Chapter 421

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‘Are you from hell…?’

No, they're monks and Taoist.….

"What the hell is going on, Somunju-nim?"

"…Let's just go in and talk, Elder Wu."

"Yes….Yes!"

Kkkiiik! Kkkiiik!

A wet cart entered the Yuryong Sect with a ghostly, grim noise.

And.

Kwadang!

As soon as they entered the Yuryong Sect, those who were pulling carts dropped the iron rods all at once and fell to the ground.

“… … I beg you... … a meal… … .”

"…That demon! I……."

"Why is this freaking sect built deep in a mountain and valley!"

Baek Chun screamed with his eyes wide open. Du Yuncan flinched at the terrifying force and shrugged his neck.

"…I'm sorry. Yuryong Sect doesn't really want to be knownto the outside world."

"Keueung.”

Baek Chun fell on the ground as if he had no answer.

Watching them squirm in the rain, there was no other defeated soldier like them.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Everyone's so weak."

"That bastard...?”

"Kill. He's really killing me, that one!”

Amid a flurry of resentment, Chung Myung jumped out of the cart and took the bottle in his hand to his mouth. Then, after a long time of drinking the liquor, he wiped his mouth with the sleeve.

"How far do you think we’ve come? It's not that far yet, you fools."

Baek Chun stretched out into a wide position and looked up at the sky as if he didn't have the energy to stand up.

'Crazy. It's crazy.'

They have traveled two thousand and five hundred li from Shaanxi to here. An ordinary person would be in danger of losing his life if he walks barefoot.

Even if they were uninhabited, their bodies could not be left behind as they had been carrying the Everlasting Metal on an iron wagon on such a road.

What's more...

'I can see why people don't make carts out of iron.’

A wagon is basically an object that needs to be maintained and oiled. However, everyone who accompanied them on this journey only knew how to punch, only the incompetents who were of no use in everyday life.

Therefore, they had no choice but to forcefully pull the cart, which made them become stiffer and duller as they went on.

"… Sahyung. I feel like I'm going to die."

"I'm already dead.”

"I want to kill."

Even Yoo Iseol, a training enthusiast, glared at Chung Myung and gritted her teeth.

Chung Myung, however, received that kind of attention with his whole body, but remained nonchalant and just casually drank alcohol.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Where can you use such a weak frame!"

"Bone? Bone? Your bone must be quite one. Let's see how long you can hold out... … !”

Ppoong!

"Aaaaakh!"

Baek Chun, who jumped to Chung Myung, was kicked on his butt and flew to the corner.

‘That person is also very persistent.’

‘Or maybe stupid.’

It was questionable how he could be consistent as he was beaten and dropped after rushing for a long time.

"Somunju-nim."

"Yes, Dojang."

“Still, it seems like they’ve had a hard time, the kids… … . No, let my Sahyung wash their body first.”

"I'll get you some hot water right away."

"Hehe. Thank you."

Du Yuncan spoke quickly to Wu Changsong.

"Prepare warm water and a meal. Right now!"

"Y- Yes! Somunju-nim."

It was Wu Changsong that thought that Somunju has brought strange things.

"Haaaaaa...….”

"Ughhhh…….”

A Heavenly groan leaked out of Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol’s mouths, immersing themselves in a hot bath.

"Thi- This is paradise."

“I think I’m going to live a little now.”

Jo-Gol, who stepped out of the bath, frowned. His feet were swollen and all the skin was about to come off.

"Really…… I thought I was going to die this time."

"Yes, I didn't expect to see hell just to pull a cart."

Eventually, he realized that the important thing was not the kind of training, but the intensity.

‘That's why Chung Myung is crazy.’

They didn't expect him to send a martial artists to the destination simply by pulling the cart.

"Fuhaaa!"

Then Baek Chun, who had been bubbling in the water for a long time, rose up.

Chwaak.

When he tilted his head, his wet hair tumbled backward.

At the sight, Jo-Gol hesitated for a moment.

"…what should I say.”

There was a strange sense of incompatibility as Baek Chun with long, thick hair and Hye Yeon's head, which was smooth without a thing, were seen side by side on the water.

Baek Chun smiled and looked at Hye Yeon.

"Haha. Hye Yeon……. Mo- Monk! You can't sleep here! You could die!"

He hurriedly reached out and pulled up Hye Yeon's head, which was submerged in the water.

"No, the monk's head!"

"How rude!"

Hye Yeon, who was dragged out of the water like an octopus, shook his head a few times and opened his mouth with difficulty.

“… … Have the people of Mount Hua always practiced this kind of training?”

"Uh……."

"This is normal."

“Honestly, it’s because we came here in a hurry. Wasn’t it harder the last time we went to Yunnan?”

"Ei, Sasuk, we've got to take into account that we've gotten stronger than back then."

"Oh, really?"

Hye Yeon shook his head as he heard it.

‘I was wondering how they got so strong.’

He has already seen them train a few times in Xian, but it was in actuality just a drop in the bucket. It's weird not to be strong if they train people like this. If they don't get strong, then they'll die.

Hye Yeon peeked at Yoon Jong.

