Return of Mount Hua Sect

Where is this! (5)

“Hmm.”

Jang Il-so smiled lightly as he saw the four chiefs approaching him.

This is a volcano.

And now, he was facing the heads of the four factions who came to see the world right in front of him. Even after that, the elders of the Goo Pilbang and the Five Generations who rule the world are following.

Those who define themselves as belonging to the society will be in a situation where they cannot help but feel numb.

However, in Ilso Jang, there was no sign of strife, let alone impatient.

As if this was the front yard of all people, his expression and gestures were full of leeway.

Hyeonjong's eyes widened slightly when he saw him like that.

His lips twitched slightly. However, it was difficult to guess what he was thinking. Hyeonjong slowly opened his mouth.

“You… … .”

“… … .”

It was a calm voice, but power drained from the body of the phenomenon, which seemed unlikely to be heard no matter how hard he tried.

“There is a lot of snow.”

“… … Luck.”

Phenomenon's eyes stared at Unsword's face, then turned towards the empty sleeve.

Because of these people of all nations, Unsword lost his arm and wandered through death. Had it been a little bit wrong, he wouldn't be here now.

However, such a fortune-teller is holding back the phenomenon. Feeling a burning sensation in his stomach, Hyunjin bit his lip and glared at Jang Il-so.

Of course, showing hostility towards Jang Il-so was not only a phenomenon.

The disciples of the volcano were all glaring at him with their hands on the handles of the swords that were worn around their waists. It was as if he was going to run and cut off Jang Il-so's head if the name fell.

It was enough to terrify even those who were living in the volcanic eruption all at once. However, Jang Il-so, who received that life with his whole body, had a bitter reaction.

“I don’t know.”

He tilted his head as if he didn't really understand English and clicked his tongue.

“It is said again that we are all victims of the war against volcanoes. Because of that, everyone is embarrassed and even carrying a face around is embarrassing, and Hwasan is prospering with the fame it gained at that time... … .”

He shook his head.

“Because I don’t know what makes me so angry. Is it hard to call it Domun? Hmm.”

Hyungwon took a deep breath.

Every word of Jang Il-so was breaking his composure. But now, he is not the only one standing here as a volcanic archer. He was the leader of the Cheonwoo Meng.

so… … .

Hyeonjong raised both hands and stretched them out in front of him.

“I see the ark of all people.”

Then Jang Il-so also looked at him and swore.

“Nice to meet you.”

Hyeonjong, who greeted him lightly, asked Jang Il-so with a friendly smile.

“It is a long way from all people to this place, so how did you even find the volcano?”

Then, Jang Il-so's lips twisted slightly.

“The reason isn’t that obvious.”

“… … .”

“Of course, I came here to celebrate the opening of Cheon Woo Meng.”

“… … Congrats?"

Jang Il-so nodded his head broadly.

“This Jang Il-so is not a great person, but he prides himself on not being a small person. Kang-ho has such a big event, there is no reason not to celebrate!”

“… … .”

“Bring it!”

"Yes!"

The warriors from all over the world who guarded Ilso Jang's back as if escorting him as he was afraid of falling out of words came with something from behind.

'Crate?'

All three chests were carried on their shoulders, and they seemed to be of considerable size. The middle class could not hide their curiosity, and slowly lowered their heads to focus their attention.

thud! thud! thud!

The chest, which seemed to be enough for one person to fit in, fell to the floor with a loud noise.

“Open it.”

"Yes!"

As soon as the people left, the people of all nations opened the lid of the chest and pushed it back.

"Five!"

“Ugh!”

At the same time, moans and groans erupted from the mouths of the middle class.

treasure (財寶).

The first thing that caught their attention was the treasure in the chest on the far left.

The large chest was filled with dazzling gold coins and colorful jewels. The amount was so great that even the elders of the old file room, who were proud to have seen a treasure trove, could not hide their bewilderment.

"next."

"Yes!"

Before the shock was over, the second chest opened. A groan that seemed to have been suppressed was faintly leaking from here and there.

“Suck!”

“I, that… … .”

It was full of precious swords whose sharpness could be guessed without even having to pull them out.

'… … You're a new recruit!'

'Oh my gosh, that's as much as me.'

It is said that the wealth of all nations pierces the heavens and covers the earth... … .'

In terms of value alone, the treasure in the first chest may be more valuable. However, for the uninhabited, the treasured sword cannot be valued in terms of monetary value. Besides, it is the treasure sword that there is no way to save it even if you give it a thousand gold.

But to bring such a thing in such a large chest... … .

slurping.

The Manminbangdo standing in front of the chest lifted the sword on the top and pulled it out lightly. At the appearance of the day that was revealed, exclamations flowed out of everyone's mouths.

At first glance, it is not an ordinary sword.

The middle people swallowed dry saliva and looked at the third box. The first two chests I opened were huge, so I was wondering what the hell was in the last one.

Jang Il-so said confidently as if he would not betray that expectation.

“Open it.”

"Yes!"

The lid of the chest opened roughly. Then, an indescribably clear scent pierced the nostrils of the middle class. With that alone, everyone knew what was inside the chest.

