Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 227

“Oh, it hurts my pride! It’s just a snake. Ptoo! Oh, the dirt! Ptoo!”

Chung Myung spits out the dirt that has gotten into his mouth.

Blood trickled out of his nose whenever he spits the soil.

“…Wipe your nosebleed.”

“Nosebleeds are of no importance now……. What’s this? What’s dripping? Aigoo, the snake is killing me!”

Yoo Iseol, who had been watching him, shakes her head, pulls a handkerchief from her sleeve, and walks over to Chung Myung.

‘Oh, she’s thinking about wiping it away…..’

Ssuk! Ssuukkk!

“Ouch! Ouch!”

Yoo Iseol pokes Chung Myung in the nose with a handkerchief.

Yoo Iseol grabbed Chung Myung by the neck and pushed the handkerchief into Chung Myung’s nose with an expressionless face.

“…….”

Is that helpful or bothersome?

……just by looking at Chung Myung’s expression, she is bothering him.

Chung Myung, who was sucking on a handkerchief, grinds his teeth tightly.

“Well, I don’t see any success.”

Yasugung ju opened his mouth while quietly looking at Mount Hua’s disciples who were making a fuss.

“Inkscale Blood Serpent is the most dangerous of the many sacred creatures in Yunnan. At least it has a gentle personality and will not cause any harm unless one invades the beast territory, so it would have been a disaster if it had been vicious.”

“Gentle?”

“Yes, it is rather docile.”

“Ugh.”

“However, he shows an excessive obsession with his own territory. He doesn’t allow even a touch of stone or leaf. It is almost impossible to trick the senses of that beast and obtain Jamokcha.”

‘Why didn’t you tell me that earlier…?’

“It means we’ll have to knock it down to obtain Jamokcha.”

“That’s right.”

Yasugung ju gave a nod.

“I’m sorry to say this to the descendants of Plum Blossom Sword Saint who came from Jungwon, but I can’t help you with this at Namman Yasugung Clan. You’re the ones who have to figure it out.”

Following the conversation, Baek Chun approached Chung Myung with a solemn expression.

“Chung Myung, I think it’s better to give up on this.”

“What do you mean to give up?”

“There is no way. How are you gonna deal him when a sword is not working? If you had been unlucky, the worst case is you became his food.”

“Ugh.”

Chung Myung let out a groan.

He almost died there, in fact.

If it hadn’t been Chung Myung, he would have left the world in a single swing and gone into an in-depth interview with King Yama.

‘What in the world is that?’

Aside from the power emanating from that enormous size, the absurd hardness of those scales was even more terrifying.

No matter how much he increased his strength, he couldn’t even scratch the scales.

If it were the current Chung Myung, the old iron could be cut down, implying that each of those scales has a greater strength than the old iron. (The raw form is)

Chung Myung scratched his brow, as if it bothered him.

In the first place, swordsmanship was designed to deal with people. It was polished on the assumption that a sword would cut when it came into contact with the body.

In other words, any swordsmanship was meaningless unless the sword was raised.

“So it means my internal strength is just this much, huh?”

“Yes, it’s not possible with your internal strength right now. Maybe after we get back to Jungwon, we’ll figure it out…..”

“All right. Let’s go back for now!”

“Oh?”

With a slight surprise, Baek Chun looked at Chung Myung. No, why is he so easily influenced by others?

“Go back to Namman Yasugung Clan for now!”

“…….”

‘Oh, just a half.’

‘That’s correct.’

“If I don’t have enough internal strength, I can just increase it! Swordsmanship or whatnot, I’ll break it with my strength!”

Chung Myung clenched his fists.

If it had been him during his time as Plum Blossom Sword Saint, he would have been able to crush the beast with chopsticks instead of fleeing after being bitten by a snake. He was overcome with grief.

‘Aigoo, Sahyung! Sahyung Cheon Mun! ’

‘I live like this!’

Chung Myung recited while staring at the lake, his eyes flashing.

“See you in a little while.”

He then turned around and started running towards Namman Yasugung Clan.

“Come with me!”

“No, what else are you going to do?”

Chung Myung was pursued by Mount Hua’s disciples.

Yasugung ju, who was standing nearby, burst out laughing.

“They’re funny.”

* * *

“No one’s coming in!”

“Hey, you bastard…”

Bam!

Chung Myung slammed the door shut and entered the room. When he saw it, Baek Chun sighed.

“……what else are you going to do?”

Yoon Jong sighed and opened his mouth to speak to Baek Chun.

