Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 701

“Kereureu.”

Steam spewed from Chung Myung’s mouth, and behind him, Mount Hua Five Swords lay convulsing, their bodies covered in dirt as if they had been baked with soil.

“……That crazy-……”

“Aigoo… Aigoo, I’m gonna die……”

The rising stars of Mount Hua Sect, considered the best disciple among all sect in the current Kangho, were on the verge of their souls leaving their bodies just from running.

Carrying the ones who fell behind, dragging the ones who fell, and holding on to those who were about to collapse, Mount Hua Five Swords arrived together, their hearts filled with newfound affection(?) for one another.

‘You guys should have just left me when i fell behind!’

‘Cruel human! Insisting on supporting and dragging me…’

‘You won’t die alone no matter, is that it?!’

Then somehow they arrived in Nanchang and stared at Chung Myung with a face full of venom. However, Chung Myung seemed unfazed, looking at Nanchang with the eyes of a predator.

“But….”

Baek Cheon, barely catching his breath, asked Chung Myung.

“What are we going to do now?”

“….”

“We don’t know the person’s face. And we don’t even know if the one claiming to be a Mount Hua disciple is still in Nanchang, right?”

“….”

“So, let’s first find an inn, clean up, and take our time to find…….”

“Sasuk.”

“Yes?”

But Chung Myung cut his word without looking back.

“How are you going to lead Mount Hua like that?”

“….”

“You don’t know the face? Is he still in Nanchang? What does that matter?”

“……Why doesn’t it matter, you bastard.”

“Watch closely. The key to leading people is the art of utilizing personnel (용인술(用人術)).”

Chung Myung slightly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

At that moment, something dark jumped out from behind the trees on both sides.

“Gah!”

“Is it an ambush?”

The Five Swords, lying on the ground, were startled and got up instantly.

“Greetings, Mount Hua Divine Dragon!”

“We’ve been waiting for your arrival! Welcome to Nanchang!”

Welcome greetings came out.

Everyone stared at the people lying flat on the ground with dumbfounded faces.

“……Beggars?”

“It’s Beggar Union, Sasuk! Beggar Union!”

“Is Beggar Union not beggars?”

“……No, this yangban’s temperament is getting worse day by day.”

Regardless, the Beggar Union people glanced at Chung Myung and said quickly.

“We’ve heard from Buntaju of Huayin. We will cooperate with you in every way we can!”

“Nice to meet you!”

Cold sweat formed on the back of Baek Cheon’s head.

‘No…’

Of course, the relationship between Mount Hua and Beggar Union… No, to be precise, it wasn’t strange for Chung Myung and Beggar Union to cooperate since their relationship wasn’t bad.

The problem, however, was that their attitude was far from what could be considered ‘cooperation.’

‘What kind of rumor has spread in Beggar Union?’

Although he was curious, he honestly didn’t want to know the answer. It was certain that his insides would explode if he knew.

“The man?”

At Chung Myung’s words, the Beggar Union’s man quickly rose.

“He’s still in Nanchang.”

“We will guide you right away!”

“Let’s go!”

“Yes!”

Baek Cheon and Jo-Gol freaked out as the beggars moved as they were about to run out.

“Le- Let’s catch our breath for a moment…”

“Do we run again?! Again?”

Chung Myung shouted without turning his head.

“Rest after catching that bastard! What are you doing! Go!”

“Yes!”

Beggar Union’s people began running with all their might as if their lives were at stake. Then Chung Myung followed without delay.

“Ah, shit! Really!”

“Stop running! Just a little bit! You bastard!”

Five Swords shed tears and followed Chung Myung.

In fact, Chung Myung’s words weren’t entirely wrong. If they wasted time and the troublemaker escaped from Nanchang, they would have to run even more to chase them.

However, the problem was that they were literally on the verge of being out of breath.

‘Damn it, that dipshit!’

‘Why did he have to impersonate Mount Hua of all things!’

‘When I catch him, I’ll grind him to a pulp!’

All their anger was focused on the impersonator somewhere in Nanchang.

They knew.

The cause of this pain wasn’t just the impersonator. Rather, if they were to be precise, it was because of Chung Myung.

However, if a typhoon causes the house to collapse and fly away, would anyone blame the typhoon rather than the one who built the house hastily? It’s meaningless to blame the typhoon, the cause of the pain.

Likewise, there is little to no meaning to blame Chung Myung. The one at fault is the one who made Chung Myung behave like that.

