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Chung Myung shook his head and turned away. He had to make sure that he was ready to avoid
any traps that might activate when he opened the door.
Knowing his Sahyung, he was sure that the old man would have traps if anyone other than himself
tried to enter. That man was one careful bastard.
Chung Myung’s gaze was drawn to a hole at the top of the corridor; it seemed to confirm that some
device that should have been there was missing.
It was a hole big enough to fit a child’s fist. And it wasn’t just one; there were dozens of these holes
separated a fixed distance apart from each other at regular intervals.
“Tch.”
Originally, there must have been lights placed there. This hallway should have been a brightly
shining one, not a dark hallway like now.
Each time the sect ran low on money, they must have taken and sold another lantern to cover their
growing debts. The corridor steadily dimmed and lost its light with each challenge they faced.
What was the sect leader thinking as he looked at the dark hallway each time he entered? Was
Mount Hua’s hope fading with every light sold? Did he feel that as this corridor’s light gradually
faded, another path for Mount Hua’s revival would be severed?
“Ugh.”
Heavy. So heavy.
Although the sect leader and the sasuks never let the weight of their burdens show, Chung Myung
could still guess how they felt. Everyone likely had trouble even sleeping properly; the weight of
Mount Hua’s declining name gradually rotting away during their generation weighed heavily on
their minds.
And they must have been under this kind of pressure all their lives.
‘It’s unfair.’
It wouldn’t be enough to do something alone. In fact, it was true that Chung Myung alone had
raised the name and reputation of Mount Hua back when he was known as the Plum Blossom
Sword Saint; but even then, the glory of Mount Hua had echoed in the ears of the people long
before Chung Myung’s time.
He was done sitting around complaining; now it was time to try and open the door.
There was no handle for the door. The long dividing line in the middle was what made him guess
that it was a door; without that line, it would simply be a wall.
A long split in the center was a sign of the door interlocking. Then what about those jumbled
horizontal and vertical lines? It looked as if someone had used the wall to practice their
swordsmanship.
Chung Myung, who placed his hand on the unknown wall or door, quietly infused his energy into
it. But he soon let go of it and backed off.
“Insane.”
The energy wouldn’t enter. With an ordinary wall, such a thing couldn’t happen. Which meant that
there was something behind this door.
It must have been incredibly expensive to bring in that precious piece of iron and use it as a
warehouse door.
“That’s why the sect leader couldn’t even think of opening it.”
This was the best metal in the world. A sword forged from this ore would be a treasured blade; an
armor made of this material would turn into a priceless garment with impenetrable defense.
It’s a rare treasure that holds far more value than gold at the same weight. So how was a warehouse
made of such a material?
“Huhuhu.”
Depending on what you think, it may seem foolish. However, just from this act alone, you can gaze
into the sect leader’s personality. To use such an expensive metal like this.
But Chung Myung could understand why the sect leader couldn’t open this place; Thousand-Year-
Old Cold Iron was the most rigid metal in the world. Even Chung Myung wouldn’t be able to cut it.
If such metal was an inch thick, it would take Chung Myung at his peak in the past utilizing all his
techniques to cut through it all. So, if he wanted to cut this now, he would have to be the best
swordsman in the world or bring someone equally strong.
But would such an expert just kindly open the door to the treasury and walk away without touching
the contents inside?
‘Absolutely not.’
A toothless Mount Hua would be easy to exploit. And those with power will take away what they
want without any consideration for Mount Hua.
Mount Hua could face absolute destruction if robbers and outsiders were clumsily asked for help.
‘Sect leader’s choice wasn’t wrong. Calling in a master to avoid immediate downfall would be like
calling in a tiger to avoid the wolf.’
What is inside the warehouse is essential, but even the material it is made of could attract calamity.
Items that could bring in thousands of gold would incite thievery if the information was made
public.
If it was him from the past, he could even cut it open with his bare hands. He reached the peak of
the sword in the past!
“Never mind!”
Chung Myung looked at the patterns on the wall. This was a door, and as his Sahyung could enter
and come out, there had to be a way to open it.
His Sahyung wasn’t stronger than Chung Myung. So, his method would be…
Some of the patterns resembled the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique. And once a clue
was found, the other patterns could be recognized as well.
