“This….”
Wu Changsong blinked repeatedly.
But the reality in front of him has remained unchanged.
‘We- We lost?’
‘How is this possible?’
This was an impossible match for them to lose. He was unsure if they competed in martial arts, but if they competed in speed, the Yuryong Sect’s disciples were second to none in the world.
They even ran the usual training route, but they were defeated by Mount Hua’s disciple, who was visiting for the first time.
“How can they…….”
Before he could come, the disciples of Mount Hua trudged inside, each holding the legs of the Yuryong Sect’s disciple in one hand.
“….”
Seeing his disciples faint with foam in their mouths, he closed his eyes tight.
Tolsok.
Tolsok.
The fainted Yuryong Sect disciples piled up in front of the training field one after the other.
Wu Changsong swallowed his dry saliva.
“What took you so long?”
When Chung Myung smirks and asks, Baek Chun shoots a glare.
“That snout? It’s this snout that just said that, huh?”
“I’ll kill you! Really!”
“…put your tongue out. I’ll cut it for you.”
The disciples of Mount Hua, led by Baek Chun, turned their gaze to Chung Myung.
However, the outcomes were not significantly different this time.
Chung Myung kicked Baek Chun and approached Wu Changsong while clicking his tongue.
“We won.”
“….”
Chung Myung grinned as Wu Changsong hesitated to answer.
“What? Is there a problem?”
Wu Changsong, who hesitated and opened his mouth slightly, soon shook his head and closed his mouth.
He couldn’t help but understand what had happened to the Mount Hua disciples. Therefore, fussing about his disciple’s condition now would only backfire.
“No, there isn’t.”
“So we won, right?”
“….”
“Where’s the man I was talking to? Did we win?”
“Y- Yes.”
“Hehe. Right?”
Chung Myung grinned and shook his head. The mournful Wu Changsong glared at him with a bluish-red face.
He’s lived long enough, and he’s been through all sorts of things, but he has never seen such a mean man as this idiot bastard smiling right in front of his eyes.
“You’re not gonna say two words in one mouth, are you? Then I’ll take it that we will actively cooperate from now on.”
“Kuh.”
Wu Changsong sighed deeply.
“… … Yes. I cannot say two words with one mouth.”
“Yes, you should. Then, please obey Somunju-nim from now on.”
“… Isn’t that a given?”
“Don’t just say that, but do it properly!”
“I- I got it!”
Wu Changsong screamed and sighed as he left the place. Chung Myung grinned as he exchanged glances with Du Yuncan.
‘That Sodojang…….’
Du Yuncan let out a voice inside.
Still, he wondered why he wanted to grow his business here, but it didn’t seem like it was done without thinking.
In fact, Du Yuncan was still confined to the limits of his position as Somunju. If he had truly been treated as Munju, the Elder would not have been able to put his hand on the matter he signed and bring it back with him personally.
However, for Du Yuncan,
who was not yet old and lacked experience, he couldn’t help but look at Wu Changsong.
Meanwhile, since Elder Wu lost the match against Chung Myung, it was clear that he would not be able to speak as well as before.
Above all, all the Disciples of the Yuryong Sect watched the outcome of this match.
‘Thank you.’
He thanked Chung Myung with his eyes.
Chung Myung, who received the gaze, also gently urged Du Yuncan with his eyes.
After reading the meaning, Du Yuncan nodded and stepped forward.
“This fight!”
When he opened his mouth in a firm voice, everyone in the hall paid attention to Du Yuncan.
“Mount Hua won.”
The response didn’t return. They couldn’t react in the first place, because it was the truth itself.
“But this doesn’t mean the Yuryong Sect’s defeat. Yuryong Sect and Mount Hua have already decided to be friends. There is no need to decide whether to win or lose between a close friend.”
Du Yuncan’s voice, full of confidence and strength, resounded.
“Bring some alcohol. Let’s hold a banquet. And this will be where the Yuryong Sect welcomes Mount Hua as a close friend!”
“Yes, Somunju-nim!”
Finally, a loud answer came out.
Du Yuncan smiled and looked at Chung Myung.
“It’s a little early, but how about a drink, Sodojang?”
“Hey. You’re asking the obvious. Of course….”
“Before that!”
But before Chung Myung could answer, someone screamed.
“Huh?”
Du Yuncan turned around and saw Baek Chun, Jo-Gol, and Yoon Jong, all covered in mud. Yoo Iseol and Tang So-so had already gone to wash up.
