Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 1742



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Episode 1742. Not visible. (2)

Woodduck.

The sensation of my fingertips piercing through my skull was excruciatingly vivid.

A surging brain, a face draining of life, and the pungent smell of blood that followed.

Even in the midst of a realistic sense that clings earnestly, strangely, the mind gradually becomes hazy.

‘What was it…?’

After throwing away the one who had lost his breath, he stabbed the heart of another who was rushing towards him with his left hand. The one who could not even utter a final word swung his sword weakly for the last time. The blade passed by his left face.

The pain spreads. I’m used to it now.

No. Does this sound familiar?

Blood flowed out thickly through the ball.

I tried to think of something, but I can’t remember. It must have been something pretty important.

Crunch!

The sword flying towards his face interlocked with the ring on his finger. The sharp sound of metal clashing with metal pierced his eardrums.

Kuuung!

A heavy, extended fist plunged into the center of the enemy’s wide-open chest. A shattered sternum was seen poking out through his back.

Crunch!

In the meantime, something passes by and cuts my side.

But I didn’t bother to look back. My feet were just pointing forward.

“Cough!”

Someone behind me fell forward with a groan. I glanced down and the open eyes of the person who had been stuck in the hole came into view.

‘What’s your name?’

I don’t remember either. No, maybe I didn’t know from the beginning. Because I never paid attention to those who filled the back.

The gaze turns forward again. Beyond the rushing enemies, to somewhere far away.

Where could it be? No, what could it be?

I don’t know. I forgot. Maybe I didn’t know from the beginning.

Still, my feet move forward. Otherwise, I won’t be able to withstand what’s surging from deep within my chest.

There is always a spicy flame burning inside him.

The anger that would burn him if he stopped walking. The endless hatred towards someone he didn’t know. The thirst so intense that he wanted to slit his own throat with a knife.

Since when have I been suffering from this unidentifiable thirst?

Slap.

I walked past the blood on the ground. I could see the faces of those rushing in front of me at a glance.

Read all kinds of negative emotions indifferently.

Anger and resentment, fear and frustration. Some people cry out in anger, while others curse to suppress their desire to run away at any moment.

All of it is mixed together and boiling right before your nose.

No matter how perfectly and vividly it is depicted, a painting can never become reality, because it is contained within a canvas.

Everything that was visible before my eyes felt so distant and distant.

Boom!

Those who were rushing towards me flew away as one group.

Flesh bursts and bones crumble. Intestines spill out from the torn abdomen, and blood spurts from the violently thrown back head.

Even in this terrible chaos, everything seemed like a hazy dream.

His hand appears in sight.

On his pale, blood-stained hands were many mismatched rings of various colors. The wide robe around his wrist was stained red with the blood of his enemies.

It’s weird.

It was clearly his, but it felt like nothing was his. I felt a terrible sense of discomfort and nausea.

My stomach is churning and my face is distorted.

Boom!

A huge sword that flew in from somewhere and collided with the hastily spread blue river.

A sharp pain spread through my body, as if my flesh was being crushed, but even that did not bring back a sense of reality.

The disheveled old man attacked again, his eyes streaming with blood. Every time his white hair swung, his eerie gaze flashed fiercely.

Boom!

But the fist that blocked the way did not show even a single trace of emotion.

Crunch!

A long scar develops on the wrist.

Crunch!

The chest is cut lengthwise.

Crunch!

The blade passes by, slicing precariously across the side of the neck.

I could feel it through the flying Tao. The ignorance that had been built up to the point of being terrible, and the firm pride in that ignorance. Even the earnest desire that seemed like it was about to overflow.

Even in the midst of the haze, those emotions were felt clearly.

I narrowed my vision and stared behind the old man. I saw most of the group turning around in a hurry and running away.

Something that must be protected even at the risk of one’s life…

Well, what do you think?

Woohoo!

Blue energy gushed out from the tips of his fingers and pooled. Two rings slipped out of his fingers, sucking in the energy as if they were swallowing up blue flames.

Paaaaang!

