Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 432

“Right, people should live truthfully.”

“He has been deceiving others, and now he has succumbed to his own scheme.”

“Serve him right.”

Chung Myung, who had held himself back as if unable to hear the murmuring voice, eventually raised his upper body and threw a pillow.

“Argh! Get out!”

But the pillow he threw couldn’t fly as far as it used to and landed weakly on the floor.

Those who stood at the door watching him laughed, as if rubbing salt in his wound.

“Powerless. Powerless.”

“It’s like he is dying.”

“Aigoo. Our Chung Myung is all old. Ah, isn’t he now called Plum Blossom Sword Saint? Kekek. He’s all old…….”

“No, this guy goes so crazy and destroys the up and down!”

Pook!

Yoon Jong hit Jo-Gol’s chin like a storm. Jo-Gol, who was unexpectedly beaten and dropped on the floor, sprang up with an expression of injustice.

“No. Why are you hitting me!”

“How dare you say that he’s old when you put the name Plum Blossom Sword Saint in your mouth! You’re gonna kill him in frying oil!”

“……Oh, right.”

Chung Myung, who was watching Sahyung’s act, murmured as he laid back helplessly.

“I’d rather die than suffer.”

‘I’m the Plum Blossoms Sword Saint, you bastards! I am!’

‘No, I shouldn’t say I’m Plum Blossoms Sword Saint. I should’ve just talked to him until we could’ve done it right.’

‘Why am I acting as myself and being treated like this. Like this…’

“Ughh.”

Chung Myung pulled the blanket up to his neck and trembled. His whole body ached and he felt a chill.

“…I thought I was going to die.”

“Well then, why did you play tricks.”

“Do I do that for my own pleasure! Huh? Did I take the fun of it?”

Chung Myung was lying on his back and gleamed in his eyes. But the disciples were not frightened at all. On the contrary, they were even more all smiles.

After all, a tiger is supposed to be teased when its claws fall off, isn’t it?

However, their enjoyment quickly ended. Sadly, the toothless tiger had a scary guardian.

“Don’t bother the patient and get out!”

“Well.”

“Too bad.”

“I’d like to do a little more…….”

“Right now! Get out!”

Tang So-so shouted and glared.

“…….”

Then Baek Chun and the rest of the disciples stepped away from the door with a sullen faces. So-so, the Sajil, is not scary, but So-so, as a doctor, is frightening.

“Lay down straight, Sahyung.”

“Ugh.”

Chung Myung lay down right away, and Tang So-so carefully put a cool towel on his forehead.

“Tell me, why the hell did you do that?”

“No, it’s just that Apyeong keeps saying……!”

Cholpudok!

“…….”

The second wet towel was slapped hard on Chung Myung’s face.

“Why would you dare to do that to the Tang Family’s Elder.”

“……Yes, to persuade the Tang Family’s Elder …….”

“Tsk.”

Tang So-so, clicked her tongue briefly and removed the wet towel from Chung Myung’s face.

“The muscles are amazing. Even if it’s Sahyung, it’s weird that it’s fine after cutting off so much of Hancheol.”

Then another buzzing voice came from the door.

“He should’ve used Sword Art!”

“Right, Sword Art! You told me that we should use Sword Art! Looks who’s talking!”

“Get out!”

Tang So-so shook her fist and shouted, and the rest of the disciples snapped and ran away.

“Anyway, seriously!”

‘These people can’t act befitting their ages! Their age!’

She shakes her head and looks at Chung Myung.

“Anyway, how are you now?”

“…my right arm won’t move.”

“It’s gonna move, that.”

Tang So-so clicked her tongue.

If his arms move after he cuts that much of Everlasting Metal, it’s wrong.

‘He’s not really a person.’

Either way, it’s great that he’s able to do it.

Tang Jo-pyong also thought there was Plum Blossom Sword Saint, so he took out a very long chunk of it at once, but if they were just casting it relying on the Tang Family alone, they would not have dreamed of it.

