Chapter 561

Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 561. Right, people should be consistent (1)

Editor: Hoamzz

Co-Translator: Xoxo

Seueueut! Seueueut!

"Oh……."

Seueueut! Seueueut!

Im Sobyong swallowed dry saliva. In a slightly blue-colored cauldron, a thick liquid of an indescribably mysterious color was bubbling.

And in front of it, a constant sound whenever Chung Myung stirred the pot. The expression was very sour, but it was clear that something was being made anyway.

"That……."

Im Sobyong, who glanced at Chung Myung's face, sneaked a word.

"How much longer do I have to do this…….”

"Water!"

"Yep!"

Im Sobyong ran like a shot incredibly fast as a sick man. Then, he quickly ran to the front of Chung Myung with a bottle of water.

“Here it is!”

But Chung Myung distorted his face as soon as he saw the bottle.

"Something cool, not this! Cool one with ice cubes!"

"I- Ice cubes?”

Perplexed Im Sobyong asked back reflexively. Then Chung Myung’s eyes glared fiercely.

"No, is this yangban want to screw up the elixir? Don't you know how important this is?"

"N- No! It can't be!”

"If the mixture is a little off, it will be ruined right away! Don't you want to cure your disease? Should I just flip it all over?"

"H- How can that be.”

"Run!"

"Yep!"

Im Sobyong ran off like a thunderbolt again.

After a while, he came back while sweating profusely. And in his hand was actually a bottle of ice-filled water.

“Hoo. Where did you get the ice from?”

“I, I dug it up from the cave down there! I asked the disciples to pick it up!"

“It’s quite far, but they got there quickly. Give it to me.”

"Here! Here it is."

Im Sobyong quickly held it out politely and Chung Myung shook the pot with one hand and took the bottle.

Then, without hesitation, he brought the bottle to his mouth.

Glug! Glug! Glug!

“…….”

"Keueueu! So cool!"

“…….”

Soul was scattered from the face of Im Sobyong, who was full of expectations.

‘Drink.... No, why did Dojang drink it…?’

‘I thought he was going to put it in the elixir...….’

"What?"

"It‘s nothing."

Im Sobyong forcibly pressed down the water that filled his eyes.

But Chung Myung's demands were never ending.

"Oh, I'm so hungry. I'm losing my energy."

"Would you like me to bring you some sweets?"

"No, this guy? Do you think I live on sweets every day?"

"… F- Forgive me….”

"Bring crackers too."

“…….”

Im Sobyong's cheeks began to tremble with deep irritation.

"What?"

"……No."

But what can he do? The guy with the sword is the one in charge.

The Chaos Origin Pill, which Chung Myung was making now, was the only way to cure his condition. The moment Chung Myung stopped with the manufacture of the medicine, Im Sobyong's life is also destroyed in one shot.

So he have to put up with it even if it's dirty and annoying.

‘If my disease get cured, I'll just...….’

"Oops! My hands slipped...….”

"Hiiiiik!”

At that moment, the pot tilted sideways. Surprised Im Sobyong threw his body and grabbed the pot with his whole body.

"B- Be careful!"

"Ah, is it because I'm hungry? There is no strength in my hands.”

"Keueue. W- Wait a minute! I'll be right back!"

"Ei, what's the rush? Take your time."

"What a dog……."

"What?"

"……No, nothing. I'll be right back!"

Im Sobyong stormed out again. Mount Hua’s disciples shook their heads as they watched him.

"He’s making the Nokrim King doing menial labor."

"… You can say that again. It's like he’s the Nokrim King himself."

In front of the Demonic Beast Chung Myung, the lofty name of North Sea Ice Clan and the notoriety of Nokrim were meaningless. At least for Chung Myung.

It felt strange to see Chung Myung, who casually being served by Nokrim King.

"Just why did he come to Mount Hua...….”

"Isn’t his life is in danger?”

"Sasuk, what will you choose between meeting Chung Myung or dying."

"……I'm just going to die.”

"Right?"

Everyone sighed deeply in sympathy with Im Sobyong's situation.

Hollow eyes.

Chapped lips.

Bloodless face.

“…….”

Im Sobyong, who is like a sick man...…. No, he was originally a sick man, but he collapsed in front of the pot with a much more sickly appearance.

On the other hand, Chung Myung, who is stirring the pot, has been drinking well and eating well that his face is shiny.

"Keueu, I'm thirsty again."

"…Here you are."

"Huh? Did you prepare it in advance?”

"……Yes, it's a drink that Dojang likes."

The fundamental question of whether it was okay to drink alcohol during the refinement had long since disappeared from Im Sobyong's mind. It is so pointless to question such a thing to a man named Chung Myung.

Chung Myung pursed his lips when he saw Im Sobyong's bottle.

"It should be cold. I like it cool."

"…Please wait.”

Im Sobyong grabbed the bottle with his trembling hands and pushed the chill in.

Then, frost formed in an instant in the bottle, and thin ice formed in the liquor.

