Chapter 253

 Previous Chapter                                                                  Next Chapter

Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 253. I Dug My Own Grave. (3)

"Huuh."

Un Gak, who finished cleaning up the Medicine Hall, wiped his forehead with his sleeve.

The place that used to be crowded all the time has become quieter, and now it even feels a little bit eerie.

'It was amazing.'

"Huh?"

Un Gak tilted his head slightly.

‘Hohoho.’

Was it really a dream? I can't see the pot...….

"……."

Un Gak's eyes grew as big as a lantern. Then a cold sweat began to pour like a waterfall.

"Whe-Where did the Hancheol pot go?"

The panicked Un Gak freaked and ran out of the hall!

"A thieeeeeeef!"

* * *

"I!"

Kkang!

"Doing this!"

Kkaang!

"How many times do I have to do this?"

Kkaaang!

Chung Myung trembled and slammed the pot.

"Keuhh.”

Is this what a person should do?

Dig again, fill it up and dig again.

Bend what they cut out, then straighten it back and stick it back together.

If a dog was trained like this, it will bite its owner. Chung Myung is a human being. But Chung Myung doesn't even own himself. (The raw is 그런데 심지어 청명은 물 주인도 없다.)

"Kuhh."

He sighed deeply and smacked the pot.  He has brought all the taken Everlasting Metal inside, so he just needs to straighten the pot and stick it together.

"Aigoo, such a fate is mine."

With this, Mount Hua will take another step again... … . No, it's nice to be able to take two or three steps forward, but there's too much to do along the way.

‘First of all, this pot!’

"It's d*mn hard! For real!"

Kkaaang!

It need not a long time when he cut it with a sword, but when he punch it to straighten it, it took much time.

"Okay. It's over."

Chung Myung sighed and looked up, as he had barely finished straightening the pot. When he brings a pot that has now become a round iron plate through the round hole, it fits perfectly.

Of course, it's just the beginning.

“I want to enjoy wealth and glory.”

He placed his hand where the iron plate was placed.

Paaat!

It's not long before a tremendous amount of heat comes out of his hands. The Everlasting Metal, which is indescribably hard, melts little by little and becomes soft. He rubbed the part together with great enthusiasm.

"Aigoo, my back."

It's not that difficult to make Samadhi Purification Fire, but it was a separate matter to get all of this Everlasting Metal together. (Previously Samadhi Dvesa Fire.)

"I'm even doing this, you damned offspring!"

Of course, it was none other than him who cut off the Everlasting Metal, but...…  It was a plea to let such trifles slide.

"Uoooh!"

As much as the light in his eyes lit up, the fire from his hands grew wildly.

"For God's sake, Mount Hua! I'll make you the world's best sect!"

Otherwise, there is no place to relieve this injustice.

"Puaat!"

Chung Myung, who has crawled up to the ground and finally filled up the dugout, looked around with glistening eyes.

"I have gone through such hardships, but they sleep so peacefully now..."

‘Huh?’

‘They’re not sleeping?’

Chung Myung tilted his head at the trembling soil.

Urgent movement is felt here and there in Mount Hua. Everyone was sleeping when he came in, but why all of a sudden...….

"Look thoroughly around you!"

"The elders are already searching at the bottom of the mountain, so we just need to look around here. The thief might be hiding, so make sure you spotted him! Definitely!"

"……."

Chung Myung grinned at the distant voice.

'You noticed it quickly.'

Well, now that the pot is gone, it will only go to cause an uproar.

Is that a normal pot? It is a pot made of Everlasting Metal that wouldn’t be exchanged even with the same amount of gold the pot worth.

They couldn't sell it because they had to make Jasodan next time, so they left it, to be sold...….

"No! Tch!"

Chung Myung, who realized something, clicked his tongue.

So, is it mean that he has to do that again if he wants to make a Jasodan next time?

"You'd better kill me, you guys!"

Why didn't he think of that?  Damn!

Chung Myung, who sighed deeply, circled helplessly. What can he do? Since the situation has already become like this. But it doesn't mean that there's any other way.

"… can't be helped."

And he started to run out of Mount Hua. Anyway, he has done everything he needs to do, so he'll have to come back tomorrow morning.

'Still, since I'm going through a lot of hardship, you all too will have to suffer.'

Seeing it like that, seems to relax his mind a bit.

It was at that moment when Chung Myung, who was walking leisurely, was about to cross Mount Hua's wall.

