Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 131

Wi Lip-san’s eyes went very wide. “Uh… Uh-oh…” He said. “No, wait. That… Huh?”

He watched everything happen. But he could not understand what he was seeing.

‘Are they winning?’

No, even more than that. They are beating them easily.

The Mount Hua fighters were pushing back the Wudang fighters, who looked strong.

Wi Lip-san could not believe what he was seeing.

What was Wudang?

It was known as the best group in the Jianghu. There are many sword groups in the world. But everyone agrees Wudang is the best.

If any place was as good, it would be the Namgung Clan.

But the Mount Hua fighters were now pushing back the Wudang fighters.

“This can’t be happening?”

Hwayoung Mun was a smaller group that was part of Mount Hua.

Wi Lip-san was proud to be connected to Mount Hua. But being proud is different from reality, right?

Just because someone was proud of their father didn’t mean they would say their father was better than a grand general.

He liked Mount Hua, but he knew they were not strong anymore. Liking someone is different from thinking they are powerful.

That’s how Wi Lip-san felt about Mount Hua.

He knew it was a weak group, but he couldn’t leave Mount Hua.

And now, that weak group was fighting to protect him. And they were even winning.

Wi Lip-san raised his hand and held his chest.

He felt his heart beating fast.

“Ah, Father.”

“Yes.”

Wi So-haeng also looked at Wi Lip-san with worried eyes.

“They are strong.”

What else could he say?

He felt so many emotions…

Glug, glug, glug.

“……”

Wi Lip-san slowly turned his head.

He saw Chung Myung sitting on the ground, drinking from a bottle he had found.

“……”

“Kheu!”

Chung Myung saw him looking and tilted his head at Wi Lip-san.

“Want a drink?”

“……”

Mount Hua had changed.

The fighters had become very strong…

‘And they have a crazy man too.’

Mount Hua was never strong like this before. And they never had someone crazy like Chung Myung before either.

Wi Lip-san wondered if it was better to have neither or both.

Ah, no. This was not the time to think about that!

“The head student is drinking while his friends are fighting!”

“Yes, I am.”

“Oh, really?”

Well, I can’t do any- Ah, that’s not the point!

Chung Myung saw Wi Lip-san looking confused and smirked.

“After all we’ve done to get stronger, if we lose to them, it would be a joke.”

“Huh?”

Wi Lip-san asked, looking blank.

Chung Myung just smiled. And he kept watching the fighting.

‘Who else could have taught them like this?’

They had to be strong. Chung Myung had taught them himself.

Is that arrogant?

No way.

If you looked around the world, you might find a few people who could teach them as well as Chung Myung could. Chung Myung knew that.

But they would never teach their students the way Chung Myung did. Never!

Could you imagine the best fighters of a group kicking and yelling at their students, teaching them the basics?

That doesn’t happen anywhere in the world.

Even if someone wanted to do that, the leaders would stop them.

That makes sense.

A group’s strength depends on how many masters it has. But its fame depends on how strong its best fighter is.

Mount Hua was always weaker than Wudang. But as soon as Mount Hua had the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, they fought Wudang and laughed. That shows how important the best fighter is.

Usually, the best fighters in each group focus on making themselves stronger. They only teach a few students directly. They want to keep their special skills secret and strong.

But Chung Myung was different.

He knew more about fighting than the best fighters in each group. And he had more time than they did.

And most importantly…

‘It’s important for me to become stronger. But that’s not everything.’

He had already learned that.

He had tried to become stronger alone, but it led to a bad result. He still dreamed about his friends dying.

He would never let that happen again.

Not only that, but Mount Hua also had to become stronger.

So, when Chung Myung became the best at fighting, and his friends became even stronger, Mount Hua would start a new time that had never happened before.

Glug, glug, glug, glug.

“Kheu!”

Chung Myung finished the drink, wiped his mouth, and said.

“Sajo Jo Gul, three mistakes. No, four.”

He’s dead later.

Baek Cheon looked at Jo Gul. He had heard Chung Myung talking. Jo Gul must have heard it too.

Jo Gul’s face turned white as he held his sword.

‘I can’t make any mistakes.’

Baek Cheon looked forward. Jin Hyun was staring at him with a serious face.

Baek Cheon slowly spoke.

“What are you waiting for?”

“What do you mean?”

Baek Cheon said, “You don’t seem like someone who cares about looking good while your friends are losing.”

Jin Hyun understood Baek Cheon’s words and bit his lip.

Then he ordered.

“Help your friends!”

“Sahyung?”

“What are you all doing! Now, go!”

“Yes!”

The people guarding Jin Hyun ran to help their friends who were losing.

Baek Cheon looked back and smiled.

“It’s something I won’t forget. The Wudang fighters are working together to fight the Mount Hua fighters…”

“……”

Jin Hyun couldn’t say anything and bit his lip.

