Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Chap 961

“Gwanpyeong!”

Namgung Myung injected his innate Qi into the man who was losing consciousness.

"a little bit… … . Hold on a little longer!”

The condition of the wounded is getting worse. Physical injuries were serious, but the biggest problem was that they were losing their will to live.

'Cause they've lost hope.

“The Young Patriarch will surely come to bring reinforcements. So just a little bit! Just hold on a little longer!”

Namgungmyung said as if he was shouting his throat out.

The energy of the Dantian has already been exhausted. Sweat poured down his whole body as he forced herself to squeeze even a little more of his energy. But the situation in Gwanpyeong only got worse.

“Didn’t I tell you to hold out! This rotten brat!”

In the end, an angry cry escaped from Namgungmyung's mouth.

He let go of Gwanpeong's dantian and grabbed him by the collar.

“Didn’t you see it clearly with those eyes! How did the Patriarch go! Why did the elders risk their lives!”

“… … .”

Gwanpyeong's eyes, which had been loosening, suddenly returned to focus.

"Are you going to make their deaths a dog's death! They gave up their lives to save you! Then shouldn't you at least hold on, you motherf*ckers!”

Namgungmyung's desperate cry was like a scream. Both the wounded who were losing consciousness and those caring for them hung their heads down and swallowed tears.

Gwanpyeong's gaze, which had been looking at the distant sky with unfocused eyes, moved with difficulty and reached Namgung Myung.

"Squad… leader… … .”

His dry, chapped lips parted open.

"Young… Patriarch… … . he... will... .”

"Right!"

Namgung Myung hurriedly grabbed Gwanpyeong's hand.

“He will definitely come! He will definitely come back to find a solution! So hold on a little longer! Grind your teeth and hold on!”

Obviously nothing has changed.

It was just that the lips that had been weakly parted were tightly closed. It's still not in good shape, and neither is the situation. However, this small change was enough for Namgung Myung. Just because they don't let go of their will to live.

Namgung Myung gritted his teeth and raised his head.

“… … Everyone, don't forget why the patriarch risked his life."

Everyone's eyes become moldy.

“Those who watched his death with their own two eyes, those who live under the name of the Heavenly Namgung Family he wanted to protect, at least should not die shamefully! So, by all means, persevere until the Young Patriarch returns!”

"Yes!"

Namgung Myung bit his lip and looked up at the sky. It was because he felt like she would burst into tears if he looked at them for any longer.

Namgung, who lost the head of household and the elders, lost their focal point. Namgung Myung alone could not lead them. So, the only place to lean on is Namgung Dowi.

'Young Patriarch... … .'

He knew. That the expectations placed on him who was still young were too high and too harsh.

However, that is the fate of the person who will become the head of the Namgung Family.

'Please, as soon as possible... … .'

Namgungmyung's gaze turned to the vast land beyond the river. To the land where Namgung Dowi has set foot on.

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Whoosh!

A ray of light cuts through the dense forest.

Soon after, dozens of beams of light split the ground.

“Huff!”

A heavy breath escaped from Zhao Gai's mouth.

He is an elder of the Gaibang Union, so he himself was confident in his own Qinggong. However, he was only chasing those who were running now.

The Gaibang’s beggars who came with him have long since fallen behind and become invisible.

'This, this... … .'

Of course, circumstances have to be taken into account. Zhao Gai took Namgung Dowi with all his might and ran all the way to Wuhan, exhausting all his stamina.

But… … .

'Didn't they also go back and forth between Wuhan and Jiujiang today?'

But they could still run at this speed?

Zhao Gai's eyes turned to the man in front of him. It was Baekcheon who was running with her unconscious Namgung Dowi on his back.

Whoosh!

Every time Baekcheon's feet hit the ground, his body moved forward, but there was not even the slightest movement in his upper body. He is trying hard to avoid shaking Namgung Dowi, who is deeply injured, as much as possible.

“How is he?”

“… … Not good."

When Baekcheon asked quietly, Tang So-so, who was checking the condition of Namgung Do-wi, gave a small answer.

“He lost too much blood.”

Dang So-so bit her lip slightly.

Namgung Dowi suffered several severe wounds that required immediate rest. Dragging such a person to the battlefield? From a physiciain's point of view, this was crazy.

But… … .

'I can't.'

Tang Soso is a physician, but she is also a martial artist. That's why he could understand Namgung Dowi's position. Those who are like his family are waiting for death under the enemy's blade, but you told him to leave them alone and stop here to get some peace?

If he dies, it doesn’t matter there is no way he could do that.

'But the condition... … .'

Dang So-so's gaze turned to Namgung Do-wi's bloodless face. The pulse is too faint and irregular. To the point where it wouldn't be strange to stop right now.

“Cough!”

At that time, Namgung Dowi, who was clearly unconscious, vomited blood. Dang Soso was startled and grabbed Baek Chun's shoulders.

“Sasuk! No more bunch... … .”

“Get out of the way.”

Just then, someone burst in and approached. When Dang So-so turned around, she saw Tang Gun-ak running to her side before she knew it.

She nodded and handed over Namgung Dow to Tang Gun-nak’s side.

"hmm."

After looking over Namgung Dowi for a moment, Tang Gunak's expression hardened slightly.

“Mount Hua’s Sword of Chivalry.”

Chung Myung, who had been running in the front with a nonchalant face, glanced back.

