Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 229

“Hey, dude!”

With a flushed face, Baek Chun yelled.

“What?”

Chung Myung, on the other hand, appeared unconcerned.

Baek Chun’s blood pressure was so high that he stuttered his words while pointing.

“N- No! You punk! Huh? First of all, uh, first of all, cover it up!”

“What?”

“Get dressed! Clothes!”

“Huh?”

Chung Myung lowers his gaze and examines his body.

“There’s still underwear. What’s the problem?”

“Oh my god!”

Baek Chun shook his head.

Chung Myung, wearing barely a single sheet of clothing, proudly displayed his body, wearing only one undergarment.

Of course, the firm muscles were enough to elicit a gasp, but wouldn’t it be less embarrassing to wear pants?

“There is your Sago! Here!”

Baek Chun was concerned about Yoo Iseol’s eye health, but she maintained her cool. She picked up a piece of cloth, approached Chung Myung, and wrapped it around his body without saying anything.

“Wear it.”

“Oh, as expected of Sago!”

“Because it’s ugly.”

“…Thank you.”

‘I really appreciate the tears.’

While holding the cloth, Chung Myung shrugged his shoulders.

“Now I can beat Inkscale Blood Serpent. Let’s hurry up get Jamokcha and go back.”

Yoon Jong sighed deeply as he heard the words.

“Chung Myung ah. I don’t think the serpent is the problem right now.”

“Huh? Why?”

It was back then.

“What’s going on!”

“These crazy people!”

“Huh?”

Namman Yasugung people rushed toward the collapsed building with a loud shout.

It didn’t take long for their faces to turn bright red.

“Since were a descendant of Plum Blossom Sword Saint, we treated them with all of our heart! How dare they do this?!”

“Do they want to die!”

Namman Yasugung people reacted violently in a series of ways. More and more people gathered as the shouts began to pour in.

“Uh…….”

Chung Myung only smiled awkwardly as he looked around, which had been completely destroyed as if there had been a war.

“Hoho. Good gracious, I didn’t mean to.”

‘Is that all he’s got to say about it?’

Baek Chun sighed and attempted to take a step forward.

Chung Myung made a mess of things, but he’s still in charge of this group. He must be the first to stand up and apologize.

“First and foremost, I apologize……”

Chung Myung then grabbed Baek Chun’s shoulder and gently pulled it back.

“I’ll take care of it, Sasuk….”

“Uaakkkk!”

“Huh?”

Even though it was only a slight pull, Baek Chun’s body bounced back like a cannonball.

Kuung! Kuung! Kuung! Kuung! Kung!

Baek Chun, who bounced like a water-rock on the ground, crashed into the wall and trembled (That throwing flat rock to water thingy.)

“…….”

“Uh…….”

Chung Myung makes an awkward face at his hand before scratching his head and laughing awkwardly.

“I’m so sorry. I’m still not used to it.”

“Ugh…”

Baek Chun stands up and looks at Chung Myung with bloodshot eyes.

“Come… I’ll kill you and kill myself later! ”

“Ei, then only Sasuk will die. Please be patient. I’ll figure it out.”

“Euahhhhh! Oh, no! ”

“Stay strong, Sasuk!”

“Keep yourself together! That’s the way he is! ”

“Arghh!”

Jo Gol and Yoon Jong clung to Baek Chun, who was in pain.

Chung Myung just shrugged and took a step forward, facing Ho-Beop after they broke through the crowd. (I thought it was a name (Hobeop), but usually they would have a Chinese character beside it in the first appearance, which this doesn’t have, so I’ll address it as a person for now.)

Ho-Beop stares coldly at Chung Myung.

“How are you going to handle this?”

“What? ‘This,’ you say? ”

“Aren’t you the one who destroyed this entire structure?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. How am I going to do that? ”

“What? Are you saying you’re going to deny that you destroyed the building? ”

Chung Myung smirked when he heard it.

“Did anyone else see it?”

It was a standard excuse, and it didn’t work.

“I noticed it!”

One of the Namman Yasugung People stood up and yelled.

“I saw it clearly! I saw with my own eyes that a black dragon’s wind coming out of that building and blew everything away! Don’t even dream of making excuses like that! ”

“Hooh”

Chung Myung looked at the man, astounded.

“Dragon Wind, Black Dragon?”