If they divide the molten iron and pour it separately, the probability of the molten iron splattering increases, and the probability of injury to a person increases tremendously.

Therefore, in the end, it could be seen that the craftsmen of the Tang Family became a little safer because of Chung Myung.

‘So, obviously, I have to thank you.’

‘Why are you so pathetic… … . Why are you…’

It was also great that the person who made hundreds of pieces of such Everlasting Metal looked pathetic.

“Muscles are muscles, but you must stay still for a while because you’re exhausted from using your internal strength too much. Got it?”

“…yes.”

When Chung Myung answered meekly, Tang So-so rose from her seat. But instead of going outside, she walked slowly toward the corner of the room.

A little perplexed, Chung Myung rolled his eyes.

“Uh……… That…….”

Soon after, Tang So-so searched all over the back of the small corner, found an armful of liquor bottles, hugged them, and stared at Chung Myung.

“I’ll just pour it in your face!”

“…….”

“Get some rest!”

When she finally went outside, the atmosphere became silent. Chung Myung stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.

“Aigoo, my fate.”

He was suffering and couldn’t drink alcohol.

‘Chun Mun Sahyung.’

‘Do I have to live like this? Huh?’

– What are you talking about?

“…….”

‘I think he’s gotten a little cold lately.’

‘Is it just me?’

* * *

The next afternoon.

“Ughh, Even if I rest, it feels like it’s not my body.”

‘Aigoo, this is why old people die.…. No. I’m young, right?’

Chung Myung frowned, patting his waist, and headed to the workshop.

Maybe because he was overworked, he took a full day off and kept on exercising, but his usual body didn’t return. However, he could not just lie in the room.

Making an Everlasting Iron sword is a big opportunity for Mount Hua in the future. He couldn’t let such a thing go its own way.

“Just make it roughly. I’m going to root out the pillars of the Tang Family!”

With his eyes lit, he headed for Tang Jo-pyong’s workshop. And he laughed loudly because he was dumbfounded.

“Look at this! Look at this! It’s been a day and they haven’t even started!”

‘They’re so lazy, so damn lazy!’

‘There’s no hammer sound, not even a sign of activity..’

‘Oh my gosh!’

‘There aren’t even people!’

“Huh?”

‘……why aren’t people there? That can’t be right.’

Chung Myung, who was looking around the workshop, caught passing by.

“Excuse me.”

“Oh! Mount Hua Divine Dragon, Chung Myung Dojang!”

“I have a question, where are all the people here?”

“Ah, this is a workshop for smelting ingots, and quenching is done elsewhere. Go straight over there and go behind the large Pavilion.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you.”

Chung Myung bowed politely and wobbled diligently toward the large Pavilion.

As he approached the large Pavilion, the welcome sound grew louder.

Ttaang! Ttaang! Ttaang!

“Right! The hammer sounds good!”

Ttaang! Ttaang! Ttaang!

“…I love the sound of the hammer.”

Something was buzzing louder and louder. It is good that people who work are noisy because it means they have energy, but the problem was that the contents were not serious at all.

“Catch!”

“Damn it, don’t miss it!”

“More! More! More! What are you doing! I’ve heated it up! Hit it more!”

“Why don’t you hit it right?”

“…….”

Chung Myung tilted his head and headed behind the Pavilion.

‘What’s all this fuss about making a sword…….’

“Oh my god?”

Chung Myung’s eyes are wide open.

It was a big workshop.

The main gate of the workshop, which was incomparable to Jo-pyong’s workshop, was wide open, and the craftsmen of the Tang Family were hammering down all the red-hot metal balls.

‘How many people are there?’

‘One, two, uh……. 10? 20?’

Many people were sweating profusely with hammers their size in front of the charcoal furnace.

Chiiik!

The person who took out the heated Hancheol and held it with tongs screamed.

“Hit!”

Ttaang! Ttaang!

In an instant, hammers were struck in a chain, and sparks bounced in all directions.

