Chapter 1145
– Chapter 1145. Did you bring that? (4)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
"Did you finish sweeping?"
“No. This… needs to be cleaned a little more….”
"Get out! Get out! It's time!"
“No, already?”
The person sweeping the path between the manor saw the rising sun and quickly stepped aside. Tension filled their faces as they witnessed the strange sight once again.
Creak! Creak!
The doors of the manor, which had been deathly silent all night, suddenly opened almost simultaneously. Those sweeping the paths swallowed hard at the sight.
Soon, people staggered out of the open doors.
They didn't seem to have any life at all. They looked more like corpses or ghosts than people, as they walked out listlessly.
"Aigoo …."
Those sweeping the paths shuddered at the sight.
It's a sight they have seen daily now, but they can't get used to it no matter how many times they see it. How could anyone get used to the sight of what looked like walking corpses?
The sluggish figures, looking like seaweed boiled for half an hour, slowly made their way to the training ground.
‘Their aura seems even more faded, which gives me chills.’
It wasn't like this at first.
Initially, those heading to the training ground were overly energetic, causing problems. They pointed fingers at each other and, in extreme cases, got into physical fights.
But lately, everyone has been moving to the training grounds like cattle being dragged to the slaughterhouse, half-conscious. The fact that they kept going despite their reluctance was even more astonishing.
‘How long will this continue?’
‘I can’t stand the tension.’
Of course, it must have been hard for those who watched this scene, but no matter what, it was nothing compared to the people who ended up in that state.
There was only one thought that filled the minds of those heading to the slaughter house…. No, the training ground.
'I feel like I'm going to die….'
‘If only I could sleep for just one more hour...’
‘Can a person really survive this? Really?’
They had heard it countless times. That when a real war breaks out, you might not get proper sleep for ten days, or even up to a month.
But few had seriously considered what that meant until they experienced it themselves.
‘At least we get to sleep...’
'How does someone keep doing this?'
Now, there was nothing left, no ill feelings for each other, no anger towards their sect leader who was harassing them. All that was left was the primal desire to somehow close their eyes and rest. That was it…
“I’m dying, Sogaju.”
“...This seems worse than Plum Blossom Island, doesn’t it?”
“You speak carelessly. That’s disrespectful to those who died there.”
"…I’m sorry."
Namgung, who had experienced something similar, even if only briefly, had a tiny bit more composure compared to the others.
And that made it even more frustrating.
If there was nothing to compare to, they would have cursed blatantly to their heart's content. That they don't understand the reason for this kind of training. But now that those damn Namgung are showing a faint hint of vitality, they can see with their own eyes the effectiveness of this training.
Thus the unfair situation where one had to suffer yet can not swear openly happens. And on top of that….
“Ugh, damn it. Just kill me already.”
“…Don’t talk nonsense. If Chung Myung had heard that, he would have really done that.”
“Dying would be better than this. What is this?”
“He’s giving you exactly what you want, isn’t he?”
"What?"
“We’ll eventually die if we keep doing this, you see.”
Those around glanced weakly at the Mount Hua disciples who had spent a long time with Chung Myung. Only one question came to mind.
'But why don't those bastards get tired?'
‘They say they’re tired, but are they really?’
‘Do the Mount Hua people snack on ten-thousand-year-old ginseng? They do say Mount Hua is a famous mountain, could it be that all the wild herbs that grow there are elixir medicines?'
‘But those guys only eat meat, don’t they?’
'Can a Taoist live like that?'
Of course, the blows that Tang Family and Nokrim received were not insignificant, but the ones most bewildered by this situation were none other than Beast Palace and Ice Palace.
'How could this happen….'
It's not that they lack a sense of reality. On the surface, they often claim to be able to match the prestigious sects of Jungwon, even if it's just for the sake of pride, but in reality, they are aware that their martial art is not on par with Ten Great Sects or Five Great Family.
But this was only in terms of martial prowess.
What supported them strongly was their pride in their physical and mental strength as they fought against the harsh and rugged nature.
Yet, experiencing this firsthand, they realized just how futile that pride was.
‘Mental strength… I thought that at least our mental strength would not be lacking….’
Of course, if Chung Myung had heard that, he would have rebuked them, saying, ‘Mental strength is only for training, in real combat, you can only spit out as much as you ate! Would the bastards who usually play around suddenly gain strength when a sword is put to their throat? Huh?’ However, what is so obvious to some is not obvious to others.
Some struggled, some struggled and got hurt, and some had a subtle sense of resentment, but regardless of what was inside, everyone arrived at the training ground with a lifeless face.
‘He’s already here.’
‘Let’s rest, even if just for a moment, you damned bastards.’
‘How does that guy get more energetic day by day? How?’
The moment they discovered Chung Myung was already seated on the training ground, everyone's face was distorted in a horrible way.
It's something they couldn’t understand at all. When thought using common sense, shouldn’t the ones fighting against them and beating them up be as exhausted as… No, be more exhausted than the ones getting hit?
