Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 950
“Mom, my legs hurt.”
“It’s just a little further. Hold on a little longer.”
“My legs hurt, though...”
The woman, carrying a heavy load, patted her son, Sodong’s back to soothe him. She’d love to give him a piggyback ride right away, but the load she carried wasn’t that small either.
No, it was excessively heavy and large for an average woman to carry.
“Damn it.”
The man, presumably the child’s father, looked back with a face full of frustration and resentment.
“How did the world come to this...”
They were just leaving the Yangtze River area.
Although they had spent their lives farming on the Yangtze River, casting nets, and living off the river, they could no longer withstand the situation that pushed the whole Yangtze River into tension.
Doesn’t everyone have only one life?
“It’s at least three days until we reach a village...”
The man sighed deeply as he watched his wife massage their child’s legs.
‘Even if we go...’
It is not easy for people who have lived in one place all their lives to settle in a new place. But they couldn’t just stubbornly stay there during this war.
This is because there’s no guarantee that a new war won’t break out after this one ends. As a result, even those who bravely stayed on the Yangtze River during the turmoil three years ago had to leave their homes and hit the road due to this war.
“Let’s find a suitable place and rest.”
“...Yes.”
Just as the man was about to sigh again, something caught his attention.
“Huh?”
He furrowed his brows as he noticed something. He stared intently before his eyes widened in shock.
“What, what’s that?”
“What?”
“O- Over there!”
The man raised his hand and pointed to one side. Something hazy was encroaching.
“A sandstorm?”
“There’s not even a breeze, what sandstorm... Do- Doesn’t that seem to be getting bigger?”
“Looks like it...”
The man’s mouth fell open more and more.
The hazy dust that rose at the end of the road they passed gradually increased in size, and soon it became a huge dust cloud that was recognizable at a glance and came fiercely towards them.
“Q- Quickly to the side of the road!”
In a state of alarm, the man quickly picked up his child. If the cause of that dust cloud was the forces of the Evil Sects crossing the Yangtze River, wouldn’t their lives be in danger?
“Over there!”
Terrified, the three of them quickly moved to the side of the road.
‘What should we do? Should we run...’
As they contemplated whether to flee to the forest, something strange caught his eye.
‘A cart?’
A cart appeared, much larger than those typically used for transporting goods, about three times bigger. But what captured his attention wasn’t the massive cart itself. It was what was pulling the cart.
Not an ox or a horse, but a human was pulling the cart.
“O- Oh my gosh.....”
It was both absurd and astonishing. It was absurd that such a large cart was being pulled by a man, not a horse or an ox, and astonishing that a cart loaded with goods could run at such speed.
‘What in the world...’
As he was still trying to comprehend the situation, the cart continued its relentless pace. And it was at that very moment that it was about to pass in front of them at an incredible speed.
“Stoooooooop!”
Kwagagagak!
When someone’s shout sounded, the feet of those pulling the cart with half-crazed faces dug into the ground at the same time without a single error. Then, the hard soil scraped and surged upward.
Udeudeudeuk.
At the same time as the rising soil fell to the ground, the carts that had tilted forward and were half-lifted in the air landed back on the ground with a thud.
“.......”
The man stared at the scene in bewilderment.
‘It doesn’t seem like the Evil Sects...’
Those sturdy... No, the sight of that excessively bulky man made him shudder, but there was no prickly feeling of backstreet thugs.
On the contrary...
“Cough! Cough!”
“I’m, I’m dying... I’m going to die.”
“Water... just a sip of water... please, Chung Myung, water...”
“Oho!”
There was an unknown familiar feeling.
At that moment, a young man sitting on top of a pile of luggage that was taller than a person clicked his tongue.
“They say drinking water will make you lazy!”
“...You’ll die if you don’t drink water!”
“You won’t die, you won’t! I’ve done it all before.”
“What have you never done before.... You crazy bastard....”
The young man, chuckling softly, turned his head and greeted the man.
“Excuse me?”
“Uh? Oh... Yes! Yes!”
The man nodded vigorously quickly. It seems clear that they have no malicious intent, but the first thing that caught his eye as he lived an ordinary life was the long sword hanging from their waist.
You should always be cautious around someone with a sword. Whoever they are.
“Where are you headed? You seem to have a lot of luggage.”
