It’s late at night.
Chung Myung crept into Sect Leader’s mansion without anyone noticing.
‘Kikikik.’
His face covered in night clothing couldn’t stop smiling.
‘How come I didn’t think of this?’
No. It’s not that he didn’t consider it. It’s just that he didn’t have to think about it.
So far, Mount Hua has did not need Everlasting Metal, and even if there is, there are no people who can cut Everlasting Metal.
Even if a large amount of Everlasting Metal is buried beneath that small garden.
‘Keuh!
Chung Myung looked fresh at the small mountain behind Sect Leader’s house.
‘They would have suffered twice as much if it hadn’t been for this.’
No. What’s the big deal about it?
They were nearly robbed and thrown out of everything. When he thinks about that time, the tip of his nose becomes cold… No, it was Chung Myung who began to pull him back.
‘Oh, come on,’
He’s come this far, to think of it.
Didn’t he grab the head of the Sect who was about to collapse on the street due to a lack of food and drag them to the current situation?
“Phew, but there’s a long way to go. There’s a long way to go.”
‘Anyway, I’m sure things will improve once I figure this out!’
Chung Myung tensed his eyes and stared at the mountain.
“Right. This is not the time to be like this!”
He took a deep breath and hardened his face as he drew his sword.
“I’m coming!”
Whip, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
A torrent of dirt erupted from the ground. Chung Myung wielded the sword like a pickaxe, slicing the soil like tofu.
Chung Myung, who dug an instantaneous hole in the mountain, turns and moves forward.
Chwa, chwa, chwa, chwa, chwa, chwa, chwa!
A torrent of dirt erupted from the ground. Chung Myung wielded his sword like a pickaxe, slicing the soil like tofu.
‘I had such a difficult time back then.’
It’s no longer a lot of work. He could immediately feel how much stronger he had become over the previous two years and months.
Tok.
“What?”
Chung Myung used a sword to cut the rock in front of him and measured the direction.
‘At this time……’
‘Below this. That should be correct.’
He had previously opened the door and entered, but he was about to try something new this time. The more he touches the metal, the more likely Hyun Jong will notice it, and he will be unable to enter the room.
“I think it was around here.”
Chung Myung drew a sword and thrust it over his head.
Tak. Tak. Tak.
“No?”
Kkaang!
“Oh!”
Chung Myung’s eyes glowed.
‘I really enjoyed it.’
A hard thing got caught on the sword’s tip. There is no way a rock can stop his sword with energy on it, so what has now been caught must be Cheon Mun Sahyung’s secret fund room, which he had previously entered…… No, it would be of Mount Hua’s Sect Leader.
“Let’s see.”
Chung Myung lightly shakes his sword.
The dirt piles above his head then poured down, revealing a dark, flat, square ceiling.
Looking admiringly at the exposed ceiling, Chung Myung stated, “That is the safe room.”
“Wow! Cheon Mun Sahyung! I can’t believe you’re so generous!”
‘You leave all the treasures in the safe, and the safe is also available for use!’
This Saje is completely speechless!
– Hey, you thief…..
“Oh, later, I’ll talk to you later. I’m busy right now.”
Chung Myung picks up the sword and pokes at the top of the safe, having quickly pushed out the auditory hallucination in his ears.
Kaang. Kaang.
‘It’s undeniably solid.’
Everlasting Metal is just that: Everlasting Metal. I wouldn’t have dared to cut it if it hadn’t been for a recent surge in internal strength.
“But it’s different now.”
Chung Myung slightly opened his eyes.
And moved the sword slowly.
Dantian’s internal strength grew like wildfire in response to his movement. The energy that had rushed through the body in an instant rushed into the sword.
Kuuuung!
Chung Myung’s sword emits a bright ring of energy.
With a slightly blank expression, Chung Myung slowly lifted the sword.
His sword drew soft arcs slowly.
Seueut!
Chung Myung retrieved the sword and pushed it into the sheath after lightly swiping it once.
“Good!”
Chung Myung widens his eyes and raises his head with a happy expression.
“Now that I have cut it…….”
Chung Myung’s head is struck by the Everlasting Metal, which has been cut into a circle.
“Huh?”
Bam!
“…….”
Thud.
Chung Myung’s feet squeaked.
“Ugh.”
He whimpered and spit out curse words as he pushed away the Everlasting Metal that covered his body.
“No! Do you wear brain as a decoration!”
‘Of course, if you cut the ceiling, it will fall off!’ Shit! ‘
He wiped his nosebleeds and looked down at the Everlasting Metal that had fallen to the ground.
“Anyway… I think that’s enough.”
