“Phew.”
After cleaning up the Medicine Hall, Un Gak wiped his forehead with his
sleeve.
The place that used to be so crowded until a little while ago was now
slowly starting to become quiet. It even felt a bit eerie too.
‘It is so amazing.’
It was the biggest tornado that had swept through the hall since he had
become the Medicine Hall Head... Didn’t all the members of the Hall,
including the elders and Chung Myung come here to make the Heavenly
Violet Pill?
His heart felt proud at the thought of accomplishing something which
could never be felt again.
But.
Although he felt fortunate about the good results and was happy… his
pride quickly died down, and a sense of disappointment flooded him in
its place.
‘It is like a dream.’
If it wasn’t for the pot in front of him, he still would’ve thought that
it was a dream…
“Uh?”
Un Gak slightly tilted his head.
Huhuhu.
‘Was it a dream?’
He could no longer see the pot…
“…”
Un Gak’s eyes widened. Soon, he began to start sweating.
“W-where did my cold iron pot go?”
Un Gak, who had become startled, screamed as loud as he could and ran
out.
“Thiefffffff!”
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“I!”
Kang!
“...have been doing this!”
Kaaaang!
“...for just how many times!”
Kang!
Chung Myung trembled as he slammed the iron pot repeatedly.
“Ugh!”
‘Is this what people do?’
‘Dig something up, make a hole, and then reluctantly fill the hole
again...’
He had to bend back what he had cut, straighten it out and then stick it
back.
If a dog was trained like this, it would eventually bite its owner.
Chung Myung was human, and unfortunately, he didn’t have an owner to
bite back.
“Kuaaak.”
He let out a deep sigh and smashed the pot. All he had to do was open
the pot back up and attach it back to where he had found it.
“Oh, my hands!”
‘With this, Mount Hua will… right, it will be able to take two or
three steps ahead, but there is too much to do!’
‘First, I have to deal with this pot!’
“Damn you, tough pot! For real!”
Kang!
It was the same one he had cut open, but flattening it seemed to be much
tougher.
‘Kuhhahahaa. It is done.’
Chung Myung, who had finally opened up the pot, sighed and looked up.
When he brought the pot that had now turned into an iron plate closer to
the hole, it fit perfectly.
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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...
