Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 712
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Chung Myung quickly ran forward.
In one of his hands was Jin Yangjon’s nape. Jin Yangjon, held like a doll in a child’s hand, clenched his eyes and trembled like an aspen tree.
‘It must be tough.’
Jo-Gol, who was following Chung Myung a little behind, shook his head.
This speed was probably the first time in Jin Yangjon’s life. Even if you get on a horse, you will feel scared that you might fall and die, and now he was being held by Chung Myung’s hand, so his feelings must be terrible.
Seeing Jin Yangjon’s face, which had turned white and now was turning blue, a feeling of pity arose even though he was a fraudster pretending to be Mount Hua’s disciple.
At that time, Yoon Jong quietly opened his mouth.
“Sasuk.”
“Hmm.”
“…Is he gonna be okay?”
Baek Cheon looked at Chung Myung’s back running indifferently instead of answering. Then he answered in a low voice.
“…I don’t know.”
Yoon Jong’s face stiffened slightly.
“I knew right away that he was in a strange state, but… I couldn’t even imagine that he would leave without taking anything.”
In the end, Chung Myung caught Jin Yangjon Iron Spear Manor was destroyed, and Golden Sword Manor suppressed Iron Spear Manor without any injury.
What kind of place is Golden Sword Manor? It is a well-known sect for its wealth.
If it were the usual case, he would have tried to uproot the pillar of the Golden Sword Manor using this incident as an excuse. And it’s normal for Golden Sword Manor Buju to hold his stomach in pain by now.
However, Chung Myung did not pay any attention to the Golden Sword Manor and immediately started running, grabbing Jin Yangjon’s nape as soon as they were ready. It was as if money wasn’t important.
“…Secret technique.”
The voice reached their ears at that moment, and the two turned their heads to the side.
Yoo Iseol muttered as she looked at Chung Myung’s back.
“That secret technique… related.”
“Yes, I think so too.”
“What?”
Baek Cheon opened his mouth in agreement.
“It seems that there is some kind of relationship between the secret technique that he mentioned and Chung Myung.”
“…How would he know what that is?”
“A long time ago…”
Baek Cheon trailed off as if he were organizing his thoughts for a moment and then opened his mouth again.
“According to Un Am Sasuk, Chung Myung tried to explain his relationship with Mount Hua, but Sect Leader dissuaded him by saying that he didn’t have to hear about it.”
“…Was there such a thing?”
Baek Cheon nodded at Yoon Jong’s question.
“The fact that he had something to explain means that he had a story to tell. I think his reaction now might be related to that story.”
Jo-Gol, who had only listened silently while running, frowned.
“No, why did Sect Leader stop him from talking? I was already curious about where that guy came from…”
“You!”
Baek Cheon sternly scolded and narrowed his eyes. Jo-Gol shrank his neck.
“N- No… I’m not saying that Sect Leader was wrong…”
“Do you think Sect Leader was thoughtless?”
Baek Cheon spoke bitterly with a slightly softened face.
“Those who returned to Mount Hua can only be those who left in the past. They were the ones who turned their backs on Mount Hua, regardless of their story.”
“….”
“That’s why he didn’t bother to listen. He probably thought that since they returned to the collapsing Mount Hua on their own, whether they were descendants of those who left for some reason, it was enough.”
“Ah….”
Jo-Gol nodded his head.
Now he understand why Sect Leader didn’t want to listen to Chung Myung’s story.
Baek Cheon’s eyes turned to Chung Myung’s back running ahead.
“We’ll find out when we get there. What kind of story he has, why is he in such a hurry.”
In fact, what Baek Cheon was truly worried about was not something like Chung Myung’s story. To be very honest, he had no interest in the importance of that story or the secret.
It’s just…
‘Chung Myung-ah.’
When all this is over, he only hopes the hardened face can return to its original brightness.
“Sahyung.”
“Huh?”
Then Yoo Iseol looked at Baek Cheon and spoke in a low voice.
“Guangdong.”
“…What do you mean?”
“If we go like this, Guangdong. There….”
“….”