It’s nearly big enough for a person to lie down on. You can make a large pot indefinitely with this size.
If there is only one issue……
“It’s thinner than I thought.”
I’m considering it.
They have to uproot a couple of roots with this size and thickness of safe, even if Shaolin rather than Mount Hua makes it. If Mount Hua does this, they will go bankrupt immediately.
Chung Myung frowned at the iron plate, which had been thinned almost to the point of breaking.
“Then, uh…….”
Originally, a pot was to be made by digging out a thick iron plate with a sword. However, the dug out metal is so thin that it is insufficient for it.
That is to say…
“…do I have to bend this?”
‘Everlasting Metal?’
‘Me?’
Chung Myung’s eyes are trembling.
Now that it’s come to this, the only option is to beat and bend this iron plate before casting it into a pot shape.
The sad reality is that no one can do such a thing, not just on Mount Hua, but throughout Shaanxi.
Oh, there must be a spot open. Wouldn’t the Sect Leader of Southern Edge Sect be able to do it?
‘Right.’
‘With great pleasure,’
‘It’s a pleasure to be able to assist Mount Hua. You cretins! ‘
While.
Shit.
Chung Myung finally sighed deeply, realizing there was no other option but to do it himself.
“……Yes, I’d rather die than to suffer like this.”
And he sat down, taking an iron plate of Everlasting Metal and placing it on his lap.
His left hand grasps the iron plate’s bottom.
“Tsk.”
Hwaaak!
His hands were almost white and sweating profusely. Simultaneously, the iron plate began to heat up red.
“How!”
He strikes the heated part of the iron plate with his right hand as it is.
Kaang!
“Anything!”
Kaang!
“Can’t be done without me!”
Kaang!
Anger-filled hands slapped the Everlasting Metal. At the same time, the Everlasting Metal, which is extremely hard, began to bend gradually.
The size of an ant’s brows.
“No, this bastard?”
Chung Myung’s eyes were filled with flames.
What is his name?
Isn’t he the one who turns his back on things that don’t go his way?
“Oh! Let’s see if you win or I win!”
Chung Myung clenched his fist and began beating the iron plate to death, raising his energy as much as he could.
Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaaaaang!
“Uuuooohhh!”
* * *
“Ugh.”
Yakdang ju Un Gak awoke with a heavy expression.
He didn’t get much sleep last night.
‘The more I think about it, the further away it becomes.’
Special steel pots made of Hancheol and Mukcheol are required to make Chaos Origin Pill. (It was steel grade classification in the old days; if I’m not mistaken, Hancheol was at the top; I’m not sure about mukcheol. Source)
The problem is that Hancheol and Mukcheol, even if they have money, find it difficult to get as much as they want.
‘Will Chung Myung ever get Hancheol?’
They still need to get that metal before making a pot out of it.
Can he get it in one night, no matter how much Chung Myung acts like a goblin?
‘For the time being, I’ll say it’s fine.’
He made a boastful remark, so he must have made an effort, but failure is natural, so he believes he should comfort him gently.
Un Gak sighed quietly, opened the door, and stepped outside.
“Right, considering what he’s been doing for us……. What the! You scared me! What’s this?”
Un Gak, who was walking calmly outside, was startled and took a step back.
His round eyes drooped gradually.
“Chu- Chung Myung?”
“Huuuuu. Huuuuu.”
“…….”
Chung Myung was lying down, snoring and falling asleep.
“W- What….”
‘What in the world did you do overnight to look like a beggar?’
His entire body is caked in dirt. And he’s sweated so much that the dust has become sticky and adhered to him. What exactly happened……
“Huh?”
Un Gak’s gaze shifted to the side.
“This?”
He notices a large pot next to Chung Myung.
It’s quite large.
A blue light shone every time the light shone on the black pot. He’d never seen iron like this before.
“No- No way…”
Un Gak’s body shook.
Isn’t that correct?
No way.
Sreuk.
Un Gak drew the sword from his waist slowly. And channeled his strength into his sword.
Gulp.
Swallowing his dry saliva, he struck the pot with decisive force.
Dong!
Keururu!
“…….”
Then he looked at his sword, which had been neatly broken in half.
‘Broken?’
He infused energy into the sword, but it broke?
‘Then what?’
“Ha, ha……. Han……..”
Hancheol?
“E- Everlasting Metal?” (만년한철)
Is it true that this madman made pots out of Everlasting Metal?
He dashed into the pot, hitting it several times. However, only his hands hurt as if they were going to snap, but the pot was unaffected.
“Se- Sect Leader! Sect Leadeeeer! Uoooohhh! Sect Leadeeeeeer!”
Un Gak, terrified, clutched the pot and began running toward Sect Leader’s house.
