Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1463

We Are the Main Force? (3)

“Th-that is…”

People had been holding their breath, afraid to even peek outside despite the noise.

They had to accept this new world, a world that had changed overnight. The sky, once blessed by the Orthodox Sect, now felt tainted by the Demonic. Now, despite the danger, they all looked up.

Suddenly, red plum blossoms burst open in the blue sky. They were vibrant and beautiful, yet felt almost cruel against the dark times, a reminder of a peace that was now lost. They were gigantic, big enough for everyone in Chengdu to see clearly.

Only a few years ago, this sight would have been something to marvel at. But now, everyone in Chengdu knew, the whole world knew, what the red plum blossoms symbolized and who was making them bloom.

“Hwa, Hwasan is here!” someone shouted, the words cracking with disbelief and joy.

“The Hwasan Sect! It’s really them!” another voice echoed.

Then, the red plum blossoms scattered in the sky. Like fiery rain, they shot down towards Chengdu.

*Wham! Wham!* The sounds of explosions ripped through the air, like loud firecrackers celebrating a victory that hadn’t yet come. Smoke drifted, smelling of burnt powder. For a fleeting moment, hope surged through the people of Chengdu. Their eyes, used to darkness, widened with a sudden, fragile light.

But that hope quickly faded before the immense power of reality.

They knew that Chengdu was a city held captive by the Evil Sect Alliance, and the past could not be easily reclaimed. If Hwasan and the Heavenly Union had the power to easily defeat the Evil Sect Alliance, this place would never have fallen into their hands.

Nevertheless, the sight of the plum blossoms was significant.

“I, I must go out!” someone exclaimed.

“Hey, you! Where are you going! What will change just because Hwasan has come? You’ll only get your neck chopped off for nothing!” another person argued.

“Still, shouldn’t we see it with our own eyes!”

Someone shook off those who tried to stop him and violently threw open the door. Then, they saw a man falling from the sky.

“Ah…” the man murmured, as if groaning.

He wore black martial robes, and his long hair was tied high behind his head, secured with a green hair tie. The plum blossom insignia was engraved on his chest.

“Hwasan Sword… Hero,” the man said blankly.

Thud!

Chung Myung landed on the ground and slowly scanned his surroundings.

Only a short time had passed from the moment he floated up, bloomed the plum blossoms, and landed back on the ground, but the surrounding scenery had changed a lot in the meantime.

Those who had been suppressing their curiosity and holding their breath inside their homes, fearing the Evil Sect Alliance and the Myriad Man Manor, their cruel overlords, were now peeking out.

Through the cracks in the doors, or over the high walls, even if they couldn’t bring themselves to step out, their gazes were clearly directed at Chung Myung.

Eyes watched him from every crack and doorway. Chung Myung saw fear, yes, but also something else. A flicker of hope? Mostly, he felt the weight of their resentment, a silent accusation in their stares.

But Chung Myung did not avoid them. Instead, he opened his mouth resolutely, or at least he was about to, if someone hadn’t stepped in front of him and opened their mouth instead.

“…Clan Lord Tang?”

“Due to circumstances, we cannot take everyone with us right now.”

The moment Tang Gun-ak stepped forward, the gazes of the people changed subtly.

“But I swear in my name… No, in the name of the Heavenly Union, we will definitely return. At that time, we will atone for our mistakes. So!”

Tang Gun-ak clenched his fist tightly.

“Please, just bear with it and endure for a little while.”

He lowered his head. Shame burned in Tang Gun-ak’s chest. He, the Clan Lord, had failed to protect these people. It was an incongruous sight to see in the middle of Chengdu, where a battle had just taken place.

But a brief silence descended upon Chengdu.

“Clan Lord, I…”

As Chung Myung tried to step forward, Maeng So, who had arrived unnoticed, grabbed his shoulder and dissuaded him.

“Wait.”

The strength in Maeng So’s grip was considerable. He was sincerely trying to stop Chung Myung.

