Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 431
It’s burning red.
As red as the red sun rises and again.
The round jewel became red…….
“Ugh.”
Hye Yeon, who had his round head dyed red, frowned.
‘What kind of internal strength does he have…….’
He was confident that his internal strength alone was second to none compared to his peers. And this confidence was by no means unfounded arrogance… In fact, his hometown essay is Shaolin that has never come down from the top position in the world.
Now standing next to him, Mount Hua’s disciple seemed more relaxed than Hye Yeon, despite infusing this huge amount of internal strength.
‘Was the internal strength of Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong Dojang so strong?’
If they haven’t eaten ginseng from some place, how can they explain this internal strength on earth?
Besides…
“That bastard, that! Where’d you eat porridge? Why can you only exert this much energy?!”
“……You told him to just eat the grass.”
“Of course I’d feed grass to a monk. Should I feed him meat?
“… That’s not what I meant.”
The corners of Hye Yeon’s eyes were wet at the conversation coming from behind. Of course, even that was quickly blown away by the furnace’s heat.
‘A demon-like man.’
If the Buddha truly oversees the world, why would he leave that demon like that?
‘No, this is not a matter for the Buddha. Isn’t that man a Taoist?’
‘What the hell is the ancestor doing only keeping an eye on this? They should’ve come down with a thunderbolt or something to solve it! Solve it!’
“Hey, hey! Look at you thinking about something else again!”
Flinch.
Hye Yeon quickly focused on infusing his internal strength.
“In the old days, Shaolin guys were so focused that once they entered meditation, they wouldn’t know even if a bird built a nest in their head! Nowadays Shaolin, hm!”
“How can a bird build a nest there when they have a smooth head? You have to say something that makes sense.”
“In the old days, even birds had guts!”
“……crazy.”
Listening to the conversation, Hye Yeon closed his eyes tightly.
Isn’t that really strange? He hated Baek Chun, who stood next to him and beat him up, more than Chung Myung, who openly persecuted and bullied people.
Kwaaa!
Hye Yeon opened his eyes and stared at the furnace with a frown. The scorching heat suffocated him.
‘How much longer do I have to do this?’
It’s already been two days since he started the fire without sleeping. Everyone is exhausted now, no matter who they are…….
“Wow! This is a great drink!”
“…….”
‘Oh, I hate it. I really hate it.’
Chung Myung flipped the bottle upside down and drank it all. He pushed the last drop into his mouth, stretched his hand to the side, and frowned.
“Nothing?”
The table next to him was empty before he knew it.
Chung Myung, who was looking around, laughed as he watched Tang Gun-ak.
“Tang Gaju-nim, we’re out of alcohol.”
“……Hey.”
Tang Gun-ak openly frowned.
“Others are helping now, is that what you’re supposed to do?”
“Huh? What?”
“…….”
At Chung Myung’s question, Tang Gun-ak lowered his gaze instead.
When he saw Chung Myung half lying down in a big, comfortable chair and waving the bottle, he couldn’t help but burst.
No, the chair is fine.
But he couldn’t stand the bottles lying all over the floor.
“Hey, Mount Hua Divine Dragon!”
“What?”
Eventually, he stiffened his face and spoke with dignity.
“I have no intention of pointing out your work. But isn’t this too much? The Elders of the Tang Family, Mount Hua’s disciples, and Monk Hye Yeon of Shaolin suffer. Do you really need to drink in front of them?”
“Oh…?”
Chung Myung immediately gloomily bowed his head. Tang Gun-ak, who was slightly softened at sight, said.
“Drink as much as you want when we’re done with your work. I can’t allow alcohol here anymore as a member of the Tang Family.”
“I understand what you mean.”
Chung Myung shook his head as if he had understood.
Tang Gun-ak thought his response was a bit unexpected.
‘He’s surprisingly obedient?’
This guy may be weaker than expected for someone who is strong…
But it was that moment.
“Apyong!”
“Yeeees! Sword Warrior Eldeeer!”
“…….”
Tang Gun-ak’s eyebrows twitched greatly.
Tang Jo-pyong, who was watching the workshop inside, had been sprinting almost on all fours at Chung Myung’s call.
“Did you call me?”
Chung Myung pointed his chin at the bottles and tables lying on the floor.
“Get rid of all this.”
“Yes? What do you mean?”
“Gaju says it’s not polite to have a drinking party here. I made a mistake.”
At that moment, Tang Jo-pyong’s head turned to Tang Gun-ak as if the neck was twisted.
Flinch.
In that gaze, Tang Gun-ak crumpled his neck like a turtle.
“Gre- Great Grandfather. That’s not it…….”
“You puuuuunk.”
“…….”
Tang Jo-pyong squinted at the bubble with his eyes wide open.
“What kind of person do you think this person is! How dare youuu!”
“…….”
‘No, if you’re not sane, you don’t even know who the Tang Gaju is. Why do you believe Chung Myung’s words this time?’
‘Why do you keep losing half your mind?’
“This guy! Oh? This person! Plum Blossoms! Plum Blossoms Sword Saint! He is Mount Hua’s first sword that the hordes of Magyo tremble against, and personally, he is like your great-grandfather’s brother! What? Alcohol? You said what about alcohol?”