"Here it is."

"Wow, that's convenient. It is indeed Three and Half Yin Severed Meridians. You have the cold at your disposal! It must be cool even in the middle of summer. That would be great."

“…….”

Chung Myung, who snatched the liquor bottle while talking roughly, put the bottle in his mouth. His Adam's apple moved loudly with a gulp.

"Wow! This is it! This is the taste!"

Im Sobyong just looked at the figure with a slightly narrowed eyes.

‘Just be bandit.’

‘I'll be the Taoist.’

Does Heaven have any thoughts? If they had, they would have made Chung Myung been born as a bandit and Im Soboyong as a Taoist.

Why did they deal a matter like this?

"…Anything else you need?"

“Um, what else could there be?”

Im Sobyong's eyes flinched at the sight of Chung Myung, who was lost in thought while moving his hands.

'Why...'

‘Why doesn't that damn elixir have no sign of completion?’

‘We've been on the refinement for three days! Continuously!’

Thanks to this, he hasn't slept for three days and is holding all kinds of help here!

"…Hey, Chung Myung Dojang."

"What?"

“Will it ever be completed……?”

"Good gracious!?"

Ge couldn't resist asking, but Chung Myung glared at him and made him nervous.

“Paddy must be cooked to become a proper rice! If you rush it, will it become a meal quicky? Is it because you are a bandit and only eats raw rice? You don't have much patience!"

‘……What kind of rice be boiled for three days? That's enough to burn the porridge.’

And bandit also makes rice...….

Then Chung Myung shrugged and said.

"Wait a little longer. I'm almost there."

"A- Are you sure?"

"Did you think I tricked you?"

“…….”

Tears filled Im Sobyong's eyes.

‘How did I...….’

The bandit, who had kept humanity's wisdom and loyalty unbecoming of a bandit, was learning life in the hands of a Taoist, the kind of Taoist he had never seen in his life.

"Eurachaaaa!"

It was that moment.

Even if he scams as much as he eats, he never lies-…. No, as if to prove that lying is only done once in a while, a dazzling light suddenly started emanating from the pot. 

"Oh!"

At the same time, Im Sobyong's face, which was dying, began to brighten up.

The radiance of five colors that had been pouring out suddenly changed to purple, and the most auspicious purple light filled the room.

"Done!"

"Ooooohhhh!"

Im Sobyong jumped up from his seat. His eyes were fixed on the purple liquid filled the pot.

"I- Is this Chaos Origin Pill?"

“It is better.”

"Oh……."

Im Sobyong swallowed a dry saliva.

Although it is a bit suspicious to say that it is better, the medicine solution in front of him right now was unusual even for him.

‘This... it's real!’

How many pills has he taken so far to cure his illness?

Even among them, there were elixirs that could not be obtained even with a thousand gold. But no elixir could captivate him just by looking at it like this.

And what about this pure fragrance that penetrates his nose?

Whether it was Chaos Origin Pill or not, it was clear that it was the elixir of Heaven that was hard to find even if he searched all over the world.

"Euracha."

At that moment, Chung Myung kicked the pot and flew it to the air.

"Hiiiik! Wha- What are you doing!”

The thick liquid, which was full, splashed up. Unlike Im Sobyong, who was surprised as if his heart had been pulled out, Chung Myung calmly pulled out a sword and cut off a lump of rising medicine.

Paaaat!

In an instant, lumps of medicine cut into hundreds of pieces curled up into round balls and fell to the ground.

"A- At last!'

Finally, the elixir took the form of a perfect round and lined up on the ground. Im Sobyong looked at it, forgetting to breathe.

"Ca- Can I eat it now?”

"Yes, it's done."

"Tha- Thank you, Dojang!"

After a tearful period of hard work, he finally got the elixir. He immediately reached for the result.

But at that moment.

"Oh, that's not it."

"Yes?"

“Yours is this.”

Im Sobyong slightly turned his gaze to the direction Chung Myung pointed at. A row of pills were located a short distance away.

"…That one?"

"Yes."

"No, why are you doing that separately?"

Chung Myung grinned.

“The other is just an elixir, and that one is medicine.”

"What's the difference?"

"Come on! Even for similar patients, the prescriptions are different depending on the condition of the body. How can I use the same medicine for a sick person and a healthy person? This is the basis of medicine.”

“…….”

"Hehe. That's why I made a special small pot. I'm attentive."

“…….”

No wonder there were two pots.

Im Sobyong stared blankly at his portion (?) of the Jasodan with eyes full of suspicion.

"Hey……  Dojang?"

"What?"

“I think only this one is a bit pale in color.”

"It’s just your feeling."

"…I think the scent is a little weak."

"Sniff. It’s the same, though?"

"…Can't I just eat that?"

"You keep doubting me. Did you live your life while being scammed?"

Im Sobyong ended up in tears.

'There is no one else in the world to trust.'

‘How can I trust you, you...….I'd rather believe Myriad Man House…….’

