Return of the Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 11

“Dying is better! Dying is better!”

The face of Chung Myung, who returned to the dorms, was completely rotten. Nothing was going right.

People said that even if a rich man fails, he’d live three years in luxury, but it seemed like 100 years was too far-fetched. Judging from the current situation, there was no way the Mount Hua sect was any better than some third rate sect.

‘No, even the third rate sect would do better!’

This sect has no money, and the children are in poor condition and they are full of shitty philosophy that no one understands.

Every other place is fine, just this! This!

And that too!

“Where did you throw away the Twenty Four Plum Blossom Swords you bastard!”

He could understand prioritizing one technique over another because of the difficulties or teaching ability.

But making a technique disappear is a whole different thing.

No matter the fact that the previous generation was annihilated! There was money left and history too which they left behind.

“Kuak!”

Chung Myung scratched his head.

“What the… where should I even start?”

The term ‘total chaos’ would be used in such cases.

“Sahyung. Can I even save Mount Hua?”

When he lifted his head and looked up it seemed like that old man was smiling down.

-Save?

Chung Myung grabbed a handful of soil and threw it to the sky. And went back to his dorms.

“Oh, my waist!”

His back hurt.

Just because they talked a little during the training that man made them train extra. If only Chung Myung was as strong as his previous life, he could go back and forth from the summit to the ground!

Well, this is better.

‘Suddenly, I feel the need to hurry.’

Chung Myung lost his appetite.

At first he was going to try and figure out how Mount Hua worked and think about fixing it, but the more he knew the more troubled he felt.

Rather, it would have been easier if Chung Myung had passed onto the current time with his past body and mind.

However, right now, Chung Myung was nothing more than the youngest disciple also, a beggar. Which meant the lowest level.

Can he change the position of Mount Hua?

“Sigh, Sigh.”

Just thinking made him sigh.

Of course, he could take the time and slowly change it, however, the problem was that Chung Myung wasn’t the laid back kind. The more he saw the current Mount Hua, the more rushed he felt.

‘Even the Wudang sect must be developing at this moment.’

In general, the martial arts focus on practice and repetition.

However, Chung Myung had a different idea.

The world will continue to evolve. No matter how many people are geniuses, if they continue to study even the new ones will turn into geniuses. In the end they are bound to surpass the realm of geniuses.

In other words, it means that martial arts would eventually develop with passage of time.

Just because they were Shaolin, if they didn’t try to enhance their existing martials arts, that sect wouldn’t be so flourishing now. Numerous more people will come up and fill the gaps of martial arts.

Right, progress…

“Other people are making progress at the time, and these ones are forgetting what they have.”

How can he not be upset?

Chung Myung took a deep breath.

For now…

Gulp.

“…”

Chung Myung looked down at his stomach.

“Tch.”

Because he had been living as a beggar for a long time, he couldn’t develop his body.

‘I couldn’t eat dinner.’

After all the other people finished training he wanted to eat, but Chung Myung was punished so he couldn’t eat.

In the past and now, there was nothing he hated more than fasting. Because things turned more annoying when he was going hungry.

Chung Myung grabbed his stomach and entered the dorms. First of all, he had to organize things…

“Yah he is here.”

Upon entering Chung Myung raised his eyes slightly towards those who appeared. Dozens of disciples of the 3rd great disciple were in the room.

“Yah, newbie!”

The gaze of powerless Chung Myung went towards them.

Seeing the face, it didn’t look like they were waiting with any good intentions.

Chung Myung took a deep breath and opened his mouth and said to Ah Gul.

“What?”

Ah Gul’s face heated up in an instant.

“This bastard must be crazy! Call me Jo Gul Sahyung!”

“Sahyung…?”

Chung Myung looked at the ceiling. Looking at the old ceiling and wooden buildings he wanted to cry.

Ah. Now he was in a position to call these little jerks as Sahyung.

But what could he do? He should have done something earlier if he didn’t like that.

“Yes, yes, Jo Gul Sahyung. What is it?”

“If you are new you should report.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry it won’t be too bad. You look too weak, I am afraid that you’d die if I hit a bit hard.”

Laughter erupted from the sides. Everyone seemed to enjoy the joke.

