Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1121

The handsome man, staggering from the poison, finally knelt on one knee. The bored looks on people’s faces changed. Now, they watched with cruel pleasure.

“Th-this…,”

The trembling man couldn’t lift his head and fell forward.

“Trash… like… you…,”

Plop.

The moment Baek Cheon, the last one standing, collapsed, a roar erupted. Cheers echoed across the dusty training ground. People jumped up and down, their faces red with excitement.

“We’ve defeated the wicked bastards!”

“We won!”

“Justice wins, you trash!”

Huashan disciples lay scattered on the ground. Jo Gul clenched his fists, dirt sticking to his bruised face. He muttered under his breath, ‘Justice? They call *this* justice?’

‘Justice is a bit much…,’

‘So, we’re the villains, you bastards!’

The fact that even some rotten bandits were among those shouting made them feel even more wronged.

‘This is too much.’

‘Is this really happening?’

But at that moment, the Tang family and the Namgung clan were hugging each other, their eyes glistening with tears.

“The moment to avenge this has finally come.”

“Sob. Brother Namgung. You’ve suffered so much.”

“When those bastards knocked us down last time and said, ‘Is that all there is to it?’ I wanted to bite my tongue and die…”

At those words, the Huashan disciples who were lying down exchanged glances.

‘Did they?’

“…I think I heard something like that.”

“Don’t even mention it. When I heard, ‘Oh, they’re a prestigious family, but they’re so feeble,’ I wanted to visit my ancestors’ graves and weep.”

The Huashan disciples flinched and looked at each other again.

‘Did they go that far?’

‘It was Senior Jo Gul. I heard it.’

‘That bastard, seriously…,’

Then, the Green Forest bandit, unable to join the hug, choked up and shouted.

“We even heard, ‘They’re supposed to be part of the Divine State Five Greats, but they’re not all the same!’”

“Wow, that’s harsh.”

“That was the worst. Our relationship with the Ten Thousand People Clan isn’t even good.”

The Huashan wicked lot, subtly turned their heads. Everyone clearly remembered hearing that…

‘Was it Uncle?’

‘It was Senior Baek Cheon.’

‘That guy is worse than Jo Gul when he’s drunk.’

Of course, Baek Cheon wasn’t the only one who got drunk. If only one or two people had done such things, it would have been obvious, but the fact that they hadn’t known until now meant that everyone had been doing similar things.

“Justice wins, you trash!”

“How about that! Now you know our resentment!”

“Haha!”

Watching the Three Factions Alliance revel in their victory, the Huashan disciples gritted their teeth. Jo Gul, unable to bear the situation, glared and lifted his head.

“You… you dirty bastards… Don’t you have any pride? A joint attack!”

“Heh heh heh. That’s understandable, Disciple Jo Gul.”

Lim Sobyeong fanned himself with his fan. Of course, with one eye bruised purple, he didn’t look very impressive.

“I didn’t expect Disciple Jo Gul to understand strategy in the first place. Heh heh heh. What can you do? We live in different worlds.”

“Kuh…,”

Jo Gul, bursting with frustration, spat out blood and collapsed.

The cheers of those who had completely crushed the Huashan lot for the first time echoed through the training ground for a long time.

“Heh heh heh.”

“…”

“Brother. Did you see that bastard Jo Gul’s face… no, that man’s face?”

“…”

“It feels like years of frustration are finally gone! Ah, I feel full even without eating today.”

“Are you that happy?”

“I know what you’re going to say, Brother.”

Dang Jan placed his hands on his waist and made a solemn expression.

“Are you really this happy about three groups ganging up on one and *barely* winning?”

“…”

“You’re going to say that, right?”

“Haha.”

Dang Pae laughed and shook his head. Dang Jan said with a face that couldn’t hide his smile.

“I know it’s shameful, but I’m just going to be openly happy today. Don’t stop me.”

“I won’t stop you, so be happy enough.”

Dang Pae chuckled. But Dang Jan soon awkwardly plopped down on a chair.

“Actually, I want to be happy all day, but I don’t have the strength left…”

Dang Jan slumped back in his chair. His shoulders sagged, and his breathing was shallow. Sweat still trickled down his forehead, even though the fight was over.

“…I thought I wouldn’t be tired at all if we won… but winning means fighting until the very end. It would be less draining if I collapsed early.”

“That’s how it is.”

“The Huashan lot… they’re really something. How do they do this every time…?”

Dang Jan didn’t finish his sentence and just trailed off. Dang Pae turned his head and looked at him. He was already asleep, as if he had fainted.

“…It must have been hard.”

In fact, his body had already reached its limit a long time ago. Fighting is different from training. Your energy disappears quickly in a real fight, like magic.

This wasn’t just normal practice. It was a confusing fight, day and night. It was hard to tell friend from enemy. So, it’s no surprise they were exhausted.

‘Is training this intense too?’

If so, how difficult must it have been for those who fought against the Demonic Sect, repeating battles for dozens of days without even getting proper sleep?

At that time, the ancestors of the Tang family must have also fought their best in that battlefield. Were *we* truly honoring *our ancestors’* hard work?

‘Maybe we haven’t paid enough attention to the past.’

It is said that when intoxicated with brilliant glory, the blood shed to achieve that glory is buried, and that is exactly right. What they should have truly paid attention to was not the achievements of those who defeated the Demonic Sect, but the sacrifices of those who fought.

Dang Pae, who was thinking that he should review the records of a hundred years ago that remain in the family when he returns to the family, also fell asleep before he knew it.

In the room where the two were asleep, only the lamp was burning quietly.

Humans sometimes have experiences that transcend their limits.