Baek Cheon’s hardened as he closed his mouth.
‘The base of Myriad Man Manor.’
It was always nerve-wracking to enter Myriad Man Manor territory. Moreover, entering Guangdong was even more awkward since Myriad Man Manor had just been upset not long ago.
“They won’t have completely taken over Guangdong. I heard that his hometown is a remote countryside.”
“I suppose so.”
“Since we can’t stop it now, all we can do is hope that nothing major happens.”
Everyone nodded their heads and spurred on their running feet.
Mount Hua’s disciples shot forward and forward at the speed of light.
* * *
“Is it here?”
“Yes, yes! Right here!”
Jin Yangjon nodded his head repeatedly with a face that seemed to burst into tears at any moment. When they started, his face was somewhat oily, but now he was so gaunt that it wouldn’t feel out of place if he was lying in a coffin.
“This is my hometown.”
Chung Myung’s gaze went beyond the small village in front of him and turned further back. He could see the mountain peaks protruding in the distance.
From here, they looked very small, but if you get closer, there are hundreds, thousands of mountains lined up forming a mountain range.
People call that mountain range this way.
“…Hundred Thousand Mountain.”
When Mount Hua’s disciples heard the voice, they all stared at the place where Chung Myung’s gaze had landed. A sigh naturally leaked out.
“Ah…”
“…There….”
There is no other word in the current Kangho that can carry such complex emotions and great weight at the same time. It felt like their shoulders were being crushed in an instant.
‘The base of Magyo…’
‘Where Mount Hua fought.’
Looking blankly at the ridge, Jo-Gol suddenly asked in a curious voice.
“Wasn’t Hundred Thousand Mountain in Xinjiang?”
“…Huh?”
Then Yoon Jong slightly agreed.
“That’s what I heard, too.”
“No, I heard it was in Guangdong. It’s on the border of Guangdong and Guangxi.”
Tang Soso tilted her head and said another word.
Chung Myung opened his mouth with his eyes fixed on the ridge in front of him.
“Both are right.”
“Huh?”
“Think about it. Magyo has been resurrected several times and invaded Jungwon.”
“That’s right.”
“But could they have been able to regroup in the original place they were? If they lost, they naturally had to run away.”
“…I guess so.”
“The people of Kangho were not fools either, so they thoroughly destroyed and monitored the places they were. So, whenever Magyo appeared again, it started from different places. Among them, the Hundred Thousand Mountains on the border of Qinghai and Xinjiang, and the Hundred Thousand Mountains here.”
“Oh….”
“Wherever Magyo is, that place is the Hundred Thousand Mountains.”
Chung Myung’s eyes sank slightly.
By now, there would be no trace of Magyo left on that mountain. A hundred years is a long time, and the remnants will be staying in a place where the hands of Jungwon cannot reach for the revival of the cult.
So that place is just a mountain now.
However…
Chung Myung closed his eyes tightly as he looked at the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
‘It was not far away.’
He thought so.
Considering the place they were heading to when he heard that Cheong Jin was missing, it could only be around here.
However, Chung Myung at that time was unable to go out looking for Cheong Jin. He couldn’t mess around for personal reasons while he was preparing for the last fight on the line.
It was his decision, Cheon Mun’s decision.
He still thinks that decision was not wrong.
It’s just…
Chung Myung let out a soft sigh and asked.
“Where is the secret martial art?”
“My, my house…….”
“Let’s go.”
“Yes!”
They all entered the village and followed Jin Yangjon, who hurriedly led the way. They crossed the village with sparse thatched houses and finally arrived at a particularly old house after a while.
“Pl- Please wait a moment!”
Jin Yangjon, who rushed into the house as if a ghost were chasing him, began to tear the floor off with his bare hands. After digging the floor for a while, a small box appeared in Jin Yangjon’s hand.
“Here, here it is.”
He quickly held out the box to Chung Myung.
But Chung Myung did not reach out to receive it, but just looked at it silently.
“….”
Feeling nervous, Jin Yangjon shook his hands and swallowed dry saliva. But no one in this place could break the silence and urge Chung Myung.
