Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Chap 715

𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒌. 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒌. 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒌.

The tip of the brush moved nonstop over the white paper. Sometimes he wrote letters in magnificent handwriting, and sometimes he drew a moving human figure that seemed to come alive at any moment.

Compared to the hands that were moving at an incredible speed, the body of the person holding the brush hardly moved, as if it were a stone statue.

He just stared at the words that he had written with half-open eyes.

The man's hand, which had been writing for a long while, stopped abruptly. He then slowly opened his mouth .

“… … I… .”

The man's serious face collapsed in an instant. He turned his head to look out the window.

“Didn't I ask you not to disturb me when I am working? It is something that requires concentration.”

“What, man? Did I speak, did I kick you! I just passed by and took a breath, why are you annoyed?”

“If I had stayed still, you would have yelled again! Or just bang in the door to come in!”

“But when will you let me in? It seems that even the head of the coward who is sitting in the corner writing martial tomes nowadays has gone thicker, huh?”

“… … Please come in.”

“Tsk.”

Chung Myung opened the window and came inside.

“… … Please go through the door.”

“It’s closer here.”

Chung Jin let out a deep sigh, gently folded the secret book and put it aside. It was to keep that b*stard from paying attention.

“What brings you here?”

“Jangmun sahyung told me to get some books. Look. This."

He tossed the scroll he was holding. When Chung Jin picked it up and opened it, his eyes slightly twitched for a moment.

“Aren’t these things just right here, sahyung, just come and get them instead of standing there! Why are you giving this to me?”

“You mean I have to find it? Me?!”

Chung Jin rubbed his head and let out a cry inside.

Okay. He was right.

It's also funny that Chung Myung, the second-in-command of Mount Hua, who is recognized by the realm, went to the library and looked for martial tomes like this. But if that's the case, then just send the kids to do it! How many disciples are under him!

Why do you have to keep looking for someone who is already busy as f*ck?

“Then why me… … !”

“You’re in charge of managing the manuals.”

“… … .”

Right. That's right. Yes, nothing is wrong!

But you crazy b*stard! Does anyone go to the Continental Bank just to exchange a ten-nyang slip for a cheque!

Chung Jin really wondered how to change the concept in Chung Myung’s head.

'No, if it could be changed, it would have changed 30 years ago.'

Chung Jin let out a deep sigh, put the scroll down beside him and looked at Chung Myung with cloudy eyes.

“I will bring it for you, so leave for now, sahyung.”

“You have to do it quickly.”

"I already know."

“Ah, you have to hurry! Or Jangmun sahyung will come ask me again! If you don’t want to be criticized while being this old?"

“How can I not know that! Right now, at this age, I'm eating curse words to death!”

Chung Myung's head twisted.

“Are you okay?”

“… … That's not it.”

“Be careful. I’ll be watching you.”

Chung Jin secretly wiped the water from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

This is not something to blame for Chung Myung. Isn't Chung Myung originally that kind of person? You shouldn't curse at a dog barking, and you shouldn't get angry at a rooster crowing every morning. So, he couldn’t blame Chung Myung.

'Why did Brother Jangmun have to leave this to Brother Chung Myung!'

Brother Jangmun was the biggest problem.

Even though he knew that if he ordered Brother Chung Myung to work, he would inevitably get into trouble, he still made him work steadily to make him a human! If those efforts can really turn Chung Myung into a human, then a cow can also turn into a dragon!

“But what are you writing?”

“Huh… … . This is the new martial arts for the children.”

"Huh? What else did you make?”

“… … Nope. It's just a slight variation. The existing martial arts are a little inefficient, so I modified the Falling Petal Sword a little.”

“Whenever this b*stard is bored, you’ll do stuffs that go against the Ancesor’s Will (欺師滅祖) huh. Fix it again?”

“… … Martial arts that do not develop are dead martial arts. It was you who said I had to keep revising and perfecting it, right?”

“It sucks. Gimme that. Let me see what you have done.”

“No, I know… … .”

