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They needed to find accommodations nearby to care for the severely injured members of Namgung Family, and the village they built in Kugang was perfect to accommodate Mount Hua and Tang Family.

“Still, I think it’s too close to Ten Great Sects. Wouldn’t that be uncomfortable?”

“If anyone’s going to be uncomfortable, it’s those guys standing there looking like they’ve broken their legs. Why should we be uncomfortable?”

“That’s true.”

Thus, Mount Hua settled in the manor previously used by Nokrim.

After tending to the injured without even having time to unpack, by dusk, they had managed to stabilize the situation somewhat.

Of course, that referred to the injured.

Not Mount Hua.

“The more I think about it, the angrier I get, that crazy octopus-headed guy!”

Chung Myung’s eyes are gleaming.

“What? Collusion? Colluuuuusion? That crazy monk just spouts nonsense! I’ll shove a wooden stick in his mouth! Who is he framing us!”

“Kuhum, Chung Myung-ah.”

“What!”

Baek Cheon cleared his throat softly. He understood the anger, but as a Sasuk, he felt it was too harsh to talk about Shaolin’s Bangjang in such a way.

“You’re being too harsh on the elder of Kangho.”

“Has Sasuk gone mad?”

“That’s not it… but, he could be sick. Maybe he’s got dementia.”

“….”

Jo-Gol asked Yoon Jong next to him in confusion.

“Sahyung. Can martial artists get dementia?”

“I thought they couldn’t.”

“But?”

“After seeing what happened today, I thought it might just be possible.”

“Ah….”

It was an ordinary conversation that any disciple of Mount Hua would be familiar with.

There was just one minor problem: there was now a shiny, bald head in front of them.

Hye Yeon, who couldn’t bring himself to join in on this conversation, just sweat profusely.

As he nervously shifted his gaze, the sparks inevitably flew his way.

“Hey. What do you think? Fake monk.”

“A- Amitabha Buddha…. W- What do you mean?”

“It looks like Bangjang has gone crazy. What do you think?”

Hye Yeon closed his eyes tightly.

Since he was a person with eyes, he could not help but witness everything that happened between Mount Hua and Shaolin. When Bop Jeong accused them of colluding with Evil Sects, didn’t he almost put double insults at Bangjang’s face without even realizing it?

If that had actually happened, it would have been a moment of great dishonor that would forever remain in the history of Shaolin.

“Ah, what do I think.”

Hye Yeon was overcome with agony. Even though he could no longer be considered part of Shaolin, Bop Jeong is like a parent to him. Isn’t it impossible to badmouth him in front of others!

Of course, Chung Myung did not give Hye Yeon’s situation the slightest consideration. Instead of thinking, I tilted her head crookedly and pushed my face in front of Hye Yeon.

“Are you deaf? Since your head is so shiny, has your eardrum become shiny too?”

Jo-Gol whispered to Yoon Jong again.

“Sahyung. Shouldn’t the hearing get better if your eardrums are shiny?”

“…I’m not a physician, so I don’t know that much…”

Hye Yeon glanced at the two and bit his lips.

Those bastards are even more hateful.

“Why can’t you answer?”

At that time, Baek Cheon, who was silently watching Chung Myung, narrowed his eyes.

“Chung Myung.”

“Ah, what now!”

“Monk Hye Yeon is having a hard time answering. Stop asking.”

Chung Myung frowned. But before he could curse, Baek Cheon spoke calmly.

“People are like that. Even though he’s physically with Mount Hua, his heart is still with Shaolin. How can we stop that? Understanding even that is what makes a true friend.”

“Oh, is that so? Do you still like Shaolin better?”

Hye Yeon changed his mind.

Baek Cheon, that bast…. No, he hates Baek Cheon Siju more.

“Hiyaa. I’ve been raising a tiger cub. So, you’re saying you’d still side with those who accuse us of colluding with Evil Sects? Are you a spy who dug into Mount Hua instructed by Bop Jeong?”

