Return of Mount Hua Sect

Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 951

The disciples of Mount Hua, who had been sprawled out as if they were dead, all lifted their heads, their eyes shining with interest.

Although they heard a passing glimpse of the situation while transporting people on a cart, there is a limit to what ordinary people know. Mount Hua’s disciples naturally couldn’t help but be curious about the details of Yangtze River’s situation.

However, Chung Myung only picked his ears with a sour expression on his face.

“No, I mean… they’ll manage just fine, right?”

“…Is that so?”

Chung Myung blew on his fingers that picked his ears.

“Still….”

“Ei.”

Before Tang Gun-ak could say anything more, Chung Myung waved his hand dismissively.

“The order cannot be reversed.”

“Huh?”

“Who comes first, those who go out to fight with swords in their hands, or those who are innocently harmed?”

“…That’s….”

Tang Gun-ak could not answer immediately. Obviously, the latter would be the priority.

“Even if you’re concerned about that side, that’s after everyone else has been evacuated.”

At Chung Myung’s words, Tang Gun-ak slowly nods in agreement.

He once again finds himself admiring this young Taoist monk. Knowing something in your head and actually practicing it are different things. Something that could change the world of Kangho is happening right away, and it is not usually possible to stop paying attention.

Although misunderstood because of his seemingly violent personality and exaggerated behavior, there are not many people who are as patient as Chung Myung in the current Kangho….

“But….”

“Hm?”

Chung Myung’s ears perked up. The hand in front was constantly moving, and his lips were also moving busily as if he wanted to say something.

Seeing that his words and actions did not match, Tang Gun-ak’s expression slightly darkened.
Chung Myung hesitated before opening his mouth.

“That… The situation is… um…”

“….”

“No, it’s not that I’m curious! It’s not necessarily that, but there may be damage during transportation…. That….”

“You said you weren’t curious?”

“Ei! Who said I’m curious? It’s just a figure of speech!”

Tang Gun-ak sighed and shook his head.

Anyway…

“Ei! Whether those people of Namgung live or die, what does it have to do with me!”

Suddenly, Chung Myung snapped and looked back at his Sahyung as he shouted.

“If you’re rested enough, get up! Dawn is breaking!”

“…That bastard is taking out his anger on us for no reason.”

“One day, we’ll get back at him, one day…”

The disciples of Mount Hua grumbled but steadily got up. Although they complained with their mouths, they too wished to move the residents of the Yangtze River area to a safe place as soon as possible.

Mount Hua couldn’t do much for those who decided to settle in that place. But surely, they ought to do their best to help those who have made the significant decision to relocate to Sichuan, right?

“Are there any issues with moving people to Sichuan?”

“What could be the problem?”

Tang Gun-ak replied calmly.

“First of all, getting out of the Yangtze River area is the priority. Moving people to Sichuan can be done slowly. It’s fortunate that we have no problems feeding the commoners, thanks to the grains you guys brought and those sent from Plum Blossom Island.”

“Then that’s settled. Did you secure land in Sichuan?”

“That’s a bit of a concern.”

Tang Gun-ak frowned slightly.

“Even though there are many of them, I’d prefer to settle them in Chengdu where Tang’s influence is strong…”

“You prefer?”

“It seems it won’t be easy for them to adapt to the city. Especially for those who have lived near the river, it will be even more challenging.”

“Hmm.”

Chung Myung nodded as if it made sense.

“So, the plan is to settle them in the Ming River (민강(垊江)) basin to the west of Chengdu. It seems like the best choice for those who live by the river. Although it’s not comparable to the Yangtze, it’s still a river, isn’t it?”
Chung Myung smiles when he hears it.

Moving such a large number of people isn’t a small task.

Sect basically has little to do with the people, but as a ruler of Sichuan, Tang Family would not want to miss out on those who would absolutely support them.

Typically, it would be right to settle people in an area where their influence is strong and benefits from them.

The Tang Family also made many sacrifices to support these people.

However, Tang Gun-ak was prioritizing the lives of these people over the interests of the Tang Family. He was searching for a place most similar to their homes, even if it meant losing some influence.
‘That’s the Tang Family for you.’

Chung Myung, who was pleased for no reason, nodded vigorously.

“That sounds like a good idea.”

“Is that so? Hmm. I’m still unsure. Perhaps we need to find a better place.”

Tang Gun-ak’s forehead wrinkled with three deep lines. Chung Myung eventually burst into laughter. Even when the elders of the Tang Family kept him in check, he did not show that kind of face.

“Don’t worry too much, our Sect Leader said that he would provide as much as possible in the name of Heavenly Comrade Alliance. Getting out of here should be our priority for now.”

“That’s true.”

Tang Gun-ak nodded quietly.

It was then.

“Are those people from Mount Hua?”

“Mount Hua’s disciples are here!”

Some people came out of their makeshift homes and surrounded Mount Hua’s disciples.

The commoners who were still staying in the makeshift home had noticed their arrival and rushed out barefoot.

“You all must be going through so much.”

“Aigoo, look at all the dust on your faces.”

The people who ran out held their hands and the women wiped the disciples’ faces with the hems of their sleeves. The unexpected hospitality reddened the faces of Mount Hua’s disciples.

“N- No. You don’t have to….”

“What have we done to deserve this?”

But it seemed the commoners had a different perspective.

If they had tried to walk, it would have taken days to reach their destination. Bringing small children to this distance would require even more than 10 days of walking.

These are the people who stepped up and helped them in a situation where the atmosphere in the Yangtze River was so grim. How could they not be grateful?

Then someone gently tugged at Jo-Gol’s sleeve.

“Excuse me… Can you please…”

“Huh?”

Jo-Gol turned around and blinked when he saw what was presented in front of him.

