Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 1739



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Episode 1739. Can You Hold On? (4)

Yun Jong froze in place.

I heard it with my ears, but I don’t understand it. My head is blank, as if I’ve become stupid.

A new situation began to unfold before his eyes.

As soon as Hyeonjong finished speaking, the elders got up and approached Baekcheon. Two of them grabbed Baekcheon’s arms and pulled them left and right.

“uh…….”

What am I looking at right now?

Jo-geol started to shake as if he couldn’t bear it any longer. Dang-so-so grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it.

To Yoon Jong, this whole scene felt like a farce. It didn’t seem real.

‘What are you doing…?’

What the hell now?

Booooooo!

Baekcheon’s martial arts uniform is torn apart.

The Volcano’s Uniform. The clothing that proves that you are a disciple of the Volcano, and that only the disciples of the Volcano can wear, has been mercilessly destroyed.

The red plum blossoms engraved on one side of the torn uniform caught Yun Jong’s eyes. His vision, which was as if he was drunk and dazed, and the world around him were filled with the fallen plum blossoms.

“Private school… … .”

The faces of the elders biting their lips in agony. Baekcheon’s back drooping as if he had lost even the will to resist…

It’s all ridiculous.

Hyunsang grabbed Baekcheon’s plum blossom sword with a hardened face.

According to the rules, I should cut Baekcheon’s limbs and veins with that sword. It is a symbolic meaning that everything that I have gained from the volcano will be taken back by the volcano.

But the phenomenon simply turned around with the plum sword in hand.

Hyunyoung fidgeted and couldn’t hide her regretful expression, but soon turned her head away as well.

All that was left was Baekcheon, with his back exposed and his long hair hanging down in a disheveled manner.

‘Are you lying?’

“How about… … !”

A voice that sounded like it was coming from underwater barely reached my ears.

When I slowly turned around, I saw Jo-geol grabbing Cheong-myeong by the collar. Jo-geol’s face was distorted, and he looked more like he was scared than angry. Like a child.

“Do something about it!”

Jogeol looked at Cheongmyeong earnestly and pointed to Daejeon with his hand.

But Cheongmyeong said nothing with a hardened face. Cheongmyeong’s eyes, which seemed to have lost all emotion, were in sharp contrast to Jogeol’s eyes, which were extremely earnest.

Strangely, a hollow laugh escaped Yoon Jong.

Because it didn’t feel real. Because it was funny. Because I didn’t even cry. No matter what reason I came up with, it would just be awkward, but I couldn’t stop laughing.

“Do something!”

The screams grow distant. The world becomes hushed and a humming noise spreads endlessly around.

Everything just seemed like a dream.

* * *

Hyunyoung and Hyunsang, who escaped Daejeon, headed somewhere other than their own residence. In this unfamiliar place, there would be no other place to avoid people’s gaze.

“capital punishment.”

In front of the door of the residence given to Hyeonjong, Hyeonyeong quietly spoke.

“Death penalty… … . Open the door.”

No answer came.

He sighed and tried to call Hyun-jong again, but Hyun-sang shook his head and stopped him. Then he carefully pushed the door open.

Creak.

The unlocked door opened with a feeble sound. Through the half-open door, the back of King Hyeonjong, seated in a sitting position, was visible.

That sight felt somehow small and lonely today.

“capital punishment…….”

A voice full of regret came out of Hyunyoung’s mouth.

To be honest, it’s a familiar sight. Haven’t they overcome such a difficult volcano? Sadness and despair are not unfamiliar emotions to them.

But today… … Today, the back of Hyeonjong’s head was different from what Hyeonyeong had seen before.

It seems to have become blurred and faded. No, maybe it has faded.

Hyunyoung, who had been staring at the back of Hyeonjong for a long time, moved her feet away with difficulty and approached him. But she could not bring herself to touch him and only let out a long sigh.

“Death penalty. Well done.”

“… … .”

“It may be difficult now, but… … someday, that child will understand. The heart of a death row inmate.”

Instead of answering, Hyun-jong fixed his gaze outside the window. The sunlight pouring down outside was dazzling. It was so blinding.

