Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 232

“Don’t move! Everyone that moves is the culprit!”

“……What did he say?”

“Please understand. It’s not like he is like that just for a day or two, is it?”

Baek Chun sighed, looking at Chung Myung, who was acting like a poisonous viper.

A sack of Jamokcha is hidden behind Chung Myung’s back. He took the sack of Jamokcha as soon as he returned to Namman Yasugung Clan, saying he had to protect it.

“Cute, cute.”

“Don’t say that, even if it’s a joke. You know he is serious.”

Jo Gol’s shudder makes Baek Chun smirk.

Of course, Chung Myung does look amazing…..

‘To be honest, it’s not something I don’t understand.’

Just because it’s easier than you think doesn’t diminish the significance of Jamokcha. That very Jamokcha is required to manufacture Chaos Origin Pill, and only after Chaos Origin Pill is manufactured can Mount Hua sect regain its former reputation.

Mount Hua now considered Jamokcha to be more valuable than gold. Chung Myung’s nerves are understandably frayed.

“If it’s that important, you shouldn’t put it here and keep it. We need to get back to Mount Hua.”

Chung Myung gave a nod.

“The journey is a lot longer than I thought. The Elder’s necks must have gotten an inch longer.”

“…….”

Baek Chun, who imagines the Elders to have long necks, shakes his head and blows the ideas away.

‘Yes, the journey is much longer than I anticipated.’

Who would have guessed they’d have to go through so much to get Jamokcha?

Thinking about it like that, it was Baek Chun who felt that the sack of Jamokcha was the most precious.

He turned his head to face the other disciples.

“Are you ready to leave?”

“There’s nothing to be prepared for. I don’t have much luggage.”

“Well, that’s right.”

He quietly nodded. He returned his gaze to Chung Myung and spoke in a slightly lower tone.

“Then, without delay, let’s pay greets to Gungju nim and leave. He has shown us a lot of favor, so we should greet him properly.”

“Well, we should be.”

Chung Myung gave a nod.

Regardless of whether he wants to leave for Jungwon right away, he needs to establish a good relationship with Yasugung Ju.

‘Because Jamokcha is held hostage.’

Chung Myung’s brow furrowed slightly.

Yasugung Ju gets smarter the more he thinks about it. He won the Mount Hua sect’s sympathy by giving them medicinal herbs that meant nothing to them, and even built that plant’s fields around Shindam, laying the groundwork for a long-term relationship.

Of course, Mount Hua benefits as well. It’s simple to obtain Jamokcha, and they have a future supplier.

Then Yoon Jong and Jo Gol surprised Chung Myung.

“What! Don’t approach me recklessly!”

“I’m not taking it away, you punk! We’re Mount Hua people, too!”

Jo Gol screamed, feeling betrayed.

Yoon Jong opened his mouth with a slightly solemn expression.

“Chung Myung ah.”

“Huh?”

“I have a story to tell.”

“What?”

Chung Myung shook his head at the rather solemn demeanor.

“Why would we do that?”

Chung Myung’s voice became stern. Yoon Jong, on the other hand, who brought it up, appeared calm, as if he had expected such a reaction.

“No, think carefully.”

“It’s not like we’re stopping them from going up and down to Yunnan! They say they won’t do it, so why do we have to convince them?”

“There are many reasons.”

“And what are you going to do if people starve again? Sahyung. Yoon Jong Sahyung. It is not for us to step up. No, of course, I fet sorry, too. But there are things you can do and things you can’t do.”

“No, it’s not just for that reason.”

Jo Gol, who had been silently listening, waved his hand and added.

“Chung Myung ah. If Sahyung was to do things only with compassion, I would have stopped him before he even spoke to you. But if you think about it, it’s not that simple.”

Chung Myung’s brow furrowed slightly in response to Jo Gol’s words.

“Then what?”

“It makes money.”

“Huh?”

“Money!”

Jo Gol’s eyes glowed.

Chung Myung made an odd expression at the word’money’ and looked at the two.

“So…….”

“Let me explain…….”

But Chung Myung spoke up even before Jo Gol opened his mouth.