At that moment, Tang Gun-ak straightened his back and stared ahead. Taking in the sight of Chengdu one last time, he bit his lip briefly. It was just then, as he was about to say the word to move out.

“Let me go!”

Thud!

One of the closed doors was roughly opened, and a man ran out from inside.

“Didn’t I tell you it wouldn’t work!”

“Damn it! What do you mean it won’t work!”

The man shoved the door open and stormed towards Tang Gun-ak. He moved with a sudden fury. Everyone’s expression hardened at once. The momentum of the one running towards them was unusual.

Of course, Tang Gun-ak would not be harmed by an ordinary civilian, but if he were to be struck by resentment for this situation in front of so many people, wouldn’t his heart be in turmoil?

“Clan Lord Tang.”

In the moment that a flustered Maeng So tried to step forward, Tang Gun-ak raised his hand slightly without even turning his head. It was a sign to tell him not to step forward.

“Hoo!” the man said, his eyes slightly bloodshot.

Tang Gun-ak also met the man’s gaze with calm eyes.

“The situation has become like this…” Tang Gun-ak began, with embarrassment and apology.

But the man took something out of his arms and thrust it forward before he could even finish speaking: a jade Buddha statue. It was an object that looked precious and valuable at a glance.

Tang Gun-ak prided himself on his calm, but his eyebrows shot up in surprise. He blinked, momentarily speechless. Why was he suddenly offering a jade Buddha statue?

“This is…” Tang Gun-ak started.

“Take it,” the man urged, shaking the Buddha statue as if he was in a hurry.

“Sell it off and use it for military funds or whatever!”

“Ah, Father. That is our family heirloom!” a voice called from behind.

The man glared back and snapped, “You stupid fool! What about the heirloom? In just fifteen days, those Evil Sect bastards will take it all away anyway! If we’re going to lose it anyway, isn’t it better for these gentlemen to use it!”

“Th, that’s…”

The man, having silenced his son, looked straight at Tang Gun-ak again.

“It is a family heirloom. Please take it and use it. But instead!”

Earnestness dwelled in the man’s blazing eyes.

“Please come back. I will endure somehow.”

Tang Gun-ak’s lips trembled for a moment.

Even though his family had been burned down, even though countless members of his household had lost their lives, he had never shown a collapsing figure in front of people even once. But Tang Gun-ak’s composed face was now clearly shaking.

He spoke in a slightly suppressed voice.

“…I cannot accept it. It may bring harm, so please go back quickly.”

“…”

“Someone will speak,” Tang Gun-ak said, concerned that someone who had watched this scene might report it to the Evil Sect Alliance.

But the man frowned as if asking what he was talking about.

“Are you not the Clan Lord?”

A look of bewilderment crossed Tang Gun-ak’s face.

“Does the Clan Lord of the Sichuan Tang Clan not know Chengdu well?”

“…What…”

The man did not need to explain, because the meaning was soon revealed.

“Get out of the way!”

Another door opened, and an old man came running.

“Clan Lord! Here! This is the most precious thing in our family. Please take this!”

“…”

“Here, you must accept this too! And please come back. We will endure somehow!”

The doors that had been tightly closed opened one by one.

Those who had been hiding behind the doors and walls came running out on their own feet. What broke down the reality that had been blocking them was not the power of the Heavenly Union, but the will of those who lived in Chengdu.

An old woman, her hands trembling, offered a small, worn wooden doll. A young boy pushed forward a chipped ceramic piggy bank, its coins rattling softly.

“Clan Lord, it is here! Please!”

Someone grabbed Tang Gun-ak’s hand and shed tears. Someone else turned around as soon as they put down what they had brought, as if afraid of being seen. Still others could not bring themselves to come outside and threw things over the wall to deliver them.

The methods were all different, but what they wanted to convey was clear.

Tang Gun-ak bit his lip tightly and looked at the wealth piling up in front of him. Each and every one of them was precious treasure. The smallest and most precious things were gathered in abundance so that the few of them could take them.