“We, we are just people on the road.”
“That’s right.”
“B- But you mentioned that you returned from there this morning?”
“Yes, I did. What about it?”
“That Wuhan!? It’s a distance that even on horseback can’t be covered round trip in a day...”
“Ei.”
Chung Myung waved his hand dismissively.
“Well, these punks are humans after all. How can we be worse than horses?”
“.......”
“Don’t worry. We’ll ensure your journey is safe and comfortable. What are you doing! The sun is going down, you guys! Run, don’t crawl!”
“Ugh, damn it!”
With someone’s shout, the cart picked up even more speed towards Wuhan.
At the gate of the makeshift dwelling near Wuhan.
“We’re here!”
Tolssok. Tolssok.
Finally arriving, Mount Hua’s disciples let go of the handles and collapsed to the ground.
“Sahyung.”
“...What?”
“Are you still alive?”
“...Obviously, I’m dead.”
Yoonjong, too drained to turn his head, just lay face down on the ground, panting.
‘I feel like I’m really going to die.’
Carrying a load from Kugang of the Yangtze River all the way to Wuhan?
In fact, it’s not much of a big deal. To ordinary people, it might seem impossible, but after all, they were from Jungwon Express Courier Mount Hua, weren’t they? They could even fly such a load from the North Sea to Yunnan.
The problem was that it had to be done at a full sprint.
– Time is money, time is gold! How dare you run so leisurely! For the person who runs last, I’ll shave your head clean and send you to Shaolin... No, except for Hye Yeon... Ah, don’t cry!
The demon of Mount Hua couldn’t stand to see people rest.
“I’m, I’m dying, really... really dying.”
“These ghost bastards are slacking off, why are they not catching that bastard...”
“I feel like vomiting...”
Chung Myung, who had jumped off the pile of luggage, clicked his tongue and looked around.
“No, how can you be panting like this after running just a little like this! Back in my day, I could run from Chengdu to Beijing in one go and not even feel tired! Youngsters these days, ugh!”
“...You’re the youngest, you madman.”
“Please just die. Please...”
At that time, the front door of the garden opened and a familiar face walked out.
“You’ve worked hard.”
Tang Gun-ak nodded as he looked at the luggage and people transferred to the cart.
“Is this all for today?”
“Huh?”
Then Chung Myung tilted his head as if he didn’t know what that meant.
“Ei, it’s not even the beginning of the hour yet. We can make another trip.”
“...You’re going again?”
“Of course.”
“B- But you all look exhausted?”
“Haha. You worry too much. We’re just unloading now, and we’ll rest on the empty cart on the way back.”
“.......”
Tang Gun-ak silently gazed towards the cart. As someone deeply knowledgeable in all kinds of metal, he wouldn’t fail to estimate the weight of that cart. That dark, colored iron cart must boast an enormous weight.
‘Gaju-nim!’
‘Stop him, please!’
‘Help! Save us!’
Mount Hua’s disciples, lying prostrate on the ground, suddenly lifted their heads and sent pleading glances toward Tang Gun-ak. Tang Gun-ak, who was looking at them with a pitiful face, soon steeled his face and opened his mouth.
“....I’d appreciate it if you could.”
And then he subtly averted his gaze.
“Traitor!”
“Demon!”
“Daaaadddd!”
The last cry pierced his heart sharply, but Tang Gun-ak turned away with tears in his eyes.
They’ll have to move even one person faster so there won’t be any victims.
For the efficiency of the work, while Mount Hua moved the people of the Yangtze River to Wuhan in one trip, Tang Family moved them to Sichuan.
First and foremost, it was most important to get the commoners out of the Yangtze River area, which could become a battlefield at any moment.
“Anyway, take some rest. After all, humans aren’t made of steel.”
“Ei, you don’t know.”
“Huh?”
“Steel breaks and that’s the end, but broken bones heal.”
“.......”
“People are tougher than steel, you know?”
This guy is hopeless. First of all, words won’t get through.
“Keuhum.”
Tang Gun-ak cleared his throat, composed his expression, and said.
“Listen, Mount Hua Chivaorous Sword.”
“Yes?”
“......News from the Yangtze River has come in. Would you like to hear it?”
Chung Myung’s eyes, which had been smiling, darkened slightly.