“Since the food situation in Yunnan looks bad, we can make a lot of money if they buy food and trade it for Yunnan’s tea leaves?”

“Uh…….”

“Of course, there is still small business trip and that alone indicated absolutely short amount of supply, so if we can get a hold of the right to trade tea leaves in Yunnan, we can make as much money as the top 10 merchants in Jungwon make?”

“…….”

“And since Sahyung can set it up, it is like eating pheasant along with the egg situation? This is it, right?

Jo Gol gave Chung Myung a blank stare.

“…were you thinking?”

“Do you take me as a fool?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Oh, no.”

Chung Myung grins.

“I understand what Sahyung is thinking, but that’s one thing you know and you don’t know. For us, the important thing is not to make money in Yunnan, but to maintain a good relationship with Namman Yasugung Clan.”

“…….”

“You don’t have to do things you don’t want to do for the sake of the other person.” Money? Of course it is significant. But some things in life are more important than money.”

Yoon Jong and Jo Gol exchanged blank stares with Chung Myung.

They also exchange glances.

‘You said he’d go insane if we told him we could make money.’

‘Sahyung must’ve thought the same thing! Who knew something like that would come out of the mouth of that money ghost?’

Chung Myung looked pityingly at the two.

“So, don’t think about anything useless and pack your bags.”

“………Ugh.”

Yoon Jong sighed and bowed his head.

“Can’t you at least tell the story?”

“Huh.”

Chung Myung looked at him with disapproving eyes, but Yoon Jong didn’t seem to want to break his will easily.

“Doesn’t Gungju nim take special care of you? He may hear what you are saying. In fact, the reason Namman Yasugung Clan is blocking the tea trade is that they don’t like Jungwon people, but if you come forward yourself, it could be a good thing for each other.”

Chung Myung’s brow furrowed slightly.

In retrospect, it’s not so bad…….

He finally opened his mouth after a brief moment of thought.

“It’s really just to bring it up.”

“Yes, I don’t want any more than that.”

“Instead!”

“Yes?”

Chung Myung laughed.

“There’s something Sahyung should prepare.”

“What?”

“It’s nothing.”

Chung Myung laughed.

“It’s an outfit that makes negotiations easier.”

Yoon Jong and Jo Gol’s faces were filled with worry.

“…….”

Baek Chun gave Chung Myung a blank stare.

“That…….”

“Why?”

“……No.”

His gaze swept over Chung Myung from head to toe.

“…what are you doing?”

“So, what now?”

“Ughh.”

Baek Chun exhaled heavily.

Chung Myung, dressed in a blue robe, holds a fan made of pure white tail feathers in one hand.

It was almost like Zhuge Liang’s, but it doesn’t look as good because it’s poorly made. (I kept it from mtl, but if it’s difficult to imagine, take the Jaegal clan as an example haha. Though I’m not sure if they wear blue robes or not.)

Chung Myung, who held a crude impersonation of Baek Woosun in his hand, proudly stretched his shoulder.

“You have to wear this much to negotiate in Yunnan.”

Baek Chun, who had his hands behind his back as he looked at the smiling Chung Myung, eventually frowned and turned his head.

But as soon as he turned my head, he saw worse people.

“What’s the matter with you guys?”

“…….”

Yoon Jong and Jo Gol wiped their wet eyes with their sleeves, saying nothing.

In fact, the Baek Woosun in Chung Myung’s hands was not purchased anywhere, but was created by the two of them.

Chung Myung requested a blue robe and Baek Woosun, and the two men, unable to go to Kunming, entered the jungle and ran on their own to chase birds with long tail feathers.

They were scratched here and there by branches, itchy from the wild grass, and scratched a lot by the bird’s claws, making a mess.

‘That d*mn thing.’

‘The dog would never bite him!’

They were able to create a plausible looking Baek Woosun in time as a result of this, and the result of those tears and sorrow is now in the hands of Chung Myung.

“Huhuh, history is bound to repeat itself! Don’t you think he’ll listen to me by now? Kekeke.”

Baek Chun opened his mouth in a serious tone, looking at Chung Myung, who was laughing to himself.