“Puhuuuu! Puhuuuu!”
Only Chung Myung’s snoring could be heard in the quiet Medicine Hall yard.
* * *
“Oh my God, it’s Everlasting Metal. I’ve never seen this much of Everlasting Metal in my life.”
“This is enough, right?”
The elders gathered around the cauldron, curiously tapping it.
“No, Chung Myung. Where the hell did you get this from?”
How dare you say I understand!
‘I made it all by myself, you guys!’
‘Aigoo! That is my fate. The old man beats the pot all night with his fist, while the young (?) get laid and sleep! ‘
Chung Myung, who was sighing heavily, stated indifferently.
“That’s not really important.”
“Tha- That’s right. Yes! That’s not the point!”
Hyun Jong shifted his gaze.
“Un Gak! No, Yakdang ju!” exclaimed Un Gak.
“Yes! Sect Leader!”
“Is this enough?”
“I’d like to try one last time.”
“Umm. Got it!”
Hyun Jong approached the pot and placed his hand on the bottom. And he began to exert as much energy as he could.
Kuoong!
The pot has begun to heat up.
“Oh! It’s holding up!”
“It’s really Everlasting Metal! It is so thin but can still withstand!”
Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s working! It’s working! Sect Leader! Now we can make Chaos Origin Pill! No, I mean we can make Jasodan!”
“Finally!”
Hyun Jong’s eyes are dripping.
This damned suffering….well, the majority of the work was done by Chung Myung alone, but after all of his efforts, he was finally able to begin manufacturing Chaos Origin Pill!
‘Mount Hua will take another step forward as a result of this!’
“The ancestors took care of us.”
“Rotten things.”
“……Huh?”
Hyun Jong cocked his chin slightly.
‘Did I hear something incorrectly?’
Chung Myung shakes his hands, exhausted from bending Everlasting Metal with his energy all night.
“Let’s get started. Quickly…….”
“Of course we should! Yakdang ju!”
“I see, Sect Leader!” “I’ll start getting ready right away.”
Chung Myung shook his head as he observed Yakdang ju pouring ingredients into the pot and Hyun Jong’s constant nagging.
‘Fuck ancestors! I’m the one…… Huh? Am I the ancestor?’
Uh… yes, that’s correct.
That is correct. That word.
“Now, add Gongcheong Oil and Hwasinsu… and if you add morning dew…….”
Yakdang ju, who had carefully mixed the ingredients until the end, quickly stepped back and wiped the sweat from his brow, then reached out and grabbed the long iron spatula.
All preparations have been completed.
He shouted firmly after a couple of deep breaths.
“Please get going!”
“Dear Hyun Sang!”
“Yes, Sect Leader!”
Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang grab the pot from both sides and raise their energy; the two, who quickly turn their inner strength into heat, grip the pot tightly with a solemn expression.
Gooo.
The ingredients begin to boil as a tremendous amount of heat gathers around the center of the pot.
“All right! Just like this! ”
Yakdang ju delighted in stirring the ingredients in the pot.
“That’s all! Please keep up the good work! ”
“How much is it?”
“Only ten days!”
“Oh! “Yes, ten…”
‘Huh?’
‘What?’
Both Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang locked their gaze on Yakdangiju.
“…How much time?”
“Only ten days!”
“… Didn’t you say Chaos Origin Pill would take 10 days to make? But does this alone take ten days? ”
“Yes! That’s the entire procedure! ”
“…….”
‘Then you should have told me ahead of time, you jerk!’
Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang were perplexed and looked with trembling eyes at Yakdangju.
“I- If we pause and start again…….”
“No! You can’t stop once started! Ten days! It’s definitely ten days from now! ”
Yakdang ju’s eyes were filled with madness.
What’s the point of stirring a pot for ten days if this is the moment when his life’s greatest achievements will be made?
“Uh… That? Huh? ”
A murmur came from behind Hyun Jong as he was about to say something.
“10 days….”
Hyun Jong turns his head slowly.
Chung Myung stood there with a devilish expression on his face.
Only the expression.
‘If you accidentally blow up the ingredients that I’ve worked so hard to obtain, Mount Hua will fly away.’
Chung Myung, who represents it, grins.
“You’ve got this! Sect Chief! ”
“…….”
“Of course! Without a doubt! Somehow! ”
“…….”
“People don’t die if they don’t sleep for 10 days! P Please, even if you die, hold on to the pot and do your best! This disciple will never forget Sect Leader’s devotion to Mount Hua! ”
‘You punk, I’m not dead yet!’
Moisture began to form around Hyun Jong’s eyes.
You’re going to die from a lightning strike!