Well, he understands it.

This is what dorm lives were. Through their own such things the bond between the people strengthened and learned about each other. Almost all the people giggled at it.

‘Although it doesn’t feel nice.’

He wasn’t dissatisfied with this, but what he hated was the attitude of these people. Acting like it was their own gang.

Of course, when Chung Myung first entered Mount Hua it was the same, but at least they didn’t act like these kids.

Huh? What was this old man saying?

Well he was over eighty years old.

“Report.”

Chung Myung nodded his head. First of all, it will be important to handle the people.

His stomach hurts but what could he do? He was here to save Mount Hua.

“Right. What can I do?”

Jo Gul smiled.

“Great Sahyung.”

“Yes.”

“great Sahyung?”

Great Sahyung?

Chung Myung turned his head and saw the one called Great sahyung. One span bigger than the other guy. And definitely older.

This guy was another one under the third great disciple.

“I’ll do this.”

“Yes.”

In the head of Chung Myung, the current order of people flashed in an instant.

‘That guy is higher, but Co Gul takes the lead.’

It was the same in his time. Although Sahyung would always help clear the problems for the sect leader.

If so, then this situation…

“Take it off.”

“… Huh?”

Chung Myung’s head tilted.

Did he hear something wrong?

“I said take it off.”

“…”

Chung Myung looked around. He looked at the kids inside. Everyone was looking at him as if they were having fun.

Chung Myung’s gaze turned to Jo Gul.

“… I feel like I misunderstood… no, I think so.”

Chung mYung tried to smile.

Don’t get mad.

Let’s not get angry.

If he got angry, he would be the same as these kids.

“T-take it off?”

“Yes.”

Jo Gul smirked.

“That is how we normally get to know each other. Come on, take it off and dance and get beaten because that is how we show our love to the new ones.”

Jo Gul’s lips turned into a smile.

“Now.”

“Huh?”

“Ah, uh feel shy.”

His pronunciation wasn’t right.

Chung Myung, who coughed up then tried to speak.

“Then… Sasuk Yun Geom?”

“He will be practicing in the evening. So it is better if you throw away the thought of him coming to help you. Right now, we’re the only ones here.”

“I see.”

Chung Myung nodded his head.

“And even if he was here, it will be fine for today. You’ll have to live here from now so do you think you’ll be able to escape?”

Right. This was where he will be living.

Thanks.

He was thinking a bit wrong till now.

“Then there are no other dorms here?”

“This bastard keeps talking. I can’t hold back anymore. Let’s get right to it and start.”

Jo Gul jumped up from his seat and grabbed Chung Myung by the collar.

“Once you get the hang of it, you’ll respect me as the Sahyung. I am not doing this because I hate you. We are using this to love and put you on the right path. Get it?”

“Sahyung.”

“What? Anything left to say?”

“Clench your teeth.”

“Huh?”

At that moment, Chung Myung’s fist hit Jo Gul’s lower jaw.

Bang!

With the sound of something exploding. Jo Gul’s body soared to the ceiling.

Crack!

And he broke through the old ceiling.

Crack!

Jo Gul’s body, which was nailed into the ceiling, shook.

Very quiet.

The eyes of the other disciples went wide.

“…”

“…”

Chung Myung, who had a glimpse of Jo Gul, turned and walked towards the door.

“W-where are you goi…”

Clank!

Chung Myung raised the latch and locked the door and as he turned he smiled brightly.

“As long as a person lives.”

“…”

“They worry about this and that. And among them, I think about one thing the most. But…”

Crack! Crack!

Loosening the head, he continued.

“Thanks to you, my thinking has turned very simple. Right, I need to start with organizing my surroundings.”

Chung Myung raised his leg and stepped on the chair next to him and shattered it. Grabbing the leg of the chair, he smiled.

“Hehehehe.”

And he went one.

“I grew up growing in my own way, so would I have the manners to treat my seniors rightly?”

A small hope bloomed, he said seniors.

Seniors…

“Since you are seniors, I will trouble you. Don’t scream out. Any screaming bastard will have double the dose.”

Ah…

They were the seniors.

“Come on, get hit and done with it. Sahyung bastards!”

Chung Myung, as if possessed, attacked the disciples.