Chung Myung, who had been just watching, quietly reached out and opened the lid of the box.
As the smell of an old book grazed the tip of his nose, a single book that seemed to crumble at any moment revealed itself.
A book with nothing written on the front.
Chung Myung reached out silently and grabbed it. Baek Cheon didn’t miss his trembling fingertips.
The book that Chung Myung carefully took out was in a rather bizarre form.
It was a form where two secret martial art books were bound together as one by punching holes in them.
Chung Myung spread the book so delicately that he had never seen it before and flipped the pages one by one.
Rustle.
Rustle.
Only the sound of turning pages echoed softly in the silence.
Having checked every single page without any omission, Chung Myung closed the last page and put the book back into the box.
Tak.
With the lid closed, Chung Myung took the box in Jin Yangjon’s hand and held it.
Baek Cheon sighed silently as he saw Chung Myung carefully handle the box as if it were filled with precious items that he would kick away otherwise.
He couldn’t know exactly what the book was or its story, but at least it didn’t seem like they had come here in vain.
“Lead the way.”
At Chung Myung’s short remark, Jin Yangjon quickly nodded his head.
“This, this way. The hunter who discovered that secret martial art book lives in the house over there!”
Without waiting for an answer, he began to run hurriedly towards the house across the street.
“Old man Pyo! Old man Pyo!”
Entering the yard at once, Jin Yangjon knocked on the house door like a chased man.
“Are you there, old man? It’s me! Jin Yangjon!”
The door burst open as Jin Yangjon’s voice became increasingly urgent. And an elderly man who seemed quite old poked his head out.
“Who?”
“I- It’s me, old man! It’s Jon.”
“…… Jon? Oh…… uh? Ah, Jon?”
“Yes, it’s me!”
“You left the village saying you’d succeed and now you’re already back…… But why are you so disheveled? You must have been through a lot. So, have you come back for good now?”
“N- No, that’s not it…..”
“Excuse me for interrupting.”
Baek Cheon stepped forward and bowed to the old man. Then the old man looked at Baek Cheon and his party with a hint of caution.
“Who- Who are you?”
“I’ve come to ask you a few questions. I’m not a bad person, so you don’t have to worry.”
Jin Yangjon and the old man looking at them alternately tilted his head.
“What could you possibly want to ask an old man who’s just waiting to die in this remote village……”
“Chung Myung-ah.”
At Baek Cheon’s call, Chung Myung opened the box without saying a word and showed the old man the secret martial art book inside.
“Jin Yangjon said he received this secret martial art book from you, do you remember?”
“… Secret martial art book? A book?”
“Yes, I’m talking about this book.”
The old man muttered, looking at the old book.
“I don’t remember giving him something like that…… Ah!”
Then, as if something came to mind, he slapped his knee and nodded.
“That’s right, that’s right! I found that book. I thought it’d be great to give it to Jon, who’s learning martial arts, because it has pictures of people wielding swords inside!”
Baek Cheon asked with a stern face.
“Where did you pick up this book?”
“Well, that’s…… It’s a little difficult to explain in words. My memory is hazy, and it’s in the mountains, so……”
Baek Cheon, who was looking at the old man with a frown on his face, slightly gestured with his eyes. Jo-Gol took out a hefty pouch from his sleeve and placed it in front of the old man.
“I apologize if this is not enough, but our situation is urgent, so could you please guide us to that place?”
“…I’d love to, but now that I’m old, my strength…….”
The old man, who had casually opened the pouch, stopped talking and widened his eyes.
“All, all of this……?”
“Please.”
The old man quickly nodded his head.
“I’ll guide you. Sir! My strength may have weakened, but my memory is perfectly fine. I remember it clearly! Yes, sir!”
“Please, right away.”
“Yes! Don’t worry.”
As Baek Cheon watched the old man confidently making promises, he glanced at Chung Myung. His face was still unreadable as if lost in thought.
‘Don’t worry, you fool.’
Baek Cheon’s face was filled with determination.
‘No matter what it is you’re looking for, we’ll definitely find it for you.’