Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 729

The second day.

“…Sasuk, I know it’s rude to say this, but….”

“What?”

“…Wouldn’t they have their back break at this rate?”

At the word, Baek Cheon looked at Hyun Jong and the Elders coming down the mountain with a dying face. His eyes were filled with pity.

He had no choice but to do so. The faces of the three people who were dying were sharply contrasted with the shiny face of Chung Myung coming down after them.

“……Did he use some sort of energy absorption technique?”

Anyone can tell that Chung Myung was sucking all the energy from the three.

“It seems they look even worse than yesterday…… Shouldn’t we stop him?”

“…Stop them? How?”

At Baek Cheon’s vague voice, Yoon Jong closed his eyes tightly.

Chung Myung causing trouble on his own is horrible, of course, but at least it ends when he’s stopped. Even if the process is harder than digging a mountain with a spoon, at least it’s something they can try.

But those three are different. As hard as it might be, Chung Myung is someone they can stop, but those three are beyond their reach.

Stopping Sect Leader and the Elder?

Who would? Five Swords?

‘You’ve got to be kidding.’

Wouldn’t it be better to stop those cursed men from the Southern Edge Sect? How are the disciples supposed to stop Sect Leader and Elders of their sect?

“…Let’s wait a little longer.”

“But if this continues, it’s going to cause a real problem.”

“I know… I know too.”

Baek Cheon sighed heavily.

“If Sect Leader and Elders are determined to do it, we can’t just stop them, can we?”

“……Don’t you think they may have changed their minds by now?”

Baek Cheon, after looking at the lifeless faces of the three, slowly shook his head.

“Let’s wait and see for a few more days.”

“…Yes.”

Of course, his eyes were still filled with worry.

‘I hope everything’s fine.’

Watching Chung Myung’s smug face as he followed them down, his anxiety just seemed to grow.

Four days.

“Se- Sect Leader! Are you all right?”

Hyun Jong looked down with a blank face. The chopsticks he had been holding just moments ago were scattered on the table. The hand that held the chopsticks was shaking helplessly.

“……I’m…fine.”

‘You’re not fine.’

‘You’re really not fine at all.’

‘My gosh, he can’t even hold chopsticks.’

Mount Hua’s disciples all stopped eating and stared blankly at Hyun Jong.

“……Sect Leader looks so weak.”

Then Hyun Sang, sitting next to him, smirked. However, his chopsticks shaking as he picked up his food were shaking violently, like a tree in a typhoon.

‘You’re dropping all your rice grains.’

‘Are you actually eating? It seems like you’re just spilling more than eating.’

‘Is this really okay? Is it really okay like this?’

However, Hyun Sang was still maintaining his dignity as an Elder. Hyun Young, sitting on the other side of Hyun Sang, had given up using chopsticks and was eating rice with his bare hands.

‘That is realistic.’

Yes, it was very realistic, indeed. Compared to Hyun Jong, who can’t even hold chopsticks properly, or Hyun Sang, who is only scooping air with dignity, it was a very practical approach.

However, it was inevitable that there was a fundamental question as to whether that was a behavior that could be done as an Elder of a sect.
“Do you….. Do you want us to feed you?”

“……I’m fine.”

“……I can do it.”

“Isn’t it easier to eat with your hands? Try eating with your hands.”

Everyone who had been blankly watching the miserable sight suddenly turned their gaze in one direction.

Nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom!

Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug!

“Keuuuhh! Who made the soup today! It’s so reeeeefreshing!”
“….”

Since Sect Leader and the Elders couldn’t eat properly, it was impossible for the disciples of Mount Hua to lift their spoons. Their concern for the three was greater than their concern for etiquette.

But….

“What? Why aren’t you eating? Are you already full?”

That demonic punk.

The only one in the Dining Hall who didn’t seem to possess a shred of human empathy tore off a leg from the chicken placed in front of him and began to eat it heartily.

“Keuu. As expected, food tastes like honey after training! At this rate, I might gain weight.”

Everyone who had been watching his noisy meal once again turned their pitiful gaze towards the three who were withering away. Seeing their skeletal appearances somehow made their eyes moisten.

On the seventh day.

Tolssok.

The eyes of Mount Hua’s disciples popped out.

“Eh?”

Hyun Jong suddenly fell to the side powerlessly. Everyone screamed in surprise.

“Uwaaaahhhh! Sect Leader!”

