Return of Mount Hua Sect

look forward to that day (2)

A hum sounded humming.

The sound of the volcanic eruption in the background seemed peaceful even at first glance.

It would have been the case if it wasn't for Jang Il-so who was the one who hummed.

As he went down the mountain, humming as if in a good mood, the name of the bidder approached him secretly.

“Lord.”

“Hmm?”

Jang Il-so looked back at the nickname and his pale eyes twinkled.

“Why?”

"bump… … May I ask you a few questions?”

“You, too, are saying all sorts of weird things. When did I ever stop doing that?”

Of course, there is no such thing.

Jang Il-so is a great tyrant. His innate temper is unparalleled cruelty, and at the same time, he's a man of uncontrollable mood swings, but also a hobo that plunges humans into pits and makes them laugh.

However, one thing that such sweeping never breaks is that he doesn't stop saying anything.

- The downfall of the king is not because of evil. It's because I don't listen. No matter how vicious a king he may be, as long as he listens to others, he will never fall.

That was Jang Il-so's theory.

He is a tyrant and at the same time does not block his words.

It was the Jang sweeping task to reconcile these two seemingly incompatible things. And this aspect made the present Jangilso.

“Lord.”

After taking a short deep breath, Ho Chi Minh opened his mouth.

“I do not know why the ark came all the way here.”

“Hmm?”

Jang Il-so twisted the corners of his lips.

"Why? Do you think I've been fooled?"

“How dare I make such a comment on the actions of the ark.”

“Anyway, are you saying that it seems so?”

Even with a question that might sound rude at first glance, Jang Il-so was not at all offended. He just clicked his tongue with his delighted face as he usually did.

“Ttttttttttttttt. A pseudonym, a pseudonym.”

“Yes, Lord.”

“You are the problem.”

Backing his back, he spoke his words as he moved his feet towards the bottom of the mountain.

“There is no way for me to follow you when it comes to devising schemes and calculating profits. That's great.”

“… … .”

"By the way… … .”

A big smile came to his lips as he spoke. It was like a child who was so excited when he found a toy that was too fun and didn't know what to do.

“I don’t know one. The benefits you see in front of you are not everything. huh? You have to know how to take a loss for something bigger. And sometimes you have to work hard for something far away that doesn't help now.”

“… … Do you think today's visit will be useful to everyone?”

At that question, Ilso Jang turned his eyes away and glanced over his peak. A smirk was evident in his eyes.

“Otherwise, would I ever set foot in a rot-smelling conduit?”

“… … .”

“A pseudonym, a pseudonym.”

Jang Il-so smiled softly when he saw the nickname.

“How do you think the existence of Cheon Woo-meng would be seen by the old and clogged old people of the five generations?”

“Yeah… … It will be like a thorn in your eye.”

"okay. That’s just that.”

The power of Cheon Woo Meng cannot be ignored. However, until now, the old faction and the five generations have been fighting against forces that go beyond Cheonwoomeng. And always win.

They will have to be vigilant, but they will not be afraid of Cheon Woo Meng.

“Do you know what people who are afraid of change do when they first sense change?”

“Aren’t you going to try to stop that change?”

"Wrong."

Jang Il-so gently waved his hand, which flashed with various ornaments.

“Those who are afraid of change just wait for the first thing to happen when something I don’t know starts happening before my eyes.”

“… … .”

“We will never move until it is clear what this change is and how it will play out.”

"Ah… … .”

The maiden nodded her head broadly.

Come to think of it, there was definitely a tendency for prestigious schools such as the old school and the five generations.

“Do you know what makes them move?”

“… … I do not know."

“It is fear.”

“… … .”

The nickname did not give any answer. This is because, in the eyes of Jang Il-so, he instantly saw that the blue life was young.

“The fear that it may become irreversible if it is too late. Fear of losing all that you have now. Fear of being trampled down and ridiculed by those who are insignificant!”

Twisted desire flashed in Jang Il-so's eyes.

“When there is that fear, the strong man who is relaxed becomes petty, and the strong man who is merciful gets the pod. If that still doesn't work... … !”