In fact, the faces of Tang Gun-ak and Maeng So, standing next to Chung Myung, were clearly tired. They were standing upright in front of people, but their roughened skin and shadowed faces couldn’t be hidden.
However….
'Why is that punk so shiny?'
Chung Myung's face was glowing. He looked even more vibrant now than when they first started training.
‘Is he really a demon?’
‘Is he sucking our life force?’
'I'm scared that he'll appear in my dreams, really... '
Life is a comedy when seen from afar, but a tragedy when seen up close.
Heavenly Comrade Alliance members who had been laughing while watching Mount Hua suffer terribly from Chung Myung's evil deeds were now receiving a terrible price for those laughs.
‘But why is he sitting there today?’
‘What is he going to make us do this time... Please, let us do just what we usually do... Please...’
It was then everyone was looking at Chung Myung and the sect leaders standing on either side of him with anxious eyes.
“Kuhum.”
Chung Myung covered his mouth with his fist, which was unusual for him, and cleared his throat with a dignified air.
The disciples of Mount Hua Sect realized that this was the typical behavior of Chung Myung when he started something grandiose. Anxiety gathered on their faces like dark clouds.
“All of you…”
Chung Myung looked around at everyone gathered there and opened his mouth.
“You all look completely drained.”
Those who heard those words felt a surge of anger and glared at Chung Myung. It was all thanks to a certain someone, yet the certain someone spoke so nonchalantly…
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.”
But Chung Myung clicked his tongue as if he didn't care at all.
“What did you do that makes you so exhausted and out of breath! When I was your age, huh?”
“You’re the youngest here, you little punk!”
"Ah, right."
At Jo-Gol's angry shout, Chung Myung nodded his head in surprise.
"Anyway!"
Chung Myung continued speaking, looking at everyone with a pitying expression.
“That… Anyway, it’s not that I feel bad seeing you all panting and having a hard time, but… Anyway, if you get more.. you know… energetic, your training efficiency will increase…. And if your training efficiency increases, you’ll be more useful. Right? That’s why I’m doing this now….”
‘What is he saying?’
‘Is a dog barking somewhere?’
‘What the hell is he planning now with all this nonsense?’
As the awkward repetition continued, Tang Gun-ak finally couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a deep sigh before interjecting.
“Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword.”
"Yes?"
“…Hurry up. Just standing here is exhausting.”
Chung Myung pouted silently. Then he quickly grabbed the bundle he had placed behind him and began to untie it.
“Elders, please distribute these to the kids.”
“Yes.”
“One for each! If anyone gets caught hoarding, they’ll lose a hand!”
The elders shook their heads but approached the bundle and took the pills inside. Then they began to distribute one pill to each disciple.
"…What?"
“What are they giving out?”
Those who had been standing at the back and looking puzzled, began to hesitantly rush towards the front.
It was clear something was happening, but with so many people, it was hard to figure out exactly what.
'What?'
A disciple from Beast Palace watched an elder of Beast Palace approaching him and tilted his head in curiosity.
'It doesn't seem like a big deal?'
If it were something significant, they wouldn’t be giving it to Beast Palace and Ice Palace, right?
Even before discussing the discrimination between Jungwon and Outer Palace, Beast Palace and Ice Palace have no right of being included in Heavenly Comrade Alliance's rewards for contribution. So, it's best not to have high expectations in the first place...
“Take this.”
"What…."
The elder, who had approached him, placed a pill in his outstretched hand without a word.
“What is this….”
The Beast Palace warrior looked at the slightly purple pill and was about to tilt his head in confusion when he flinched as if struck by lightning.
The delicate and indescribable fragrance that reached his nose explained more clearly than any words what this was.
“E- El… Elixir?”
The moment he confirmed the splendid purple-colored pill with his own eyes once more, his hands began to tremble. Afraid that his trembling might cause him to drop the precious pill, he quickly cupped it with both hands and looked around in shock.
“Oh- oh my mom! What is this?”
“Elixir?”
“Why, why is he giving us this all of a sudden? No, but before that, does it make sense to have this many Elixirs? Is this a scam?”
Others' reactions were similar.
What kind of thing elixirs are in the first place? It’s something that only a very small amount is made within a single sect, and only the key figures who lead the sect or those who are acknowledged by everyone as having made great contributions get to see it.
Of course, those who saved the country in their previous life may find and eat elixirs like the human-shaped knotweed (인형하수오(人形何首烏)) or century-old ginseng (백년설삼(百年雪蔘)) while climbing a mountain, but such occurrences are so rare they’re considered a once-in-a-decade event.
Isn't it a well-known fact that even in the sect said to be the wealthiest in the world, Shaolin, there are more than a hundred thousand people who have never seen the Great Rejuvenation Pill or even the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill in their entire lives?
But is it really possible to hand out such a thing as if they were dog treats?
Fortunately, there was someone present who could answer their questions.
Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to Tang Pae Sogaju of Sichuan Tang Family. He was staring blankly at the elixir. After losing his mind for a moment, he soon brought the elixir close to his nose and sniffed. Then he muttered.
“...It’s real. And it’s top quality.”
A deathly silence fell over the crowd.
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