Return of Mount Hua Sect

look forward to that day (3)

“Then I wish you the best of luck!”

“I’ll see you again anytime, my lord!”

“Hello, Lord, too!”

Hyeonjong, who stood at the prose gate, separated those who left the volcano one by one.

Volcano Ogum, who had been watching it from afar, muttered with a half-souled face.

“It’s over.”

“… … It’s over now.”

“I knew it was going to happen, really… … .”

Their faces were full of indescribable fatigue.

“It’s better to fight the enemy… … . I never knew dealing with people would be this hard.”

“I would have been at ease if there was no Cheongmyeong.”

“The next time something like this happens, let the bastard go away and proceed.”

“… … My head says no, but my heart vehemently agrees.”

A sigh escaped their mouths at the same time. It seemed that his lifespan had been shortened quite a bit in a few days.

Jo-Geul's face twisted.

“If only that crazy guy hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have been so exhausted.”

"I know yeah!"

They all hardened their faces when they remembered Jang Il-so. Breaking the silence that had come for an instant, Baekcheon shuddered.

“… … You're a loser... … .”

The first impression of Jang Il-so was completely different from what they had expected. The clothes and decorations that did not match the weight of the nickname of the defeated army and the ark of all people were quite noisy.

But… … Its presence was truly remarkable.

The time Jang Il-so stayed on the volcano was extremely short. Even if he was called the Il Da-kyung, it was not particularly strange. However, in such a short time, he left an indelible mark on the hearts of the disciples of Hwasan.

As proof of that, by the time he left, no one could take their eyes off his back. Jang Il-so was clearly different from the enemies they had faced so far. It's hard to pinpoint exactly, but... … .

“Actually, in terms of strength, the magician’s bishop was several times impressive.”

“Yes, definitely.”

It is unknown who is stronger, Jang Il-so or Bishop.

At their level, it's impossible to understand just by looking at the inaction of a person who is about the same as Il-So.

"But… … There is something about him that transcends inaction.”

"okay. I felt the same way.”

At Yoonjong’s words, Baekcheon nodded his head. It wasn't just a matter of being strong and horse.

'It's a monster... … .'

Qingming called Jang Il-so a monster.

In general, the modifiers such as monster or genius are used to discuss a person's inaction and talent. However, it seemed that Qingming was not speaking in vain.

'The name Jang Il-so means that the human itself is a monster.'

This is, in a way, a supreme compliment.

And Baekcheon had no choice but to agree to that statement. He, too, has seen with his own eyes the supreme rulers of the old school and the five generations, such as the headmasters and the mourners, even from afar. However, there was no one who weighed him down with his presence alone like Jang Il-so.

Baekcheon bit his lip slightly. At that time, Yoonjong secretly added a word.

“It’s not just Jang Il-so, Sasuk.”

"Well?"

“The red-clad people who followed him were also terrifying.”

Baek Cheon agreed to that and nodded his head.

Warriors of all races in white robe.

Although it was obscured by the presence of a nonsensical giant named Jang Il-so, the momentum that flowed out of them was also heartbreaking.

'strong.'

Once again, I had no choice but to realize how great the place of all people is.

The volcano fought and won the armies of all nations. So, if we fight right now, I have confidence that even if we don't win, we won't be pushed one-sidedly.

But when he faced Il-so Jang and the people of all nations, he realized how reckless that thought was.

“The people we saw were just the tip of the iceberg.”

“… … Yes."

"and."

Baek Cheon said as if chewing.

“Now we have to deal with them.”

“… … .”

After the secret dance with the shaman, Cheongmyung spoke. As his reputation grows and the volcano becomes more recognized by the world, the people he has to deal with will become stronger and more terrifying.

Now I could understand the meaning of those words.

"By the way… … .”

"Well?"

At that time, Jo Girl, who had been quiet, opened her mouth. His voice was full of vitality that didn't fit the atmosphere, so it caught his ears even more.

When Baekcheon looked at him, Jo Geul smiled.

“Aren’t we just dealing with ourselves?”

“… … .”

Instead of answering, Baekcheon slowly turned his gaze away.

He saw Bukhae Binggung Palace, Namman Beast Palace, and members of the Sacheon Tang family lined up from the other side and chatting with each other.

Baek Chen nodded his head.

“Yes, yes… … .”

“Everyone has to be great. But that doesn't mean you can't deal with Cheon Woo Meng alone! If you make a mistake, you can go to a group and step on it!”

“… … .”

“Well, in the first place, I got a lot of grudges here and there, but I don’t think anyone will help me because I’m a fan. All you have to do is repay the pain you have suffered because of the volcanic eruption in the meantime!”

Baekcheon smiled brightly.

'Why is this bastard's personality becoming more and more like Cheongmyeong as the days go by?'

maybe me too? no way… … . no way… … .

Baek Cheon shook his head to shake off his terrible thoughts.

Yoonjong said with a slightly shaky face.

“Again… … I think you can see how great the Shaolin and the shaman were.”

“What do you mean all of a sudden?”

"You mean they've always dealt with a place like all people?"

At the unexpected words, Baekcheon bit his mouth as if he had been hit with a single blow. Yoonjong continued.

“I saw Shaolin at a non-choice contest, and even met a shaman in person… … To be honest, I didn't feel as intimidating as everyone else in them. But now that I think about it, I think it was not because the Shaolin or the shaman were weaker than the rest of the people, but because we were convinced that they would not harbor such hostility toward us.”

“… … That's not wrong."

Baek Chen shook his head.

If it's a Shaolin or a shaman, it's definitely not behind everyone else. But when I was working with a shaman, I never felt like this.

