Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 711
Chung Myung’s eyes were full of red bloodshot.
Eudeuk!
His grip on the neck grew stronger.
The wall, which the strong force had cracked, creaked and seemed to collapse at any moment.
“Kkeueuk… Kkeuk…..”
White foam leaked out of Jin Yangjon’s mouth, who had rolled his eyes back. It looked as if he was about to die with his tongue out at any given moment, but Chung Myung didn’t seem to have the slightest intention of looking after his situation.
“Tell me.”
“Kkuk….”
“You…!”
Chung Myung, who was about to slam Jin Yangjon into the wall, paused momentarily. Then, he turned his cold gaze.
“What.”
Behind him, Baek Cheon was pointing a sword at him. And next to him, Yoo Iseol flicked her sword.
“What do you mean ‘what’.”
Baek Cheon slightly tilted his head and spoke.
“It seems like a stupid guy is doing something stupid, so I thought he’d come to his senses if I gave him a hole in his back.”
“You’ll get in trouble.”
“….”
Chung Myung, who returned to his senses slightly, smirked.
“…Thank you for that.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Tsk.”
Chung Myung clicked his tongue briefly and let Jin Yangjon go as if throwing him away.
Kung!
Jin Yangjon, who collided with the wall, fell to the floor with a thud and coughed continuously.
“Kekk! Kek! Cough! Cough! Huuuup!”
Jin Yangjon wheezed and coughed with a sound close to retching. Chung Myung, who had been staring at him intently, turned his head slightly.
“Outside?”
“As you can see.”
Baek Cheon stepped aside to show the situation behind him. Familiar faces gathered and drove away the Iron Spear Manor warriors.
The disoriented Iron Spear Manor warriors seemed to have lost their will to fight and couldn’t even dare to confront them, scattering and running away.
“I don’t know who’s the Buntaju here, but he must be quite capable. It seems that he persuaded the leader of Golden Sword Manor to lead all his warriors.”
“If you’re a beggar, you have to be quick-witted to avoid getting hit.”
Chung Myung, who was looking back with a small nod, threw his eyes at Jin Yangjon again. As soon as their eyes met, Jin Yangjon was startled and curled up in a corner as if to be absorbed into the wall.
“Pel- Ple- Ple- please save me!”
Chung Myung silently stared at him.
Baek Cheon, who was a little worried that Chung Myung might attack again, unknowingly took a step forward.
If it were usual, he would have understood the meaning and returned to his calm state if Baek Cheon had said this, but today he was definitely strange.
“What’s your name?”
But fortunately, Chung Myung opened his mouth instead of attacking.
His voice was deeper than usual, creating a strange sense of pressure, but it was fortunate that he didn’t make a fuss about killing him right away.
“Ji- Jin Yang… Jin Yangjon!”
Jin Yangjon answered with a pale, terrified face.
He used to calmly deceive Buju of Golden Sword Manor right in front of his nose and somehow make the conversation favorable for himself, but now he couldn’t even dare to do so.
‘It was an eye that could kill.’
No, forget about his eyes or whatever.
Didn’t this butcher turn the two man into a soulless corpse in front of his eyes just now? No one else but the guest from Myriad Man Manor.
Discussing lies in front of this person was like holding a knife to your own throat.
“Answer me.”
“…Yes?”
“That martial art…”
Chung Myung opened his mouth and paused for a moment.
It seemed as if he couldn’t organize what and how to ask in his head.
“Where did you get that martial art?”
“Wha- What martial arts?”
“The martial arts you’ve learned.”
Chung Myung’s eyes are slightly distorted again.
“Where, you learned it.”
“You- You mean my martial arts? This is just…”
Jin Yangjon swallowed dry saliva.
“It has been passed down through our family…”
Jin Yangjon, who saw Chung Myung’s hand grabbing the sword hilt for a moment, screamed and covered his head with both hands.
“No! No! Let me talk! Please listen to the end! It’s just a combination of a secret technique I happened to obtain with my family’s martial arts!”
Baek Cheon, who had been listening quietly, frowned.
“…Combination?”
“Yes! I- It’s grand to call it a combination, but it’s roughly a mixture of martial art, yes.”
Sweat dripped from Jin Yangjon’s face.
‘Because of that damn martial arts!”
Combining the two martial arts was never an easy task. Jin Yangjon would never have tried if he knew the result would be like this.
Due to the awkwardly mixed martial arts, his swordsmanship became a good-looking but useless fruit.
He wasn’t originally very strong, but after learning the martial arts created by mixing two, he became a half-baked master. It was not only colorful but it could not be unfolded properly.
As a result, his original swordsmanship became twisted, and it became difficult for Jin Yangjon to live as a martial artist.
Seeing Chung Myung’s cold gaze, Jin Yangjon babbled on without even being asked.
“The, the combined martial art was not very powerful, but someone who saw me perform it asked me if I was from Mount Hua…..”
“Does that make any sense?”
Baek Cheon interrupted, but Yoon Jong, who had been listening to the story from inside, nodded as if it made sense.
“It might be possible for someone who doesn’t know. The basic technique I saw earlier looked like a messed-up plum blossom.”
“It just seemed like something red and white was flashing.”
“There aren’t many martial arts like that. It’s not unusual for anyone who’s only heard the sword of Mount Hua in words to misunderstand.”
“…Really?”
Baek Cheon looked unconvinced, but Jin Yangjon vigorously nodded as if he had grabbed a lifeline from heaven.