"Who are you!"

"Oh?"

Chung Myung turns his head.

‘Did you find my footsteps?'

He doesn't know who it is, but he has to give him a compliment...….

‘Huh?’

Seeing the face of the person exposed under the moonlight, Chung Myung raised his eyes in surprise.

‘Baek Sang Sasuk?’

He can't help but admire it.

If it were Baek Sang in the past, he wouldn't notice it even if Chung Myung walked in front of his eyes.

But, perhaps because of Jasodan, Baek Sang, detected Chung Myung's tail.

"Oh, I praise you who able to find me...…."

"Here! Here! There's a thief here!"

"……."

No, that bastard has a dirty temperament.

Hey, dude! Hah?

When we meet at a place like this, we should like, "Oh? Let's set the mood, huh.”

‘Ha. That's why things don't work these days. When I was young, there was romance! Romance!
‘
Whether it was romantic or not, the moment Baek Sang shouted, the disciples with their swords drawn from all over Mount Hua began to run like dogs. Then, in an instant, they surrounded Chung Myung.

"Oh? You respond quickly?"

‘They got a lot of energy, too?’

He feels something of unknown pride.

'Kuh, I've raised them this far.'

Now, they can beat most sects without Chung Myung.

If he put them back together with those bastards right now, wouldn't it be possible to put them down on the ground and get on top of them? (Maybe it refers to Ten Great Sect.)

Chung Myung looked at Mount Hua's disciples with mixed emotions and cleared his throat.

Right, it's not bad to regain their confidence at this point.

"Hum, the spirit of Mount Hua's disciples is within my expectation...…."

"What does that thief bastard saying?"

"You're shaking your leg, aren't you? Does the thief have such a mouth?"

"Do you think this situation is a joke? Do you need to get your head swollen to get a hold of yourself?"

"……."

‘Uh...’

‘You guys... uh...….’

‘Hahahaha.’

‘Sahyung.’

‘I now understand why Sahyung told me to keep my mouth shut.’

It's not about the bad manners or unbecoming. (The raw is 흑도 and 파락호)

It's fun when he does it, but it's annoying when others do it.

Chung Myung pressed down the slightly rising anger.

"No, I...…."

"Should we cut his arm?"

"Then he will be running away. Legs. Let's cut the leg."

"I've sharpened my sword, good coincidence. This bastard knew the layout of Mount Hua. If Chung Myung was here, he wouldn't see another day. He is lucky."

"……."

‘Is that praising me? Or are you cursing?’

Chung Myung let out a low cough.

"Today, I'm going to step down because the situation is not good for me. Mount Hua's disciples...…."

"No, is that bastard joking with us now?"

"Leave him alone, he'll come to his senses if he was beaten like a dog."

"Hey, come here, come here. Don't cry and come here."

‘No, these bastards?’

Blood vessels sprang up on Chung Myung's forehead.

‘Did these bastard know who I am...…. Oh, they can't know. Anyway, what are they doing in front of me?’

"…let me go when I'm talking nicely. If you don't want to die." (Other mtl says hell.)

"Oh, no. We're going to die, guys."

"Tsk tsk tsk. I think there's something wrong with his mind."

"Don't bully the poor man, and beat him quickly."

Crunch.

Chung Myung clenched his fist.

'Ah, it's my fault.'

‘I didn't teach these bastards humility.’

Although it is a very busy situation, how can one be called a good man if they neglect to teach their descendants? Even if they are busy....

Crack. Crack.

Chung Myung snapped his neck violently.

'I can blow the head once and go.'

Then they'll be more humble, right?

"Right, so let's fight, okay?"

"What do you mean, dude? You're dead."

"Ha... haha. Yes."

Who will?

Chung Myung's eyes overturned.

That's not gonna be me, though!

It was the moment Chung Myung was about to rush at them like a bolt.

"Get out of the way."

Everyone stopped their actions and turned around at the sound of a voice from behind.

"It's Sasuk!"

"Baek Chun Sahyung!"

"Sahyung is here!"

It was like children who found their father in the midst of a fight. Then suddenly, they gave Chung Myung a pitiful look.

'Ah. This is how it feels.'

Usually, those pitiful eyes went that way, not this way.

Baek Chun Sasuk.

‘You worked so hard. I'll go easy on you today.’

Baek Chun slowly stepped forward with Jo-Gol, Yoon Jong, and Yoo Iseol. Then he opened his mouth with his eyes half-closed.