Yoon Jong said weakly.
“… … Let’s wash up first.”
“….”
Du Yuncan nodded in a somewhat solemn mood.
* * *
“….”
“….”
Baik Chun, washed clean and soft, gave a sharp look to the other side. Aksso, sitting across from him, was also looking at Baek Chun.
Mount Hua’s disciple and Yuryong Sect’s disciple, who participated in the race, stared at each other for a long time without exchanging words.
Thanks to this, even the other disciples of the Yuryong Sect, who had been expecting a lively and enjoyable banquet, were unable to speak properly because they were staring at each other.
After staring at Baek Chun for a long time, Aksso finally twisted the corners of his mouth to open his mouth.
“… … You don’t think you’ve won, do you?”
Baek Chun responded with a gentle expression.
“I think I’ve won?”
“….”
Aksso’s cheeks trembled.
“If we really compete with our skills, we would… … .”
“Yes, we won.”
“….”
Blood vessels began forming on Aksso’s forehead, quickly turning red.
‘No, why does that bastard not talk the way he looks?’
“…what a jerk.”
“Loser.”
“Gisaeng Orabi.”
“Loser.”
“Malko Taoist.”
“Loser.”
“…Keuuu.”
Aksso grabbed the back of his neck and started to roll his eyes.
“Hey! Get yourself together! This time, I’m going to rip off that stick-like leg!”
“Why bother when I win?”
As Aksso almost looked like he was about to let out a foam, the people beside him hurriedly stopped him.
“Calm down, Sahyung!”
“Isn’t this a banquet hosted by Somunju-nim? You’ll be in big trouble!”
“… ughh.”
After hearing that, Aksso barely manages to see Mount Hua’s disciples with a look of incomprehension.
“Are you guys still Taoists with that?”
“Why? Is there a rule that a Taoist should only be beaten? If you pick a fight, you’ll be beaten.”
“….”
Aksso smiled in vain at the absurdity of Baek Chun, who proudly and gracefully lined up words like that.
‘Are they really Taoist?’
This guy and that guy, there is no resemblance to Taoists.
Aksso’s eyebrows frowned.
“I admit you guys have won. But don’t ever think about ignoring the Yuryong Sect! I’m a person who gets hives when I see people from the prestigious sects.”
“It’s the same with this side.”
“…Huh?”
Aksso tilted his head at Baek Chun’s unexpected answer.
“You’re a prestigious sect, aren’t you?”
“Prestigious sect?”
Baek Chun smirked.
“Have you heard the name Mount Hua a few years ago?”
“….”
‘Huh?’
‘Uh… Come to think of it, that’s true.’
Baek Chun looked around.
“This is a good living environment. Once upon a time, Mount Hua never dreamed of this.”
Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol nodded and sympathized with the words.
“There’s a bath.”
“The rice is also good.”
Aksso was dumbfounded to hear that.
‘What… are you beggars?’
“Anyway.”
Baek Chun waved his hand and said.
“It’s up to you whether you swear or not, but don’t think we’ve only lived comfortably in a good environment. That’s offensive.”
Mount Hua’s disciples nodded. Only Tang So-so turned her head slightly and looked away.
“And.”
Baek Chun grabbed the bottle that lay in front of him.
“In any case, the Yuryong Sect is a place that will be on board with Mount Hua for a while to come. Let’s use this to solve the old resentment.”
Aksso sighed deeply as Baek Chun stretched the bottle forward. He wasn’t an idiot who didn’t know what he was supposed to do.
So he finally held out the cup in front of him.
Joljoljol.
Baek Chun poured alcohol over Aksso’s glass.
Aksso, who put the glass down, took over the bottle and poured it into Baek Chun’s cup.
“I don’t really like you guys.”
“It’s the same with this side.”
Aksso and Baek Chun’s eyes met in the air and sparkled.
“Let’s get along!”
“Come on! Let’s see!”
Chaeng!
The two men’s cups clashed violently.
Tang So-so, who was watching the scene, sighed secretly.
‘You’re not a kid. Seriously.’
* * *
“The details will be explained at Eunha Merchant Guild.”
“Understood.”
Chung Myung, Du Yuncan, Wu Changsong, and Gye Hong sat face to face in separate seats.
“It won’t be too difficult. And once again, this is definitely beneficial for Yuryong Sects.”
Du Yuncan nodded silently.