“Bring people from Medicine Hall! Sect Leader has collapsed!”

“Sect Leader! Please, regain your consciousness, Sect Leader!”

How can a person, not even a mayfly, just suddenly fall back and faint while walking?

Baek Cheon, who laid the head of collapsed Sect Leader on his knees, wiped the cold sweat with his sleeves and made shade with his hands.

Then after a while, Hyun Jong slowly opened his eyes.

“Sect Leader! Have you come to your senses! Sect Leader!”

“….”

With a pallor face, cracked lips, and unfocused eyes, anyone could tell that he was dying.

His unfocused eyes slowly wandered around before settling on Baek Cheon’s face. His ashen lips twitched as they parted.

“Ahh……”

“Yes, Sect Leader! This is Baek Cheon…….”

“…Master.”

‘Huh? Who?’

“……You’ve come to take me, Master. I’ve tried really hard……”

“Aaaaaah! What are you seeing! Sect Leader! Sect Leader! This is Baek Cheon!”

Then Jo-Gol, flustered, punched the air and shouted.

“Hey, shoo! Shoo, evil spirit! Our Sect Leader……”
“Hey, you crazy bastard!”

Yoon Jong’s spin kick landed fiercely on Jo-Gol’s face.

Jo-Gol, who fell out screaming, jumped up his body as if he was really upset. As blood trickled down his nose, Jo-Gol couldn’t hold back and shouted.

“No, why did you hit me! I didn’t do anything wrong this time! An evil spirit is trying to take Sect Leader away!”

“Evil spirit? Evil spirit? Hey, you damn bastard! The master of Sect Leader is an ancestor spirit, then how can you call an ancestor an evil spirit!”

“Huh?”

‘Is that how it works?’

While Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong were quarreling, Baek Cheon was desperately trying to wake Hyun Jong up.

“Sect Leader! Sect Leader! You need to wake up!”

“Aaahhh… Master… Mount Hua…. If you look at the current Mount Hua….”

“Make way, Sasuk!”

Then Tang Soso pushed Baek Cheon’s hand and pulled a big needle out of her sleeve.

No, it was a needle so large that…… It was enormous.

“Eucha!”

Puuuuk!

The giant needle was thrust mercilessly into Hyun Jong’s head without hesitation. Baek Cheon gasped with a white face.

“Hiiiiik!”

Puuuuk!

A little bit of blood spurted out from Hyun Jong’s head. A moment later, his pupils, which had been blurred all along, finally began to become clearer.
“…Hmm? Did I collapse?”

“….”

“Oh, my… I’ve shown a disgrace.”

Hyun Jong rose up casually. The disciples of Mount WHua discouraged him as they turned pale.

“Se- Sect Leader! You can’t get up now!”

“You need to rest!”

“You’ll die if you keep doing it!”

“Hahaha.”

However, Hyun Jong burst out laughing as if the disciples were overreacting.

“I can’t rest when there’s afternoon training. If I rest for a day, I’ll have to work twice as hard the next day. You must never forget this fact.”

‘No, you’re dying!’

‘You’ll really die at this rate!’

“Hahaha.”

Finally, Hyun Jong, who had gotten up, swung his arms around and started walking again. A small, red droplet was gushing from his forehead as he walked calmly.

“…Soso.”

“What?”

“Please remove that needle quickly.”

“…Yes.”

Baek Cheon clasped his face with both hands.

‘Mount Hua is doomed.’

There is no turning back now.

On the fifteenth day.

“……Clearly.”

The face of Five Swords, which huddled together in the White Plum Dormitory, was filled with determination.

“Drastic measures are needed.”

“Agree.”

“I agree!”

“Revolution!”

As soon as Baek Cheon’s words fell, the rest responded.

“At this rate, Mount Hua will lose its Sect Leader.”

“……If Chung Myung, that crazy guy, continues to push……”

Hyun Jong, Hyun Sang, and Hyun Young’s appearances became bizarre day by day. Hyun Jong, who radiated kindness and dignity just by being seen, was nowhere to be found, and now a person who was as skinny as a chopstick, was haunting Mount Hua like a ghost.

“Even just standing there, his clothes were dripping down……”

“I met him while going to the restroom in the dawn, and I screamed. I thought he was a ghost.”

“……He really seems like he’s going to die.”

“But there’s no way, is there? Chung Myung is so stubborn that he doesn’t listen no matter how much we stop him.”