“This is the Equilibrium Sword technique, and this one is also the Plum Blossom Sword.”
Engraved on this door were the techniques unique to the disciples of Mount Hua.
Because the Plum Blossom Sword calls for the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword technique,
which has been lost to the sect. Although it’s possible to recognize a sword technique from the
patterns it leaves, the sect leader couldn’t learn and understand the technique just from these
markings.
“This depth…”
The marks started with the Equilibrium Sword and Bamboo Leaf technique, followed by the
Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword technique.
If the technique was spread precisely along the path, it would make the door open by itself. Chung
Myung couldn’t understand how such a thing was created.
If it was the past, there wouldn’t be any problem. Not just him, but any disciple of Mount Hua in
the past would be able to open this door without much trouble. However, the current Chung
Myung was a child who didn’t properly learn the sword technique.
He could still follow the sword lines. However, it was impossible for him to put in the energy
needed to unfold it at once.
“Phew.”
‘Nothing is impossible!’
If it was impossible, then make it possible! There were no problems in the world that couldn’t be
solved.
Chung Myung gritted his teeth and put his hands together on his dantian.
He didn’t want to resort to this. He didn’t want to overdo it. But this was the only method left that
he could think of.
Chung Myung thought and then used his strength to tap into the innate qi, located in the deepest
part of the dantian.
It was different from the inner energy trained through cultivation. Even if your energy is used up
or vanishes, the person wouldn’t die. Although they would feel a great sense of helplessness and
weakness, it wouldn’t interfere with their life. This is because this energy is artificially cultivated by
humans.
Humans who lose their true internal qi can no longer sustain life. In other words, it can be said
that the true internal qi is vital for human life.
Those who have reached the peak of martial arts can use the true internal qi as their own strength.
However, the true internal qi exists to sustain life; a price must be paid to utilize its power.
Even if cautiously consumed, the energy will be significantly damaged, and one wouldn’t be able to
lead a normal life for several months.
Right now, Chung Myung was probably the most crucial figure hidden within Mount Hua.
Tap.
Stimulate the true internal qi. Make sure not to bring out too much. Just enough to use! Just
enough to use!
The true internal qi, roused from its slumber, began to rage. It was then pushed into the dantian.
Chung Myung blew away his thoughts and grabbed the sword.
Is it possible?
It is!
A magnificent power was created by mixing the internal qi with internal energy and letting it flow
throughout his entire body. As this energy began to flow through his unfamiliar body, his entire
being shook.
“Kuak!”
A groan escaped from behind his lips. A terrible pain that made Chung Myung doubt his mind.
He didn’t learn martial arts in this life. It was nothing more than a clumsy imitation of what he
remembered from the past, and it felt even more unfamiliar because of the child-like body.
Chung Myung’s hand cut through the air like a beam of light.
Kuak!
The sound of scratching the wall resonated in the empty hall. It was a door that had to be opened
in one go since Chung Myung couldn’t handle doing it another time, but even his imitation was
slow, thanks to his body’s condition.
“KUAK!”
But Chung Myung didn’t stop and kept moving his hand. As the excessive movements continued,
he could feel his muscles tearing as if they would snap at any moment; and his face was flushed
and burning as though it would explode at any moment.
If he didn’t have the ability, then he would move his body on pride alone!
Biting his lip to drive his consciousness forward. Chung Myung unleashed his final struggle.
Tuk!
‘Done?’
His legs were trembling, and his heart pounded erratically as if desperately trying to keep his body
together, but he didn’t have time to pay attention to his current condition. If the door still didn’t
open after this, he would truly be facing a disaster.
It was then.
Kikik!
It opened!
He thought that the door would open fully, but only the lock on it seemed to have been released.
But it was…
“Aaaaghhhhhh!”
Blood poured out of his small mouth. It came out with a force that couldn’t be swallowed back.
“Ugh.”
If this was the case, he would have to take at least two months rest for his internal injuries to
recover.
Chung Myung spit out the blood remaining in his mouth and pitifully pushed the door open in a
disgraceful way using the little might he had left.
Kiiiik!
The door, sealed for ages, finally opened wide from side to side.
With a cunning smile, Chung Myung confidently walked into the warehouse.
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