Late at night.
Without anyone knowing, Chung Myung sneaked into the back of the Sect Leader’s residence.
‘Kekekekekek.’
The smile didn’t leave his face despite being covered in dark clothes.
‘Why didn’t I think of this before?’
No. It wasn’t that he didn’t think about it, but rather because he had no reason to think.
Until now, there was no particular need for such things in Mount Hua, and even if it was necessary, they didn’t have the ability to procure the cold iron.
Even a small amount would need Mount Hua to sell off some of its mountains.
‘Kuak!’
Chung Myung looked at the small mountain behind the Sect Leader’s residence with renewed emotions.
‘If I wasn’t here, the Sect would have suffered so much.’
‘No. They would have suffered twice as much without me?’
They had been robbed of everything they had and had almost gotten expelled from their own land as well. When he thought of that, the tip of his nose began to get cold…
Chung Myung brushed those thoughts away and started to get ready.
‘Oh. Come on.’
He had come all this way. Wasn’t he once a beggar on the street who had no money to eat and was on the verge of dying? But hadn’t he still dragged his body all the way here?
“Ugh. I still have a long way to go. A long way.”
Anyway, once he figured out how to solve this problem, things would get better!
Chung Myung narrowed his eyes and glanced at the mountain.
“Right. This isn’t the time to be like this!”
With a stiff expression, he pulled out his sword and took a deep breath.
“Here I come!”
Chachachachacha!
A torrent of dirt erupted from the ground. Chung Myung was using his sword as an axe to slice apart the ground.
Chung Myung, who entered the mountain in an instant, changed direction and moved forward.
Chachachacha!
The sound of soil being pushed to the side resounded.
‘I had such a difficult time back then.’
But not now. He could immediately feel how strong he had become in the past two years.
Tak!
“Uh?”
Chung Myung, who felt something hard touch his sword, stopped.
‘It is around here…’
‘Ha, right.’
Previously, he had opened it the right way and entered it. But this time, he had changed his method of entry. The more he kept touching it the right way, the more Hyun Jong was likely to notice it. If that happened, he would be unable to enter.
“It has to be this, right?”
Chung Myung raised the sword and stabbed it again.
Puk! Puk!
“Is this not it?”
Kang!
“Oh!”
The color in Chung Myung’s eyes changed.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
ActionThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...
