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Chung Myung twisted miserably on the roof’s edge. Goosebumps like millet prickled all over his back.

“Why should I say something like that….”

– You’re more worried about them than yourself.

“Kaaah! Shut up! Did I say anything wrong?”

– Conscience.

“Ugh.”

Chung Myung let out a deep sigh.

“That was a bit too much to say.”

He got carried away by the atmosphere. It was something that would never have happened in the past.

Isn’t it ridiculous to think about it? Bringing those chicks up to the great ‘Great Mount Hua Sect’. If the old Chung generation, who treated Shaolin as nothing more than a ‘shameless, bald-headed cult revivalist ‘, heard about it, they would roll their eyes and go on a rampage, threatening to beat up all the descendants.

“…When I thought about it, those bastards were hopeless too.”

That’s why the entire Jungwon ignored them. Crazy bastard.

– Is that what you’re going to say? You of all people?

“You’re really talkative today. Oh, if you don’t like it, try coming back to life.”

Chung Myung snorted and lay down on the eaves again.

“…Well, it’s not entirely wrong.”

What if Plum Blossom Sword Sovereign and current Chung Myung weren’t the same person?

Chung Myung would have been the first to rush with a sword in his mouth, ready to correct the brat’s manners. He’d even knock out Cheong Jin for suggesting otherwise and drag him along.

“…I was too hot-blooded… I was young, so young.”

In the past, Chung Myung could not properly see Mount Hua of the time.

Kangho is a place where those with ability should be given preferential treatment, and Mount Hua was more capable than any other sect. So, Chung Myung’s idea was that he should just follow what are told and not waste time talking to those who are lacking.

From that perspective, Mount Hua of the time was clearly a sect worthy of such. They were stronger and more outstanding than any other sect. But…

‘That wasn’t all.’

Chung Myung scratched his head.

If you think about it, Chung Myung was a person who never once thought about anything from the perspective of the weak. Even within Mount Hua sect that ruled the times, Chung Myung was an overwhelmingly powerful person.

Even as a child, wasn’t Chung Myung always given special treatment?

So he thought it was natural.

The Chivalrousness that Chung Myung gave as a disciple of Mount Hua did not come out of consideration for the weak. It was nothing more than doing what the strong were taught to do without doubt.

But after falling to what could only be called the lowest point of hell and clawing his way back up, he realized. The world isn’t just about strength and weakness.

It is the strong who lead, but the weak have their own will and thoughts. Just because they are weak doesn’t mean their ways should be disregarded and belittled.

So in summary…

‘If I saw the old Plum Blossom Sword Sovereign now, I’d beat him to death.’

Well, of course, considering the difference in skill and temperament, not only will he not kill the man, but he get beaten to the brink of death instead. Either way, he would never have seen him with good eyes. In retrospect, it would be hard to find anyone who has lived a worse life than him.

So, how unjust must those guys have felt back then when Chung Myung beat them up? A guy who is no different from a gangster is beating up everyone who is bothering him, but they couldn’t even complain because Mount Hua was the toughest gang around at the time…

To give an example, it’s as if Hye Yeon were rampaging around Shaolin like Chung Myung did in the past. What would Chung Myung do if Hye Yeon acted that way?

‘They probably tried to beat him until hair sprouted from his bald head.’

But… unfortunately, back then there was no one capable of handling Plum Blossom Sword Sovereign and Mount Hua. So they had to swallow their tears and endure it.

Looking back, he feels a surge of guilt…

– What about Southern Edge Sect?

“Ah, we need to get rid of Southern Edge Sect bastards!”

Those bastards deserve more beatings! Yeah, no doubt about it.

Chung Myung clenched his fist and let out another deep sigh.

If you agree with the logic that being strong means you should lead and do as you please, then it is no different from saying that the actions that those demonic cultists commit are justified to a certain extent.

If you’re not willing to accept that, then you have to change your perspective on Mount Hua of the past as well.

“I feel bad thinking about it.”

Chung Myung turned his head and looked somewhere with a puzzled expression on his face.

“From the eyes of those guys back then, we were no different from the current Shaolin bastards.”

– Hey, this bastard. It’s not that bad.

“Ah, be quiet. You’re nothing but a sinner.”

Chung Myung pointed his point towards the distant sky.

Of course, it may be unfair from Cheong Mun’s standpoint. Because Mount Hua was the sect that clearly took responsibility as those who stood on top. Mount Hua shed the most blood whenever and wherever and fought the fiercest.

They were not like the current Shaolin, standing idly by with their arms crossed and just giving orders.

But to put it conversely….

“So now, if those Shaolin bastards fight hard, are we going to look at them favorably?”

– That’s not it.

“See?”

Chung Myung snorted. Others may not understand Shaolin, but honestly, Chung Myung understands to some extent why those Shaolin are acting the way they do.

From Shaolin’s point of view, they must think that they, who have the deepest history, the most superior force, and many masters, should lead Kangho.

These are all implemented with deep reasons, but it would be absurd for a sect that is less than half of Shaolin to criticize and argue with them at every turn.

From Shaolin’s point of view, Namgung Family is nothing more than the stupidest sect in the world, ignoring the orders to stay still and rushing towards Plum Blossom Island at will, putting them on the verge of annihilation….