'It's an elixir!'

'That's all... … .'

Dry saliva goes straight through.

These are things of unimaginable value. If it weren't for all the people surrounding that chest, some of them might have already run over there. In the eyes of the middle class, there was a lust that could not be hidden. My heart started beating wildly.

“It’s a gift to the opening party of Cheon Woo Meng.”

Jang Il-so looked at Hyeonjong with a relaxed smile.

However, when Hyeonjong looked at the wealth displayed by Jang Il-so, he let out a low sigh as if he was in trouble.

“I am grateful for the intention of the ark, but it seems a bit excessive to be a gift for opening up.”

"charge?"

Jang Il-so twisted the corners of his mouth as if hearing a funny word.

“Sage. I have a long day.”

“… … .”

“A gift like this is not too much for me at all. Rather, it is not enough to express my feelings for Cheon Woo Meng.”

It didn't matter how Hyeonjong accepted those words. The most important thing was the fact that this scene approached the middle class very intensely.

"Furthermore… … .”

Jang Il-so smiled wryly and looked at the elders of the old file room and the Oh Dae-se family standing behind Hyeonjong.

“Congratulations that are spoken only through the mouth are not true celebrations. If you really want to celebrate, you have to give something away. Isn't that obvious?"

Tung! Tung! Tung!

When Jang Il-so finished speaking, the lids of the chests were closed again one after the other. The people of all nations pushed the closed chest right in front of King Hyeonjong.

“How are you? Is this enough to convey how sincere I am to congratulate Chun Woo Meng for the founding of the church?”

Hyeonjong looked at Jang Il-so without saying a word.

Jang Il-so smiled softly at the gaze that did not waver at all. Then he said softly.

“Look, my lord. Isn't it funny?"

“… … .”

“Even though the people of all nations suffered great damage from the volcanic eruption, they came all the way here and offered gifts. But again, the long-time writer of the volcano, who has benefited greatly from all people, cannot forget his private grudge and rejects the guests.”

At Jang Il-so's words, the faces of the volcano disciples were horribly distorted.

“Nevertheless, will you be able to embrace your clans as the leader of the Cheon Woo Meng?”

“This bastard!”

Chengming, unable to hold back the seething anger, shouted. Even Baekcheon, who would normally have been the first to dissuade him, was silent this time. No, once again, he grabbed the sword, spouting out cold flesh like never before.

Jang Il-so's lips curled even more.

It was a blatant joke.

The word Ahn Ha Muin would be used in such a case. Although it was said that he had come to celebrate, his tone and actions were all ridiculed and ridiculed.

The reason why it seems that it is really justified to show that arrogant behavior is because interest is a daily work.

'… … Big.'

Baek Cheon bit his lips. It felt like my whole body was being crushed.

Hundreds of thousands of people do not know how cruel the author is or how strong he is.

However, I could fully feel the enormous pressure that I had never experienced before. Jang Il-so weighed and listened to the multitude of people gathered here just by standing there.

It was truly an overwhelming presence.

'… … That's the loser.'

So far, there have been quite a few people who have made the disciples of Hwasan tremble with their name and fame. But obviously, Jang Il-so was the first to suffocate with his existence.

'Even the Bishop of the Magical School cannot compete with his presence alone... … .'

My hands were trembling. Baekcheon turned his gaze slightly and looked at the back of Cheongmyeong standing in front of him.

His back didn't even move.

What is Qingming thinking right now?

Then, Ilso Jang spoke again.

“I came to see how great Huashan and Cheonwoomeng are, but it is all just disappointment. Ha, I lost interest.”

He glanced at the vigilant glances and slowly looked around the people who were holding their breath. They were the only ones who didn't have the courage to face Jang Il-so's gaze.

“Go back.”

It was then when Jang Il-so, who snorted, turned around and walked out.

“Congratulations… … .”

“… … .”

At the gentle voice that grabbed his back, Ilso Jang left his body as it was and turned his head slightly to stare at Hyeonjong.

“It will not be done with the mouth according to the words of the ark.”

“Huh?”

It was a calm voice that didn't feel any emotional agitation.

Although he is said to be a long writer of the volcano, until recently, he was merely a long writer of the third-class clan. The fact that such a person came face to face like this drew Jang Il-so's interest.

“So I would like to ask.”

“… … .”

“What do you want to see?”

Hyeonjong's eyes, which sank like a deep lake, and Jang Il-so's eyes, burning like wildfire, intertwined in the air.

“… … Not bad.”

Jang Il-so nodded his head broadly.

Then he turned to Hyeonjong and spread his arms as if excited. There was a jingling sound of the hanging ornaments hitting each other.

“Did you ask what I want?”

"That's right."

“Hmm. wish you want... … .”

A meaningful smile appeared on Jang Il-so's lips.

“How about this?”

“… … ?”

“All of us… … .”

The red lips that were even alluring were slightly opened.

“If you want to become Cheon Woo-maeng’s brother, what will Maeng-ju do?”

An eerie energy and chilling stillness descended on the volcano as if a sharp blade had been brought to his neck.

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