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UNSPOKEN EULOGY
Contains spoilers from chapter 1882
‘If the day comes when Ryeonju is rejected by everything. And struggles in the most desperate place. I will surely be the last person standing by your side.’
The image of that man carrying a bunch of scrolls looked so vividly clear, his tired eyes finally managed to relax after a long time.
❙❘ 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 ― the moment he saw that tiny child, chung mun knew that fate has brought him a blessing. “You will be called Myung from now on.” and that was how the plum blossom sword saint was born.
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May the Winds Carry my Earnest Pleas
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A quiet whimper escaped his lips, clutching his small hands on his sahyung's robes and burying his face in the older disciple’s chest. “Please don't leave me…Myung is sorry, Myung won't cause trouble again. So please…please…please don't leave Myung alone…” He felt a large hand on his back, gently petting him, easing his shaking shoulders. Followed by a hum, mild and mellow, the same tune that lulls him to sleep. It was warm and cozy, it was safe and comfortable. But for some reason, his tears won't stop flowing. Shouldn't he be happy? Why does it hurt even more? It hurts. Yet he refused to believe…that this is a mere illusion, that this is nothing but a faint memory that's about to disappear.
“Sahyung…”
“Hm?”
“Will you forgive Myung?”
“For what?”
“For everything…”
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Both Died But Only One Stopped Breathing
“CHUNG MYUNG!” Baek Cheon rushed towards the pile of bodies, trudging through the blood and flesh, he knelt beside the very hero himself and pulled him into his arms. “Myung! Chung Myung-ah! Wake up, don't you dare close those eyes on me! Myung-ah!” His voice cracked, his heart racing, and his eyes wavered and filled with panic and dread. His precious sajil, the supposed hero of kangho, laid limp in his arms soaked in blood and missing an arm. Baek Cheon’s face distorted in grief and pain, seeing his sajil in such a state breaks his heart. It wasn't supposed to end this way, he shouldn't have let this lad shoulder all responsibilities. He was the daesahyung but he felt useless. It should've been him, he should be the one laying here dying, not Myung, not his sajil, no, not him. Please, not him…
From Sword Saint to Poison Prince
Chapter 2
“Pleeeease…”
“Hmmmm…”
The Tang Patriarch’s brows were knitted for almost half an incense stick now, unable to relax from his youngest son's expectant and pleading eyes. The child has been like this since morning, asking for something impossible given his young age. Poison? New weapons? It's not difficult for Tang Gunak to provide, heck he'd even fetch them himself regardless of his status. But to allow his twelve-year old kid to travel to Mount Hua alone, which is all the way to Shaanxi, he'd rather eat poison frogs than say yes.
“No.”
“Darn it.”
“Language!”
“Tch.”
A Bloom Beneath the Blade
(Xianxia AU : Chung Myung x friend's OC)
Act 1
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Exhaling and concluding his meditation, he slowly opened his eyes to see the sword’s new form. Jumping to his feet, he approached it with eyes glinting in excitement. He knew his memory sucks but he was certain it didn't look like this before. Clank, clank. He tried flicking it, making sure it won't harm him before fully touching it with his hand. Without receiving a hostile response, Chung Myung grabbed the hilt and tried to pry it off the rock but it was unmovable. He groaned, he grunted but it won't budge. “Huh???” Him, Chung Myung, can't pull a sword off a stone? His pride as one of the Greatest Swordsmen in history won't let him rest in peace. With his patience running thin, he gritted his teeth and infused his feet with qi, kicking the rock and blowing it up into smithereens. The sword flew up and landed in his hand gaining a victorious grin from this mad dog.
Sword Of Hwasan
But what about now? Jangmun sahyung isn't here…so are Chung Jin and Tang Bo. If they were here, I would probably remain as the crazy guy who never matures despite growing old in age. Fate has left me with these children who gaze at my back, waiting to be led down a path, waiting to be taught and guided through the ways of the world. Knowing that, shouldn't I straighten my shoulders even though they're not fully grown yet? Shouldn't I, of all people, keep my back sturdy despite my immaturity? And maybe someday, as I continue to pretend like an adult, I will actually grow up.
CRIMSON TAO
Chung Myung didn’t turn. His gaze was fixed on the figure standing opposite from him who was grinning and mumbling shit he doesn't give a damn about. He had lived in peace for years and now these vermin decided to strike and what? Claim him as their own? What a load of crap. “They don’t want me,” Chung Myung muttered. “They want what’s inside me.”
From Sword Saint to Poison Prince
Chapter 3
(Status: Completed)
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“Yah.”
“...”
“I'm talking to you.”
“...”
“Dongryong.”
“Keuk…” Jin Dongryong flinched when he heard his name coming from that devil's mouth. He couldn't help it seeing their current situation. Knowing that he's older and more mature, he could've prevented this but unfortunately, it was impossible. No, it would've been possible if not for this kid's interference, he grimaced, clenching his fists which were bound by ropes. With clothes covered in dirt and face bruised and swollen, he's too pathetic to look at that even a beggar would toss him a coin out of pity.