“What kind of bastard has a lump of iron so hard!”

“Damn it, and why is it cooling down so fast!”

“I hit it more than ten times, but why doesn’t it bend!”

And from the mouths of the craftsmen of the Tang Family, almost evil voices erupted.

“Uh…….”

Seeing the scene, Chung Myung stealthily shut up.

‘Uh… I mean, this…….’

‘It’s a little different from what I thought…….’

“Kereureuk.”

“You man of no will! What did you do to collapse! Shift now!”

“Yes!”

One of the people who had been hammering endlessly ended up falling back.

The problem was that people around him didn’t react to the collapsed one. The waiting man filled the spot when the fallen craftsmen were dragged out.

“Damn it, it’s cold! Heat it up again!”

“…, when do I have to hit this? I’ve been hitting it for half a day, but it’s not even half bent.”

“Did you think it was so easy to deal with Hancheol? I’m thinking of hitting it seven days and nights!”

“Se- Seven days…….”

‘Seven days?’

There is a person who gives up in half a day. But Seven days?

At that time, a person walked out of the workshop and looked around.

It was Tang Jo-pyong.

He clicked his tongue with his hands behind his back and groaned as if displeased.

“Eiiing! Why do you work like you didn’t get to eat anything even though you’ve been eating all the expensive food! How often did you strike it only to have it bent like this? In the past, your fathers were hammering for three days and nights, while having a drinking party!”

“…….”

‘No, that means he’s drinking and fainting.’

‘That’s not how you interpret it.’

“Keu- Keuruk….”

“Salt! Bring salt here! He’s dehydrated!”

“He sweated too much!”

Chung Myung’s eyes trembled as if there had been an earthquake.

‘A battlefield?’

‘What’s all this fuss about for just making a sword?’

“You’re here?”

Chung Myung turned his head to the voice he heard. Other Mount Hua’s disciples were approaching with tired faces like Chung Myung.

Chung Myung asked.

“Since when has it been like that?”

“Because it was before sunrise, from the very dawn?”

It’s well over half a day now that the sun is high.

“But what’s wrong with that?”

Chung Myung pointed to the iron ingot being beaten by the hammer. It had been beaten for more than half a day, but the end of the Hancheol ingot had just become blunt.

“It’s so hard that it won’t bend.”

“So what do they do?”

“……I hear they’re hitting it until it’s bent. For a full week, I think?”

“…….”

Chung Myung opened his mouth wide.

‘They’re making no sense?’

‘Huh?’

If we’re talking about the Tang Family, shouldn’t it be like clack clack! and ssak ssak ssak! and then Voila! it’s done. Who would have thought they will torture people and let them raw hit it till it’s done like this.

‘I should have known the essence of the Tang Family since I saw Tang Bo.’

Here, too, there are ignorant scumbags.

Then Tang Jo-pyong, who discovered Chung Myung, rushed out.

“Sword Saint Elder! You’re here?”

“Ye- Yes.”

“Don’t worry. It’s going very well.”

“…I don’t think so.”

“Hahaha. It’s faster than I thought.”

“…I think the concept of time is a little off.”

Chung Myung stared blankly at Tang Jo-pyong and asked.

“So how long does it take to finish it?”

“It doesn’t take long.”

“… … It doesn’t seem to be progressing?”

“They will get used to it as they do it.”

Chung Myung opened his mouth to express his dissatisfaction at the soulless response. But before that, Tang Jo-pyong said firmly.

“These children are Craftsmen of the Tang Family, too.”

“…….”

“The situation in which we can directly deal with Hancheol does not come easily. It sounds a little silly, but that method is the best way to understand Hancheol. Don’t worry, I’ll make it in my own way when the training is over.”

The eyes of the old man seemed to be those of a craftsman who had supported the Tang Family for a lifetime.

Looking into his eyes, the world famous Chung Myung could no longer refute.

“More than that!”

