples like a child. What kind of people are they?”

Hyun Young smiled at Hyun Young’s words.

Hyun Young has a firm belief in the disciples. Didn’t he even sometimes believe in the disciples more than the Sect Leader did?

“Above all else, would Chung Myung be looking at them? As long as there’s Chung Myung among them, the person who causes an accident will have to be prepared to be chained and dragged to Mount Hua.”

‘Ah…….’

It was not that he trusts the kids.

What was a little sad was that Hyun Jong sympathized with what Hyun Young said.

“There will be a lot of work to do when we get back to Mount Hua. So don’t worry about that now and look further away. Isn’t that what Sect Leader should do?”

Hyun Jong responded with a smile.

“Yes, and it’s your job to help me.”

“Of course, Sect Leader.”

The Elder looked at each other and laughed.

They know.

Now is not the time to celebrate. And even if that time comes, it will not be the Elder here who will celebrate.

Nevertheless, they could not hide their joy and pride.

“Let’s go to bed early today. I’ll have to work hard again from tomorrow.”

“Yes, Sect Leader. Then be on your guard.”

Hyun Sang and Hyun Young bowed and left Sect Leader’s room.

‘That’s a good expression.’

Hyun Jong, who was left alone, smiled quietly.

Seeing them smile with such a comfortable face, he really felt that Mount Hua had changed from the past.

‘It hasn’t hit me yet.’

At times, Hyun Jong felt like he was floating in the air.

Everything that was happening right now was still like a dream.

‘I’m glad that child came.’

But it’s not good to get too deep in thought. Hyun Jong got up to clean up his bedroom.

But then.

“Hm?”

Hyun Jong looked toward the door and frowned slightly.

“Come on in.”

Creak.

At his words, the door opened carefully and someone came in.

“What’s the matter?”

“……Sect Leader.”

Yoo Iseol.

It was an unexpected guest. She looked at Hyun Jong with a face that could not be guessed at all.

Hyun Jong looked at her for a moment and then a thought crossed his mind.

‘Ah!’

Then he exclaimed in a small voice.

“Now that I think about it, it’s a close call.”

Then Yoo Iseol nodded slowly.

“…Yes. That’s right. Looking back, it must have been a long time since you stopped by. I’m sorry. I should’ve paid attention to it as a Sect Leader.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“I see.”

Hyun Jong nodded slowly and spoke quietly.

“Go ahead, but don’t be too late. Tomorrow we’ll leave first, so join us before we get to Mount Hua.”

“…Yes, of course.”

Yoo Iseol bowed slightly and went out quietly.

Hyun Jong’s gaze sank heavily.

“Hum.”

After pacing around the room for a while, he eventually shook off his seat and left the room slowly.

Creak.

It’s still dark in the morning.

Yoo Iseol, who was ready, came out of the establishment. The cool dawn air penetrated her lungs.

It was the moment when Yoo Iseol glanced back and tried to speed up her steps.

“Are you ready?”

Yoo Iseol stopped at the sudden voice.

“……Yoon Jong?”

Yoon Jong, Jo Gol, and Tang Soso came out first and waited for her.

When Yoo Iseol gave him a suspicious look, Yoon Jong smiled lightly.

“Sect Leader told me to escort Sago. Well, escort is half an excuse, and I’m just saying let’s get along together.”

“…….”

“Would it be difficult? I won’t go if Sago doesn’t really want us to.”

Yoo Iseol stared at both silently. And she looked up at the still dark sky.

“It’s okay.”

“…Sago?”

“Because you’re not a stranger.”

Her gaze suddenly reached out to Yoon Jong again.

Yoon Jong and Jo Gol smiled pleasedly.

“Sago! I’m coming, too!”

“……she didn’t ask you to go with him.”

“Me too! Me too!”

“Yes, follow me.”

“Yes!”

Tang Soso smiled broadly and clenched her fists.

Looking at it, Yoo Iseol asked in a flat voice.

“Then can we go now?”

“No, wait a minute…….”

Just then, the establishment door swung open, and Baek Chun, with a big frown, dragged someone out by the back of his collar.

“Listen to me and stop drinking! You damn thing! Stop drinking! When did you ever drink like this?”

“……ummm.”

“Whatever!”

In the end, Baek Chun couldn’t stand it and lifted Chung Myung, throwing him in front of Yoo Iseol.

She reflexively slapped the fast-falling Chung Myung and laid him gently on the ground.

“We must take him with us. What is Sect Leader thinking?”

“…….”

Yoo Iseol stared at the gathered people and smiled lightly.

“I’m going.”

“Gol! Carry him!”

“… I’d rather carry a cow on my back.”

“Just carry him on your back.”

“Ugh.”

Jo Gol picked up Chung Myung and carried him on his back. Then he sighs with a distorted face.

“So how far are we going?”

No one is asking why they had to go. It’s not like Hyun Jong has told them in advance, but it’s as if everyone had promised.

“Mountain.”

“…mountain?”

“Yes, not far.”

Baek Chun nodded his head.

“Then let’s go. We’ll see when we go.”

“Yes.”

With Yoo Iseol in the lead, Mount Hua’s disciples started running through the darkness.