Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 559

Im Sobyong’s eyes shone as he looked at the accumulating ingredients.

‘All the ingredients are extraordinary.’

It wasn’t the Elixir of Heaven, but it certainly wasn’t something that was easy to obtain.

Chwareureuk!

And finally, blue jewels poured out from the last sack. Im Sobyong muttered with a slightly strange look.

“It’s Ice Crystals.”

“Yes.”

“Then you went to the North Sea to get this?”

“Yes.”

“It wasn’t a complete scam, huh.”

“No, this yangban? You’ve been saying that since earlier!”

When Chung Myung glared, Im Sobyong just coughed awkwardly and turned his head.

His anger was one thing, but isn’t there a saying that the strongest are the best at it?

“But…….”

“Yes.”

“I think there are some Ice Crystals with different colors?”

“Oh, that?”

Chung Myung kicked the Ice Crystals he had gathered separately. Unlike other Ice Crystals, it was light blue. This was consumed by the Bishop’s ritual and had already lost much of its effectiveness.

“This is a high-quality thing. I brought it, especially for you.”

“… … I don’t think it is that good.”

“Hey, did you live your whole life being scammed?”

Im Sobyong, of course, did not live only by being deceived. Very few people in the world dare to deceive the Nokrim King.

But the problem was that one of those rare human beings was now before him.

“Then, are you making Chaos Origin Pill with this?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Hooh. As expected of Mount Hua. I’ve heard that the Taoism sect’s refinement method differs from that of ordinary sects. So who’s in the making?”

“Me.”

“Yes?”

“Me.”

“…….”

Im Sobyong, who seldom lost his composure, had a slight twitch on his face.

“Dojang?”

“Yes.”

“Not anyone else but Dojang?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“I mean…… Is it really Dojang?”

“But this yangban?”

Chung Myung stared at him again, but Im Sobyong also had a lot to say this time.

“No, there aren’t just one or two people in Mount Hua. There are so many people, why does Dojang do the refinement?”

If someone asks if Chung Myung is a trustworthy man, opinions may differ depending on the field.

He may be the most reliable man in the world when it comes to beating, but he is the least reliable person in the world when it comes to meticulous and precise matters.

But the fact that Chung Myung is on a 10,000 gold medicine refinement with Im Sobyong’s life on it makes him upset.

“I’m the only one who can make this.”

“……Oh Yuanzhi Tianzun (원시천존/元始天尊).”

Im Sobyong’s voice, who said Taoism chant unknowingly, was shaking.

“The- There’s no problem, right?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“…….”

For the first time in his life, Im Sobyong realized something of true despair.

Kwaaang!

Gwak Pyong, who was beaten by Jo-Gol’s sword, screamed and fell out.

“A- Argh! My back!”

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

Jo-Gol clicked his tongue and looked down at Gwak Pyong, which crouched round.

He already victimized not only Gwak Pyong but also many people. The third-class disciples gathered in the training field held onto one spot.

“There’s a lot of gaps. How the hell have you been training so far that you’ve lost your skills!”

Jo-Gol roared. The Sajils all flinched and bowed their heads at Jo-Gol’s harsh and stern glance.

Certain emotions flashed through Jo-Gol’s mind as he saw this scene.

‘This is it!’

Come to think of it, there was no one higher than Jo-Gol.

Although he is still only a third-class disciple, he had the second-highest position among them.

In other words, none of the third-class disciples is higher than him except Yoon Jong.

If it was the case of a normal sect, he could not dare to raise his head to the higher generation, but among the third-class disciples, he could be quite proud of himself.

But…….

‘Of all things, I’ve been hanging out with those yangbans.’ Every time something happened, he was entangled with Baek Cheon or Yoo Iseol, the second-class disciples, and his Sahyung, the only one of the third-class disciples except him, so he couldn’t escape being treated as the youngest wherever he went.

Yes?

Chung Myung or Tang So-so have lower position than Jo-Gol?

What’s the point of that, what!

Anyway, looking at the faces of priests who were secretly afraid of themselves after a long time, I felt like something was being filled that had been empty all along the long journey.

