Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 748

Swish.

Step!

Swish.

Step!

“Ah, it’s driving me crazy!”

Jo-Gol, who had been holding back all along, burst out in annoyance.

“Why do you keep looking back! Have you left a honey jar behi… Argh, it’s blinding!”
As Hye Yeon’s head returned to its original position, Jo-Gol covered his eyes with both hands in the intense reflective light created by Hye Yeon’s head.

“Why are you doing this, even you, Monk!”

“…Siju, this….”

Hye Yeon hesitated with an uneasy face and said while in Banzhang stance.
“What can I do if the back of my head keeps bothering me?”
Then Jo-Gol, who looked at him like he was dumbfounded, sighed and looked for Yoon Jong.

“Oh, Sahyung.”

“What?”

“I think I still have a long way to go to catch up with Chung Myung.”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“If I were Chung Myung, I would’ve said, ‘The back of your head must be bothering you because it is too shiny. You don’t have hair to block the wind!’ but I can’t possibly say that……”

“What are you blabbering about in front of the monk, you lunatic!”

Whack!!

Jo-Gol’s jaw was cleanly swiped.

When Jo-Gol collapsed with a squeak, Yoon Jong brushed off his hand, shaking his head back and forth. He then sneakily looked at Baek Cheon.

“……Is he really not following us?”

“Seems so.”

Baek Cheon also looked around again, as if he shared the same anxiety.
But Yoon Jong couldn’t tell whether Baek Cheon was anxious because he thought Chung Myung might follow them or because Chung Myung was not following them.

“Is he really not coming?”

“…I think so?”

“Really?”

“….”

Baek Cheon shivered as he spoke.

“Yoon Jong-ah. You might think I’m worried for no reason, but…….”

“No, Sasuk. I understand.”

“I can’t help but worry that Chung Myung might suddenly appear, wearing a mask and screaming at any moment.”
Yoon Jong peeked around without responding. He wasn’t saying it, but he was struggling with the same anxiety.

At that time, Yoo Iseol said bluntly.

“He’s not following.”

“Huh?”

As Back Cheon turned around, she added another word.

“He usually obeys well.”

“….”

‘I think she’s misunderstanding something.’

‘He’s not that kind of guy…..’

“And if he were missing, it would cause more chaos in Mount Hua.”

“Ah……”

Baek Cheon, who was instantly convinced, nodded unconsciously.

That’s true.

They are not the only ones worried that Chung Myung will follow them. Rather, those who remain in Mount Hua will be more worried than they are.
So if Chung Myung wasn’t visible in Mount Hua, it would surely cause chaos.

Everyone looked up unconsciously at the summit of Mt. Hua above the clouds.
“You think everything’s all right?”

“It looks quiet.”

“There’s no way we can hear anything from here in the first place.”

Unexpectedly, common sense came out of Jo-Gol’s mouth. Yoon Jong and Baek Cheon, who seemed to be in a bad state, looked back at Jo-Gol with their mouths shut like a honeyed mute.

Jo-Gol sighed and clapped his hands.

“Get it together, both of you! We have to go to the Yangtze and investigate now. What will you do if you’re like this already?”

“……Hng.”

“Sigh.”

A deep sigh leaked from both of their mouths at the same time.
They had been full of determination until they left the sect gate, but coming down the mountain, it was disturbingly quiet without that damn guy’s babbling.

They said the importance of someone being present is unknown until said person is missing, but Chung Myung’s absence seemed bigger than they had thought.
Baek Cheon took one last look at Mount Hua and moved on.

“Anyway… He doesn’t seem to be coming. Let’s get going.”

“Yes, Sasuk.”

Baek Cheon smacked his lips and moved on.

‘So I’m in charge now.’

In fact, Baek Cheon has been leading the group, but he had never thought of himself as responsible for everything.

Nor would anyone else have thought so. In the end, Chung Myung had the final decision. But from now on, they have to think thoroughly and take full responsibility.

‘It’s heavy.’

It felt as if a massive weight was placed on his shoulders.