“But isn’t he Chung Myung? He found a solution whenever there was a problem.”

“…… when did the solution ever end quietly?”

“What?”

“I’m not worried about him doing weird things. That’s quite natural. I’m worried because the place where he does weird things is Namman Yasugung Clan.”

“……uh, that’s…….”

You are completely correct.

Yoon Jong took a look around. An awkward smile naturally flows out after feeling Yasugung ju’s eyes on his side.

“It’s not like you’re not thinking about it, is it?”

“I wish…….”

Baek Chun sighed deeply, knowing that the sad forewarning was always correct.

When Chung Myung entered the room, he took two wooden boxes from his luggage.

One of them is a large wooden box. The other item is a small wooden box.

In addition, he took another small wooden box from his arms and sat cross-legged in front of the three boxes.

He then exhaled deeply.

‘It’s something I had to do at some point.’

He expected this day to come one day.

Compared to the past, he is now growing strong enough to overturn his eyes, but this is insufficient.

Of course, the current Chung Myung is the same age he was when he began training in Mount Hua. But he must do more and face more enemies.

There is no time to relax and build strength as in the past.

Even if he continues to practice as he is, he will catch up to his previous state within 30 years… … . ‘Where is the assurance that nothing will happen for the next 30 years?’ ‘

Southern Edge Sect or Wudang could go berserk and storm into Mount Hua, or the remnants of Magyo, which may still exist somewhere, could be resurrected and pushed into Jungwon.

And if he’s unlucky, he might get eaten by a strange creature like that.

Chung Myung must first become stronger to overcome any situation. Mount Hua will be stronger as a result.

‘It all comes down to me.’

He’s almost finished adapting his martial arts to his new body. If he has the internal strength, he will be able to naturally unfold the martial arts of the past.

“Well then…”

Chung Myung smacked his lips and looked at the three boxes he’d placed in front of him.

Click.

The first large wooden box is opened.

Inside was the Chaos Origin Pill, which Chung Myung stole from Hyun Jong. After gazing deeply at the brilliantly shining Chaos Origin Pill, Chung Myung examines the second box.

It is smaller but more luxurious than the first wooden box.

Click.

A venomous scent began to sting his nose as soon as he opened the second wooden box.

A black ring that exudes ominousness just by looking at it

This is the Tang Family’s secret art, Cheondokdan (/Sky Poison Pill).

Cheondokdan is the Tang Family’s best elixir. It was originally not something that could be given to outsiders, but Tang Gunak, who owed Chung Myung, made an exception.

Unlike the ominous black light, Cheondokdan was an excellent elixir for increasing the recipient’s internal strength.

Those who take it will be immune to most poisons, and even if they are, the damage will be greatly reduced.

It is a ridiculous elixir that only by taking it increases resistance to poison.

“Huuu.”

Chung Myung exhaled a deep sigh.

Then he turned his head to look at the final box.

There have been no major issues with the previous two elixirs. Chung Myung, who has reached the current level, cannot possibly be incapable of handling the elixir.

The third is the issue.

“Ugh.”

Tang Gunak hesitated to give it away because he didn’t know what it was for.

With a slightly awkward hand gesture, Chung Myung opened the box. It contained a small white jade bottle, unlike the previous wooden box.

He took a deep breath and opened the bottle’s lid.

Plup!

A nose-stimulating scent emanates from it as soon as he opens it. The scent is slightly sweet and refreshing. It feels more elegant than Chaos Origin Pill based solely on the scent.

But don’t be fooled by the scent.

It is none other than the Tang Family’s poison.

It was also a lethal poison known as “Meiren Lei (미인루(美人淚)/ Beauty Tears).”

“Hu.”

Chung Myung briefly looked at the bottle’s smooth surface before bringing it to his nose to smell the poison.

“Ugh…”

He questioned whether he should do this as soon as he smelled the stinging scent.

“Can I really trust him?”

Chung Myung’s mind began to fill with old memories.

* * *

“Dosa Hyung nim” (Dosa is Taoist. I will change alternately.)

“What?”

“Do you know what the best medicine in Jungwon is?”

Chung Myung frowned slightly at the unexpected question. Tang Bo used to speak in this manner.

“Great Rejunevation Pill? Or Taecheongdan? No. Chaos Origin Pill.”

“That’s wrong. They can’t even be called elixir.”

“……What are you talking about?”

Tang Bo laughs at Chung Myung’s expression.