Wu Changsong was still a little prickly but wasn’t as aggressive as before.
“And….”
“Sodojang.”
Just as Chung Myung tried to explain a little more, Du Yuncan politely cut his word off.
“You don’t have to worry too much. Hasn’t Yuryong Sect already decided to be with Mount Hua?”
“….”
“It doesn’t matter if we don’t make a lot of money out of this. I felt it for sure because of this. The Yuryong Sect can’t be bigger just by following the old ways. We’re with Mount Hua to see farther away.”
Chung Myung, who was blinking his eyes, smiled pleasantly.
“Good.”
Du Yuncan’s eyes looked quite serious.
“We will do our job for sure. So don’t forget the promise that Mount Hua will lead Yuryong Sect.”
“Don’t worry. I will just do so surely.”
Chung Myung’s face was filled with satisfaction.
‘This is how it all starts.’
Sect is not a place that consists only of the main and subsidiary sect. In the past, Mount Hua expanded its influence in conjunction with many small and medium-sized clans as well as a subsidiary sect.
Of course, this is just a small start. However, if this process is repeated, there will be a day when the status of the past will be restored in the not-too-distant future.
Du Yuncan said with a small smile.
“And.”
“Yes.”
“Tomorrow, I will be officially inaugurated as Munju of the Yuryong Sect. Basically, we’re supposed to invite visitors and the disciples to witness it.”
“Yes.”
“So I’d really appreciate it if you could attend.”
“I have nothing but thank you for you. Of course, I will.”
“Thank you again.”
Du Yuncan smiled brightly.
It is not yet clear whether joining Mount Hua is a gain or a loss. But it was clear that this was an opportunity for Yuryong Sects that won’t come again.
Chung Myung turns his head slightly and looks at Wu Changsong.
“Elder….”
“Ugh.”
Wu Changsong sighed and said calmly.
“I have no intention of becoming a man who returns to his words. I’ll do my best to cooperate in this matter. Now that we’ve decided to do it, the honor of the Yuryong Sect is also at stake.”
“You thought well.”
“One thing instead.”
“Hm?”
Wu Changsong looked at him with enthusiasm.
“I’ve heard from Somunju-nim that young man is in charge of training Mount Hua’s disciples. Is that true?”
“Well, that’s about right.”
“Huh….”
Wu Changsong shook his head as if it was still hard to believe.
The youngest generation, third-class disciples, teaches those who are older than him.
No matter how much he was as the Mount Hua Divine Dragon, the best rising star in the world, this was still very unconventional.
‘Is this why Mount Hua has recently made a name?’
They are not bound by the laws of the past.
It is a saying that cannot be emphasized repeatedly, but it would never have been easy to do that in a long-history sect like Mount Hua…..
“If that’s true, I want only one thing from Sodojang.”
“Tell me.”
“Tell me how to make our Yuryong Sect disciples stronger.”
Wu Changsong bowed deeply toward Chung Myung. A little embarrassed by the response, Chung Myung shook his hand quickly.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“This old man has succumbed to his anger. But please note that all that was done solely for the disciples of the Yuryong Sect. If Sodojang helps us with the Yuryong Sect, we will not hesitate to repay the favor to Mount Hua either.”
Chung Myung looked at Wu Changsong with new eyes.
In fact, it is never easy to bow to a young person like Chung Myung at that age. There may have been some problems with that method, but it was true that Wu Changsong doing was only for the Yuryong Sects.
“Okay, raise your head. Well, it’s nothing special.”
“…huh?”
‘Nothing special?’
Wu Changsong raised his head and slightly frowned at Chung Myung.
It was because…. Chung Myung was smiling with a very strange expression.
“Well, you can train like Mount Hua, but…….”
Flinch.
Du Yuncan and Gye Hong shivered briefly at the nonchalant murmur.
The many sights they had seen from Mount Hua flashed before their eyes.
“The Yuryong Sect requires work and training simultaneously, so the method has to be slightly different. So what you must do is…….”
That day.
While Mount Hua’s disciples and the disciple of the Yuryong Sect were building friendships with alcohol and swear words, on one, Chung Myung gave his best lecture on how to manipulate the disciples of the Yuryong Sect.
The fact that the most enthusiastic disciple of the lecture was Elder Wu Changsong was the beginning of the misfortune that the disciples of the Yuryong Sect would face in the future.
Unfortunately, that’s it.
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