Jang Il-so's red lips were wide open. At the same time, the feet covered in silk stomped on the ground.

“Call for blood.”

that voice.

A slurred syllable, a slurred voice, terrifiedly penetrated the ears of the nickname.

Ho Ga-myung swallowed dry saliva at the instantaneous thrill and tension that enveloped his body. But sooner or later, Jang Il-so spoke again in a relaxed voice.

“Well, it won’t happen right away.”

“… … .”

“I was just kicking him in the ass. If you take your time, you could be eaten by Cheon Woo-beng.”

Doubts arose in the eyes of the name Ho, who had been silent.

“They say one thing… … .”

But I couldn't make it to the end. From his point of view, it was questionable whether this kind of behavior could really move the old school and the five generations, but expressing it directly would be suspicious of Jang Il-so, so he couldn't open his mouth.

Jang Il-so added more as if he understood his heart.

“A pseudonym.”

“Yes, Lord.”

“What does it mean to be a person? huh? If you change your standing position, you will see different things.”

“… … .”

“Why should they be afraid of Tianwoo Meng?”

“Honestly, I don't know. It is said that four strong factions gathered to form a coalition, but compared to that old file room and the five generations, isn't Cheon Woo Meng still lacking?"

"Yes. You're right. But it is.”

Jang Il-so gave a meaningful smile.

“Let’s say that there is another clan in the Cheonwoomang. For example… … Yes, greenery or something.”

"Yes."

“Did the old file room change anything back then?”

“… … .”

“What if Cheongseong, Army, or even Kunlun in the west join the Cheonwoo Meng?”

The man who had been quietly drawing a picture in his head bit his mouth.

“The old wave is the old wave. Yeah, it's just an old file room. They won't be any different in a thousand years from now. ten clans. This is an absolute law that cannot be broken anymore.”

“… … Yes."

“But it’s not Cheonwoomeng. Cheonwoomaeng can grow any number of times... … .”

Jang Il-so's face twisted.

“There is no limit to its scalability. Munpa who used to be an old school! Munpa who is now in the fifth generation. There, there was the Munpa, which used to be the Saeoesa Palace. Even those who used to be Sapas can become the guides of Cheon Woo Meng!”

“… … .”

“What does it mean to them that there was greenery there? What would it mean to them that I had to go there?”

The name's face hardened. It was because I realized the fear of Jang Il-so again.

In fact, Jang Il-so did nothing.

He just came back after giving a gift, making an improbable offer, and arguing a few words. this is nothing

But… … .

Would those who heard of the situation think the same way?

Those who think that there is always a reason for everything, do they think that Jang Il-so visited the volcano without any particular purpose?

You will think that is not possible.

Originally, he would not have even imagined that Cheon Woo-maeng would hold hands with Jang Il-so, but when things happen, the story changes.

What I thought would never happen even if the heavens and earth were turned upside down would now have a possibility of one in a thousand, one in ten thousand.

Will they be able to completely ignore that possibility?

“The anxiety that rushes in front of your eyes and weighs you down is actually not that great. If you avoid that situation, you feel relieved.”

"Yes. Lord.”

“That’s the real anxiety that plagues people. Not to be afraid of anything, the minute grittyness tickles the soles of the feet when you are about to go to sleep on the soft mandarin needles.”

“… … .”

“It is only when that grittiness gets bigger and bigger that a person becomes aware of fear.”

By revealing himself to the volcano, Jang Il-so created a small rift between them.

'Besides, in the first place, Cheon Woo-meng and Goo Pile-bang are not very good friends.'

It doesn't matter if it's created a rift or ripped open something hidden. In any case, the cracks that have been exposed on the surface will now grow even more by themselves.

“Well, you might as well just ignore it. But… … Even if you could ignore everything else, you wouldn't be able to pretend that you didn't know that the King of Green Forest was there. Because that would mean that Cheon Woo-maeng could also join hands with Sapa.”

Ho Ga-myeong looked at Jang Il-so with a new look of admiration.