Maybe that’s why it was hard to look at.

“It must be different. The person looking at the path they will take and the person looking back at the path they have taken are bound to be different.”

“capital punishment…….”

A hollow voice leaked out from Hyeonjong’s mouth.

“But… Hyunyoung. I’m scared.”

“… … .”

“I wonder if it wasn’t really for the sake of the child that I drove that child off this path… … but simply because I was afraid of seeing someone trying to walk the same arduous path that I had walked.”

“capital punishment…….”

“I find that scary.”

Hyunyoung let out another deep sigh. Hyunjong asked.

“Was it the right decision?”

Hyunyoung shook her head slowly.

“I don’t think so.”

“… … .”

“It was not the decision of the one leading the volcano. This incident will deeply wound the remaining disciples. Perhaps the death penalty has blocked the path they can walk.”

“… … I guess so.”

“Of all the decisions I’ve made as a long-time writer… … it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say this is the worst.”

Hyun-jong nodded calmly as if he had expected it. His thoughts were not much different. Baek-cheon was a person who was needed by Hwa-san.

“So are you disappointed?”

“no.”

Hyunyoung answered honestly and without hesitation.

“Rather, I would have been disappointed if the death penalty had not made this decision. What can I do? The death penalty is that kind of person, and that is how we have lived.”

Hyunjong was silent for a moment. Soon, his shoulders, which had seemed the heaviest in the world, began to tremble slightly.

“capital punishment…….”

Hyunyoung was about to open her mouth again, but Hyunsang grabbed her shoulder. When she turned around, Hyunsang was quietly shaking his head.

In the end, Hyunyoung nodded as if she understood.

“Don’t blame yourself too much, Death Penalty.”

“… … .”

“I will contact you again tomorrow.”

The two people left the room quietly without saying any more words.

widely.

After hearing the sound of the door closing, Hyun-jong was left alone in the room again. Then he looked again at the sunlight pouring in through the window.

‘O Primordial Heavenly Being… … .’

It was only a handful, but it was dazzling for that reason.

* * *

My memory was hazy. I couldn’t even tell how time had passed.

When he came to, some time had already passed, and Yunjong was back in his room, along with the uninvited guests.

“… … .”

A terrible silence filled the room. No one dared to break the silence.

Is it because the emotions are too intense to be expressed through the puny medium of words, or is it because the burden to bear is too great?

“… … That’s ridiculous.”

Even Jo Geol’s voice, which barely broke the silence and opened his mouth, was faint.

“Is this… … . Is this right, death penalty?”

“… … .”

“this?”

Yun Jong couldn’t answer.

They also thought that they had to send Baekcheon to Jongnam somehow. But this was a different case. No one had ever thought of such an extreme measure as excommunication.

Isn’t there a big difference between squeezing pus out of a wound and cutting off the entire wound?

“A scandal… … . This is not right, this is… … . This is really not right.”

Jo Geul lowered his head as he muttered with a gloomy expression. It seemed as if he couldn’t even get angry.

After hesitating for a while, Yoon Jong finally opened his mouth.

“… … Your maid?”

“Are you still there?”

Dang So-so answered in a weak voice.

“From then on… …continued.”

Yoon Jong shut his eyes tightly. I completely understand. I can’t admit it. I can’t accept it.

“Fuck… … .”

Jo Geul, who had been roughly washing his face, buried his face in both hands.

Even he, a choleric person, knows that this issue cannot be resolved simply by getting angry or throwing tantrums. King Hyeonjong’s attitude was that firm.

They cannot stand up to such a hypocrite.

So in moments like these, we can’t help but think of one person as the only solution.

“… … Cheongmyeong? What did he say?”

Everyone who was lost in their own thoughts all stared at Yunjong. Jogeol’s face distorted.

“I can’t do anything about what the Supreme Master has decided. That’s the minimum I must uphold as a disciple of Hwasan… … .”

Yoon Jong bit his lips without realizing it.

It is an undeniable fact. Isn’t it because everyone knew that fact that they just turned away and did nothing?

But still… … .