"Hey."

𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩.

“Bring it here.”

In the end, Chung Jin could only lower his head, weakly handing the book he was writing to Chung Myung.

After accepting the salary, Chung Myung slurped the books that were not yet ink-dry. And he left a very brief comment.

“It’s shit.”

“… … Did you see anything?”

“This level of martial arts, I just need a glance to know it. Why’re you making it a kid's joke like this?”

" ‘Kid’s joke’?! What the f-…!"

Seeing Chung Jin widen his eyes, Chung Myung just gently raised a finger. Then, Chung Jin gently lowered his eyes.

“Look here, look! Here, you b*stard! Instead of straightening the sword here, you have to twist it to generate force! It's been decades since you ate rice in Mount Hua, and you still can't do your job properly?”

“… … Sahyung."

Chung Jin let out a deep sigh with a sad face.

“I’m not a fool. Did you think I don’t know that twisting there would be more powerful?”

"Yes."

"No! I know it! I know!”

“Why the f*ck are you screaming!”

Right at the moment Chung Myung had raised his leg, Chung Jin quickly fell flat on the floor. Chung Myung's feet cut through the air, making a popping sound.

“What? You dodged it?"

“Pleas- please sahyung, let’s talk with words, with words!”

“Eh this bra-… … .”

“I- I’ll tell Brother Jangmun?”

“… … You’re lucky this time.”

Only then did Chung Myung recover his leg. Chung Jin could only rub his teary eyes.

'What the hell are ghosts doing?'

No. The ghosts must have already come. But they were beaten like a pulp by Chung Myung, so they ran the shit out away.

Neither people nor ghosts would be able to do anything about this ridiculous being called ‘Taoist’.

Chung Jin looked at the grumbling Chung Myung and said.

"Sahyung."

"Yes?"

“I can’t fix it like you said.”

“You can’t? Then let me help you with some beatings.”

“No no, listen to the end! That’s why sahyung's martial arts can not be passed on in Mount Hua!”

"What?"

Chung Jin let out a deep sigh and added an explanation.

“As sahyung said, if you twist the sword there, the power will definitely increase. However, in the midst of rotating the body to create dazzling sword qi, not anyone can add power by twisting the wrist correctly.”

“So you have to do it.”

"No. That’s why you shouldn't do it. The martial arts of Mount Hua do not exist for people like sahyung.”

"Why me?"

Chung Jin’s face gradually distorted when seeing Chung Myung listen but still not understand.

“Because people like sahyung will know how to improve and change by yourselves! In the first place, this manual is not for those who understand and can improve it like sahyung, but for those who are not capable of self-correction and want to become stronger just by following it!”

“… … .”

“So wake up, sahyung. Your name will never be recorded in the history of Mount Hua.”

“Is this swearing?!”

"Hand! Put your hand down! No, just because I told you to put your hand down, don’t raise your feet!”

Chung Jin, who managed to calm down after struggling for a long time, said with a tired face.

“Sahyung, aren’t you a strong person anyway?”

"I'm a bit strong."

“… … It is not a compliment.”

Chung Myung glared at him, but Chung Jin shook his head and continued.

“Because of sahyung’s personality, you’re not going to visit other clans and fight, and with the character of Brother Jangmun, he will not go around and babble about sahyung’s skills. So in the end, you will only be treated as a swordsman who performed well in Mount Hua.”

“… … uh? Is that so?”

As Chung Myung tilted his head in a daze, Chung Jin shouted with an upset face.

“That’s why I told you to go out and play around! Why are you only staying here hitting us? If you can beat everyone out there with your skills, would you become one of the three greatest swordsmen in the world? Have you ever heard of that?”

“I did hit them.”

“Hit them in front of others, in front of others!”

“But this is really my nature. Absolutely honest.”

Chung Jin shrank his neck in surprise. Then he thought:

That oblivious human being has grown old and calmed down a bit. If it was the old days, his shoes would have already been stuck in his mouth.

"Sahyung."

"Yes?"