The driving force that allowed those who were already physically broken to endure until now was only one thing: the will to punch those hateful and dirty Huashan bastards in the face.

That intense will burned their minds and moved their bodies.

Of course, that will be a valuable experience for those who stained this training ground with blood and screams. Some will have found a way to reach a higher level in the process, and some will have fallen into deep contemplation about whether the path they are walking is the right one.

Even those who have not achieved such development, the experience of fighting and fighting to the limit will surely be helpful. Perhaps, when standing on the edge of a cliff in the future, they may be able to survive thanks to this experience.

Yes, it will definitely be helpful.

“Ugh…”

“I feel like I’m going to die…”

“P-please, kill me…”

They didn’t care about the future, only about now. They had pushed themselves too hard, like candles burning too fast. Now, they were like candles that had burned down to smelly pools of melted wax. No, it was worse than that. Their bodies felt half-broken. Every tiny move sent burning pain through them.

Their lips were cracked and dry, their eyes hollow. A quick look would make you think, ‘Are they beggars from the streets?’ They were swaying, barely able to keep their balance.

“…I think I’m going to die, Young Lord.”

“…This feels even harder than the Plum Blossom Island training.”

“Isn’t that a bit of an exaggeration?”

“No. I really think it might be….”

Even the Namgung Clan, who had trained hard at Plum Blossom Island, were struggling. Before, danger kept them going. Now, they had nothing to help them. They had to use only willpower to keep going.

The Sichuan Tang Clan and the Namgung Clan were trying to stand. They were doing a little better.

The Green Forest bandits didn’t care about what others thought. They just plopped down in the training grounds, groaning and wailing.

“Ouch… My back….”

“Hey, brother. Isn’t lying down a bit much?”

“You try lying down. It’s comfortable.”

“…Should I?”

“Look at the boss over there. He’s already lying down.”

“…He really is.”

Im So-byeong had also dropped his fan and was half-lying down. His face was pale, almost like a dead man.

“What riches and glory was I hoping to gain….”

“Green Forest King, be careful what you say. You might die soon.”

“Kkeueu….”

Im So-byeong was in a terrible state. He had wanted to beat Mount Hua so much that he forgot he was ill. This was his sad end.

The Tang Clan and Namgung Clan would normally have been annoyed at the Green Forest bandits. Now, they were jealous.

‘That looks comfortable.’

‘I want to lie down too.’

‘The Demonic Sect is better. Why was I born into the Tang Clan?’

The Tang and Namgung Clans learned something again. You can only worry about pride when you have some energy left.

Just then, a group came closer.

“Ouch, I’m so stiff.”

“The places I got hit yesterday are so sore.”

“We have to get revenge today!”

“We can lose once. But not twice!”

It was the disciples of Mount Hua entering the training grounds. Namgung Do-wi and Tang Pae were shocked.

‘What?’

‘Why are they so energetic?’

It didn’t make sense. They had beaten those guys from Mount Hua yesterday, right? So why were the winners about to die, and the losers full of energy?

They had trained together, they had fought together.

“Alright, today… Huh?”

Baek Cheon was about to shout loudly, but he stopped and tilted his head.

“Why are these folks in such a state?”

“…….”

“Did you perhaps have another fight amongst yourselves yesterday?”

Namgung Do-wi sighed.

‘Are they even human?’

This wasn’t just about being tough or experienced. It was like they were a different species.

“…They look like they’re going to die even if we don’t hit them?”

“Hmm… Does it look that way?”

“Should we just go back today?”

“Yoon Jong-ah.”

“Yes?”

Baek Cheon looked stern.

“I am disappointed in you.”

“…Why is that?”

“Even if they are tired, they are important members of famous families! Don’t you know that being nice to them is rude?”

“Ah….”

“Now is the time to beat them up as much as possible… No, to face them with respect!”

Baek Cheon Do-jang… I don’t want that kind of respect.

“But, Martial Uncle, we are the Righteous Sect, though….”

“Huh? We are?”

“…Yes?”

“Yesterday, those folks called us evil villains, didn’t they?”

“…….”

Baek Cheon grinned as he walked toward the dying men.

“If we’re being treated like villains, shouldn’t we act like proper villains? Don’t you think?”

“Hee hee hee. That’s right.”

“Let’s kill them.”

“Jo Gul, come here. I’m telling you nicely. Come here. If you don’t, I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you if you come, and I’ll kill you if you don’t.”

Yoon Jong shook his head as he watched Baek Cheon, Jo Gul, Yoo Iseol, and Tang Soso sneak forward.

‘This is just being a real villain!’

“A bloody revenge!”

“Revenge!”

Baek Cheon rolled his eyes back and charged forward. Then, someone kicked him in the backside.

“Get a grip, you idiot!”

“Aaaack!”

Cheong Myeong clicked his tongue as he watched Baek Cheon fall.

“And I’m trusting this guy with….”

“Cheong Myeong-ah, I’m your Martial Uncle….”

“I’m doing this because you’re my Martial Uncle! Get a grip!”

“There’s definitely some truth to that.”

Baek Cheon nodded and got up. Cheong Myeong clicked his tongue again and looked at the Namgung, Tang Clan, and Green Forest bandits. They were barely alive, like corpses. The important members looked a little better, but the rest were about to pass out.

Cheong Myeong shrugged.

“I’d like to push them harder… Well, we’ll have to see.”

“…Are you saying we’re resting today?”

“Rest?”

Cheong Myeong’s eyes widened.

“Does that word even exist?”

“…You….”

“Instead of fighting, we’ll do something else today.”

“Yes? What….”

“Let’s greet our guests first.”

Namgung Do-wi tilted his head. Just then, Cheong Myeong looked to one side and said,

“They’re coming over there.”