He had not fulfilled his duty, so he was prepared to endure even if they spat and cursed at him.

The reason why the Sichuan Tang Clan had been the ruler of Chengdu for so long was because the people here had recognized and supported the Sichuan Tang Clan.

But he had failed to protect them, and even now, he was in a position where he had to leave, only leaving behind the words to just endure.

Even so, they did not curse Tang Gun-ak. They did not abandon him. They only showed their earnestness.

“You must come back, Clan Lord!”

“We will be waiting for the day the Tang Clan returns!”

“We will endure somehow. So please, be strong!”

Tang Gun-ak, who had opened his mouth as if to say something, eventually stopped again. He could not bring himself to say anything.

“Senior Brother!”

“I already brought it! Is it the right cart?”

“Load it up, quickly!”

“Yes, sir!”

The Five Swordsmen left the cart they were pulling and rushed to load the piled-up treasures onto the new cart.

“Th, you can’t load it like that! The goods will be damaged… Ugh! Get out of the way!”

The people of the Four Seas Commercial Group quickly got off where they were riding, pushed the Five Swordsmen away, and loaded the treasures with swift hands.

“What are you doing! Why aren’t you loading!”

“Me, me too?”

“Of course? Does the Palace Lord not have hands?”

“I, I am going now.”

Maeng So groaned and grabbed handfuls of treasures with his pot lid-like hands and loaded them.

In some ways, it was ridiculous, but no one who saw this scene laughed. The treasures that had been piled up were quickly organized and loaded onto the cart.

A loud voice was heard from somewhere.

“Clan Lord! You must come back!”

“Take care!”

“Please do not forget us, Clan Lord!”

Tang Gun-ak took in all the people who were peeking out through the small gaps. Tang Gun-ak, who had been standing there silently, looked back at Chung Myung for the last time. A slightly subdued voice leaked out.

“Chief.”

“Yes!”

Chung Myung stepped forward and shouted loudly.

“I will definitely come back, so please wait a little longer!”

There was no outpouring of loud cheers, but that was enough for now.

“Let’s go!”

At the same time as Chung Myung’s shout, several carts ran down the main street all at once. Those who had been dealing with the remnants of the shattered Evil Sect Alliance in the rear also quickly ran to join them.

“Clan Lord, I…”

“It’s alright,” Tang Gun-ak said, pulling the cart and stopping Hye-yeon, who was running towards him. He had to pull this cart himself. Even if he was the Clan Lord of the Tang Clan…

No, because he was the Clan Lord of the Tang Clan.

The cart, which had rushed out in an instant, reached the large gate of Chengdu. Everyone’s gaze turned back as if by agreement.

Those who confirmed that they would not forget these countless gazes that were pouring out looked ahead again.

“Let’s go.”

The cart went out of the gate and ran outside.

“Chung Myung-ah.”

“It’s okay.”

Chung Myung shook his head as if he knew Baek Cheon’s heart.

“Right now, any words are meaningless. We just need to prove it with actions, not words.”

“…Yes. You are right.”

Baek Cheon’s gaze turned to Chengdu once again. He engraved the solid gate in his eyes as if savoring it for a moment. In his heart, only one determination was now firm.

‘I will definitely return.’

And the Heavenly Union at that time would surely be different from the Heavenly Union of today.

Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]

Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]

Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2019 Native Language: Korean
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[English Translation] Chung Myung, the legendary Plum Blossom Swordmaster of Mount Hua, awakens after a hundred years of slumber only to find his once-mighty sect reduced to ruins. With unwavering determination, he disguises himself as a young disciple and embarks on a mission to restore Mount Hua to its former glory. From training new disciples to facing lifelong enemies, Chung Myung must revive the sect while uncovering dark conspiracies that threaten the martial world. "Return of Mount Hua Sect" is an epic tale of resurgence, sacrifice, and fierce battles that will shake the world!

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