“…tha- that’s not what I said, Great Grandfather…….”
“Can’t you just shut up!”
Tang Gun-ak’s eyes were clouded with tears.
‘Sad.’
‘This is too sad.’
“How dare you talk about alcohol to this man! This man deserves a drink even in the Great Hall of Shaolin!”
Hye Yeon, who was suffering inside Tang Jo-pyong’s workshop, turned his head in surprise.
‘No, Elder. Shouldn’t you consider Shaolin’s opinion?’
Regrettably, he couldn’t speak because he had to keep infusing internal strength.
The praise for Plum Blossom Sword Saint by Tang Jo-pyong never ended.
“He’s the hero of Heaven who has cut that evil Magyo countless times!”
“Hehehehe.”
“The Heaven Sword! Huh? Heaven’s Best! Heaven’s Beeeest!”
“Hehehehehe!”
“And he’s the biggest guest of the Sichuan Tang Family, but what? Even your great-grandfather didn’t dare say such a thing to him! The laws of the family are going backward! Do I really have to whip you to make you come to your senses?”
“Kyakya! Kyakyakyakyak!”
Chung Myung laughed and laughed. A thousand fires lit up in Tang Gun-ak’s heart when he saw it.
‘No, why do you like it? Why!’
Then Tang Jo-pyong shouted with bloodshot eyes.
“Answer me!”
“Fo- Forgive me.”
“Can’t you see the wine table isn’t properly filled right now?”
Chung Myung, who was lying on the chair again, hinted at him.
“Shaoxing Wine, too.”
“Yes, Shaoxing Wine!”
“Sweet Bamboo Leaf Chengdu.”
“Yes, Bamboo Leaf! Ei. No! Bring all the alcohol you have! All kinds of things!”
As Tang Gun-ak hesitated, Tang Jo-pyong glared.
“Why? Should I go to get it myself?”
“N- No, Great Grandfather! I’ll bring the alcohol right away!”
“Run!”
“Yes!”
When Tang Gun-ak was about to run, the frightened Tang Pae and Tang Zhan blocked his way.
“Fa- Father. We’ll go instead!”
“Father just stay here, stay here!”
As the two rushed, Tang Gun-ak threw his eyes at the distant sky seen out of the workshop.
‘How did I make this mistake….?’
‘I should’ve stopped that bastard when he said he’d impersonate Plum Blossom Sword Saint. Why would I allow this to happen to me?’
Whether or not he is aware of Tang Gun-ak’s thoughts, Chung Myung asks Tang Jo-pyong.
“So, is it still a long way off?”
“It’s almost done.”
“What’s taking so long?”
“It would have been over if we were just melting it. But I need more than that to make a proper Hancheol ingot. Now that it is in the final stages, we will need Sword Warrior Elder to help us again.”
“Huh? Me?”
“Yes. In the end, we had to raise the firepower.”
“Ugh.”
Chung Myung raises his body up with a groan.
“Right, it’s better to finish early. Let’s go.”
Then he strode toward the furnace.
“Sasuk! Sago!”
“Got it!”
Baek Chun and Yoo Iseol quickly followed behind him.
“Everyone, come out!”
When Chung Myung shouted, Hye Yeon, Jo-Gol, and Yoon Jong gasped and stepped back.
Chung Myung took a deep breath and grabbed the handle.
Yoo Iseol and Baek Chun grabbed the handle and began injecting their internal strength. Tang Jo-pyong is back in front of the fire.
“Please infuse it as far as you can! Let the furnace burn to the ground!”
“Eurachaa!”
Chung Myung’s internal strength began to flood in. Baek Chun and Yoo Iseol responded, assisted, and pushed their internal strength even more.
Tang Gun-ak exclaimed.
‘Chung Myung Dojang is as expected, but other disciples of Mount Hua also have tremendous internal strength.’
He gasped and asked Yoon Jong, who was walking out of the workshop.
“Do all of Mount Hua’s disciples this strong?”
Yoon Jong glanced back briefly and shook his head.
“No, everyone has a strong internal strength, but…… it’s usually a small one.”
“Just a little bit.”
Tang Gun-ak turned his head slightly and looked toward Tang So-so. At the entrance to the workshop, she and Baek Sang were snooping inside.
The two had a weaker internal strength than the other disciples, so they could not participate in heating the furnace.
‘Right, that’s normal.’
No. That’s not even normal. So-so’s original internal strength was not lower than that of her peers, and after her joining Mount Hua, she had higher internal strength than in the past.
Nevertheless, to think there is such a difference…….
“It looks like the pill worked well.”
“Did you know?”
“I’m the head of the Tang Family. How can I not know what you did all the way to Yunnan?”
Yoon Jong scratched his head awkwardly.
And that attitude made Tang Gun-ak happy.
‘He doesn’t even glance at So-so.’
If Tang Gaju knew what they were trying to hide, they would generally suspect Tang So-so. But even after hearing this, they had no doubts about Tang So-so.
‘It’s a good place.’
He could see why So-so was so hung up on Mount Hua.
“If …….”
It was that moment.