“Yes!”

Ho-Beop skin had also hardened.

“Explain. Even if you are the descendants of Plum Blossom Sword Saint, you will not be able to avoid responsibility if you do not explain it properly! Unless Plum Blossom Sword Saint personally comes here! ”

‘These guys, come here personally!’

‘My name is the Plum Blossom Sword Saint!’

Chung Myung sighed and went on.

“So, if I can’t explain, you’re going to beat us up?”

“If we have to!”

“Uh……, but isn’t that strange?”

“Hm?”

Ho-beop, who was standing directly in front of Chung Myung’s words, tilted his head.

‘What do you mean strange?’

“As he said, a huge blast of wind blew up the entire building.” he said.

“Right!”

“Did I make it?”

“……yes?”

“Can someone do that?”

“…….”

‘What?’

‘Of course it is…Huh?’

Chung Myung shook his head, as if not understanding.

“When the black dragon wind rises and the entire building is shattered, isn’t it common sense to worry about the people inside it? Than you think I caused the wind? ”

“……That…….”

Ho-beop reluctantly closes his mouth.

No, and to think about it, that’s common sense.

Does it make sense for a person to generate such a wind? It doesn’t.

“And there’s one more strange thing.”

“Wait, what is it?”

“Let’s just say I caused that wind.”

Chung Myung pretends to take a look around.

“That means you’re going to beat up the guy who’s making wind with your bare body and making everyone around you look like this.” Is that okay with you? ”

“…….”

Ho-beop remained silent.

‘He is not mistaken.’

If this young disciple of Mount Hua created this situation, it means he is a martial master who transcends common sense; catching and imprisoning such a person cannot be easy.

At the very least……

“What’s the problem?”

At that moment, a loud voice filled the room.

“Nim Gungju!”

“Greetings, Gungju nim!”

Namman Yasugung people fell down on the spot when they saw Yasugung ju walking from afar, and Mount Hua’s disciples also bowed deeply to him.

With a smirk, the nervous Ho-beop looked at Yasugung ju and shouted.

“Gungju nim, these people…….”

“Quiet!”

Yasugung ju raised his hand slightly to block the word, then moved one step at a time toward Chung Myung, his big eyes wide open.

Thud, thump, thump!

The ground vibrates with each determined step, and an illusion of a large tiger appears behind him every time his feet touch the ground.

Thud!

Soon after, Yasugung ju, who had appeared directly in front of Chung Myung, distorted his face and stared at him.

“You jerk!”

“…what?”

Yasugung ju’s face slightly warms up. A groan-like voice comes out of his mouth as he stares at Chung Myung with a red face.

“…Did you make significant progress?”

“Ei, ’tis but a scratch. This is because the internal strength has increased a little.” (Im not sure. The raw is 소성. Mtl says fire.)

“A scuff? Did you say it was only a scratch? ” (I simply… cannot.)

“Yes, that’s about it.”

Yasugung ju’s face contorted even more, and he bursts into laughter and slaps Chung Myung on the shoulder, as if he couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Hahahahaha! A smudge! A scratch, I see! That’s exactly how a man should be! Keuhahahat! ”

Bang! Bang! BANG!

There is an explosion of sound every time Yasugung ju’s hand hits Chung Myung on the shoulder.

‘Will this be how I die?’

‘Is he hitting me out of rage?’

Chung Myung’s body sinks one inch deeper into the ground with each strike, until he is knee-deep in the ground by the time Yasugung ju’s laughter stops.

Yasugung ju laughed as if the scene itself was amusing, then grabbed Chung Myung and lifted him off the ground.

“Yes, we’ll have to drink to celebrate your pitiful accomplishment!”

People in Namman Yasugung were contemplating.

“Gungju nim, they are sinners who have demolished Namman Yasugung Clan’s building!”

“You must condemn them.”

“What?!”

Yasugung ju yelled.

“You’re telling me to punish the guest for blowing up a few building pieces!” When did Namman Yasugung Clan become such a den of moths? What a pitiful bunch! ”

The clan members quickly bowed their heads in response to the yelling reprimand.

At the time, they noticed Chung Myung secretly sticking out his tongue.

Blood veins appeared on the clan members’ foreheads.

‘Argh, I really want to beat him up as hard as I possibly can.’