But this burden was ultimately his to bear. If he is truly qualified to be the Sect Leader of Mount Hua.

“Alright, let’s go!”

“…Sasuk, you’ve said ‘let’s go’ about five times now.”

“Yoon Jong Sahyung, try to calm down a bit. Stop shaking your legs.”

“Pity.”

Baek Cheon, who looked back at his Sajil and Saje with somewhat sad eyes, moved his feet sluggishly.

‘First of all, the problem is to lead those damn guys.’

The journey was long, and each step felt like a mountain.

* * *

Mount Hua was engulfed in a strange tension.

All the disciple’s eyes were on Chung Myung. It was because they didn’t know what evil he would do when he was left in Mount Hua by the order of the Sect Leader.

Facing an unprecedented situation, the disciples were nervous and alert to Chung Myung’s every move.

“He wouldn’t going to smash everything, isn’t he?”

“If that’s the case, it’s a relief. It’s a problem if we’re the ones destroyed.”

“I’m so scared…….”

In the meantime, Mount Hua’s disciples could newly appreciate the preciousness of the Five Swords.

Although those yangbans had been drawn to Chung Myung at some point and had been tormenting them, when Chung Myung ran mad like a crazy cow, they played a role in blocking them by throwing themselves.

Borrowing a proverb, when lips are gone, teeth feel the cold.

Now that the Five Swords are gone, they seemed to be the ones who would have to block Chung Myung’s outrageous behavior.

‘I hope he just rants within the realm of common sense.’

‘I’m sure He’s going to nitpick on all sorts of things….’

‘Please, please come back soon, Sahyung.’

But unexpectedly, the problem they thought didn’t happen.

Instead, a completely different problem began to arise.

Mount Hua’s disciples in the Dining Hall were all frozen with faces as if they’d seen a ghost. Their gazes were fixed in one place.

Thunk.

The chopsticks gently picked up some rice.

Nom, nom, nom.

He put it in his mouth and started to chew slowly, very slowly.

Actually, it’s not a strange sight at all. It might be a little slow and excessively meticulous, but isn’t it common for people to eat slowly?

However, the faces of those who watched the scene turned as pale as dead bodies.

‘Chu- Chung Myung is….. eating with chopsticks.’

‘Oh my god, he’s chewing without drinking.’

There’s no sound of passionate slurping.

Chung Myung, who considered eating a battle and put all the food in front of him into his mouth first, chewed the minimum amount, and swallowed, was now picking up food with chopsticks and chewing it carefully before swallowing.

Mount Hua’s disciples, watching the scene, realized one thing keenly.

It’s scary when a normal person suddenly goes crazy, but it’s several times more bizarre and terrifying when a crazy person suddenly behaves normal.
‘What the hell is wrong with him?’

‘Mom, I’m scared……’

‘They say if a person is about to die when they do something they don’t usually do.’

‘Just hit us instead, you bastard!’

It is not just a matter of words and actions.

Wasn’t the usual impression of Chung Myung enough to scare away the devils from hell?

His slumped shoulders, downward eyes, and drooping pupils were not what they knew of Chung Myung. No, that is not Chung Myung.

Thunk.

At that moment, Chung Myung put down the chopsticks he was holding.

Rustle.

Then he got up, walked away, opened the door and went outside.

Rustle.

The door closed quietly.

At the same time, hellish silence descended upon the Dining Hall.
“Did you see that? He opened and closed the door with his hands.”

“Wi- Without kicking….”

“Did you hear just now? It was a ‘Thunk,’ not a ‘Kwang!’”

“Yu- Yuanshi Tianzun…….”

Mount Hua’s disciples, staring blankly at the door that Chung Myung closed, exchanged glances with pale faces.

“What, what’s happening…?”

Indescribable fear began to sweep Mount Hua’s disciples.

“Huff, huff!”

Gwak Hee desperately swung his wooden sword. Sweat dripped down his face like rain. Each time he swung his sword, sweat sprayed in all directions.