Kureureung!
A huge noise erupted from the workshop. As he looked at it in surprise, a white flame from the furnace was soaring up the chimney.
“…I don’t know anything, really.”
The roof began to burn with heat.
In the workshop, the voice of Tang Jo-pyong, who was very excited, burst out.
“Bring me the frame!”
“Yes!”
The members of the Tang Family rushed to carry the frame. And they carefully put it down in front of the furnace at the instruction of Tang Jo-pyong.
“Put it closer, you punks!”
“Yes!”
Tang Jo-Pyong’s eyes were filled almost with only madness.
“Get out of my way!”
Scraping among the many iron rod, he took a long iron rod and started stabbing the lower part of the furnace.
“The Hancheol is coming out!”
Kung! Kung! Kung! Kung!
After hitting the bottom of the furnace several times, a hole in the lower part of the furnace was drilled, and metal, which was close to a white color, began to flow out.
“Keuk!”
“Oh my gosh!”
Each of the members of the Tang Family burst into admiration.
Flames erupted from the molten iron. It was as if a river of flames flowed along the long frame. It was so hot that their faces were burning even though they had stepped back at least three jang. (One Zhang or Jang = 3,3 meters.)
Geuguk! Geugeuguk!
Tang Jo-pyong, who had scraped off the last molten iron, threw the iron rod aside and shouted.
“It’s done!”
Chung Myung, who released his hand from the handle, sprinted out. And he glanced at the white iron filling the long frame emitting heat.
Somehow, just looking at it made him feel purified.
“Do we just have to cool it down now?”
“Yes, Sword Warrior Elder. Since it is set in the frame, one Hancheol ingot is complete once it cools down. Then we can strike it and shape it into a sword.”
“Hmm. It’s not as much as I thought. I don’t think we can make a lot of swords with this.”
“No, if you make a sword with only Hancheol, it won’t turn out as good as you think. I have my own secret. Mukcheol and Hundred Refined Steel (백련정강(百鍊精鋼) This is one grade below Hancheol). And I’m going to stack up Magnetic Iron (자철(磁鐵)) from Yunnan. Besides, Mount Hua’s sword is thinner than a regular sword. There will be a lot.”
“Oh, really?”
Chung Myung smiled as if that was enough.
‘I was worried, but he’s a better craftsman than I thought.’
“Oh! It’s already cooling down?”
Suddenly, Tang Gun-ak, who was watching while entering the workshop, was amazed at how the edge of the frame was cooling down. He had never seen such a large amount of Hancheol in his life.
“Oh my gosh, such a clear silver color.”
When they cool down the iron from the furnace, it’s usually black and rough. It is common to strike and grind the iron to make it clean, but this Everlasting Metal looked as clear and clean as snow from the moment it cooled down.
“This is the real Everlasting Metal. It’s only an Everlasting Metal in name if it’s not melted properly and thoroughly.”
Tang Jo-pyong speaks with strength on his shoulders.
“Hancheol, which has been properly melted and cast, is literally as it names Hancheol (한철(寒鐵)/ Cold Iron), and it emits cold energy. That’s why it cools so fast.”
“Indeed…, you’re amazing, Great Grandfather.”
“It’s nothing.”
Tang Jo-pyong waved his hand lightly.
But Chung Myung tilted his head as if he didn’t understand something.
“But…….”
“Yes.”
“Why did you make this so long? As you say, it takes only Hancheol which is smaller than a fist to make a sword, but what will you do by making it this long?”
“We can cut it.”
“…… It looks thicker than my forearm, how can I cut that? It’s already cold, right?”
“Hahaha. What kind of joke are you making?”
“Huh?”
When Chung Myung still didn’t understand and asked back, Tang Jo-pyong giggled as if he was listening to the funniest thing in the world.
“Hancheol is the best iron, but isn’t this still just an iron? The iron that didn’t yet been put to work is like clay.”
“…….”
“Now, as I said, you can cut them off one by one. I’ll show you the exact length.”
“…….”
The corner of Chung Myung’s eyes twitched.
‘Cut?’
‘What?’
‘Hancheol?’
The other day, he almost wrecked his back when he was cutting that thin Hancheol, and now this old man wants him to cut something thicker than someone’s forearm?
Tang Jo-pyong, without knowing Chung Myung’s true feelings, excitedly picked up a brush and began to draw a line over the Everlasting Metal.
Chwak. Chwak. Chwak. Chwak. Chwak. Chwak Chwak Chwak!
“…….”
He drew a line with a finger’s length interval on top of the Everlasting Metal with the length of five men lying down.
“Now! Sword Warrior Elder, you can cut it like this.”
“… me?”
“Of course.”
“I’m not Plum Blossom Sword Saint.”
“Hahaha. You’re joking too much. Please get started. Then I’ll get ready to make Hancheol Sword.”
“… I’m telling you.”
“Hahahahaha. You’ve become interesting. You’re so funny.”
‘No, you punk!’
‘I’m not kidding, I’m not Plum Blossom Sword Saint!’
‘…… It’s driving me crazy.’
Heaven’s net spread is sparse but lets nothing pass-through.
Eventually, karma was bound to come back.