Within, two blue lines crossed the sky.

Then, the sword that was being swung with all its might stopped for a moment. It was only for a split second, but in a fight where life is at stake, even that gap is never short.

After a moment of hesitation, what stopped me was a ring flying towards me.

Kaaaaaaang!

The sword that had collided with the ring was thrown back. At the same time, a pure white hand pierced the center of the old man’s chest like a bolt of lightning.

The old man opened his eyes wide. Shock, despair, and regret were all in his eyes.

My impression of him was, ‘disgusting.’

I feel sorry for the appearance.

Yes, at first, I would have tried to protect it somehow. Even if it meant risking my life. I must have made up my mind to do so.

But at the crucial moment, you will inevitably hesitate. You will hesitate somehow.

And that moment of hesitation costs me not only the thing I have to protect, but my life as well.

A bitter laugh escaped.

At its most intense moments, when everything and everything collides, the world reveals its hidden inner self, a self that is filled with disgusting things that we would rather not face.

Boom!

The head, with its white hair, shatters. Brains and broken bones scatter.

The sound of breathing gradually becomes louder and fills my ears.

It was hazy. Even more hazy. Even though the blood pouring down my skin was hot, even though the murderous intent stabbing my body was sharp, even though my breathing was ragged and I felt like my lungs were going to burst, it was the same.

Only the flame within gradually becomes more vivid.

A feeling of resentment as if one had swallowed a lump of charcoal and a hatred for something unidentifiable.

But I don’t do anything evil because I can’t overcome it. Nothing will change even if I do. I just keep walking forward, staggering, and laughing at everything I see.

‘What was it?’

Well, I don’t remember. No, maybe it never existed in the first place. It doesn’t matter anymore.

The foot that had stepped forward trampled the corpse, which had now turned into a piece of flesh.

Eventually everyone will reach a fair ending.

The gaze is directed upwards.

The blazing sun is looking down on him. No matter how much he stretches out his hand, no matter how much he screams, he will never be able to reach it. But his hand naturally stretches out toward the sun.

The sleeves fell down, revealing numerous wounds. Only then did I see it. The blood that had stained this garment was not that of an enemy, but entirely his own.

I felt extreme dizziness and nausea.

But instead of slumping down, I put strength into my legs. I stretched my hand out toward the sun, and waved it a little further, a little more in the air. I stretched it out so desperately that it was pitiful.

With my vision blurry, I opened my mouth, unable to overcome my burning thirst…

“… … .”

My blurry eyes slowly became clearer. I slowly looked around from left to right.

The interior of the tent, which was decorated splendidly but could not completely hide the harsh reality of the field battle, came into view.

After not moving for a while, he slowly raised his hand. The soft blanket covering his body slid away, revealing his bare upper body.

Scars big and small are densely engraved all over his body. The wounds he received in his dreams are now faded scars engraved on his body.

As if to remind us again that all that has already been a long time in the past.

Jang Il-so lightly touched the scar on his upper body with his pale fingertips.

There is no emotion, and it doesn’t matter. After all, everyone sees the fancy robe he wears. Who would care what his body looks like underneath it?

The tent door, which had not yet been completely closed, was slightly open. Through the gap, the sun, already high in the sky, could be seen.

As in my dreams, I slowly reached out my hand toward the sun.

No matter how hard you try, it’s something you can’t reach, but that’s why it’s worth reaching out for.

Perhaps… … I think I definitely said this back then.

I opened my mouth, feeling a thirst that was incomparably more intense than before.

“It’s a good day.”

A soft smile appeared on Jang Il-so’s face.

* * *

“It’s so Busan-like… … .”

A long finger tapped near her red lips.

“Are you talking about Mt. Mudangsan?”

“yes.”

Jang Il-so asked with a snort.

“Hmm. Why?”

“I haven’t figured it out yet.”

Since the enemies are gathered, it is natural to keep a close watch on the inside of Mt. Mudeungsan. However, going inside to find out the exact cause is another matter.

“I’ll find out.”