His legs and arms trembled, but the sword he was swinging did not slow down or stop for a moment.

‘I didn’t get selected again this time.’

He knows.

He is not yet at a level where he can dare to compare himself with Yoon Jong or Jo-Gol. Although he is doing his best, the difference between them is still significant.

Even if he was the Sect Leader, he wouldn’t have thought of sending someone like him instead of them. To be fair, isn’t he also falling behind Baek Sang, who’s becoming the center of Finance Hall, not the Five Swords?

‘I have to work harder.’

He knew this fact better than anyone else.

And he also knew the only way to overcome the difference was through bone-grinding effort.

Still, there was only one reason why he couldn’t let go of his nervousness easily.

‘Am I really catching up to Sahyung?’

No, probably not.

Instead of narrowing down, the gap is rather widening.

Until recently, if he sparred with Jo-Gol, he could exchange some blow for a while, but recently it’s difficult to hold out for a few rounds. Despite the fact that he is really making an effort that would not be embarrassing to anyone, the gap is widening and now not even the shadow of his Sahyung is visible.

‘I’m not the only one who’s thinking about this.’

So, he did something rash.
Knowing that he was not good enough yet, he pleaded to Sect Leader to give him a chance to learn Violet Mist Divine Art, even though he knew that he was not qualified enough to do so.

Was it because he was greedy?

No, it’s not like that.

If his Sahyung learn Violet Mist Divine Art first as it is, it felt like the chance to catch up with them would be gone forever.

He’s not jealous of them being strong. It’s just that they are the measure of strength that Gwak Hee has set as a standard, and he is just frustrated and eager that he himself can’t get stronger faster. Perhaps all those who went to visit Sect Leader’s quarter together felt the same way.

‘How can I get stronger faster?’

‘How can I do it like Sahyung…….’

“Iik!”

In his frenzy, Gwak Hee swung his sword violently.

The emotionally-charged sword strayed from its path like a ghost. As a result, his center of gravity was disrupted, and his shaky legs staggered and collapsed.

“Eh?”

Fortunately, since they were training with some distance between them, no one was in danger of being hit by the straying sword…
Kuuung!
At that moment, a loud sound rang out, and Gwak Hee’s eyes trembled as if there were an earthquake.

His wooden sword, swung sideways in the wrong direction, touched someone’s head.

That alone was a terrible accident.

But what made Kwak Hwe shiver more like an aspen tree was the fact that the person whose neck had been hit and twisted to the side by his wooden sword… was someone too familiar.

“Chu- Chu- Chu- Chu… Chung… Chung Myung…”

The others who had been training next to them were all looking their way with their fists in their mouths and their eyes wide open. Some have already recited chanting and prayed for Gwak Hee’s passage to the next life.

“Chu- Chung Myung. This, this wasn’t intentional… This absolutely wasn’t intentional… This…”

‘No… Why of all places was Chung Myung here…’

‘No, before that, why couldn’t this guy dodge it?’

Either way, his fate had already been determined.

‘Just kill me cleanly.’

Gwak Hee intuitively sensed his fate and tightly closed his eyes.

But at that moment.

“…Lower.”

“Huh?”

Chung Myung lightly pushed away the wooden sword that touched his head.

“Work out your lower body more. Even if your thoughts are disturbed, if your lower body is firm, your sword path won’t be distorted.”

“Huh?”

“If you want to get stronger, start with the basics.”

“….O- oh. Got it.”

When Gwak Hee answered, Chung Myung nodded and went his way without saying a word.

Gwak Hee and his Sahyung were staring at the back of Chung Myung, who was going further away, with dumbfounded faces.

“….What the hell was that?”

“Did he eat something wrong…?”

“N- No. It’s common sense when I think about it, but…….”

“So isn’t that the problem?”

“….”

Tak.

Gwak Hee, who dropped the wooden sword in his hand weakly, murmured softly.

“….Is this a sign of Mount Hua’s ruin?

A sense of the world collapsing spread throughout the silent training field.