“Hm?”

“Uh?”

“Hmmmm?”

Five Swords’ eyes all focused on one place. Hye Yeon, who had been blinking his eyes, jumped up startled.

“A spy! How could a Buddhist do such a thing?”

“Why not, this punk! Your Bangjang looked like he’d sell his own country for the right price! Even when you see him like that, those words still come out of your mouth? Are you saying people of Shaolin are born with a conscience?”

“Tha- That’s….”

Cold sweat trickled down Hye Yeon’s head.

“So, did you see what your Bangjang did, or not?”

“I- I….”

“Yes, you are.”

“I- I didn’t see anything.”

“…..”

At that moment, everyone looked at Hye Yeon blankly. He clenched his eyes shut again.

“Really? You didn’t see?”

Chung Myung quickly got up from his seat, made a happy expression, and immediately hit Hye Yeon on the head.

“Kyargh!!”

“Grab him!”

“I knew it would be like this!”

Five Swords was frightened and held onto Chung Myung, who was charging toward Hye Yeon.

“Let go! Won’t you let go? That fake monk bastard is just! This is why you don’t raise black-haired beasts! What? You didn’t see? You bastard! Your eyes are useless anyway, won’t you let me pluck them out today?”

“Chung Myung! Calm down!”

“Man, you can’t beat people up like that!”

“That’s right, Chung Myung! I don’t know if it’s someone else, but Monk Hye Yeon is not a black-haired beast! He doesn’t even have hair.”

“….”

“….”

There was silence for a moment. Chung Myung, who was charging, and Five Swords, who was holding him, all looked back at him blankly.

“…What?”

“…Crazy guy.”

“Amazing.”

“Siju, that’s a bit….”

“Shut up, you son of a beast!”

Chung Myung overturned his eyes again and rushed at Hye Yeon.

This was no different from the daily life of Mount Hua, so no one was paying attention to the scene.

Except for one person.

“…..”

Namgung Dowi looked blankly at Chung Myung, who was biting Hye Yeon’s head with his teeth.

‘What?’

Is this person the same one I’ve been watching?

As he watched the scene intently, he happened to catch a disciple of Tang Family passing nearby.

“H- Hey, Sogaju-nim.”

“Yes?”

“…Is it always like this here?”

In response to his question, Tang Pae slightly raised his head and looked at Chung Myung and Five Swords. And he answered with a sad face.

“Well… you’ll get used to it soon enough.”

Then, he patted Namgung Dowi’s shoulder a couple of times as if he felt sorry for him and then went on his way.

Now Chung Myung was beating Hye Yeon down. Namgung Dowi’s eyes fluttered at the unbelievable sight.

‘Come to think of it….’

It seemed like this was indeed his typical behavior. Yes, like during Murim Competition. Murim Competition… Yes, that’s right, that Murim Competition.

‘But still!’

Wasn’t he the one who showed heroic action by defeating Black Dragon King on Plum Blossom Island yesterday? The sword he saw back then still sent shivers down Namgung Dowi’s spine.

And now, this person was…

“Die, die! You bat bastard!”

“I- I’m not a bat!”

“You’re not? With a bald head in a robe, where else would you find one? Either grow some hair or take off the robe! You have to do one or the other!”

“Tha- That’s….”

There he goes again.

Ah, just like that.

He knew in his head that they were the same person, but it felt like his heart couldn’t accept it.

“Ah, calm down, man! Why take out your anger on the monk about Shaolin… Oh?”

At that moment, Yoon Jong found Namgung Dowi standing blankly.

“Ah, hello?”

“…Yes. Good… evening, Dojang.”

Although Yoon Jong greeted him politely, Namgung Dowi’s expression as he received the greeting was lukewarm.

“What’s this? Isn’t that the injured person? Why are you crawling out again?”