“Yes! Yes, that’s right! I didn’t go around saying that first, people asked me if I was a disciple of Mount Hua…”
“Hoho.”
Baek Cheon, who had roughly understood the situation, had a hollow laugh coming out of his mouth. Jin Yangjon couldn’t even make eye contact and bowed his head.
“So, somehow, I ended up pretending to be Mount Hua’s disciple, and that matter snowballed until…”
Baek Cheon narrowed his eyes.
That was nonsense.
Even if it started with a misunderstanding, in the end, Jin Yangjon eventually pretended to be Mount Hua’s disciple and tried to deceive Golden Sword Manor with Mount Hua’s name.
When Baek Cheon tried to point it out, Chung Myung’s mouth opened.
“Secret technique.”
“Yes?”
“Where did you get that secret technique?”
“…The secret technique?”
Yoon Jong, who had been listening from behind, tilted his head and asked Chung Myung.
“Why that secret technique? It seems like swordsmanship that accidentally acquired a form similar to Mount Hua’s sword was created while mixing different martial arts.”
Chung Myung stared persistently at Jin Yangjon without replying.
He again grabbed Jin Yangjon by the collar when the answer didn’t come out immediately.
“Hiiiik!”
Then he pushed his face close and gritted his teeth.
“Can’t you hear me?”
“The, the secret technique! I bought it from a hunter in my village!”
A hunter?”
Jin Yangjon nodded furiously as suspicions rose in Chung Myung’s eyes.
“Yes! He- He said a wild animal was biting it…….”
For a moment, Chung Myung’s grip loosened.
Jin Yangjon, who thought he had barely survived, looked up at Chung Myung’s face and immediately shut his mouth.
He had never seen it anywhere before.
The person with such a look on his face…
“…The secret technique?”
“Yes?”
Chung Myung’s slightly trembling voice gradually regained its composure.
“Where is that secret technique?”
“At, at my hometown…”
“And the hunter who found the secret technique probably lives nearby?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Chung Myung nodded slowly.
“Let’s go.”
“…Yes?”
“Guide me, to your hometown.”
Jin Yangjon’s eyes widened at the unexpected remark.
“My, my hometown is very far from here…”
“I don’t care.”
Chung Myung said sternly and bluntly.
“It doesn’t matter. No matter where it is, even if it’s at the end of the world, we’ll go.”
After speaking, Chung Myung looked back. Before he knew it, the Five Swords, who had all gathered, were looking at him.
When Chung Myung was about to say something, Yoo Iseol opened her mouth first.
“Really.”
“….”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
Chung Myung nodded.
“Yes.”
“It must be retrieved.”
“Yes.”
“And….”
Yoo Iseol stared at Chung Myung instead of talking. It was Baek Cheon who completed the question.
“You’re saying we should also check where that secret technique came from.”
Chung Myung nodded silently instead of answering. There was a slight hesitation on Baek Cheon’s face.
“But Chung Myung. We are here on the order of Sect Leader…”
“Sasuk.”
But Chung Myung gently interrupted Baek Cheon. It was not an overpowering but a calm voice.
“I…”
Chung Myung, who bit his lips for a while, said.
“I have to check.”
“….”
“So….”
There was no need to hear the rest of his words. Baek Cheon turned his head.
“Yoon Jong, Jo-Gol.”
“Yes, Sasuk!”
And he ordered with a cold and calm voice.
“Organize the situation. Move quickly. Confirm the destination from him and finish preparations so that we can run without rest in between.”
The two quickly nodded their heads.
“Yes, Sasuk!”
“Soso.”
“Yes!”
“Tell Beggar Union the situation and that we will leave immediately. Leave the cleanup to them.”
“Yes!”
Baek Cheon looks back at Yoo Iseol.
“Just in case, give a rough explanation of the situation to Golden Sword Manor Buju.”
“Okay.”
“Move!”
Chung Myung stared at Baek Cheon as the disciples dispersed in unison for their duties.
“Sasuk.”
“Enough. Let’s hear the explanation later. I need to go out and check the situation first.”
“….”
Baek Cheon turned around and sighed secretly. His steps were heavy.
‘Damn it.’
‘How can you say no when you’re talking with that kind of face, you damned guy?’
Chung Myung, staring at Baek Cheon’s back as he walked out, looks up at the sky. The sun shining through the broken eaves was too dazzling.
“…Was it just one?”
“…Yes?”
“There must have been one supreme martial art and one sword technique in that secret technique.” (“그 비급 한 부에 신공 하나와 검법 하나가 있었겠지.”)
“Y- Yes, that’s correct. It was an old secret technique that seemed to crumble at any moment… It seemed like two parts were overlapped. Two different martial arts…”
Chung Myung nodded his head very slowly.
The sun was too damn bright.
– Why would you attach a perfectly fine secret technique and make a fuss?
– It’s easier to carry around this way.
– Why would you carry it around? What kind of lunatic takes a secret technique to the battlefield?
– My role is to protect Mount Hua’s martial art. This martial art must never be cut off. It’s safest for me to carry it on my body.
– Didn’t you think it would be a bigger problem if you died first?
– Haha, I have Sahyung. How could I die? That’s not going to happen.
All because of that damn bright sun, his eyes hurt and he couldn’t breathe well.
‘Wait.’
Even if the only thing left is the white bone. No, even if that white bone was crushed into powder…….
‘I will definitely recognize you.’
– Sahyung.
“I will definitely find you.”
It was a cloudless and clear day that hurt even more.