“Huh? Isn’t this correct?”

Chung Myung glanced down and saw Namgung Dowi in the distance.

Well… to be brutally honest, it was as if Namgung Hwang throwing himself into the Yangtze River with everything he had. However, swearing at Shaolin for this matter is a bit over the humane line….

“K- Keuhum. Anyway.”

And from Shaolin’s point of view, Mount Hua and Tang Family are nothing more than crazy sects that are plotting chaos in the once well-united Jungwon and attracting foreign forces to a perfectly stable Jungwon.

Even with Evil Sects openly causing trouble, instead of joining forces, they say, ‘If you’re frustrated, why don’t you just crawl under us?’… Even though Bangjang came personally and bowed his head.

“Wow….”

Chung Myung looked up at the night sky with trembling eyes.

“When you think of it from the opposite perspective, it all makes sense, doesn’t it, Cheong Mun Sahyung?”

– I never do that, you bastard!

“Who said you did? You seem unnecessarily guilty.”

Chung Myung burst out laughing.

Chung Myung knows. All of Shaolin’s actions could be interpreted as stemming from a sense of ‘superiority.’ Perhaps, the moment Shaolin stands again in the position of representing Kangho, they will fight bravely at the forefront, just like Mount Hua did in the past.

What they want is not just profit, but the position of the ‘Shaolin’ that protects Kangho. It’s a title that cannot be obtained without shedding blood, and Bop Jeong knows this.

But….

“That’s meaningless, you idiot.”

Now, Chung Myung knew too. Because he’s already been through it. That it means nothing. That such actions leave nothing behind. They lead to a path where they become no different from countless sects that once dominated the world but are now forgotten.

“Cheong Mun Sahyung, I….”

Chung Myung looks at the night sky.

Numerous stars are looking down at him. It was as if Sahyungs of the past were watching him.

“I love Mount Hua.”

To be precise, he longed for the old Mount Hua. That’s why he wanted to make the current Mount Hua like the Mount Hua of old. A sect superior to any other, more outstanding than any other.

“But… that was just my greed.”

He now understands that it was the wrong path.

They have already failed once. They experienced such a miserable failure that he couldn’t even think of what a bigger failure would be.

Repeating the same mistake is no different from walking towards a predetermined failure. To change the outcome, the process must also change.

Mount Hua, who excelled alone, failed. And now, Chung Myung was clearly seeing what the sect was becoming as it tried to excel alone.

So… both he and Mount Hua must change.

Because now Chung Myung understand.

What a weak sect thinks as it lives. What thoughts does a weak martial artist harbors. How much effort those fighting behind the strong ones are putting in.

Being lacking doesn’t mean one deserves to be disregarded. Even if lacking, their efforts and thoughts should be respected in themselves.

There it is, isn’t it? Those who are living proof of this.

Chung Myung turned his head and saw Baek Cheon and the group. Their faces were very serious, as if they were having a serious conversation among themselves. A grin escaped from Chung Myung’s mouth.

‘What could those kids be so serious about?’

What would have happened if they had entered the old Mount Hua? What if they were initiated into Chung generation from the past, like Chung Myung, or the later Myung generation?

Perhaps those kids would have gone unnoticed, forgotten as just ordinary disciples, or they might have eventually left Mount Hua, unable to endure.

But now, those children have grown up to be proud disciples of Mount Hua and the future of Mount Hua.

The same goes for others. Being lacking doesn’t mean they have no potential. And not being strong doesn’t mean they have no value.

“I should have known that sooner.”

The old Mount Hua and the current Shaolin show that a sect that is strong but not inclusive is meaningless.

So the current Mount Hua must be different.

It’s okay if they’re not as strong as before or if they can’t lead as firmly. Because there are so many people who can make up for what Mount Hua lacks.

That’s why they must walk together, not lead alone.

‘Can we do it?’

Chung Myung quietly closed his eyes.

It’s easy to say, but it’s a very difficult thing to do. It might be twice as hard as making the current Mount Hua as strong as the old Mount Hua.

Chung Myung opened his eyes and looked at those gathered below.

Mount Hua, Shaolin, Namgung Family, and Nokrim.

People who would seem incompatible were raising their voices at each other and bickering.

Some people may call that appearance a mess, and some may demean it by calling it a hodgepodge.

But Chung Myung’s thoughts were a little different. If he had to give that scene a name….

– Hope.

“….”

– Isn’t that right, Taoist Hyung-nim?

A smile bloomed on Chung Myung’s lips.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

He got up and stretched.

“It’s going to get busy.”

It’s still a difficult task. Magyo is very powerful, and Righteous Sects are faltering. There, a monster-like person who prioritizes his own desires over the safety of the world will be aiming beyond the Yangtze River. But….

“There’s nothing to worry about. We’ll get it done.”

Because now, it’s not just ‘me,’ but ‘us.’

Chung Myung grinned, grabbed the liquor bottle in his hand tightly, and jumping down from the eaves.

“Stop fighting, you bastards!”

“What’s he saying?”

“We’re not fighting, are we?”

Chung Myung seeped into the crowd of people talking loudly.

Their lively conversation continued well into the night.