Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 35: A leader who is more like a beggar! (1)

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Kong Mun-Yeong quickly pulled himself together. Even if he was caught in a tigers den, wouldnt he be able to survive as long as he kept his wits together?

W-whatever do you mean?

Ha? Look at this fool!

Chung Myung snorted.

Did you think my eyes are for decoration? Do I look like someone who cant recognize the Taiyi Divine Palm?

Chung Myung shrugged.

Quite a coincidence. What a crafty bitch. The person operating a business in Hua-Um who led the merchants to pressure Mount Hua into the ground over their debt also just happens to know the martial arts of the Southern edge sect? The Taiyi Divine Palm technique, youve learned it quite well, huh?

Cold sweat ran down Kong Mun-Yeongs back. He was so surprised that he couldnt even feel the pain from the beating he took.

Damn it.

He should have been more cautious.

Even if his neck was cut off, he shouldnt have used that technique. Whats more, he did it in front of a man from Mount Hua!

A fatal mistake.

But can this be called a mistake?

If the old man hadnt pushed Kong Mun-Yeong to this extent and suddenly unsheathed the sword while beating the hell out of him, Kong Mun-Yeong wouldnt have used the technique.

If it was a coincidence, it was the worst kind. If he aimed for this, then Kong Mun-Yeong couldnt imagine just how nasty that old man was.

Did the Southern Edge Sect send you?

Kong Mun-Yeong tightly sealed his lips.

No matter what he said, it would come out as an excuse. If he could turn the situation around, even if he had to use the lamest excuse, then he would; but it didnt seem like anything would work on this old man. So, he kept silent to ensure he didnt give up more information.

Huh? Shut your mouth, eh?

Chung Myung walked towards Kong Mun-Yeong.

Well, this is fine too. Its a good thing to be loyal. I think you made a good choice. But there is one thing you are wrong about.

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Do you know what that is?

what is it?

I wont tell you.

The Southern Edge sect wasnt an easy place. Since the old days, the Southern Edge sect had been at odds with Mount Hua, but it must be admitted that it was now one of the Ten Great Sects.

There was no way for a sect of that size to do such sloppy work. That was Chung Myungs thoughts. The information Kong Mun-Yeong knew had to be limited, and even if he knew more, there was no way to verify its authenticity.

All he had to know was that this was indeed the work of the Southern Edge sect. Isnt that something that Chung Myung and Mount Hua should find out?

Haaa, you bastard! Even in the past, when the martial arts world was quite grim, it wasnt this horrible. One of the Ten Great Sects tries to steal not just other peoples martial arts techniques but also their entire sect? Isnt that quite a scam? What an honorable sect!

Kong Mun-Yeong, who could no longer maintain his composure, broke out.

Right. Isnt that better for Mount Hua too?

Huh?

You must understand it too! Mount Hua is hopeless now. Wealth? Riches? They are just additional things for a sect. Mount Hua has lost its martial arts, and it can no longer become the same Mount Hua whose name echoed in glory. Its just a matter of it falling down later if it survives now!

Oh?

Chung Myung listened to Kong Mun-Yeongs words.

I was trying to snuff out the dying Mount Huas last breaths. Again, this is something Mount Hua should be thankful for. Someone like you should know this, right? Mount Hua can no longer survive! Even the martial arts, the core of any sect, have withered at Mount Hua!

Who said that?

You dont understand what I am saying?

No. Who said that Mount Huas martial arts have withered?

Kong Mun-Yeong looked at Chung Myung with blank eyes.

Kong Mun-Yeong would have snorted and dismissed it if anyone else had said this. But the words coming from Chung Myung seemed to hold greater weight.

In the eyes of Kong Mun-Yeong, this man was a former master of Mount Hua.

You bastards are trying to cut off Mount Huas last breath? Mount Hua is still alive and well; even if it dies, it dies. But, you piece of shit, what do you think youre trying to do by burying Mount Hua while it still breathes?

Whatever, you crooked bastards always justify your actions with some twisted logic. Id rather you people charge straight ahead and destroy Mount Hua head-on. That is the only way I will acknowledge those bitches from the Southern Edge sect.

The closer one lives, the more likely they will bump into each other. Its true that in diplomatic matters, you must treat your enemies as friends and keep them close.

Mount Hua and the Southern Edge sect had many similarities, and both had a strong focus on swordsmanship. Despite having different ideals, they stayed close to one another.

If two sects with similar techniques were placed side by side, one was bound to die.

In the past, Chung Myung would regularly beat the shit out of the Southern Edge sect when he felt bored. To be more precise, Chung Myung would provoke them into starting a fight.

I am not a member of the Southern Edge Sect!

Is that so?

You misunderstood something, but the technique you saw was something I learned by accident.

Ah. Right. Should I tell you a surprising fact?

what is that?

I am not a member of Mount Hua either.

Yes, that makes sense.

Youyou son of a bitch!

Chung Myung was startled at Kong Mun-Yeongs reaction.

That was close. He almost hit him.