‘Damn it.’

Even if they won, it would not be something to be proud of. It would be embarrassing. If they didn’t have to win, he wouldn’t have done that, even if they lost.

“Isn’t it interesting?”

Jin Hyun sighed and closed his eyes before opening them.

Baek Cheon nodded. Jin Hyun was no longer angry or embarrassed.

‘Impressive.’

He was calmer than Baek Cheon. Baek Cheon still couldn’t control his feelings that well.

But that was all.

Then Jin Hyun spoke.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“Tell me… how did you get so strong?”

“It’s not a secret. We just trained really, really hard.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

Baek Cheon shrugged.

What could he do? They wouldn’t believe him even if he told them the truth. Of course, he didn’t say ‘to the point of death,’ ‘to the point of vomiting,’ and ‘to the point of shitting blood’ before he said ‘trained hard.’

‘You couldn’t do it even if I told you to.’

It was not easy to do.

It was only possible if someone made you train so hard that you wanted to die.

Baek Cheon remembered the training and shivered.

“Whatever. You are strong, that’s true. But one more thing.”

Jin Hyun looked angry. He couldn’t stand this one thing, even though he was calm.

“Why isn’t that man fighting? Does he think we are not good enough? Or is he trying to protect his reputation?”

Baek Cheon looked at Chung Myung and chuckled.

“You are wrong.”

“Wrong?”

“You are not good enough to make him fight. You have to be very strong to make him draw his sword.”

Jin Hyun looked angry.

“But don’t be too angry. Sometimes strange things happen in the world. Like a chicken with three legs, or a snake with two tails. And then there are monsters with three heads and six arms.”

“Three heads and six arms?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll fight you. The Hwajeong Sword is good against the Bujeol Sword, right? The Mount Hua Divine Dragon would be too strong.”

“Aren’t you that man’s martial uncle?”

“Strength is more important than titles.”

Baek Cheon used to care about those things.

But now, becoming stronger was much more important.

“I should start fighting soon. Or that martial nephew will get angry again. But before that, I want to promise something.”

Baek Cheon looked at Jin Hyun and said.

“If you lose this fight, leave Nanyang. And never hurt Hwayoung Mun again. If you have any honor.”

Jin Hyun said seriously.

“If we lose, I promise that will happen.”

“Then it’s settled.”

Swoosh.

Baek Cheon drew his sword.

Jin Hyun also slowly drew his sword.

They had said their names and a few words. They would now show who was stronger with their swords.

“Taaah!”

Jin Hyun ran towards Baek Cheon.

‘I can’t give him a chance.’

He had been watching the fight. Their swords were fast and amazing. If he let them attack first, he might lose, even if he was a better fighter.

But Baek Cheon was calm as he watched Jin Hyun run towards him.

‘I see it now.’

The Mount Hua students had been training with someone very strong.

– Your head is empty! Empty! Sahyung has died twelve times today! Huh? Do you like dying? Are you going to keep dying like that? Alright. Let’s die until you can’t die anymore today!

“Ugh.”

Baek Cheon remembered something he didn’t want to remember and held his sword tightly.

And he ran towards Jin Hyun!

‘Sword Dragon, right?’

One of the best young fighters in the world?

If there hadn’t been the Hwajong Assembly, Jin Geum-ryong of Jongnam might have been one of the Six Dragons. Jin Hyun and Jin Geum-ryong were as good as each other.

Baek Cheon’s eyes turned cold.

Jin Hyun’s sword had blue energy around it. It moved gracefully, like blue silk.

He had great inner strength.

And he was good with his sword.

He was a great fighter. That’s why people praised him.

But that was all.

Baek Cheon’s sword shook a little.

Throb.

Suddenly, a single red plum blossom seemed to burst into life at the tip of Baek Cheon’s sword.

‘I have made it bloom.’

He had worked hard and pushed himself. He had taken himself apart and put himself back together.

A plum blossom finally bloomed from Baek Cheon’s sword.

The plum blossom grew into many blossoms. The plum blossoms flew into the air and became a rain of petals.

“Ah……”

Jin Hyun’s eyes widened.

He swung his sword. Blue energy covered his body.

It was endless.

His sword energy kept coming, like it would never stop.

But he couldn’t block all the petals.

Swoosh.

A petal cut Jin Hyun’s side.

“Keuk!”

At the same time, the petals flew towards Jin Hyun.

“Ah……”

The red petals, sharp as razors, danced through the air and fell upon Jin Hyun like a rain of blood-red flowers.

Plop.

Baek Cheon watched Jin Hyun fall and put his sword away.

“It seems you are not good enough to be called Sword Dragon yet.”

It was a very mean thing to say.

And then, someone said from behind.

“Kheu, look at that swagger.”

“Ah, stop it!”

Damn martial nephew!