Then Tang Jo-pyong reached out his hand and dragged Chung Myung.

“Please come this way.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Come on, come this way!”

Chung Myung was dragged by Tang Jo-pyong’s hand and headed inside the workshop.

After passing through the scorching furnace, he opened the simple innermost door and saw a small charcoal furnace and an anvil.

And on top of the anvil, there was a lump of iron. The light looked a little clearer than the Hancheol he saw outside.

Chung Myung tilted his head and asked.

“What is this?”

But Tang Jo-pyong didn’t answer and asked Chung Myung suddenly.

“Reach out your hand here.”

“Why my hands all of a sudden?”

“Come on.”

Chung Myung reached out dazedly.

Then Tang Jo-pyong suddenly picked up the knife next to him and cut Chung Myung’s hand.

“Damn it!”

Chung Myung, who almost kicked Tang Jo-pyong reflexively, managed to stop his feet. He was even more surprised that he nearly kicked the dying old man with all his might.

“Ah, I reflexively counterattack when someone tries to hit me! What the hell are you doing!”

Tang Jo-pyong, flinched as Chung Myung burst into anger, and said the reason with a shy face.

“You have to bleed.”

“…Bleed?”

Tang Jo-pyong nodded.

“Cut your hand and sprinkle the blood on the lump of Hancheol. Anywhere else is fine, but the blood on the right hand which holds the sword would be better.”

“What the hell are you going to do?”

When Chung Myung still couldn’t clear his doubts, Tang Jo-pyong smiled quietly.

“You can’t make your sword like another iron sword. I’m going to make it myself. Especially.”

“Huh?”

‘All of a sudden, you’re going to make my sword?’

“Why did you do something I didn’t ask you to do?”

When asked in bewilderment, Tang Jo-pyong looked at him with a bit of a sad look.

“Yesterday, seeing how you were struggling even though you just cut a little Hancheol, I thought that Sword Saint Elder was also very old… … . No matter how much your martial art is, you can’t stop time.”

“…….”

“If your strength weakens, you should use a good sword. It was heartbreaking to see Sword Saint Elder holding ordinary Plum Swords. I’ll make a new one for you since Hancheol just came in. With a sword only for Sword Saint Elder’s sake!”

“My sword?”

“Yes.”

Tang Jo-pyong nods firmly.

“It’s a sword for Sword Warrior, not anyone else. It will be the sword of Mount Hua’s strongest.”

“………can I take something like that?”

‘No, I’m Plum Blossom Sword Saint, but I’m not Plum Blossom Sword Saint either.’

‘It’s kind of vague and mysterious, so it’s a little…….’

Chung Myung is the kind of person who takes anything if it is free, but this is a slightly different situation.

While watching Chung Myung express his complex feelings, Tang Jo-pyong was just determined.

“Who else could use this sword made by Tang Jo-pyong if it weren’t Sword Saint Elder? Please don’t hesitate to pour the blood. For Divine Weapons, knowing their owners come first.”

“Ugh.”

While Chung Myung was upset, he cut his palm and dropped blood on the ingot. Strangely, the blood that had fallen on top of the Hancheol did not flow sideways but permeated completely.

“All right!”

Tang Jo-pyong sat in front of the anvil and put his hand on the charcoal furnace.

Hwareuruk!

In an instant, the charcoal blazed and emitted fierce heat.

“The sword of Everlasting Metal for Sword Saint.”

A smile formed around the wrinkled mouth of Tang Jo-pyong.

“It is said that each person has a role to play.”

“…….”

“I wondered why this old man was still alive and not dead, but this sword must have been my fate.”

His voice reverberated in a grand and clear voice.

“Keep an eye on me, Sword Saint Elder, I’ll make you a sword with everything I have.”

Even the world famous Chung Myung closed his mouth due to the spirit of the master craftsman who had protected the Tang Family for a hundred years.

In time.

A hammer loaded with the soul of a craftsman began to strike a single iron bar containing Chung Myung’s blood.