Yoo Iseol, who had been silent, abruptly stood up from her seat.

“Huh? Samae?”

Then, he pulled out the sword hanging from his waist without saying a word.

Sereureung.

“Enemy of Sect Leader. Kill.”

“Hey, hey! Get her! Catch her! Get her!

Tang Soso and Yoon Jong threw themselves to catch Yoo Iseol, who was about to jump out.

“Calm down, Sago!”

“You can’t do this alone! The opponent is Chung Myung!”

“Enemy of Sect Leader!”

A fierce vein popped on Yoo Iseol’s forehead.

For her, Hyun Jong is not just a Sect Leader. He was her father’s teacher, her grandfather, and the benefactor who saved her when she was young. So, she had every right to be furious.

“He’s outrageous! He’s disrespectful! He’s shameless! He’s extremely brutal!”

“……Though you’re not wrong, calm down for now, Samae.”

Baek Cheon forcefully brought Yoo Iseol back to her seat. Then Yoo Ee Sul protested with a sullen face.

“I am calm.”

“Then sheathe your sword back!”

‘I was almost stabbed, you punk!’

Back to his seat, Baek Cheon sighed deeply.

“For now… It’s no use doing this among ourselves. To catch a tiger, you have to go to the tiger’s den.”

“Huh?”

Baek Cheon’s eyes were emitting a bright blue light.

“Let’s go talk to Chung Myung! If we all get together, no matter how nasty he is, he’ll pretend to listen!”

“……That guy?”

Everyone was asking with their eyes, ‘Why do you think that’s a good idea, Sasuk?’

But Baek Cheon didn’t back down and shouted resolutely.

“Jo-Gol!”

“Yes! Sasuk! Just say the word! I, Jo-Gol, have been waiting for this day. That bastard’s neck…”

“Go get Monk Hye Yeon!”

“…What?”

With a serious look on his face, Baek Cheon said proudly, stretching his shoulders.
“We need to increase our numbers even by one.”

“….”

“What? Why?”

“…No.”

Everyone shook their heads. Baek Cheon has changed a lot, but it was hard to adjust to him every time.

* * *

Chung Myung, who usually laid down and drank, watched the incoming Five Swords and Hyeyeon, who had a ‘Where am I? Who am I?’ expression on his face.

“What?”

“…No.”

“What are you all doing here? Do you have time to spare?”

Everyone who surrounded Chung Myung in a semi-circle gestured at Baek Cheon. It meant that as their Sasuk, he should the one who speak. Baek Cheon was swearing inside.

‘Damn you all.’

They ignored him normally but when it came to times like this, they were overly formal.

“Ahem. Chung Myung-ah.”

“Yes.”

“We are, uh… I mean, it’s not like we have a major complaint about your way of teaching… No, I’m not saying there wasn’t a complaint at all, but we don’t doubt its effectiveness.”

“And?”

Baek Cheon, who had been subtly observing after introducing the topic, gradually brought out the main point.

“It seems like Elders and Sect Leader are suffering too much… How about adjusting the intensity of the training a bit?”

“Yes, that’s too much.”

“We’re young, so we can withstand it, but Elders and Sect Leader are old!”

Back Cheon added in a powerful voice, thanks to the backup from Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol.

“If they get seriously hurt, it will be irreversible.”

“Lower it a bit, Sahyung. Yes? Just a little!”

“Enemy of Sect Leader! Ugh! Ugh!”

Yoo Iseol, who was trying to draw her sword, was caught by Jo-Gol, Yoon Jong, and Tang Soso and dragged back.

Chung Myung, who had been watching this spectacle, let out a chuckle.

“So, they can’t withstand the training?”

“…No, not necessarily, but…”

“The mouse is worried about the cat.”

“…Huh?”

Chung Myung chuckled and gulped down his drink.

“Kaah.”

Then he jumped up and sat on the table.

“Even if I tell you a hundred times, it won’t be of any use. You’ll understand when you see it.”

“…What does that mean?”

“Right about now, the effects should start showing.”

“…Yes?”

“Don’t panic when you see it. Kikikikik.”

Baek Cheon’s face was horribly distorted when he saw Chung Myung laughing gleefully.

‘What is this bastard up to again….’

How can this sect not have a single peaceful day?

At this rate, I’m going to collapse first, this punk!

His heart began to flutter with indescribable anxiety as he looked at Chung Myung, who was laughing heartily.