Maybe it's because of Jang Il-so's existence... … . Perhaps it is because of the thought that they are not perfect enemies as Yoon Jong said.

But… … .

'As long as Cheonwoo-maeng has been established, someday, even a shaman or Shaolin may become an enemy of the volcano.'

Thinking about it, I felt my heart tighten again.

That the shaolin becomes the enemy... … . Shaolin... … .

"Huh?"

Baekcheon's eyes fluttered violently at the sudden thought.

"that… … Hye, Hye Yeon! Who is Hyeyeon? Where is the monk?”

"Yes?"

“I don’t think I’ve seen it since the event started! Has anyone seen Master Hyeyeon?”

"Huh?"

"Come to think of it… … ?”

Everyone looked at each other with blank faces, but no one knew.

“Hey, I’ll look for it… … .”

“… … Here it is, Shizuo.”

“Hey!”

Jo-Geul was startled by the sudden voice from behind and turned around. Hyeyeon, who suddenly appeared, was her class leader.

“Sir, sir!”

“Oh no, sir. Why did you have half of your face!”

“… … What happened?”

Amid everyone's intense reaction, a little bit of moisture formed around Hyeyeon's eyes.

Oh black, who had seen her shiny hair more unusually following today, brought tears to her eyes.

“Where has she been all this time?”

“… … I was at home.”

“Uh, since when?”

“From before the event even started.”

“… … .”

Baek Cheon's mouth opened blankly.

No, it's already been a few days since the event started... … Does that mean that he was confined to the dormitory all this time?

“Oh, no… … . Why?"

"that… … .”

Hyeyeon opened her mouth with her slightly trembling face.

"that… … I've had a message before. If I sit in the seat where Cheon Woo Meng is opening... … People who saw it would think that there was some kind of relationship between the Shaolin and Huashan... … .”

"Ah… … .”

“That’s why I told you not to stand out.”

"Ah… … .”

Does that mean that people were hiding in the densely packed volcanoes with no leaks?

“The elder stopped by for a while. At that time, he was also called the new priesthood. Never take a step outside until everyone is out... … .”

… … it's worth it

No, to be precise, if it was Shaolin's position, it would have been fine. Because this person is not just a disciple, but Hyeyeon.

If she was a normal Shaolin monk, she might not even have to do this. But, she said, Hyeyeon is not a typical monk. Shaolin is a hopeful figure who raises the stakes for the future, and is not a person whose reputation has spread throughout the world as the best tool within 100 years.

She had been traveling with her before, but that was at a time when the volcano wasn't getting much attention. However, under the current circumstances, if it is publicly revealed that such a great Hye-yeon is staying in a volcano, it will inevitably lead to many rumors.

"no. that… … Yes, I understand.”

“Hey, but why was her face halved?”

“Like a person who couldn’t even get a porridge.”

“Oh my God, look at that clown… … . Did you even close it?”

Hyeyeon's face became sad when the story of the blood came out.

“It’s not like that… … .”

"of course?"

“… … I'm stuck in her room, so I can't eat... … .”

"OMG? Haven't you eaten anything in five days?"

"Oh my gosh… … .”

“Oh no, I ate it.”

"Yes?"

So what's the matter?

"that… … Since the people of Hwasan are busy, the people from the Tang family brought meals for them... … .”

“… … Did you give it to me?”

Hyeyeon's hesitant eyes fluttered aimlessly. He whispered in a very small voice as he looked around like someone who had committed some kind of theft.

"that… … It's all just grass... … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

"Ah… … .”

Everyone who understood the situation could not find any words to describe and eventually shut their mouths. Hyeyeon mumbled in her sullen voice.

“… … How can people live on grass?”

Ah… … . So I'm so shy... … .

At that time, Jo Geul, who did not understand herself, tilted her head and spoke out loud without notice.

“By the way, don’t monks originally only eat grass?”

“Walk.”

“Yes, the death penalty.”

“Shut up at once.”

“… … .”

Baekcheon said to Yoonjong with a slightly complicated face.

“Jong-ah Yoon.”

“Yes, Suk-suk.”

“Take him to the monk’s restaurant and prepare food for him.”

"Yes."

“Boiled eggs and those… … Put some meat under the rice.”

“… … Yes."

Yoon-jong patted Hye-yeon's shoulder and took the lead.

“Let’s go, sir.”

“… … thank you."

A bright vitality appeared on Hyeyeon's face, which was dressed as a classmate and expressed her gratitude.

His round, round hair seemed to shine brighter than before. Baekcheon stared blankly at him as he walked lightly, as if it was a good idea.

“… … You don’t have to eat to live.”

The indifferent voice of Yoo Yi-seol hurt Baek-cheon's ears.

“Oh, I see. sister.”

“Yes, the death penalty.”

“Where is Qingming? I haven't seen him since before."

Baek Cheon, who had stomach ache even though he could not see even a single tip of Cheong-Myeong, started looking for Cheong-Myeong habitually. Yuiseol pointed to one side without expression.

“There it is.”

"where?"

"there."

The place she was pointing to was in the far corner of the hall. Hundreds of thousands of eyes fluttered.

In a place where it was hard to see because of the shadows, Cheongmyung was pushing someone against the wall and poking at them.

“… … Are you like the King of Green Forest?”

"right?"

“… … .”

Shaolin Cheilgigi avoids people's eyes and goes to eat meat, while Huashan Cheilgijae is persecuting the Green Forest King.

'Is this really okay?'

It was Baekcheon who felt Kangho's future was dark again.

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