Anyway, in return for showing me that technique, I will show you something interesting. If you can recognize this, it will be interesting. But if you dont, then it is a shame.

Chung Myung slowly stuck his sword out.

Tell the one who sent you.

Chung Myungs way of speaking had changed.

The playful appearance was no more. His bent back was now straight, and the drooping shoulders had regained their form.

A perfect posture, picturesque.

Kong Mun-Yeong, who witnessed it, was shocked.

A sudden breeze began to blow over the area.

The wind seemed to carry the gentle scent of plum blossoms that filled the air.

Plum Blossoms give off the most intense fragrance when they bloom in the snow. Although it is winter now, Mount Huas spirit remains unbroken. Eventually, the spring will come, and the plum blossoms will bloom in full.

Kong Mun-Yeong saw it.

The tip of the sword which moved.

Shiver.

The movement, which began with a tiny vibration, soon grew into a great tremor, and the tremor turned into an illusory sword whose trajectory seemed to embroider the sky in a fantasy.

The tip of the sword seemed to cover the entire sky.

Vivid plum petals bloomed at the swords tip.

After a dreary winter, the plum blossoms which heralded a warm spring bloomed all over the mountain, painted into the world through Chung Myungs sword.

This is an illusion.

The wind blew.

The plum blossoms which covered the sky as if fluttering in the spring wind began to bloom. Eventually, the petals flew up as if swimming in the sky and landed on Kong Mun-Yeongs head.

The petals gently swept past Kong Mun-Yeong, blowing away his consciousness like the wind. Until the very end, he didnt know what he was looking at.

Thud!

Only the sound of him falling to the floor, unconscious, could be heard. The plum blossom petals covering the sky disappeared like a mirage.

Chung Myung, who withdrew his sword, turned around.

Kuak!

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth due to overexerting himself to operate the technique. Chung Myung, who took off his mask, spit out a large surge of blood.

I am dying, for sure.

He had a broken body that lacked strength. If it was the past, such a thing could have been done without sweating.

The foundation is good, but I still might die. Ouch!

Chung Myung put the mask on and thought about coming up with some new countermeasures.

Well, then.

His gaze went to the other merchants.

They were looking at Chung Myung as if they had seen a ghost.

Why wouldnt they?

They had never seen or heard of plum blossoms blooming in the sky due to a sword technique. No, they had heard such a feat was accomplished by masters in the past, but those warriors were dead, so they believed it to be an exaggerated legend.

However, this man brought the legend to life before their eyes.

From their point of view, as those who tried to extort money by scamming Mount Hua, Chung Myung was nothing short of a Grim Reaper.

Who wants to be beaten first?

Who wants to leave?

Me!

I will go away too!

Please spare us!

Chung Myung just nodded his head.

Good. So cooperative.

Merchants rushed out and away from their carts. But, of course, Chung Myung had no intention of letting them go so easily.

Stop moving.

The merchants froze in unison.

If you just leave just like this, what am I to do about these carts? Think a little, think.

The merchants looked at Chung Myung with eyes overflowing with injustice.

Did they even have to consider the convenience of a robber? No matter how horrible their luck was, this seemed too much.

But no one dared to speak against him.

You.

Yes!

For now, each of you will check how much money is in your cart. Whoever finishes last will end up like him.

Chung Myung pointed toward the unconscious Kong Mun-Yeong.

No more words were needed. As soon as the words were spoken, the merchants rushed to their carts.

Eight hundred nyang!

Two thousand and eight hundred nyang!

It iseight thousand.

What? You had that much money?

Is that important now?

Some even yelled at the others. Chung Myung, who saw it, frowned.

Hey.

Yes?

Did you include the cost of the cart and the horse too?

Recalculate.

Yes.

Once it was done, Chung Myung nodded.

Then, I will lend the horse, so one of you will go to the nearest town from here and get the money. I will sell these wares to you.

The merchants looked at Chung Myung with blank eyes.

They were the sort of people who lived their lives obsessed with money, but even for them, this was the first time theyd seen such a person.

Bring the money on a non-disclosure slip. If you put anything on the slip, I will kill you right away. Okay?

Yes.

One person will go.

but.

What?

One merchant asked.

What if the one going escapes?

Chung Myung laughed.

What good would running away do?

Do you people have money now?

No.

And your businesses have been confiscated?

Yes.

Then what good will running and escaping even do? If you want to at least get something, you should come back, right?

then what if they report to the government

Try it.

Chung Myung gently raised his leg and hit the floor.

Thud!

The ground beneath them cracked.

Report it, but dont come back with them. Run to the end of the world because I will capture that bastard even if I die. So dont think of coming back.

The merchants gave up on the report too.

Thinking about it, their families were here. They couldnt just run away and leave them,

Go.

yes.

Mount Hua was a benevolent sect.

However, there was one reason why the merchants were unhappy. Mount Hua was benevolent, but not everyone who lived in Mount Hua was.

On that day, before the sun even had a chance to set, a masked man with a money slip as thick as a book climbed Mount Hua with joy and excitement. The wealth made from the sweat and tears of many people was silently stored in a greedy warehouse.