“The condition is very critical. At this rate, it wouldn’t be strange if he died on the way.”

“… … .”

“What are you going to do?”

Chung Myung replied as if he didn't even have to think about it.

“A soldier on the battlefield... … .”

The corners of his mouth twisted, revealing the white teeth.

"If he can die on someone else's back, that's a luxury."

It was a chillingly cold word. However, Tanggunak nodded as if he knew that.

“This is not an appropriate situation to use the pill of the Tang family. Do you happen to bring any pills or elixirs with you?”

Chung Myung's head turns toward Hyun Jong. Then Hyun Jong opened his mouth without delay.

“Hyun Young!”

“Yes, Sect Leader!”

“Bring the Yasodan here.”

"Yes."

Currently, there are only a few Yasodan left in Mount Hua. This is because exchanges with Yunnan were cut off in the middle of their gate closure, so materials could not be supplied.

That's why this pill is so important. It's because you don't know what will happen on the road they are running on, and one grain of this sugarcane may be able to save one more disciple of Mount Hua.

However, Hyun Jong, who gave the order, and Hyun Young, who received the order, did not show any hesitation. Hyun Young took out the cutlery from his chest and held it out to Tanggunak without delay.

"Ugh!"

Taking the wooden box, Tang Gun-nak immediately opened the lid. A sweet scent crossed his nostrils. It was no ordinary pill even at a glance. This is a precious thing that cannot be dismissed as a simple joke.

Tang Gun-ak nodded and pushed the Yasodan into the mouth of Namgungdowi who was on Baekcheon’s back.

After forcing him to swallow the pill by pointing to his blood pressure, he placed his hand on the back of Namgung Dowi, and began to breathe his energy into him.

Manipulating your energy while running is easier said than done. It was clear that if he made even the slightest mistake, it would be dangerous not only for Namgung Do-wi, but also for Tanggun-ak, who was trying to treat him.

However, Tanggunak's hand was bold.

Um um um!

As time passed, thick beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

The people around looked at the spectacle seriously. Exhausting one's inner strength to the point of sweating like this on the way to the battlefield would not be an easy decision to make.

It must mean that Tanggunak is also pouring his heart into saving Namgung Dowi’s life.

How much time has passed?

"Ugh… … .”

Finally, breath came pouring out of Tanggunak's mouth all at once.

“… … The dangerous hurdle has been passed. but… … If I overdo it here, even the Yasodan he ate will be useless. Right now, it’s just a connection that barely connected a pulse that seemed about to break.”

He said looking at Chung Myung.

He said it around, but in the end, it means that he can't guarantee his life if he overdoes it.

But Chung Myung didn't even blink an eye when he heard that.

“Are you going to take him anyway?”

When he asked again, Chung Myung smiled.

“Obviously.”

“… … I can't stop you anyway.”

Tang Gunak shook his head.

But he also had the same thoughts as Chung Myung. As a physician, he tried to hold him back once out of courtesy, but it would be the same if he was in Namgung Dowi’s position.

'Even if my limbs were cut off, I would crawl to the Yangtze River.'

There are things that are more important than life sometimes.

Tang Gunak's gaze slipped to Baekcheon.

Sect Leader Hyun Jong, who without hesitation gives out his sect’s precious pill to someone who is not a disciple of the sect, and Chung Myung, who drags a person who is about to die at any moment to the Yangtze River, are all great, but... … .

'The one who surprised me most is him.'

Baekcheon is running with the unconscious person on his back. It is not normal to maintain this speed with a person on your back, but it must have been surprising to have a sense of stability to the point of admiration while maintaining that speed.

Especially considering his young age. To the extent that he is astonished by Baek Cheon’s profound internal energy and delicate operation of Qi at the same time.

If Baekcheon hadn't been meticulously protecting Namgung Dowi, he wouldn't have even thought of treating him in this situation.

Tang Gunak looked around with new eyes.

The disciples of Mount Hua, who ran with all their might, with their eyes fixed on the front, all exuded a formidable pressure.

He had already confirmed the growth of Chung Myung with his own two eyes. What he felt in the spar was that Chung Myung still had not shown everything to him.

But… … .

'Rather, it might not have been Mount Hua’s Sword of Chivalry that we should pay attention to, but them.'

Suddenly, the distance between Mount Hua and Tang Family began to widen. The elite of the Tang family are having a hard time just following them.

Of course, Qinggong was not the yardstick for classifying high and low martial arts level, but clearly it still partly reflects their martial arts realm though.

Even while Tanggunak was thinking about so many things, Five Swords and Mount Hua's disciples were just heading their eyes forward with unwavering minds.

'Faster.'

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑚!

Baekcheon's feet kicked the ground.

If they are late and the Namgung Family is killed, all of this will go to nothing.

'I will never let that happen.'

Chivalry or whatsoever my ass, what does that even mean now?

Baekcheon just wanted to protect the desperateness of this warrior on his back.

If Mount Hua had been in the same situation, Baek Cheon would have been no different from Namgung Dowi.

'Do not worry. I will definitely take you to the Yangtze River!'

Baekcheon gritted his teeth and shouted like roaring.

“Faster! Don't be late!”

"Yes!"

Whoosh!

The swordsmen of Mount Hua, accompanied by Namgung Dowi, quickly dashed forward.

But… … Still, time indiscreetly passed.

Finally, the sun of the fifth day that Jang Ilso had spoken of gradually rose over the Yangtze River.