“The real elixir is in my Tang Family!”

“I know that Cheondokdan of Tang Family is inferior compared to the elixir of other sects. It is a place that makes Dokdo (Poison art) well and has excellent medical skills, but it is not a place that can make Yeongdan.” (Probably elixir but I’ll leave it as it is for now.)

“Ugh.”

Tang Bo smacks his lips as if he is speechless.

“It’s not Cheondokdan anyway. The real elixir of Tang Family is Meiren Lei.”

“Meiren Lei? I’ve never heard of it.”

“It will be. Because this is poison. It is also a poison that is very difficult to make even in my family.”

“…Poison is the best elixir? I guess you’ve been beaten a lot here and there lately, and it seems like you’ve gone a little out of course.”

“Where did I get hit? Didn’t Dosa Hyung nim hit them all?”

Chung Myung rose from his seat quietly. Tang Bo then became contemplative and stepped back, clinging to the wall.

“Tha -That doesn’t mean I have any complaints!”

Chung Myung sat down with a smile.

“Keep going.”

“This Meiren Lei is made from a combination of countless poisons in the world.”

“Is it a terrible poison?”

“…No, it’s not as bad as I thought it was.”

“Huh?”

Tang Bo gave an awkward smile.

“The truth is, I made it because I thought it would be very toxic if I put all the venom together, but it didn’t work that well. They just neutralized each other and did not have a synergistic effect, so it is only a half-failed poison.”

Chung Myung, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, cast a sour look at Tang Bo.

“So what’s the conclusion?”

“Dosa Hyung nim, what is internal strength?”

“… It’s the energy.”

“Yes, it’s energy. But animals and plants only have energy that is appropriate for their size. But doesn’t martial artist keep that energy endlessly in their body?”

“That’s right.”

“But there are some animals that know how to hold energy. That’s what we call the sacred beast. The creatures create true qi (Essence qi) in their bodies and go beyond the limits of the beast.” (It will be easier to understand if you know the sari that comes out of the body of a monk, is what I copy pasted from google.

“Don’t be so obvious, just say the conclusion.”

“No, we’re almost there. But sacred creatures are not the only beasts that can hold energy. Poisons also harbor energy.”

“Huh?”

Tang Bo smiled.

“When a non-poisonous beast embraces energy, it becomes sacred creature, and when a poisonous beast embraces energy, it becomes a poison. Sacred beast gathers energy by Naedan, but the poisonous beast…….”

“Gathering energy from poison?”

“That’s exactly what it is. Otherwise, the poison won’t get stronger if you get bigger, right? In other words, the energy of the poisonous beast is like a collection of energy that it has gathered all its life!”

Chung Myung cocked his chin.

‘It stinks of shit.’

“So, in my family, we have tried several times to absorb Meiren Lei, which is a bunch of poison from all kinds of poisons, and use it as internal strength!”

“What happened?”

“They’re all dead, I guess.”

“…….”

No, this cretin?

Tang Bo waved his hand and backed away when Chung Myung’s forearms formed a vein.

“Oh no! Listen to the end! To the end!”

“Keep saying that crap?”

“It’s not nonsense! They failed, but it worked!”

“How do you know that? They are all dead.”

Tang Bo smiled.

“The great members of the Tang Family rushed in to subdue the man who went crazy because of the poison, but they were all beaten. That enormous internal strength almost collapsed Tang Family bacn in two hundred years ago.”

“…….”

“Of course, thanks to not resisting the poison and accepting everything as it is, it becomes a bloodbath, but it has an effect anyway. You can also get a huge internal strength where elixirs of other sects can’t even get anywhere near of it! Meiren Lei was not the greatest poison in the world, but it could be the greatest elixir in the world. This is it! As long as one can purify it!”

Chung Myung exhaled a deep sigh.

“So how do you purify it?”

“…I don’t know.”

“…….”

“Would I live like this if I knew that?” “I must have already eaten a bowl of Meiren Lei and beaten Dosa Hyung nim… No, this is a slip of the tongue.”

“Beat?”

“…….”

“Who?”

Chung Myung smiled as he stood up.

“Hahaha.”

Tang Bo takes a step back, his face awkward.

“Come on. Let’s check it out today!”

Chung Myung took off immediately for Tang Bo.

“Hiiik! Taoist Hyung- Argh! That’s it! Hey, you bastard! How can a Taoist beat a man like this…….Argh! Save me, Hyung nim!”

“Die! Die, you bastard! Die!”

* * *

“…….”