“I must have told you guys not to neglect your training!”

“W- We worked really hard.”

“We trained as if to break our back. Even Un Gum Sasuk acknowledged us.”

“When Sahyung comes back, we know it’ll be like this……. No, we knew you’d be angry, so we didn’t slack off even for a day.”

“You’re lying, these punks!”

“It’s real!”

When the third-class disciples gathered their mouths and complained of injustice, Jo-gol, who had been pushing them the whole time, tilted his head.

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“But why are you so weak?”

“…….”

Unspeakable emotions began to appear on the third-class disciple’s faces.

‘I wish they were dead.’

‘This is why I hate geniuses!’

‘Look at that face, look at that. He looks like he really doesn’t understand.’

As the third-class wriggled in despair, Jo-Gol tilted his head as if he didn’t know what to say.

“It’s not? You guys are obviously weaker than before we went to the North Sea.”

“No!”

“Even the Martial Hall Elder said he was pleased with the training results!”

“…What is this?”

Jo-Gol thought something was wrong and troubled.

Then Yoon Jong walked towards his side.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Ah, Sahyung. You’re here just in time.”

“What?”

“No, I think they’ve definitely neglected their training, but they insist that they don’t.”

“Then you can scold them.”

“However, Martial Hall Elder and Instructor praised them for practicing hard. So….”

“Hm?”

Yoon Jong, who twitched his eyebrows momentarily, reached out his hand.

“Give it to me.”

“Yes.”

Jo-Gol quickly held out the wooden sword in his hand. Yoon Jong, holding the wooden sword in a comfortable position, Yoon Jong chinned while looking at Jong Hwe.

“Come.”

“…Sahyung. We just got hit…….”

“Come on.”

Jong Hwe grumbled and stood up from his seat. However, as soon as he lifted the wooden sword, incomprehensible energy flowed from his body.

“Chaaaaaaakh!”

He rushed quickly and swung his sword at Yoon Jong’s head.

The edge of the wooden sword split into dozens in an instant and began to cover Yoon Jong’s whole body.

But. Paaat!

Yoon Jong’s sword, which had remained motionless until Jong Hwe’s sword almost touched his body, disappeared and left behind an afterimage. Then flew towards Jong Hwe like lightning.

Tung!

Jong Hwe’s wooden sword quickly escaped his hand and spun into the sky.

Tok.

Yoon Jong frowned with his wooden sword resting on Jong Hwe’s shoulder.

“Humm.”

“…….”

All those who watched the scene were astonished, opening their mouths wide.

“In a single move…….”

“It wasn’t that different originally.”

“Oh my god, he deflected the sword.”

Throwing off the sword held by the swordsman into the air with a single blow was not something that could be done with only a difference in skill.

Everyone has long recognized Jo-Gol as the strongest of the third-class disciples, so that’s why he was able to do such a thing. But it wasn’t the same for Yoon Jong. There was not much difference between Yoon Jong and the other third-class disciples.

“Look at that, Sahyung. I told you, these bastards were playing around.”

“You should be quiet.”

“…….”

Yoon Jong looked at the children with a serious face for a moment and nodded with a heavy face.

“I need to see Baek Cheon Sasuk.”

Chalrang.

Baek Cheon’s silky hair fluttered gently in the wind. Even the dazzling white clothes fluttered gracefully.

‘It’s dazzling.’

‘It’s soft.’

Of course, he never lost his cleanliness, even during the long trip. But it seems it wasn’t enough for his standards.

It’s only been a couple of days since he returned to Mount Hua, but in the meantime, Baek Cheon had turned as fluffy as a furry animal.

‘Oh my god, he has no blemishes on his clothes, let alone wrinkles.’

‘No matter how you look at it, the material seems different from our clothes. Is he have that made separately?’

“What’s going on?”

Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong flinched as they stared blankly at Baek Cheon, who seemed to have a halo behind him.

‘I thought Monk Hye Yeon was here.’

‘What makes him so shiny?’

