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It was natural. It would have left a large hole in Mount Hua’s finances if they had created a massive
warehouse out of Thousand-Year-Old Cold Iron; they would have never lasted this long.
“… he kept whining every day that he had no money. Yet he kept spending it to make things like
this.”
Chung Myung felt a surge of anger, but what could he do? He could do nothing to a dead person.
There were a lot of things stored here. What should he check for first?
“Money!”
It had to be here! The slush funds which Sahyung was saving! Some shining piece of gold! Riches
shining brilliantly…!
Chung Myung once again scoured the inside of the storeroom. No matter how many times he
rubbed his eyes, however, he couldn’t find anything shiny, let alone treasures.
“N-No.”
With how frugal his Sahyung was, he must have accumulated a lot more money than any other sect
leader!
It would be common sense for him to plan and keep aside a certain amount of wealth to prepare
Mount Hua for any unexpected scenarios.
If there had been an emergency stash of money, he could have used them for any number of
schemes.
For the revival of Mount Hua, for buying drinks, and for buying more drinks…
“Ehh!”
Chung Myung abandoned his lingering desires and turned his head. There were things more
important than wealth.
“This is it!”
He pulled out a book from the middle and scanned the contents. As he read each line, a bright
smile slowly appeared.
“Right!”
As expected, the books displayed on the first shelf were books of Mount Hua, which Sahyung kept.
These documents were generally supposed to be stored in the sect leader’s house, but it seemed
like copies were made and stored here in case of emergencies.
And there weren’t just ledgers from Chung Myung’s time, but even from the previous generations
too. With just this information, he would be able to slap those rotten jerks in the back of the head.
These ledgers were worth the painstaking effort he went through to open the door.
“Oh!”
No way!
“Huh?”
Chung Myung frowned. These things were a bit different from the martial arts he studied. In
Mount Hua, the secret arts, which were almost as good as dead, were gathered there!
“Hmm.”
It had been decided not to pass these down to the future disciples, but it was clear that they didn’t
abandon them. It seemed that Sahyung was reluctant to completely throw them away.
Maybe he thought that it would negatively impact Mount Hua’s future if they were abandoned, so
he kept them here.
If the first shelf full of ledgers showed the old sect leader’s obligations and responsibilities to the
sect, this second shelf represented his compassion and dedication.
“… Sahyung.”
“Don’t worry. I will definitely revive Mount Hua to its original state.”
There was no rush, and it will be fine. After all, the important thing was that Chung Myung knew
how to use all the techniques. It was annoying to write it down for others, but he didn’t plan on
keeping the information a secret either.
And finally…
“What is this?”
Without hesitation, Chung Myung reached out, opened it, and immediately began to read it.
If anyone is reading this, it means that the next generation’s sect leader has been decided.
Sometimes, a single line of writing conveys more than a hundred words, so I leave my meaning in
this humble form.
The position of sect leader within Mount Hua isn’t a position to lead.
As anyone who becomes the next sect leader would naturally come to know, the ones who lead
Mount Hua are the precious disciples, and they are the ones who bring growth to Mount Hua. A
sect leader’s role is to protect and support them to carry out their own will without restrictions.
Now that you are the sect leader, I hope you will put aside your own impatience and work for the
sake of the sect. Mount Hua is simply Mount Hua. No one person can lead or wield it.
Remember this when you are tired from life’s difficulties and the heavy burden on your shoulders;
Mount Hua will not fall.
Mount Hua is Mount Hua. Whether it declines or flourishes, it will stay as Mount Hua. As sect
leaders, we merely protect the spirit of the sect in our generation.
Pray that the will of Mount Hua, which our ancestors protected, be passed onto future generations.
And nurture our descendants to continue our will so that we remain eternal.
I leave you a heavy burden as the sect leader of the previous generation.
The 21st sect leader of the Great Mount Hua, Jang Mun.
[End]
“…”
He knew.
He knew that this wasn’t a letter written by his Sahyung to him, but, weirdly, he was the person
who needed to read this more than the others.
Chung Myung sighed and put away the scroll in his hands.
The other things will be returned to Mount Hua, but not this scroll.
“Okay then…”
First, he had the ledgers, which were the most essential items. If he had them, the businesses could
be retrieved. Then Mount Hua would be able to get out of the debt.
So then…
‘Wait a minute.’
It was strange.
“Wait!”
Third shelf?
Jang Mun was the 21st sect leader of Mount Hua; that man had been obsessed with neatly
organizing things.
It wasn’t just the cleanliness. Even if the furniture in his room were off by a slight angle, he
couldn’t stand it.
But…
He knew it because he had been with that man for a long time.
Surely!
That empty shelf kept bothering him. Isn’t it awkward to use an entire bookshelf for just one
scroll? The Sahyung that he knew wasn’t that kind of a person.
If the one who came here wasn’t Chung Myung but someone else, they wouldn’t have thought
much of it. But now Chung Myung was there.
There was nothing behind the shelf except for the cold iron wall. But what about below?
Chung Myung, who moved the shelf, put his hand on the floor and soon infused it with energy.
‘If it was the old man that I knew, then it must be here!’
Wooong!
Nothing happened. He wondered if his internal energy wasn’t strong enough, he couldn’t feel
anything.
“Maybe I am wrong?”
It was the moment when he was flustered and thought about giving up.
Tuk!
“…!”
Right!
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
As Chung Myung felt himself being sucked below where the floor once was, something gave way.
Rumble!
Eventually, with the sudden feeling of something falling, Chung Myung lost his balance and
collapsed backwards, rolling away from where he stood before.
“Ouch!”
After hitting his head several times, it felt like the night stars were flashing in front of him.
He instinctively turned towards the entrance. However, it didn’t seem like anyone noticed it.
Although it was connected, it didn’t seem like it could be heard because of the long corridor.
“Then?”
Sahyung!
A hidden double floor was made in case someone other than the sect leader had come in.
After all of the hard work it takes to find and open this place, nobody would have imagined that
there was another secret hidden here. Even Chung Myung wouldn’t have known if he didn’t
understand his Sahyung so profoundly.
Light!
It seemed like the light was made to show the path to Chung Myung.
Without hesitation, he threw himself into the opening. The entrance was small, even for a child’s
body. As he went down through the entrance, he found a space so small that straightening his back
was difficult.
In that place…
Chung Myung stretched out his hand and decided to close the door which opened.
“Slowly. Slowly.”
And…
Chung Myung’s eyes opened wide. His breathing became rapid, and his heart began pounding.
Blood rushed to his face as excitement colored his vision.
“Hahahahaha!”
And…
“Hehehehehe!”
Laughter kept coming out. Even when he tried to not laugh, he couldn’t control it.
“Uhahahahaha!”
The situation which the 21st sect leader, Jang Mun, desperately sought to avoid by taking extreme
measures to guard this wealth.
This was the moment when the fate and fortune of Mount Hua firmly passed into the hands of the
one person who should absolutely not have it.