“Wouldn’t it be better if it turned out well?”

“……yes?”

The disciples of the volcano looked back at Baeksang.

Baeksang flinched for a moment as he was met with sharp gazes, but he soon seemed to have calmed down and spoke up.

“I’m talking about the death penalty.”

“What kind of words are you talking about?”

“You know that guy… … If we don’t do something like this, he’ll never leave the volcano.”

“… … .”

“It is sad for us, but for the executioner… … .”

“Are you still saying that after hearing everything the tutor said?”

Yun Jong asked sharply. Baek Sang bit his lip lightly.

“Then? Are you saying that you would like for the death penalty to dry up in a volcano?”

“That’s what I mean… … .”

“To you, a volcano may be more important than the death penalty, but to me! I am… … .”

Baeksang trailed off. It seemed as if he couldn’t bring himself to say anything else.

“I don’t know, fucking hell.”

He swore and wiped his face.

It’s not like they each have different positions. They probably don’t even know what they’re thinking. It was that confusing and sudden.

Silence fell again. It was confusing, but they didn’t know exactly what was causing the confusion.

Sunset light streams in through the small window.

The silence continued for a long time, until the light gradually turned red and dim, and the room was soon plunged into darkness.

* * *

Jin Geum-ryong, looking at Daejeon, seemed frozen in place.

At the end of his gaze, he kept seeing a single figure. A person who didn’t even think about mending his torn shirt and didn’t move at all.

Perhaps, from the moment his clothes were torn and his plum sword was taken away, from the moment he was excommunicated from the volcano, time for Baekcheon may have stopped.

And as Baekcheon stood still, Jin Geumryong also stood still.

“capital punishment.”

Even though Song Baek’s worried voice brushed past his ears, Jin Geum-ryong didn’t even look away.

An unknown anger wells up from deep within my stomach.

It may be because of the miserable body I see before my eyes, or perhaps it may be because of my miserable situation.

It was truly contradictory. Even though he clearly knew that he was the one who brought Baekcheon to his current situation, he was overcome with an inexplicable resentment.

‘love…….’

Jongrigok’s words were right.

It wasn’t Baekcheon who couldn’t stand Baekcheon’s situation. It was the person watching him.

I cherish it so much that I can’t help but throw it away. I cherish it so much that I can’t help but push it away. I cherish it so much that I can’t help but block it.

Just like Jin Geum-ryong back then.

“……let’s go.”

“capital punishment.”

“I need to see Jang Moon-in.”

Jin Geum-ryong bit his lips tightly and finally turned around.

“Baekcheon Dojo is… … .”

“Now it’s Jin Dong-ryong.”

“… … .”

“It will come eventually, Jongnam. And when that time comes… … .”

There were complex emotions in Jin Geum-ryong’s voice.

“I have to make him get back everything he’s lost so far. Until then, it’s just for a little while. Just a little while.”

With those words, Jin Geum-ryong strode away. Lee Song-baek, who was about to follow him, hesitated and turned his head. Baek-cheon, sitting alone in the darkened hall, looked so lonely and isolated that it was hard to leave him alone.

Song Baek sometimes thought that the back resembled that of the Jin Geum Ryong he had seen.

If he could come to Jongnam as Jin Geum-ryong said, it might be a blessing in disguise. At least he wouldn’t look as lonely as he does now. Baek Cheon-do and Jin Geum-ryong.

but…….

‘Death penalty. In this world… there are people who are unbreakable.’

A deep sigh finally escaped Song Baek’s mouth.

Song Baek, who was about to take a step that did not seem to be falling, stopped for a moment, then turned his head as if he sensed something.

There was a person approaching Baekcheon.

‘Cheongmyeong Dojo.’

Song Baek watched Cheongmyeong silently as he walked towards Baekcheon without moving. But soon he turned his head away.

This is not a conversation he would dare to interfere in.

Thud. Thud.

Cheongmyeong stands before Baekcheon.

The dim moonlight was half-lit on his face. His eyes, looking down at Baekcheon, were devoid of any clear emotion.

It was like a stone statue that had no emotions whatsoever.