Return of the Mount Hua Sect-Novel

“I got you, you son of a bitch!”

Chung Myung smiled as he got up. The man tried to retrieve his wrist from Chung Myung’s grasp but was unable to free himself from the firm grip.

“You!”

The man quickly raised his other hand to strike Chung Myung. But, at that moment, the door burst open wide, and the room lit up.

It was Hwang Jongi.

He walked in with a very stiff face and spoke with a heavy voice.

“What are you doing here? General?”

“…”

Beon Ja-Bok, the general head of Eunha, looked back in shock as Chung Myung held him in place.

“Y-Young master!”

“I am asking you what you are doing here.”

Beon Ja-Bok’s expression contorted.

“I just wanted to check the condition of the small—”

Chung Myung interrupted and continued to answer for the General.

Chung Myung waved the hand he was holding.

“You’ve misunderstood….”

“Misunderstood? I like misunderstandings, too.”

Chung Myung jumped to his feet.

Beon Ja-Bok stared blankly at Chung Myung with wide eyes.

“I-It was clearly a serious injury….”

“It must have been a misunderstanding. I was fine from the beginning.”

“… you were unconscious.”

Beon Ja-Bok gnashed his teeth.

“You deceived me.”

“You shouldn’t say such a thing. You need to insist that it was a misunderstanding as much as possible. If you say things like that, then everyone will think you were up to something.”

“You!”

He struck Chung Myung with his left hand. However, Chung Myung neatly avoided his attack, released his other hand, and jumped off the bed.

Without looking back, he walked over to Hwang Jongi.

“Look, didn’t I tell you he would come out?”

Hwang Jongi nodded with heavy eyes.

“I didn’t believe what you said, but I have nothing to say after seeing this. Of all things, I never expected the general head, whom I believed in the most, would act like this.”

Hwang Jongi shot a soul-freezing glare at Beon Ja-Bok.

Meeting his gaze, Beon Ja-Bok knew that no excuses would work. He stared at Chung Myung with a stiff face.

“How did you come to doubt me?’

“I didn’t.”

“… what?”

Chung Myung shrugged his shoulders.

“I didn’t know who the hell the wrongdoer was. You must know I’ve only been here for a few days. I just assumed the culprit would come to kill Elder Hwang’s savior if he thought I was injured and in need of recovery.

“… what if I hadn’t come?”

“You didn’t have a choice.”

Chung Myung smiled.

“It’s hard to kill the first time, but the second time comes much easier. Plus, if you kill me now, you could shift the blame onto the Southern Edge Sect. How would you willingly miss such an opportunity?

“So, you planned this with the Southern edge Sect?”

Chung Myung looked at him and said

“Nope.”

Beon Ja-Bok’s distorted face suddenly went blank.

“You didn’t?”

“Yep, they just happened to pick a fight with me. I was thinking about how to solve this problem, but they came and created a nice situation.”

Beon Ja-Bok bit his lip.

“Internal wounds! I don’t know about anything else, but the physician said that you were severely injured!”

“If I couldn’t even deceive a normal physician, I wouldn’t have bothered planning this thing. You keep asking such obvious questions.”

Chung Myung shrugged his shoulders.

“You have a lot of questions, but I have no obligation to solve your curiosity. What’s important is that you fell into the trap, and I found the man who tried to kill Elder Hwang.”

In the blink of an eye, Beon Ja-Bok looked at Hwang Jongi.

“Young Master. Surely you don’t believe that little child, right?”

“… is there a reason for me not to believe him?”

“Aren’t you normally the most rational one? Isn’t there something more important than what the child is saying?”

“More important?”

The man nodded and continued.

“Yes. Just because I tried to harm this child, that isn’t proof that I tried to hurt the Master. Why would I do such a thing? Think of how well the Master has treated me all this time; why would I bring him harm? Young Master, isn’t that why you never suspected me?”

Hwang Jongi frowned at it.

It was an obvious excuse, but he wasn’t wrong.

“Then why did you try to kill the young Taoist? Why did you hide the fact that you learned martial arts?”

“That child was deceiving the young Master! Even you were seduced by his words into thinking he could help your father! How can that child help him?”

“Then you should have persuaded me!”

“Would you have listened to me? Wouldn’t you disregard me? It is easier to fool a man than it is to convince them they’ve been fooled! Killing that child was the only way to bring you to your senses!”

In an instant, there was a murmur.

Hwang Jongi turned his head.

The servants who had gathered there after the commotion began were whispering amongst themselves. Their words couldn’t be heard but judging from their expressions, they seemed to think that Beon Ja-Bok’s reasoning wasn’t wrong.

That was how persuasive his words were.

“Are you done talking?”

However, Chung Myung took a step forward.

“…”

Beon Ja-Bok stared at Chung Myung.