“No, that’s enough. Leave it alone. It doesn’t matter what the reason is.”

Jang Il-so chuckled.

“The important thing is the fact that there is a problem. It is serious enough to make you tremble even though you know the enemy is watching.”

Hogamyeong nodded slowly in agreement. Jang Ilso, who had been humming for a while, asked.

“If you fight and fight until you’re covered in wounds… … and you keep fighting without getting tired, do you know what will happen?”

“I will become like you, Lord Yeonju.”

“… … .”

Jang Il-so, who had been laughing happily, stopped and looked at Ho Ga-myeong with a trembling face. It seemed like it wasn’t the answer he had been expecting.

“… … Am I wrong?”

“Ugh. Well, that’s true, but… … . It’s not normal. Normally… … the wound festered.”

Jang Il-so lightly scratched his cheek and laughed softly.

“You don’t know when your head is in a fever. You don’t know how much the pus in your body is eating away at you. You only realize it when time passes and the fever in your head goes down.”

The corners of Jang Il-so’s mouth twisted.

“The wounds have already rotted away and cannot be undone.”

Hogamyeong let out a short sigh.

Jang Il-so was not wrong when he said that it was not only this side that suffered damage.

It wasn’t just because I was so strong that they couldn’t understand it. It was because I ran so hard that I couldn’t even look back at my wounds.

But now you know.

That their own bodies, too, are full of terrible wounds. And that some wounds are all the more fatal because they are invisible.

Jang Il-so asked while looking at Ho Ga-myeong.

“Gamyeong-ah. What should I do?”

There was a faint playfulness in his eyes. Hogamyeong took a moment to decide what to say.

“If it were me… … I wouldn’t let them get confused. I’d just storm in without giving them time to sort things out.”

“Hmm.”

Jang Il-so smiled as if he found it amusing. At first glance, it seemed like a positive reaction, but Ho Ga-myeong knew very well that this was not a positive sign.

“That would be nice. I’m sure that would be fun. But… … don’t you want to see a little more?”

“What are you talking about?”

“If I cut open the wound and drain the pus, it will definitely get better. But… … what if that’s not possible?”

“… … .”

“I think it would be quite enjoyable to just sit back and watch those stupid pigs do nothing about their own rotting bodies.”

Jang Il-so was clearly convinced that whatever the cause of the disturbance they were experiencing, it would never be resolved.

And it was probably right. It was Jang Il-so’s prediction. But Ho Ga-myeong couldn’t let go of one thing he was worried about.

“Even the Plum Blossom Sword Ghost can’t train… … .”

But the man who had brought up the subject suddenly closed his mouth. It was because a question crossed his mind.

Why did Jang Il-so meet him alone? Because he completely trusted Ho Ga-myeong’s strategy that capturing him was the only way to win this war? Really?

Of course, that may be the case. But was that really the only reason?

“… … You confirmed it.”

Jang Il-so looked at Ho Ga-myeong with interest.

“That he is not the kind of person who can do that. To confirm that, no… … .”

Hogamyeong asked with a stern face.

“Did you make it untouchable?”

Jang Il-so didn’t bother to answer. Then he stopped for a moment, raising the glass to his lips. He smiled and slowly held the glass out to me as if handing it to me.

“Everyone has something they can’t throw away. There are things they can’t give up.”

“… … .”

“But sometimes people don’t realize that… … it’s leading them into the mud.”

At this moment, there was one person watching and listening to all this behind Hogamyeong.

It was a detective with his face covered by a black mask. It was difficult to guess his expression or identity.

“What do you think?”

“… … .”

“huh?”

Jang Il-so held out his glass to the unidentified person, but the masked man’s hand was unmoving. He dared to refuse Jang Il-so’s glass.

But Jang Il-so just smiled without showing any sign of displeasure.

“Oh, oh, oh. I told you, you have no interest at all.”

Jang Il-so took back the glass he had offered and drank it.

The masked man’s eyes, looking at this, were filled with a slew of emotions. They were very similar to those in Baekcheon’s eyes.