“I am weaker than sahyung.”

“No. You are not only weaker than me, but you are the weakest in the Chung-line disciples.”

“… … Anyway.”

His eyes, looking at Chung Myung, sank somewhat seriously.

“But in the history of Mount Hua, my name will remain, not sahyung’s. The disciples will learn martial arts that I created, and make Mount Hua a better place.”

At those words, even Chung Myung could only stay silent.

“This is how I repay Mount Hua's favor. So!"

“… … .”

“I beg you, sahyung, please grow up and do something for the disciples.”

"Hey, let me ask you. If someone invades Mount Hua right now, who will stop them? That’s why I have been living with patience for time like that.”

“Who dares to attack?”

When Chung Jin clicked his tongue, Chung Myung felt like his anger had soared to his head.

“If someone invades and destroys Mount Hua, what use is that secret manual! There must be today to have a tomorrow!”

“Then I’ll just pack all my manuals and run away. Whether you’re alive or not.”

“What, you b*stard?”

“Don’t get angry, you should praise me. Even without sahyung, Mount Hua will live on. However, if Mount Hua’s martial arts cease, everything will be meaningless even if you survive.”

“I can teach them.”

“… … The current sahyung is not possible.”

“… … .”

Chung Jin shook his head, his eyes slightly darkened.

"Sahyung. In any case, if something happens to me or Brother Jangmun, it is you who will have to restore Mount Hua. Not someone else.”

“This crazy punk? You're talking nonsense.”

“I said ‘if’ though.”

Chung Jin muttered as if having trouble, then stared directly at Chung Myung.

“So remember. Not everyone can become someone like sahyung. And there's nothing wrong with that either. However, as long as sahyung does not cut off the pulse of those who are inferior to you, one day another person like sahyung will appear in Mount Hua.”

“… … .”

“That is what transmission is. It doesn’t just mean making disciples stronger right away.”

Chung Myung looked at Chung Jin for a while, then picked his ears with a sad face.

“Alright. I got it.”

“… … leg."

"What?"

"No. Nothing."

Even though he knew that it wouldn't mean much to talk about this to Chung Myung, Chung Jin had no choice but to talk about it to him.

“So even if you die, I will live somehow. When the day comes when my life is in danger, I will immediately run away with my precious manuals.”

"But if they come in while you're outside, how will you take it?"

“Huh! That's why I always carry important things with me."

Chung Jin untied his clothes, revealing the pile of books wrapped around his stomach like a belly. Chung Myung slightly frowned.

“… … It looks like armor?”

“By the way.”

Chung Myung smiled.

“Don’t be ridiculous, brat. The world will remember the name of Mount Hua’s Greatest Sword, what kind of history do you leave your name on?”

“Just wait and see. The world will remember me. And people like sahyung will be completely forgotten.”

“… … This b*stard really asks for some beatings.”

“Ah! Sahyuuunnng!”

“You’re dead today. You b*stard!"

Chung Jin's scream pierced the hall, but no one who heard it ran there.

“It’s started again.”

"I know."

Mount Hua’s disciples shook their heads as if losing interest, then quickly scattered to do their own thing.

A high, shrieking scream ran through the rugged peaks of Mount Hua, just like many other days.

* * *

𝘛𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘬. 𝘛𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘬.

Chung Myung lifted his body, staring blankly at the blazing bonfire in front of him.

His gaze slowly shifted to the side. Mount Hua's disciples, including Baek Cheon, were asleep around the fire.

Chung Myung looked at them silently for a while, then raised his gaze.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes again. The sky tonight was dense of stars as if they were about to pour out.

 

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦.

Chung Jin.

You were wrong.

The world doesn’t remember you nor me.

Don't be too sad though.

Because I remember.

'Cause I still remember you.’

Chung Myung covered his face with trembling hands, his shoulders shook slightly.

Yu Yi-seol slowly opened her eyes, silently looked at his trembling back, then quietly closed her eyes again.

That night, there was only the sound of insects chirping from nowhere.