“Whoever it is, let’s grind him to porridge first!”

“It’s a terribly vulgar thing to say, but I fully agree!”

“Kill him!”

With blood in their eyes, the disciples of Mount Hua, who clenched their teeth, ran toward the Golden Sword Manor.

“Huh?”

Cho Museong (조무성(曺茂星)), a senior disciple guarding the main gate of Golden Sword Manor, frowned at the group of people running towards him.

“What?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Look over there, over there!”

Yeom Gong (염공(廉拱)), who was on duty with him, also flinched when he saw where Cho Museong pointed.

“What are these beggars…?”

Their clothes were stained with yellowish dirt, and their hair was so dirty that it was hard to recognize its original color. A stream of dirt on the face was exposed through the disheveled hair.

“Stop! Stooooppppp!”

Yeom Gong shouted like a thunderbolt and blocked the beggars’ path.
Kkgigigik!

Then, the young beggar running in the lead stretched his legs forward, slid, and stopped his body. Yeom Gong scolded him sternly.

“You guys! How dare you make a fus-…”

“Enough!”

But the leading beggar cut off his word.

“Did some impostor pretending to be Mount Hua go in there?”

“Mount Hua?”

Yeom Gong squinted and got angry while looking at the beggar.

“Did these guys go crazy? How dare you use the expression ‘impostor’ for Mount Hua’s martial master! You guys seem to have no respect!”

Then he hit the golden scabbard on his waist with a loud smack.

“It would be right to scold you, but I’ll let this slide this time because we have guests. Be grateful and get lost. Know that you won’t be safe if you make a fuss again.”

“So he’s here!”

Chung Myung is a human specialized in only listening to words he wanted to listen to and erasing the remaining hundreds of words from his head.

Just like that, Chung Myung who heard everything the man said, only had the words ‘Mount Hua’, ‘Martial master’, and ‘Guest’ remaining in his head.

Chung Myung’s eyes glared and he snorted.

“This scammer bastard!”

Two people grabbed his shoulders as he tried to push through the people on duty and go inside.

“But this guy!”

“Hey, young brother! Didn’t you hear what this guy said? Get back now.”

Chung Myung’s eyes, which peeked from his shoulder, squinted thinner.

Surprised by this, Baek Cheon hurriedly stepped forward.

“Wait!”

First, he politely bowed and calmly explained the situation.

“We’re from Mount Hua in Shaanxi. We’re here to investigate someone impersonating Mount Hua’s disciple in Nanchang. We ask for your cooperation.”

Then the two men looked at Baek Cheon, tilting their heads. His appearance was slightly better than the others, but it was still shabby compared to Mount Hua master they had seen earlier.
“…Where did you say you’re from?”

“Mount Hua Sect of Shaanxi.”

“Ah… You guys?”

Yeom Gong giggled openly. Cho Museong did not laugh openly, but he couldn’t help but smirk as he turned his head slightly, perhaps because he couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“Hahahaha!”

After laughing and shaking his body for a while, Yeom Gong suddenly yelled.

“Do these guys need a huge scolding to come to their senses?”

“…Yes?”

“Do you know what kind of place Mount Hua is and you guys are impersonating Mount Hua? Mount Hua masters have a reputation for being very skilled! But how can you talk about Mount Hua with an appearance like you’ve been rolling around in a battlefield for three days!”

Baek Cheon gave Chung Myung a resentful look.

‘I told you we should wash up, you bastard!’

“Tsk, tsk. It’s the end of the world, the end of the world. How dare these young ones brazenly commit fraud! I would have been fooled if I hadn’t seen Mount Hua’s disciple in person a while ago! There’s nothing to say. I was going to let it slide because you look young, but if you continue to bother us, I’ll show you how harsh the world can be! Get lost right now!”

Yeom Gong spat out an ominous aura.

Baek Cheon sighed deeply and looked at Chung Myung with a desperate face. Then Chung Myung snickered.

“Why think so hard about it? All we have to do is prove that we’re really from Mount Hua.”

“…How?”

“How… How…..”

There was an evil smile on Chung Myung’s face. Seeing that expression, Baek Cheon flinched and took a step back. It was an instinctive movement.

“That’s right… How should we prove it? Ah, this is so difficult. So difficult.”
“Chu- Chung Myung?”

“It’s so difficult that I can’t think of any other way except this.”

As soon as Chung Myung’s hand grabbed the sword hilt, Baek Cheon closed his eyes unknowingly. Chung Myung chuckled and spoke.