Yoon Jong shook his head and opened his mouth.

“There’s a little bit of a problem…… I’m afraid I’ll have to report this to Sasuk.”

“Sit down.”

Baek Cheon pointed at the chair and the two sat silently.

“Report? It hasn’t been long after we got back… Are you sure it’s Chung Myung?”

“……No.”

As soon as Chung Myung’s name was uttered, the halo behind Baek Cheon’s back instantly weakened.

“It’s not Chung Myung. Please don’t worry.”

“… That’s good to hear. I’ve only just recovered from my stomachache.”

There was a momentary dark shadow beneath Baek Cheon’s eyes.

The two sighed deeply. Of course, they are suffering enough to have a hole in their stomach because of Chung Myung, but even so, can they be compared to Baek Cheon’s suffering?

Baek Cheon’s face, which looked exhausted momentarily, became serious again.

“So, what happened?”

“Hmm…….”

Baek Cheon face, who received the report, was slightly stiff.

“Gap…….”

“Yes.”

Yoon Jong slowly nodded his head.

“As a result of exchanging blow, it certainly wasn’t that the Sajils that didn’t grow. Their body has gained more strength, and their swordsmanship has definitely become more sophisticated.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but…… should I say that something is off?”

“Humm.”

Baek Cheon glanced at Jo-Gol but he also nodded firmly.

“That’s exactly how it felt like. They definitely seem to have gotten a little better… … Should I say it feels like they’re not alive?”

Jo-Gol paused, thought hard about something, and then spoke again.

“I can’t say this directly to Sajils, but I feel like So-so is stronger than other Sajils.”

When was the first Tang So-so got into Mount Hua Sect?

Of course, she does not neglect a single day, and is undergoing training that is so intense that other second or third-class disciples are embarrassed.

But looking at it soberly, she hasn’t yet surpassed the other third-class disciples. No, she wasn’t supposed to.

But Jo-Gol definitely felt that way.

“Hmm.”

Baek Cheon, who heard the word, nodded quietly.

“I see what you mean. I was actually feeling the same thing.”

“Sasuk have also exchanged blows.”

“Since Chung Myung isn’t present, I have to do it. Leading the Sajils is a natural thing to do as a disciple of a higher generation.”

Baek Cheon said as he looked at Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol with slightly darker faces.

“Let’s make sure of one thing first. No other Sahyung has been negligent in training while we are away. Objectively speaking, their skills have definitely improved.”

“Then…?”

“It must be a matter of eyes.”

“Yes?”

There was a bitter smile on his neat mouth.

They literally crossed the line of death in the North Sea.

They risked their lives against the North Sea Ice Clan elite, one of the Outer Clan, and fought against the Elders of the Ice Clan.

Is that all?

They gritted their teeth and fought against Magyo, who could wipe out Ice Clan instantly.

And although it was a joint effort, they also fought against the feared Bishop of the Demonic Cult.

There was no way that the swords of the other Sahyung who had been training normally would catch their eyes.

“Even if they started in the same place, if a person who has gone through 100 steps looks back at someone who has only walked 10 steps, wouldn’t the latter look like they barely moved from the starting point?”

“Oh…….”

Jo-Gol nodded as if he had understood. But Yoon Jong couldn’t be satisfied with just understanding the situation.

“We didn’t train more than anyone else when we went to the North Sea. Pulling the cart could also be called a practice, but the rest of Mount Hua’s disciples also underwent their own hard training. Isn’t it a problem that there’s a difference?”

“It’s a problem.”

Baek Cheon nodded emphatically.

“It’s a problem that must be solved.”

“But there’s no way to…….”

“Hmm.”

Baek Cheon, who had been agonizing with his eyes slightly lowered, soon stretched his shoulders.

Soon after, the magnificent momentum of Mount Hua’s Great Disciple (대제자다운) began to pour out.

It was so overwhelming that Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol shrank their shoulders.

‘Sasuk…’

‘Since when?’

He then spoke in a dignified voice.

“We’ll find a way, that’s it. This is Mount Hua. What would be the problem?”