‘What kind of jerk is he, just because he’s a guest?’

‘I really have no wish other than to hit that snout.’

‘How can he have such a different personality than Plum Blossom Sword Saint, given that they are both descended from him?’

Of course, the nature of Plum Blossom Sword Saint and Chung Myung’s personality is a perfect match, but those who heard the glorified history would not have known.

“If a guests were to attain advancement in Namman Yasugung Clan, shouldn’t we celebrate! What? Condemn? You little cretins! How can you say that you are the proud man of the Namman Yasugung Clan? You stupid…….”

“Hey, don’t be so upset. It’s because they are concerned about the Namman Yasugung Clan.”

“Hmm? Yes, indeed. Right.”

“And I did do wrong.”

“What you did wrong? That’s something a martial artist would do! I used to blow up a lot of training halls when I was a kid! ”

“Hehe. That’s correct. That is a possibility.”

Members of the Namman Yasugung Clan had rotten faces.

How can he be more compatible with a foreigner he’s only known for a few days than with people he’s known for decades?

‘Aren’t they already a separated sibling?’

‘It’s not big enough to be a sibling.’

‘Just by looking at his face, he appears to have never bled.’ (I believe this does not mean literally; the raw is ‘.’)

Members of the Namman Yasugung clan and Mount Hua disciples sighed simultaneously, their eyes meeting, and the two groups, who confirmed that their eyes contained pity, sighed again.

“Hahahahaha! Let’s have a celebration! ”

“No, not now.”

“Huh?”

Yasugung ju leans back in his chair.

“What exactly do you mean by ‘not now?'”

“Let’s catch the snake first. Let’s have him later as a snack.”

“Are you referring to the Inkscale Blood Serpent?”

“Yes.”

“Um, yes. But be cautious. Among other sacred beasts, the Inkscale Blood Serpent is a sacred beast.”

“It’s just a snake.”

“Right! A man should be so determined! ”

“Of course!” says one. Kikikik! ”

“Hahahahaha!”

Those who were listening to the two’s conversation let out another deep sigh.

* * *

“…What in the world did you do?”

“What”

“What did you do to cause that to occur?”

“Oh, you mean that?”

As he enters the jungle and walks toward Shindam, Chung Myung smirks at Baek Chun’s words.

“I’ve increased my internal strength a bit.”

“…….”

“It’s gotten a little bigger. “Only a little.”

Baek Chun raised his head and gazed up at the sky obscured by the bushes.

‘Dear ancestor.’

‘Do something about it, please.’

What type of internal strength is that, and is it increased because he wants to?

‘Should I be surprised that he increased his internal strength out of necessity, or that he is blowing up all the buildings in order to increase his internal strength?’

‘Please, please, please!’

“Well, it hasn’t improved as much as I expected, but…… It’s a good thing I didn’t fumble it.”

“Can one die while attempting to gain internal strength?”

“It was a little dangerous this time.”

“……I don’t understand anymore.”

He didn’t understand it right away.

Baek Chun sighed and began muttering something, but Chung Myung ignored him and went straight to Shindam.

‘It was extremely hazardous.’

Chung Myung had no idea how powerful Meiren Lei’s venom and energy were; if he had made a small mistake or had less pure internal strength, his body would have burst to death.

On the other hand, Chung Myung successfully purified and absorbed Meiren Lei’s energy.

‘Tsk, I was very lucky to catch it.’

The amount of internal power was enormous, but the energy that could be extracted from it was insignificant.

Fortunately, because it is such a massive amount of energy, even the amount of energy that Chung Myung has accumulated has been able to generate as much energy as he has.

It is still insufficient in comparison to what the Plum Blossom Sword Saint had in its heyday, but even this much will not cause him to suffer for long.

“First and foremost!”

Chung Myung twisted the brush to the left and right.

Finally, Shindam, which is full of clear water, caught his attention.

“I’ll tell you what the cost of touching someone is!”

Ah, Chung Myung.

‘You should speak facts even if your mouth is crooked.’

‘You, you touched him.’

‘He didn’t do anything,’

There was so much to say, but the disciples of Mount Hua sighed.

“Here we go! Euracha! ” (The Chung Myung’s—)

Chung Myung drew his sword and charged toward Shindam.

“Hey! The sword has been shattered! ”