“…Listen carefully, everyone.”

“Yes. Sasuk.”

“This is absolutely a secret when we return to Jungwon. Jaegal Clan may come after us with a sword if they know.”

“……I will.”

One by one, the disciples of Mount Hua sighed.

Regardless, Chung Myung coughed in vain and stretched his arms left and right as if he liked his clothes.

“Now, to Gungju nim…….”

It was back then.

“Are you in there?”

“Yes?”

Chung Myung opened the door to find one of Namman Yasugung Clan’s members waiting for him.

“Gungju nim is looking for Chung Myung Dojang.”

“Huh?”

Chung Myung cocked his chin.

“Why?”

“I don’t know why. He asked Dojang to stop by Gungju nim’s room as soon as the time was right.”

“Really?”

Chung Myung gave a nod.

He had planned to go there, so it worked out better.

“Then I’ll be back.”

“Well…….”

“Don’t worry. I’ll try to talk to him. I may look like this, but I used to be called Jaegal Chung Myung.” (I will use Zhuge and Jaegal alternately)

“…… My ass, Jaegal Chung Myung.”

“Ahem!”

Baek Chun opened his mouth stiffly as he watched Chung Myung walk with his hand on his back.

“Guys.”

“Sahyung, yes!”

“Get your things together.”

“What?”

“Always hold onto your luggage so that we can run away at any time.”

“……Yes.”

Baek Chun looked at Chung Myung, concerned.

‘Please don’t have a mishap, Chung Myung ah.’

‘Please.’

* * *

“You have arrives.”

“Yes. Was everything okay last night? ”

“What happened to me…” But what’s the matter with your outfit? ”

“I’m started taking care of it.”

“Hahahahahaha! You look like a scholar.”

“Right? Hahat! ”

Chung Myung walked forward and sat in front of Gungju nim, gently spreading his arms.

“I’m here because I heard you called me.”

“Yes, that’s correct. I called because I needed to speak with you.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

Yasugung Ju gazed supremely at Chung Myung.

“It’s a bit awkward to say things like this out of my mouth, but didn’t Namman Yasugung Clan take care of Mount Hua’s convenience?”

“Oh, thank you very much.”

Although the past Plum Blossom Sword Saint is said to be a Yunnan hero, treating and considering the descendants who are not the hero himself is never easy.

So he owes him gratitude.

However, he opened his mouth with a slightly humble expression, which was unusual for Yasugung Ju.

“That’s not exactly why I’m saying this, but…….”

“What?”

Chung Myung’s body was about to twist as he noticed that intense face awkwardly looking at him.

“I have a favor to ask of you.”

“A favor?”

“Yes.”

The owner of Yasugung Ju sighs and looks at Chung Myung.

“This is also a request from Namman Yasugung Clan to Mount Hua. I, Maeng So (맹소(孟小)), the lord of Namman Yasugung Clan…….” (The chinese , 小 (Xiao), that you may have familiar with, means Little/small.)

“Wait a minute.”

“Huh?”

“What is your name, Maeng So?”

“That’s right.”

“Xiao (Little)?”

Yasugung Ju gives a nod.

“When I was born, I was so small that my father gave me that name.”

“…….”

No.

What happens to someone born so small, and what happens to them when they grow up?

Have you tried any baby food yet?

“In any case!”

Maeng So Yasugung Ju continued, a little embarrassed.

“This is also a request from Yasugung Ju, I, Maeng So, to Mount Hua’s Chung Myung Dojang.”

Chung Myung sat up straight.

If it comes out like this, it means something serious, and a person who has done a favor should be treated accordingly. Chung Myung’s face has hardened uncharacteristically.

“Tell me.”

“It’s nothing but…….”

Maeng So, who had been mumbling as if he was selecting a word, sighed deeply and said.

“I know it’s a difficult request, but……. Why can’t Mount Hua come forward and trade with Yunnan? ”

“…yes?”

“Trade…….”

“What?”

“So, the tea trade…”

“…huh?”

“Of course, I know it’s difficult.”

Chung Myung replied with a blank expression.

“You want us to do tea trade?”