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Blood coated Chung Myung’s clothes, his hand gripped tightly to another’s. This wasn’t meant to happen. They were both the strongest, they were supposed to go on a trip after the war together. They were supposed to cut off that bastard Cheon Ma’s head off together. Weren’t they supposed to be together forever? Something hot and wet fell on his face. Using a blood covered finger (Tang Bo’s blood), he wiped his face. Water? Was it raining? He looked up at the sky. Unlike the devastating battlefield, the sky was extremely bright with little clouds. It wasn’t raining so why did his face feel wet. More heavy, wet drops fell on his face, blurring his vision. Oh, he was crying. When was the last time he cried? He couldn’t remember. That bastard, he’d promised that he’d always be with him. The leech was meant to be stuck with him like he said.
“Hyungnim, you can’t ever get rid of me you know? I’ll stick to you like a leech!”
At that time, Chung Myung just shook his fist angrily, before bonking him on the head.
“What are you saying you brat! You are spoiling my alcohol!”
If only he had made him promise then, that he’d truly be with him forever. If only if he was a little stronger, maybe Tang Bo would’ve survived. His one and only friend.
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Chung Myung woke up to a clear sky. Hah, how did he get here? Wasn’t he dead? If he had known that reincarnation was real, he would’ve joined the Shaolin sect! Thinking of the bald shiny heads, Chung Myung grimaced. On second thought, maybe not. Then he felt a hard impact. Who dares hit him?! Not once in his past life did anyone dare hit the Plum Blosson Saint, but now these bastards have grown cocky. Time to beat this brat up. Chung Myung clenched his fist and swung. Wait? This wasn’t right. His fist was too small? And his arms were so short! Aarrghhh these Gods! They should’ve at least given his old body back!! He was thwacked on the head again and again.
”Cho Sam! What are you doing being lazy again! The rest of us are all working and contributing but you? Ahh how is this fair!”
It was an ugly beggar who said this and the beggar was holding a stick. Wielding it like a sword, the beggar struck Chung Myung’s head again, while yelling insults profusely. After a while, he got tired of hitting Chung Myung’s head, so he threw away the stick and walked off.
”I better not see you lazing around again!”
Chung Myung clutched his beaten body and dragged himself under a tree. He spotted a beggar standing awkwardly. Perfect, he needed information. He couldn’t ask that bastard that beat him. One day he’ll get revenge. But now isn’t the time. Chung Myung slowly walked to the beggar and grabbed him.
”What happened to the Heavenly Demon? Do you know what happened to Mount Hua Sect?”
The beggar looked around nervously.
”Cho Sam! Have you lost your mind from sleeping too much?”
”Just answer me! It’s urgent!”
”Urm, fine. The heavenly demon was defeated a hundred years ago. And I don’t know any sects that are called the Mount Hua Sect.”
100 years has passed?! And how could the beggar not know what Mount Hua is? What happened when he was dead!
”Oh wait, isn’t the Mount Hua sect the sect that defeated the Heavenly demon? After most of the disciples died, the rest of the remaining demons attacked Mount Hua and now it is a falling sect.”
The sect was falling? This was all his fault. He should’ve been stronger! Then all the children who didn’t know the techniques, could’ve protected Mount Hua and kept its prestige. He need to see it for himself. He needed to see what those demons did to his beloved sect.
“Point me to Mount Hua!”
The beggar looked confused but pointed to the direction of Mount Hua anyway.
”What’s your name? I’ll repay you for this!”
”Gu Chil.”
Chung Myung started running towards that direction. The beggar was left dazed, wondering how ‘Cho Sam’ could repay him when he was just a beggar.
Whilst running, Chung Myung looked into the distance. How has Mount Hua changed? He vowed to help Mount Hua, and do what he couldn’t do in his past life.
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Somewhere far far away, in Sichuan, someone with chestnut hair and signature green eyes woke up.