In the meantime, Chung Myung swept the sliced ​​sudan Jasodan into a sack he had brought from somewhere. It was a quick move as if he would not let Im Sobyong touch it.

"You're going to eat right away, right?”

“…….”

"Hurry up and eat. I'll guide you.”

Im Sobyong, who was looking alternately between his small pills and the sack that Chung Myung brought with suspicious eyes, soon gave up and sighed.

"This, is this really a cure for my disease?”

"Stop talking and try it quickly."

"…I'll believe you."

He sat cross-legged on the spot with a face of resignation. It felt like his whole body was on edge with tension. The thumping sound of the heart rang loudly in his ears.

'Please!'

Soon, he took the pills he received with determined face and stuffed it into his mouth. And with his eyes closed, he began to hold his breath.

"Circulate it as I lead you."

Unable to open his mouth, Im Sobyong nodded lightly. Chung Myung put his hand on his shoulder and gently guided him.

Gooooo!

Soon, an incomparable energy emanated from Im Sobyong's body.

Mount Hua's disciples, watching from afar, whispered in surprise.

"It's not a scam."

"That can't be true.”

"Shh. Be quiet. Here comes the digestion."

Goooo.

The slowly spiraling energy began to raise its momentum as time passed. The  strong energy pushed Im Sobyong's body up an inch from the gound.

The colorless and transparent energy gradually turned purple, and at the same time, sweat began to flow down Im Sobyong's whole body like rain.

"Ugh!"

Even Chung Myung lead the energy with a serious look and an unbecoming concentration.

Kwaaaa!

At that moment, a white chill flowed out of Im Sobyong's body like an avalanche and began to swirl together with purple energy.

"Oh!"

"That, that!"

The yin energy that had eaten away at him had finally been expelled from his body.

Kwaaaaa!

The terrifyingly swirling energy slowly regained its stability, and soon circled Im Sobyong's body like a river. Then slowly began to be absorbed back into Im Sobyong's body.

"There you go."

Chung Myung let out a small breath and pulled his hand off Im Sobyong's shoulder and stepped back.

Now all he could hear was Im Sobyong's low breath.

A little later.

Im Sobyong opened his eyes after finishing his meditation. At the same time, a dazzling beam of light erupted.

Looking around, he slowly lifted himself up.

"Wow……."

"Oh……."

All of Mount Hua's disciples, who were watching the scene, were unknowingly amazed.

This is because Im Sobyong's momentum is definitely different from before. They felt a different weight and presence than before, even though he wasn't exuding too much energy.

Above all, his complexion, which was always drained of blood and sickly, was full of vitality.

"… Indeed.”

Im Sobyong had a confident smile on his lips.

"It's not an exaggeration to say that it's the elixir of Heaven. I'd like to express my deepest gratitude to Mount Hua."

"… Huh?"

‘His way of speaking has changed.’

Chung Myung tilted his head slightly and asked.

"Are you feeling well?"

"I’m full of energy. The energy goes round and round. The terrible yin energy that was blocking my chest almost disappeared! Indeed, it is Chaos Origin Pill of Yakseon. It's worth ten thousand gold!”

Chung Myung opened his eyes slightly dimly with a sullen face.

“Your way of speaking has changed so much.”

"Hahaha! Don't worry, Dojang! I'm not a person who forget graces. I'll regard my Mount Hua as a benefactor, and uphold it well! Hahahahaha! Ugh! Eu... Cough! Huh?"

Im Sobyong, who was confident, seemed o harden a little, then immediately distorted as if he was greatly perplexed.

"Cough! No, why is this...…. Cough! Euhuhuh, cough! N- No! Cough!”

Blood trickled out of his mouth as he crouched down while holding his waist. He looked back at Chung Myung with a devastated face without even thinking about wiping his blood.

Chung Myung scratched his head with a slightly embarrassed face.

"Well, it did heal, but...….”

Then he smacked his lips.

"It's about One Yin Meridian."

“… What, what about the cure?”

"Don't worry. Treatment doesn't always end in one go. If you eat a couple more times, it'll be fine.”

“…….”

Im Sobyong was speechless for a while. He looked back and forth at Chung Myung's face and the Jasodan in his hand and asked as if he had barely come to his senses.

"Of course…."

"Yes."

"You have to pay extra……?”

"Yes."

“Haha, I guess so.”

Im Sobyong smiled brightly.

"You little bastard."

Thud.

Chung Myung smiled proudly at Im Sobyong, who passed out with a mixture of happiness and frustration. And he he chinned toward Mount Hua’s disciples.

"Throw him in the warehouse somewhere."

"……Yes."

"Right, people should be consistent. Tsk."

Baek Cheon sighed as he watched Im Sobyong, who was being held in Jo-Gol's hands.

‘Yes, Chung Myung.’

‘You are so consistent.’

‘It's a problem because he’s so consistent...….’

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LMAO. That was evil. Pure evil. Funny and amicable interaction was shown before. So this is very hilarious. I had exactly the same thought as Baek Cheon.

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