The Medicine Hall.
A place that was originally meant to heal disciples who had become injured from training or had fallen sick.
The conditions of living for warriors were different from that of civilians. And because of this, there were sects that were completely focused on studying herbs and creating their own medicine halls.
In other words, it could be said that a great sect needed to have a good Medicine Hall.
Ah.
But that wasn’t the case for Mount Hua, though.
In a good way, the Medicine Hall of Mount Hua was too small, and in a bad way, it was like an unwanted pest eating a bountiful crop.
It became clearer the more one thought about it.
What was the use of a Medicine Hall if nobody was injured? The people of Mount Hua didn’t even leave their main gates. So, no matter what, the disciples would never get hurt.
Moreover, one had to practice excessively to get hurt while training, but in Mount Hua, each disciple was a disappointment, and there was no one who would train or hurt their body.
So, the only duty of the Hall was to needlessly provide medicine for the healthy and strong disciples who had upset stomachs at times.
So where on earth would they obtain the skills to make a pill when they hadn’t even treated anything serious?
Hyun Young was quite worried about the lay of the situation.
But!
There were times when the sun would shine even in the deepest mouse hole, and that day had finally come for the Medicine Hall of Mount Hua.
Strange groans resonated from that place this particular day.
“Kuaaaaaaak!”
“Uhhhhhhh!”
“D-Don’t rest. Never… never think of resting! Don’t!”
Un Gak had red eyes as he barely spoke. There were nerves popping out on his forearms as he kept stirring the concoction in the pot.
But contrary to the strong arms that kept stirring, the face of the man looked hardly human. There were dark shadows that reached his chin under his eyes, and his beard, which was thickly grown, looked horrible and unkempt.
It was a face that was hard to look at. Because a lot of sweat had dried up, deposits of salt could be seen on his face.
The only thing on Un Gak’s face that seemed to be working was his eyes.
“I… it will work! For sure!”
But his eyes looked ghastly.
His face looked exhausted, but as a testament to his will, his eyes were burning with life even at this moment.
“The amount of internal qi cannot go down! You need to maintain it in the same way! Sect Leader! Elder!”
“Achhh!”
“I-I might die.”
Hyun Young and Hyun Sang couldn’t even speak. They were just holding onto the pot. Hyun Jong was so exhausted that his bones could be seen through his skin.
“How much more is left?”
“One more day”
“Uh, another day…”
Hyun Jong’s face distorted uncomfortably.
At this point, they were essentially human qi dispensers.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AkčníThe 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...