“It is true that I tried to kill him, but I never tried to hurt the Master. You—”

Chung Myung waved his hand and cut off the ongoing speech.

“Enough. Enough. I don’t want to know the reason, and I don’t want to hear excuses.”

“What…?”

“I’ll just have to beat him.”

Before anyone could react, Chung Myung rushed towards Beon Ja-Bok.

Aiming for Beon Ja-bok’s head, he stretched out his hand.

Chung Myung’s hand began to emit a sharp and intense light as it rang with a shrill slicing sound. Beon Ja-Bok, who could sense the power within this strike, moved to counter the assault.

Both hands crossed as Chung Myung retreated.

“Now, attention, please!”

He casually lifted his arm.

“T-that!”

Everyone saw the outstretched hand and doubted their eyes.

The hand which had been hit clearly turned black. Then, slowly, Chung Myung’s entire wrist turned red.

Chung Myung began to speak as the onlookers stared aghast, waiting to hear what he had to say with bated breath.

“Demon Hand.”

Chung Myung waved his hand to make sure they were all looking at him.

“Normal people cannot withstand a single hit, and their entire body turns red as they slowly die. Of course, this man isn’t very proficient, but even at his level, he can kill people. Especially if the opponent is an old man who never once trained in martial arts, it would be even easier than eating a piece of rice cake.”

“…”

While Beon Ja-Bok was desperately struggling to organize his thoughts and plot some way out of this situation, Chung Myung said,

“Of course, if you can pinpoint another person who frequently has close contact with Elder Hwang and is able to infuse him with demonic qi, then feel free to name him.”

A decisive blow.

Anger surged in the eyes of those who witnessed these events. Who would continue to trust this man who shamelessly betrayed their Master?

The hand Chung Myung was showing had similar symptoms to what Elder Hwang’s entire body was like.

“Y-You! A bastard who doesn’t even appreciate the grace shown to you!”

“How dare you try to assassinate our master and then act so shamelessly?”

“I won’t calm down even after I beat him to death!”

As everyone’s mood changed, Hwang Jongi no longer hesitated.

“Capture him!”

At his enraged voice, everyone went silent.

“Right now, subdue that man! If he resists, kill him!”

At his command, the servants rushed into the room. Beon Ja-Bok, who was tense, decided to fight.

Those who entered the room were swept away by the power of Beon Ja-Bok.

“Damn it! It was almost over!”

He looked at Chung Myung with venomous disgust.

“If it wasn’t for that little brat!”

“Who are you calling a brat?”

Chung Myung pursed his lips.

He wasn’t a brat, nor was he little, but he hated being called that.

“A little while more, and he would have been done! If I had known this would happen, I would have killed you right away! If you hadn’t planted those thoughts into that stupid young Master….”

Chung Myung waved his hand.

“Well, of course, you must have something to say, but let’s talk about it later. For now, let’s finish this quickly. I am a bit sleepy since I was rudely woken up from a nice nap.”

“What?”

Beon Ja-Bok exploded.

“No.”

“Why would I bother? There are other people here to do that. There.”

Chung Myung pointed to someone behind him.

Everyone’s eyes shifted to where Chung Myung pointed.

“… Me?”

Lee Song-Baek, who was staring blankly at this perplexing situation from behind, pointed to himself.

“Me?”

“Who else?”

Chung Myung’s eyes were wide open as he asked, and Lee Song-Baek quickly understood the situation. Looking back, since all the disciples were dragged back to the sect, he was the only one here.

“W-why me…”

At that moment, Lee Song-Baek felt it was unfair. However, Chung Myung gestured somewhere with his chin. Lee Song-Baek looked and saw Hwang Jongi staring at him.

A chance to rectify his mistake! Looking back, it no longer seemed like what happened to Chung Myung was a mistake, but that didn’t matter now!

“The enemy will be dealt by the sword of the Southern Edge Sect!”

As Lee Song-Baek drew his sword and rushed forward, Chung Myung clapped his hands and cleared the way.

“Wooow! Such heroism!”

He wanted to quickly take the man down, but Lee Song-Baek had appeared behind him, so he offered him the opportunity.

Leaving the battle between the two men, Chung Myung approached Hwang Jongi.

“One matter has been resolved.”

“… it isn’t over yet.”

“He’ll capture him soon enough. He is still a famous disciple from the sect; there’s no way he’ll be defeated by someone who hasn’t even properly mastered the martial arts.”

“Not properly mastered? He definitely injured your hand….”

Chung Myung showed the hand to Hwang Jongi.

His hand, which was black, first turned white and then red.

“…”

“I didn’t lie. It is true that he learned the Demon Hand. I just exaggerated a bit to show what happens when he uses it on one person for a long time.”

Hwang Jongi let loose a deep sigh.

“Are you really a Taoist?”

“Of course.”

‘The greatest and most experienced master in the world at that.’

Don’t believe me?

It is the truth!