Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1025
“Hmm.”
A bitter smile spread across Jang Ilso’s lips. There was a letter in his hand.
“Magyo...”
Jang Ilso slightly closed his eyes. As if he needed time to collect his thoughts. Normally, Ho Gamyeong would not have disturbed his thoughts.
But right now, Ho Gamyeong was acutely aware that his patience was not as deep as he thought. Eventually, unable to hold back, he cautiously spoke up.
“Ryeonju....”
Then Jang Ilso slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were much dimmer than usual.
“It’s Magyo.”
Jang Ilso chuckled hollowly.
“There are always variables in the matters of the world, but this was truly unexpected.”
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The accessories on his body jingled. Slowly raising his hand, Jang Ilso once again sank into thought, lightly gripping his face.
A deep displeasure enveloped his entire being.
It felt like all the plans he had made were ruined by one variable: Magyo. He slowly traced his lips with his tongue. Jang Ilso’s eyes suddenly sparkled.
“...First, we decided to respond to Black Ghost Fortress....”
“It will fail.”
Ho Gamyeong flinched at that decisive tone.
“Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold believes that he can calculate everything. He thinks the reason his calculation failed was due to a lack of information and analysis. Of course, most of his thoughts are correct....”
Jang Ilso affirmed in a low voice.
“But not this time.”
“....”
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“There are definitely existences in the world where common sense does not apply. And Magyo is one of those rare examples.”
Jang Ilso shook his head.
He himself didn’t know much about Magyo. But he knows one thing for sure. It is impossible to communicate with those who are engulfed in fanaticism. This is because the world they envision and the world those living for themselves see are completely different.
“There is no way that people living in different worlds can converse. Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold did something stupid.”
“Then....”
“The variables that occurred were the worst and even the initial response was the worst....”
Jang Ilso twisted the corner of his mouth in self-mockery.
“What a mess this is.”
He slowly rose from his chair.
A cold voice came out of his mouth while quietly observing the riverside as if organizing his thoughts for a moment.
“Gamyeong-ah.”
“Yes, Ryeonju-nim.”
“Spread the news across the river that Magyo has emerged.”
“...Would that be wise? They will surely try to exploit this situation.”
“Of course, they will.”
Jang Ilso does not believe in chivalrousness or anything like that. Those are just words made up by those in a higher position to justify their actions.
Of course, those scoundrels seem to believe in their own fabricated terms...
“It doesn’t matter. We’re already deep in the mud. If that’s the case, we might as well drag them into the same mire. We can’t stand the sight of them wearing clean clothes and leisurely spectating, can we?”
“...I will see it done.”
Kkagagak!
Jang Ilso’s ring rubbed roughly.
“Put the liquor away.”
“Yes.”
“Tell everyone not to come near me for a while.”
Ho Gamyeong nodded loudly.
Jang Ilso remained silent and only stared at the riverside. Ho Gamyeong, who watched the scene for a moment, quietly but quickly retreated.
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“...Magyo?”
Bop Jeong looked as if he had lost his speech, his mouth agape. His eyes trembled violently.
As soon as the word ‘Magyo’ was mentioned, the atmosphere in the room became colder than the North Sea. To these people, merely mentioning the word ‘Magyo’ was heavy and scary.
“...Did you say Magyo now?”
“...Understood .”
With Peng Ye’s somber voice, a heavy silence settled in the room.
In silence so thick that it made one’s fingertips tingle, Bop Jeong chanted softly.
However, his eyes were actually dark and sunken, unbecoming of a monk.
* * *
“...What?”
Baek Cheon and Yoon Jong opened their eyes wide.
After speaking, Jo-Gol quickly looked around once again. Only after he was sure that there was no one else around to hear did he speak again in a whisper.
“I heard it clearly, Sasuk. The guys from Evil Tyrant Alliance definitely said that to Sect Leader.”
“...Are you sure you heard right?”
“This is no joking matter.”
Baek Cheon bit his lip.
‘Damn it, what is this....’
Even if it’s Jo-Gol, he won’t be able to use the name Magyo as the butt of jokes. Especially for a disciple of Mount Hua, and even more so for those who have faced Magyo in the North Sea.
‘Magyo.’
Why did Magyo suddenly pop out at this time?
His fingertips began to tremble involuntarily. The majesty shown by Magyo he had encountered in the North Sea, especially the man called ‘Bishop’, is still vividly ingrained in his mind.
Just the thought of it seemed to reopen countless wounds he had suffered then.
“At this rate... What will happen? Sasuk?”
Even Yoon Jong, who always maintained his composure, could not hide his panic now.
“....”
How could Baek Cheon possibly know?
But one thing was certain.
“Where is that bastard now?”
“Bastard?”
“Chung Myung.”
Yoon Jong flinched for a moment.
If Chung Myung hears this...
‘No.’
Chung Myung is someone that changes with the mere mention of ‘Magyo.’ Isn’t it obvious what would happen if these words reached his ears? He might just grab a sword and run off.
“He went out for training with Namgung Family.”
Baek Cheon glared at Jo-Gol.
“Have you told anyone else about this?”
“N- No. Sasuk. I ran straight here.”
Baek Cheon nodded with a heavy face.
“Then everyone makes sure to keep tight-lipped. Nothing is certain yet. It won’t be too late to inform everyone once everything is confirmed.”
“Yes.”
“...When he hears that Magyo is in full swing, knowing his temperament, we can’t predict what he might do. So first of all, make sure that this does not fall into Chung Myung’s ears.... No, he should know as late as possible.”
“Yes, Sa....”
It was then.
“What did you say just now?”
“....”
Everyone froze at that moment.
It was the voice they absolutely did not want to hear at this moment.
‘Ah....’
The blood drained from Baek Cheon’s face for an instant.
“Sasuk.”
Baek Cheon briefly looked up to the sky and let out a small sigh. But he couldn’t ignore this forever. Taking a deep breath, he slowly turned around.
“...Chung Myung. So, you see.”
Chung Myung’s expressionless face slowly changes. It was a face that was rarely shown to them. With a visage as dark as if conjured by malevolent spirits, Chung Myung exuded a dense murderous intent. It was suffocating.
That wasn’t a murderous intent meant to intimidate them. It was a killing intent spewing out because he could not control the emotions that suddenly exploded.
“Now...”
From Chung Myung’s lips, a voice as rough as scraping metal emerged.
“What did you say just now?”
Baek Cheon closed his eyes tightly.