As Chung Myung’s attention turned to him, Namgung Dowi quickly cleared his throat. Regardless of the strangeness of the person, there was something he needed to do.

“Dojang. I’ve come to formally express my gratitude again.”

Namgung Dowi took a deep bow.

Chung Myung, who was looking at this in confusion, turned his gaze to Baek Cheon and asked.

“Sasuk.”

“Hm?”

“Are the kids from prestigious sects like that? How many times have he repeated the greeting he just said?”

“…Why are you asking me that?”

“Well, you come from the deep-rooted Southern Edge Sect, right?” (“?? ??? ?? ?? ?? ?????.”)

“No, you bastard! I’m thoroughly a man of Mount Hua through and through!”

“Ah, this utterly disrespectful brat. Tsk, tsk. To think you betrayed your parents who gave you the good name Dongryong.”

“I don’t want to hear that from you!”

Ah, right.

Now that he thinks about it, that person is Mount Hua Righteous Sword who cleared the way against the pirates at the Yangtze River.

Back then… he was truly impressive and reliable.

‘No, but his name is Dongryong?’

There is no need for a person’s name to match their face, but at this level, isn’t the face and name so discordant that they are grabbing each other by the collar?

“Well. Whatever. Being polite isn’t a bad thing, I suppose.”

Chung Myung shook his head and spoke half-heartedly. Contrary to what she said, there was a blatant look in his eyes that asked, ‘What on earth are we supposed to do with this useless youngster?’ Enough to be clearly visible even from Namgung Dowi’s perspective.

“N- No.”

Namgung Dowi kept wiping the sweat that was beading up.

“I- I’m here to tell you that since we’ve become one family, I’m looking forward to your kind cooperation.”

Namgung Dowi bowed deeply again.

“I look forward to your guidance.”

He was convinced deep down.

‘Mount Hua has become much stronger.’

He knew very well what the original level of Mount Hua was. Just a few years ago, the sect that did not even have a name in Kangho was Mount Hua.

‘And even during Murim Competition, it was nothing more than a sect with a promising rising star.’

However, what they showed at the Yangtze River this time completely shattered Namgung Dowi’s thoughts. In just a few years, they have become equal to Namgung Family…. No, perhaps it has become a sect with a power that goes beyond that.

Although it makes no sense according to common sense, there is no way to deny what he saw with his own eyes.

‘In other words, it means that Mount Hua is the one in the world who knows best how to rebuild a sect.’

Therefore, no matter what, he had to stick close to them.

In order to completely rebuild the half-collapsed Namgung Family, they must learn from Mount Hua and Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword.

‘Chung Myung Dojang will definitely help. Certainly.’

Chung Myung fought with his life on the line to save people he barely knew. Considering that deep sympathies, he will never turn away from Namgung Family.

Namgung Dowi thought so.

The problem was…

“Sasuk.”

“What?”

“What is he saying?”

“He’s saying, ‘Now that I have joined Heavenly Comrade Alliance, please take good care of me.’”

“So, what does that mean?”

“He said in front of Shaolin’s Bangjang that they’re leaving Five Great Family and join Heavenly Comrade Alliance. Weren’t you listening?”

“Ah, that?”

Chung Myung nodded as if he finally understood.

“Yes! Exactly that.”

Namgung Dowi stared at Chung Myung with a bright face.

“So, from now on…”

“Hey.”

“…Yes?”

Namgung Dowi, who was about to lower his head again, hesitated for a moment and slightly raised his head.

And then he saw it.

Chung Myung, with his head tilted to the side, looks at him with a face that seems to have all the annoyances in the world crammed inside.

“Join?”

“…Yes. Join….”

“Who will accept it?”

“Huh?”

Chung Myung then cleaned out his ears and blew on his fingers.

“Not buying it.”

“Yes?”

“I’m not buying it.”

“…..”

Right, the problem… was that Chung Myung was even stranger than Namgung Dowi had thought.

Very unfortunately.