His chest muscles, which were exposed above the water, looked as hard as an iron plate.

'I'm ashamed.'

These people are swordsmans, while he is a monk who uses fist.

It's not necessary to think about who should train the body harder, is it?

But even Yoon Jong, who was seemingly the skinniest of Mount Hua's disciples, had a stronger body than Hye Yeon.

It was embarrassing remembering that he thought that he was second to none in terms of physical training.

"By the way, where did Chung Myung go?"

"He washed up and went out.”

"Why is he in such a hurry...…?”

Jo-Gol shrugs his shoulders.

"We can rest now, but Chung Myung says this is just the beginning."

"Oh……."

Yoon Jong pouted out his mouth.

"That d*mn thing always makes people speechless.”

"…I agree."

Mount Hua's disciples sighed in unison.

It was hard to bring in a cart made of iron. It goes without saying when the person on the top of the cart has increased its weight by demonstrating Chun Geunchu (천근추(千斤錘)).

However, no matter how difficult it was, it couldn't be more difficult than using the Chun Geunchu all the way from Shaanxi to here.

Baek Chun shook his head and opened his mouth.

"And then he went straight to work."

"…isn't he a real nutcase?"

Everyone's eyes turned toward the bathroom door.

"……there's still a long way to go."

Baek Chun's murmurs were representing the feelings of all of them.

* * *

“What do you mean? Transportation?”

Wu Changsong looked at Somunju with a face of absurdity.

“Are you going to use the disciples as a porter now?”

"That's true."

"Somunju-nim!"

When Wu Changsong's voice became furious, Chung Myung, who was sitting across from him, shook his bottle slightly.

"Now, now. Don't get too hot."

Wu Changsong turned a sharp look at Chung Myung.

"What are you sitting here for? You seem a Mount Hua's young disciple!"

"Ah, I....”

"Elder Wu."

At that moment, Du Yuncan reached out quickly and grabbed Wu Changsong by the shoulder.

"What?"

"…Watch your mouth."

‘Unless you want to die.’

Of course, the latter words were just whispered silently, but it wasn't Wu Changsong who couldn't recognize it.

'......what is it?'

‘Threat?’

‘No, it's not a threat. Is this a warning?’

Wu Changsong's eyes turned to Chung Myung again.

‘Does that mean this young disciple is that dangerous?’

Something incomprehensible was happening one after another.

Then Chung Myung grinned.

"I'm young, but don't worry, I've been entrusted with full authority on this matter by my Sect Leader. Every word I say will be Mount Hua's will."

"How am I supposed to believe that...….”

"Oh, by the way, I'm here with Somunju-nim. You don’t believe in Somunju-nim’s words?"

Wu Changsong looked at Du Yuncan and Chung Myung alternately and sighed quietly.

"… it’s not like that."

"That's fine, then."

When Chung Myung shrugged, Wu Changsong closed his mouth as if he had nothing to say.

"Somunju-nim."

"Hum, I see, Dojang."

Du Yuncan nodded and began to explain what had happened to Wu Changsong.

Wu Changsong, who had been silent for a while even after the explanation, looked at Du Yuncan with a gloomy eye.

"I see what you mean. I think that makes sense. I also understand why Somunju-nim brought them here."

"Oh?"

Chung Myung looked at Wu Changsong with new eyes.

‘I thought he wouldn’t back off and keep saying no anyway, but he is someone who can be communicated with?’

"But Somunju-nim. I think one thing bothers me. It's only natural that the sect's finances are important, but a sect, who are only blinded by them, can't eventually spread far away."

“… … Well. That is also true.”

"If the disciples waste time carrying things, they will have less time to train. The time they've wasted doesn't come back. After you have saved up enough money, you will have already missed the most important time to practice.”

"Humm."

Du Yuncan, who heard it, nodded his head as if it had a point.

Chung Myung clicked his tongue inside.

‘Why are your ears so thin?’

You're absolutely right, you are also absolutely right.

‘If you are a Munju, you must have determination!’

If that gentleman had climbed the sect and led the Yuryong Sect, Chung Myung could see what would have happened.

Come to think of it.

If he was a talented person with both ability and determination, he would have been able to resolve the internal strife within the sect not for long.

"Tsk."

Chung Myung looked at the two and clicked his tongue. He felt like he had to sort this out.

"So what the Elder says is...….”

"Hm?"

“Are you saying you’re worried that your training won’t go well?”

"That's right."

"As long as it's settled, there's nothing wrong with this?”

"Who doesn't like money? There's no reason to disagree if we can train properly. But aren't the two matters incompatible?"

"Why isn't it compatible?"

"……Huh?"

Chung Myung grinned.

"All I have to do is prove that it is compatible, right?”

"……huh?"

Wu Changsong tilted his head. Chung Myung smiled with a shrug.

"Hehe. Don't worry. I'll show you for sure."

Somehow, the evil-looking smile made Du Yuncan's heart sink. He must have made a mistake.

He closed his eyes and murmured to himself what he had not said.

'Elder Wu, you made a mistake.’

Now that he knew to some extent what kind of character Chung Myung was, it seemed that the sad future of the Yuryong Sect had unfolded in advance.

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