“Did you know that there is a Lim So-Byeong there?”

“Ah, it could be.”

“… … Yes?"

Jang Il-so responded with a sullen face.

“I’m not a god, how do I know where he is?”

“… … if?"

“It didn’t matter if I had it or it didn’t matter. He pushed his face in instead of him, because he had sent it to the volcano beforehand. I just changed my words appropriately because I saw him.”

“… … .”

“He felt sorry for him. It was a face that chewed something. Ha ha ha ha.”

Jang Il-so spread his arms exaggeratedly. The colorfully embroidered sleeves fluttered loudly.

“Did you see the atmosphere?”

“… … Yes."

“Change creates expectations, but also fears.”

“… … .”

“I was just kindly pushing the reality to those who were excited about the universe. From now on, the unpredictable things happen, and I'm just letting you know. Now, those who were there will no longer enjoy the existence of Cheon Woo Meng.”

“… … .”

“Gupado! Oh Dae-seok too! Even those who gathered there! Everyone will know about things like the assholes who don't know anything and are eating rice! The fact that there will be no more peace as it is now! Their uneasiness breeds doubt, and that doubt bleeds.”

Hugh's body trembled.

“We just… … .”

Jang Il-so smiled brightly as he lowered his magnificently outstretched arms.

As if he didn't say anything.

“In a world in chaos, it’s enough to just make a profit. Do you understand, pseudonym?”

“… … Yes, Lord.”

Of course, it is impossible to understand how far Jang Il-so is looking and what more is embracing it.

After all, the name of the bidder must not know all the thoughts of Il-so Jang, and Il-so Jang must not understand all the thoughts of the name of the bidder. The moment they both share the same thoughts, one loses its worth.

“But one concern is… … .”

"Well?"

“Can that volcano do its job?”

“… … .”

Even Jang Il-so did not immediately give an answer to this.

“That’s why I came to check it out.”

“… … Yes?"

“A force is, after all, a gathering of people. It is foolish to make plans with only your head without looking at the people who make up that power. I do not believe what I have not seen with my own eyes.”

Jang Il-so mumbled as if talking to himself, and then let out a very soft laugh.

"volcano… … . Yes, volcanoes. Volcanic God Dragon.”

He rolled up his sleeves. The moment he put his words to the volcanic divine dragon, goosebumps hung on his arm again.

“… … If he hadn't come, he would have messed up. Yes, you have to see it with your own eyes. You will never know unless you see with your own eyes, such a beast!”

Ho Ga-myeong looked at Jang Il-so with a bit of apprehension. There was an unheard of deafness on his face.

Ho Ga-myung has been serving Jang Il-so for many years. But even he had never seen Jang Il-so make such an expression before.

'how… … .'

Volcanic Dragon.

His fame is shaking the world right now, but in that sense, he's just a young magician. Compared to Jang Il-so, the term “one-day dog” is not an overdone.

I didn't even dare to guess what Ilso Jang reacted like that because of what he saw in such a volcanic god dragon, and the name of his nickname.

“I asked if a volcano could do its job?”

“… … Yes."

"Well. I don't know either. Do they really do what they have to do? … .”

Looking at the volcanic peak that is now far away, Jang Il-so lit up his eyes in a meaningful way. Then he couldn't control the laughter that leaked out and said in an excited voice.

"or not… … Will you push the world into a pit of fire?”

“… … .”

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! It will be fun to watch.”

Gamyung Ho stopped for a moment and stared at the back of Ilso Jang, who was moving forward. Then, without realizing it, I looked up at the peak of the volcano that Jang Il-so had seen.

I couldn't guess all of Jang Il-so's inner feelings, but one thing was certain.

No sect, no one in the world, had ever turned Jang Il-so as an enemy and survived.

It seemed as if he could already see the ruins of the volcano, which were engulfed in flames, burning brightly and turning to ashes.

'What should I do?'

Of course, it's not their fault. It's just that your opponent is terribly bad.

Because that's what the leader of the battlefield is Jang Il-so.

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