Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1097
“Keueueugh....”
“Sa- Save me....”
“No.... Kill me....”
Tang Family and bandits of Nokrim are lying on the ground, gasping.
Where else can you see Tang Family members, clad in green, and Nokrim’s elites, wearing similar grass-colored clothes, collapsed together, looking as if they were on the brink of death.
Chung Myung smiled happily.
“This is the essence of harmony between Righteous and Evil, this.”
Namgung Dowi closed his eyes tightly without saying a word.
He feels this no matter how many times he does this, but he is truly amazed at how this is possible.
Sichuan Tang Family is a prestigious family recognized in Kangho. Naturally, their training is extremely harsh.
The same goes for Nokrim. Aren’t the people here now the elites that were chosen among the many bandit strongholds? Even those unfamiliar with Kangho could easily imagine how intensely they must have been trained by Nokrim King.
But aren’t those who survived the difficult training, within just a few hours of training under Chung Myung’s instructions, reduced to a state resembling battered, barely alive remnants?
That man seems to have spent his entire life studying how to torment those with the attributes of a ‘martial artist.’
Still, perhaps because he had some experience(?), Namgung Dowi, who had avoided joining that place (the place where they collapsed altogether), looked at the collapsing people with eyes full of pity.
When both he and Namgung Family first faced such treatment, swear words they had never used before came out of their mouths like rapid-fire.
However, unlike Namgung Dowi, who couldn’t help but feel sorry for them, there were people who were laughing at that pitiful sight.
“They’re all dead.”
“Ei, not quite dead yet?”
“If they’re already gasping at this level, they’re not doing it right.”
Should they be called devilish bastards?
Namgung Dowi glanced at the giggling Five Swords and narrowed his eyes. As he looked at those Taoist devils laughing as if other people’s misfortune was their own happiness, he thought to himself.... Huh? Monk? ...Why are you laughing with them....
Namgung Dowi stopped thinking and squeezed his eyes shut.
This is a place of corruption that does not discriminate between Taoism and Buddhism.
The good news was that even in this place of corruption, there was at least one Taoist who embraced the true Tao.
One of them, glancing around nervously, spoke up quietly.
“That... Sasuk. They’re exhausted from training so hard. Isn’t it a bit much to openly enjoy their suffering...?”
Tears welled up in Namgung Dowi’s eyes.
‘Yoon Jong Dojang!’
Truly Mount Hua’s true Tao (??(道器))! There was still hope in Mount Hua, which became the devil’s gathering place.
After hearing Yoon Jong’s words, Baek Cheon opened his mouth with a peculiar expression.
“Yoon Jong-ah.”
“Yes, Sasuk.”
“Of course, what you say is not wrong. I think so too.”
“...Then why....”
“But think about it from a different perspective. Until now, those people have been the ones watching us train, haven’t they?”
“....”
“Just thinking about how much joy they must have felt watching us makes it impossible not to laugh.”
“....”
“Remember, when we trained, what eyes did those people watch us with.”
“No, that’s....”
Yoon Jong, who was lost in thought for a moment, turned his attention to the people lying around. Then he muttered.
“Life... In the end, you get what you give.”
“That’s right. You’ve realized it.”
It was the moment when Mount Hua’s Tao fell.
Namgung Dowi screamed inwardly, ‘That’s not something to realize,’ but there was no way Yoon Jong or Baek Cheon knew his feelings.
“I think Nokrim King has passed away?”
“Ugh, such a frail body.”
“He really might be on his way out.”
“Ei. He won’t die from just this. The worst part of the training he makes us do is that it feels like you’re going to die, but you don’t. Dying would at least be easier.”
“Yes. They have a long way to go.”
“Stay healthy.”
At the sound of the devil’s cackling, Im Sobyeong raised his head and glared at Five Swords. The bloodshot eyes of Im Sobyeong radiated a look filled with murderous intent.
“You bastards are worse than any Evil Sects...”
“Kikikikikik.”
Toong.
Im Sobyeong fell, his body stiff and stretched out on the ground.
“Adults are speaking, don’t be rude!”
Yoon Jong, watching the situation, whispered softly.
“Sasuk, isn’t he the youngest one here?”
“Let’s just think of him as the older brother. It’ll be easier for all of us that way, right?”
“...That’s right.”
Chung Myung clicked his tongue as he looked at Im Sobyeong, stretched out and convulsing.
“They call that guy Nokrim King. Ugh.”
“....”
“Anyway, we’ll continue training tomorrow. Come out with the mindset that you’re already dead.”
“....”
“I will certainly make you worthy of use at all costs. For my own survival, if nothing else.”
Chung Myung, whose eyes were fluttering, turned around and walked away.
Baek Cheon shook his head after confirming that he had gone so far.
“He’s got some venom in him.”
“He seems serious about it.”
“I feel really bad for them at this point.”
Jo-Gol glanced at Chung Myung’s back as he walked away, holding a bottle of alcohol in one hand, and said.
“But what’s wrong with him all of a sudden?”
“Huh?”
“No, well... Since we are training with these people, it is more comfortable than usual, but....”
After hearing those words, Tang Family and bandits of Nokrim widened their eyes and glared at Jo-Gol.
Easier? This? Seriously?
“Considering his temper, I thought he’d be ranting at us for doing nothing in Hangzhou as soon as he caught his breath... but oddly enough, the arrow seems to be going in that direction.”
“What do you think it is?”
Baek Cheon shrugged his shoulders.
“Evil Tyrant Alliance and Magyo are difficult opponents for Mount Hua alone to deal with, right?”
“That’s right.”
Honestly, even Mount Hua’s disciples have no choice but to admit this. No matter how hard they try to overcome it, the numbers are too different. No matter how strong Mount Hua becomes, in the end it is only a small sect in terms of numbers.
Even if every single one of Mount Hua’s disciples had the skills of a hundred, the number of Evil Tyrant Alliance and Magyo would be over a hundred times that of Mount Hua. So there is no choice but to come up with an answer.
“So, in order to fight against them, we will have no choice but to raise other sects. Like Mount Hua.”
“...Like where?”
“Like Mount Hua.”
“....”
Baek Cheon shrugged his shoulders and said.
“So what Chung Myung is aiming for is ultimately Mount Hua-fication of former Heavenly Comrade Alliance. Going further, we could say his aim was Mount Hua-fication of the entire Jungwon, right?”
“The, the entire Jungwon becoming Mount Hua?”
Everyone shuddered in shock.
“Wouldn’t that be the only way to fight against those Magyo bastards and Heavenly Demon?”
“Y- You’re right, but...”
“That sounds really terrible.”
“Nothing but hell.”
“No, at that point, wouldn’t we need to consider which is worse: Magyo’s plan to destroy Jungwon or this?”
“...Guys. We’re talking about our Mount Hua Sect.”
“I know, but....”
Jo-Gol shook his head.
“If that happens, Jang Ilso will be really scary.”
“No.”
“Yes?”
Baek Cheon chuckled.
“Isn’t there someone who would find that situation even more horrifying than Jang Ilso?”
“Who.... ah!”
At that moment, everyone’s gaze turned to a certain person, or more precisely, to a certain person’s shiny head.
The smooth head turned bright red in an instant.