“This…?”

“It’s a dumpling. It’s only a few, but I want you to at least…..”

“….”

Jo-Gol awkwardly accepted the dumplings wrapped in cloth and wiped his nose.

“You really didn’t have to do this…”

Of course, his body was extremely exhausted.

No matter how much he had mastered martial arts and his level had now reached a level that most warriors could not hope for, pulling a cart loaded with people and goods to its limit back and forth between Wuhan and Gokang Kugang several times a day wasn’t easy.

But the fatigue and exhaustion felt completely gone at this moment.

“…Thank you for the meal.”

Yoon Jong tapped Jo-Gol on the shoulder, who bowed his head awkwardly.

“Are you planning to eat it all by yourself?”

“…Yes. I am going to eat it alone. I won’t give any to Sahyung.”

Normally, Yoon Jong would have grabbed Jo-Gol by the collar for such a comment, but now he just smiled broadly.

Someone says. Chivalrousness is giving at no price.

However, every time Yoon Jong experienced moments like these, he couldn’t help but think that statement was wrong.

It is not without price. However, the meaning of the price is different.

Wouldn’t warm hospitality, a few words of gratitude, and a few small dumplings be more than enough compensation for them?
“Thank you.”

Baek Cheon bowed to them as a representative.

“Strictly speaking, it is all the fault of those holding the sword that you are going through such hardships. We can’t compensate you for everything, but we will do our best to help as much as we can.”

“What do you mean? How can this be Mount Hua’s fault?”

“Yes! We don’t know about other places, but we are well aware of how much Mount Hua and Tang Family have done for us. Even beasts know gratitude, so it’s only right that we, as humans, do too.”

“Of course, we are just thankful.”

As they watched the people wiping their eyes with their sleeves, Baek Cheon smiled warmly.

“Now, then, let’s get moving again…”

“If you’re all rested, let’s go, Sasuk.”

“…Huh?”

When he turned around, he saw that his Sajes and Sajils had already grabbed the handles of the cart.

“Well, maybe it’s because you’re old. You’re not very quick.”

“In the midst of this, the people of the Yangtze River are anxiously waiting for us. We need to move a little faster.”

“…You guys?”

Baek Cheon rolled his eyes.

When they were complaining that they were going to die, that they really felt like dying, that they wanted to stuff a wine bottle into Chung Myung’s mouth and put him to sleep, and that they wanted to rest as well, when was that?

“T- The sun has already set. Are you going again?”

“Hahaha. What does night matter to a martial artist? There are people waiting for us, so we must go again.”

Jo-Gol?

“It would be good if you rest a bit more.”

“We’ve rested enough. We can manage this much.”

Yoon Jong?

Each and every one of them resembled Chung Myung, with their words and actions not matching.

“Ah, Sasuk!”

“Okay! You guys.”

Baek Cheon chuckled and walked towards the cart. But then a thought occurred to him and he stopped his steps and turned his head.

“Chung Myung….”

Baekcheon, who was about to call Chung Myung, suddenly closed his mouth.

Chung Myung, who had slipped away from the people, was standing at the far end, staring blankly somewhere.

Southwards. Towards the distant Yangtze River.

“….”

He could sense an indescribable emotion from that back view. Baek Cheon, who was contemplating calling him again, eventually shook his head and slowly approached Chung Nyung, placing his hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Hm?”

“…It’s time to set off again, Chung Myung.”

“Ah, yes, we should.”

Chung Myung nodded his head as if it was no big deal. Baek Cheon did not bother to ask what Chung Myung was thinking. It wasn’t hard to guess, and there was no need to confirm it anyway.

Baek Cheon, who saw the back of Chung Myung heading toward the cart, quietly opened his mouth.

“One should take responsibility for their own mistakes.”

“…Huh?”

Chung Myung looked back. Baek Cheon glanced at him and casually walked ahead, saying,

“But I remember when you stepped in for my mistakes in the past…”

“….”

“That’s right… In the past, when I was unable to properly lead Sajils and Sajes as Great Sahyung, you stepped forward and changed everything.”

Baek Cheon paused for a moment but did not look back.

“In fact, I was truly grateful.”

Then, as if he had thought of something, he looked back and added.

“But only at that time. That time. Not now.”

“No, but this guy?”

“Let’s go.”

Baek Cheon smiled and stood in front of the cart, grasping the handle firmly.

“We need to get this work done before things get any worse. We can think about the aftermath when the time comes.”

“….”

Chung Myung smiled at such Baek Cheon.

“Dongryong has grown a lot. Now he knows saying something like that to me.”

“I was always older than you, you brat! That was true in the past and will continue in the future!”
“What are you talking about?”

Chung Myung, who kicked his tongue, turned his head and looked at Tang Gun-ak.

“Then I’ll be off. There was a child among the group we brought earlier, they seemed quite tired, so please check on them.”

“Don’t worry, people who have already mastered the art of medicine are taking care of you.”

“As expected, you don’t miss a thing.”

Chung Myung grinned and leaped onto the cart.

“Alright, let’s go!”

“Eucha!”

This time, Mount Hua’s disciples started pulling the cart and running without any complaints. The refugees cheered with their voices raised as they watched the carts accelerate and move away at once.

Amidst the noisy scene, Tang Gun-ak quietly smiled and shook his head.

“This is a big deal.”

Who would have thought he’d come to rely so heavily on these kids, not even half his age? If this continues, it feels like he will no longer be able to function as an adult.

“Tang Family can’t lose either.”

He turned around and shouted.

“Organize the supplies! We need to finish the work before Mount Hua returns!”

“Yes, Gaju-nim!”

Tang Gun-ak’s shoulders were more upright and confident than ever as he walked back to the makeshift residence.