Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 959
Tolssok! Tolssok!
Mount Hua’s disciples who had parked the cart in front of the manor fell forward all at once.
“Keueuh....”
“I- It’s over....”
“Finally... Finally, damn it...”
It was a scene deserving of applause. After shuttling back and forth between Kugang and Wuhan numerous times a day, they finally succeeded in transporting all the civilians who wished to relocate to Sichuan to this manor.
“...I can’t do this again. never.”
“You can say that again.”
Mount Hua’s disciples were fed up.
Of course, one might wonder. Why would it be so hard for such trained martial artists to go back and forth between Wuhan and Kugang.
t wouldn’t have been this difficult if it were just coming and going. If only that demon hadn’t been on their backs, pushing them to go faster.
“Tsk!”
The demon jumped off the pile of luggage on the cart and looked around with a disapproving look on his face.
“...What’s so difficult about this, tsk.”
“......”
“Feels like we could go another round.”
“It’s over, you bastard!”
“We’ve scoured every village there is!”
“We even carried a dog from its kennel! What more do you want us to transport!”
“Kill us! Just kill us instead!”
The disciples of Mount Hua foamed at the mouth in frustration, while Cheongmyeong clicked his tongue, seemingly disappointed.
If there were even the slightest chance, he would roll these scraps once more, but unfortunately, there was nothing more to move even in Chung Myung’s eyes.
Then, Hyun Jong, who had stepped down from the cart, looked at the disciples with a pitiful face.
“You’ve all worked hard.”
“Not at all, Sect Leader!”
“Of course, it should be done!”
The disciples of Mount Hua who were lying down sprang to their feet and answered. Seeing that, Chung Myung’s cheeks puffed up.
“Wow, look at everyone discriminating people.”
“Does it look like discriminating!”
“Of course, we have to!”
“This thing has gone crazy and now want to be treated like Sect Leader!”
“That bastard doesn’t know ups and downs!”
Chung Myung tilts his head crookedly while listening to the outpouring of complaints.
‘I’ll have to exorcist this sometime soon.’
When they were under Bongmun and being beaten up, they were all compliant. But now that they’ve tasted a bit of outside water (?), they’re starting to rear their heads again. At times like this, you need to puncture that bloated liver of theirs with an acupuncture needle and let it burst.
“Hyun Young.”
“Yes, Sect Leader.”
“Is everything really over?”
In response to Hyun Jong’s question, Hyun Young took out the ledger and flipped through it to check.
“Yes, Sect Leader. Everyone has completed preparations for relocation. In addition, all the commoners who wanted to go with us have arrived at Wuhan, and we have confirmed with the remaining people once more, so there is nothing more to do.”
“Mm. I see.”
Hyun Jong’s expression was not very bright.
Mount Hua did their best and did everything they could, but there were still a lot of people who wanted to stay on the Yangtze River. Therefore, he couldn’t just be happy about completing their task.
However, he couldn’t show such feelings in front of his disciples who had worked hard. Hyun Jong nodded with a warm smile.
“You’ve all worked hard, so let’s rest for a while.”
“Yes! Sect Leader!”
“Tha- Thank you!”
The disciples’ eyes teared up at the warm words of praise.
However, Chung Myung grumbled repeatedly as if he was not happy that Hyun Jong gave them a break.
“No, what did they do..... They couldn’t even train properly during this time, and after all these chores, they should be training now. The sword will rust. In the first place, you should practice when you’re exhausted like this so that your sword won’t get distracted later when you’re really under pressure...”
“Hohohohoho!”
“Huff! Huff!”
Ciweu Beggar wiped the sweat from his face with one hand.
“...Gaju-nim.”
He then turned his gaze to Hyun Jong, who stood next to Tang Gun-ak.
“Sect Leader.”
He opened his mouth with a stern look on his face.
“...I’ve brought someone who wishes to meet with you both.”
“Yes?”
As soon as those words finished, a man, drenched in sweat, struggled down from the back of a Beggar Union disciple. He seemed to have no strength to support his body, so he used the sword he was holding as a cane.
Everyone who saw him held their breath. The word “gruesome” was an understatement to describe his condition.
His clothes were completely soaked and sticky due to the dark red blood. And the body, visible between the torn clothes here and there, was full of terrible dreadful wounds.
Her hair was scattered in clumps, and his bluish lips were as dry and twisted as they could be and cracked here and there.
At first, no one recognized him. This was because it was difficult to connect that messed up appearance with his usual glamorous and respectable appearance.
However, someone who was looking at the familiar shape for a while took a deep breath and muttered something like a groan.
“Namgung....”
Those who heard the words widened their eyes.
“Namgoong... Do...wi.”
Everyone who found out his identity belatedly looked in shock.
No one wondered why Namgung Dowi, who should have been on Plum Blossom Island, was here. All they could do was stare intently into Namgung Dowi’s eyes through his disheveled hair.
Step.
At that moment, Namgung Dowi took a staggering step forward.
Step.
Another step.
He stumbled before he could even take two steps, so one of the beggars unconsciously flinched to help him. But he soon bit his lip and withdrew his hand. Knowing it was not his place to assist Nangong Dowi right now.
Step. Step.
The sword, as precious as life to a swordsman, repeatedly struck the dirt ground, but no one dared point a finger.
Because everyone can see how much pain Namgung Dowi must be enduring to take that one step.
Step. Step.
The uninterrupted steps that seemed won’t stop finally stopped in front of someone.
In the silence, Namgung Dowi and Chung Myung’s eyes met.
Namgung Dowi’s eyes are constantly fluttering as if longing for something, and Chung Myung’s eyes are looking at him without the slightest wavering.
“...Dojang.”
Thump.
Namgung Dowi knelt down on the spot as if collapsing.
Mount Hua’s disciples, who at first thought he had fainted and rushed to help, soon stopped in place.
Namgung Dowi, who was kneeling and looking up at Chung Myung, slowly bowed his head to the ground.
A cracked voice came out from his mouth as he knelt precariously, looking like he was about to collapse.
“Help....”
“......”
“...Please help us.”
Everyone closed their eyes.
Baek Cheon, Yoo Iseol, Yoon Jong, Jo-Gol, and Tang Soso. Hyun Jong and the elders, and even Un generation and other Mount Hua’s disciples.
The sight was too agonizing to watch with a calm heart.
“Namgung....”
A voice that sounded like scraping metal continued softly.
There was no outburst of rage, no cry of despair. It might have felt overly composed, but the desperation in the voice was conveyed clearly to everyone.
“Namgung... Please help us.”
Namgung Dowi bowed his head and grabbed the dirt on the ground as if scratching it.
“...Please.”
Chung Myung, who was the only one looking at the hunched back of Namgung Dowi without saying a word, eventually turned his head.
The darkest part of the night sky, just before dawn breaks, spilled into view.
‘Damn it....’
A deep sigh escaped Chung Myung’s mouth.