“You two over there.”

“Hm?”

“Please understand, as this is something I really have no choice but to do. I absolutely have to get in there.”

“You still insist…!”

“I’ve already kindly informed you, so from now on… it’s your responsibility!”

Chung Myung’s eyes radiated blue light.

* * *

“Here it is.”

Golden Sword Manor Buju Sang Man Hui gave Jin Yangjon a bunch of promissory notes.

Jin Yangjon looked down quietly at the bunch of promissory notes on the table. His face was perfectly composed, but his hidden hand under the table trembled excitedly.

‘How much is this all… really…’

Having an unimaginable fortune in front of him, he tried to swallow his dry saliva for a moment but then calmed himself down desperately..

Jin Yangjon clenched his thigh to suppress the shaking and spoke as calmly as possible.

“I’ve heard that Sang Buju is angry, but I didn’t expect you to make such a firm decision.”

“How could we dare to doubt Mount Hua? If we doubted Mount Hua, which is famous for its righteousness, the world would curse us.”

Jin Yangjon grinned, nodded his head, and slowly placed his now-steady hand on the table.

“All this money will be used for the starving people. And my sect will never turn a blind eye to the Righteousness of Golden Sword Manor that helped the poor.”

“If you just do that, what more could we ask for? Thank you, Jin Daehyeop! No, Dojang!”

Sang Man Hui grabbed Jin Yangjon’s hand enthusiastically.

Jin Yangjon nodded with a relaxed face and reached out his other hand to pick up the stack of promissory notes.

Kwaaaaang!

“Aaaakh!”

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

However, the loud explosion and scream from outside suddenly made Sang Man Hui and Jin Yangjon’s heads turn simultaneously.

“…What.”

Kwaaaaang!

Sang Man Hui’s face turned pale at the sound that followed.

“A- Ambush? Is it Iron Spear Manor?”

His eyes quickly turned to Jin Yangjon.

“Do- Dojang. It looks like Iron Spear Manor has invaded.”

Then Jin Yangjon let out an awkward laugh with a slightly nauseated face.

“Haha. A one-day-old puppy… doesn’t know to be afraid of a tiger… Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

“As expected!”

Sang Man Hui’s face quickly regained its color.

“Let’s go together!”

“Ah, first, I need to gather these promissory notes…”

“…Yes?”

Sang Man Hui stared blankly at Jin Yangjon.

Jin Yangjon clenched his teeth in a cold sweat at the suspicious gaze.

“Buju-nim!”

A pale-faced chief entered the room at that moment, kicking the door open.

“What’s going on! Is it Iron Spear Manor? I don’t think they know who’s here…..”

“N- No! It’s not Iron Spear Manor.”

“Huh? Not Iron Spear Manor?”

Sang Man Hui’s face went blank at the unexpected answer.

If it wasn’t Iron Spear Manor attacking, then what the hell was this sudden loud noise?

“Then who is it?”

“Tha- That’s…”

The chief stared at Jin Yangjon and opened his mouth.

“Mo- Mount Hua…. those who claim to be of Mount Hua Sect have come and are causing chaos. Our disciples are trying to stop them, but it’s not enough…”

“Mount Hua?”

Sang Man Hui rebuked him, wondering what on earth he was talking about.

“What do you mean, Mount Hua? That doesn’t make any sense! Why is Mount Hua Sect causing chaos here?”

“I’m not sure either…”

“Who would pretend to be Mount Hua and…”

It was just then.

Kwaaang!

“Aaaaakh!”

With a loud explosion, the inner door in front of the building where Buju’s office was located burst open. At the same time, some of the Golden Sword Manor’s disciples flew over the door like frogs kicked by a child and fell to the floor.

Sang Man Hui blinked at an incredible sight.

And then he saw it.

Through the shattered main door, a strange figure was slowly walking in.

His eyes, covered in dust all over his body, were spewing blue light. The sight was enough to make one’s legs go weak.

“Huuuuu.”

The strange figure let out a weird sound and slowly turned its head left and right, fixing its gaze precisely on Sang Man Hui.

“Who’s the bastard impersonating Mount Hua’s disciple?”

The strange figure, Chung Myung, had flames shooting out from his eyes.

“Which bastard put Mount Hua’s name in his mouth? Come out! Not coming out?”

“….”

…Did that man come from the Southern Edge Sect?

It was Sang Man Hui’s first thought upon hearing the words.