"How dare you make a mess of the night’s peace. You intrude Mount Hua...… carelessly……."

Baek Chun tilts his head.

‘What?’

He feels something off.

No, it's obviously a thief. That black night suit and black hoodie... …

"Tha-Tha… that?"

It feels like he has seen him many times, that one.

‘No! That crazy bastard!’

He is going to beat up Mount Hua now.

No, is he really losing his mind?

Baek Chun, who recognized Chung Myung at a glance, freaked out and stepped back two steps.

“Sasuk? No, why……tha- that bastard!”

Jo-Gol freaked out and tried to say something but Yoon Jong quickly covered his mouth.

"It's not the person. It's not him."

Yoo Iseol's low voice was expressing their feelings.

‘No, why that bastard there?'

‘Are he really crazy? I thought it was peaceful because I couldn't see him for a few days. What were you thinking to appear like that?'

'Is that bastard a thief?'

…… then they should tell him to just steal it.

It was cheap. It's better to just give up everything and beg rather than to fight with that bastard.

Baek Chun rolled his eyes. They are familiar with that look, but other disciples didn't seem to have noticed Chung Myung's identity yet.

'Why aren't you going, you bastard!'

With Chung Myung's ability, getting out of here is not a hard task. But why is he holding on like that?

You damn primitive man! (The raw is 빌어먹을 원시천존이시여!)

‘Let's do it in moderation! Moderately! What do you mean by looking at me in this situation?’

Baek Chun, who was drowning in his agony, quickly adjusted his complexion.

"The… uh, that… thief... ...no, the thief. Hah, I can't do this."

"What? Sahyung……?"

"N-No...."

The bewildered looks of the disciple weren’t important.

Baek Chun gave Chung Myung a desperate wink.

‘Go!’

‘Huh?’

‘Go, you punk! Hurry up and go!’

‘What?’

Eyes don’t work.

'It's ruined.'

When Baek Chun groaned in despair as if he had fallen into the fire of hell, Yoon Jong quickly approached and stuck to his side.

'How do I do this?'

'What can I do? Why is that bastard doing that?'

'What the hell is that bastard doing for a day or two? Let's control the situation first.'

Yoon Jong quickly finished his thought.

The best solution, for now, is to create a reasonable excuse for Chung Myung to escape.

"I'll deal with it!"

Yoon Jong drew his sword vigorously.

‘I just have to swing the sword wide enough so that he can run away while pretending to be fighting.'

He's not an ignorant guy, so he'll run away on his own.

Yoon Jong, who had made up his mind, rushed forward without delay.

"Taaaaat! Prepare yourself, Chu... No! You bastard!"

While rushing in like that, he eagerly winked at Chung Myung.

‘Now, Chung Myung-ah. When I swing the sword, if you receive it and fly away...….'

Unfortunately, however, his eyes did not reach Chung Myung.

Suddenly, something comes close to his face. Then, it gradually grew closer as it dyed the world black.

Realizing that it was Chung Myung's fist that flew right in front of his nose, at that moment, he smiled happily.

‘You son of a gun.'

Pook!

"Aaaak!"

Yoon Jong bounced off twice as fast as he rushed. Flying far away, he soon got stuck on the floor and trembled.

The masked thief, therefore, shouted Chung Myung.

"How dare you use a sword? You are going to hell!"

"……."

After watching the whole scene, Baek Chun glanced up at the sky.

Sigh...

The sky is so clear.

It's making him cry.

"Hahaha. Then I'll go now. Keep your head above water,  Mount Hua's disciples. Hahahahaha!" (I’m not sure if this are correct translation. But google say it mean to avoid trouble.)

"……."

The masked man blew himself away with a burst of laughter.

"Go-Go after him!"

"Stop!"

Mount Hua's disciples, who have yet to grasp the situation, are scrambling to follow the thief.

Baek Chun smiled quietly as if he had emptied everything.

'I wish I could die.'

Or die.

Rotten bastard.

Previous Chapter                                                                  Next Chapter

Support me or just consider yourself being tricked by clicking the ads~

Or

Become one of my Patreon for access to 12 advance chapters. I update 2 chapters a day on there. But i could also skipped a day when things on my side became hectic. There will be mass release on end of the month, not more than half of advance chapter though, but this will be a routine at the end of the month. Mass release IS ON the web, not Patreon.

For Indonesian brother, you can use trakteer for advance chapter