Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 122

Wi Sohaeng looked around, his face a little sad.

‘So, these are the famous Mount Hua disciples.’

Wi Sohaeng was from a branch family. In these families, people often think of themselves as being in the same generation as the main family members who are born around the same year. So, he was about the same age as the third-generation disciples of Mount Hua.

Before coming here, he didn’t think the main disciples would be anything special. But now, seeing them together, he knew he was wrong.

‘They are all sharp, like blades.’

Now he understood why his father respected Mount Hua so much. They were all about the same age, but Wi Sohaeng was clearly different. Every movement showed they were well-trained, and even their eyes seemed calm and wise, like they followed a special path.

Even when they were eating.

It was amazing to see such discipline while eating. ‘This is why everyone respects famous clans,’ he thought.

Chop chop chop chop!

Wi Sohaeng looked to his side.

While everyone else ate politely, one person in the corner was eating very quickly and greedily.

‘I don’t understand it.’

A chicken leg disappeared into the person’s mouth right away. The bone was spat out just as fast, and it was so clean that you couldn’t even tell how it had been cooked.

‘Is he controlled by a hungry ghost?’

What was even stranger was that no one told the person to be quiet or eat properly. Everyone acted like the food-inhaling person didn’t exist.

‘Is that really the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua?’

Wi Sohaeng stared at Chung Myung, not believing it.

Of course, he looked fine. If you only looked at his face, he seemed perfect for the title of Divine Dragon of Mount Hua.

But his good looks were only on the surface.

There was not a trace of the majesty you’d expect from the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua, the best of the younger generation, in Chung Myung’s way of acting.

‘Did the rumors get it wrong?’

That couldn’t be.

Usually, rumors make things sound bigger than they are. But this time, Wi Sohaeng thought the rumors about Chung Myung must be true. If they weren’t true, the Jongnam sect would have said something to correct them. Their silence meant the rumors were likely real.

‘So that means that person beat up all of Jongnam’s second-generation disciples.’

Wi Sohaeng scratched his head hard.

Of course, people have different personalities, but shouldn’t a master have some dignity?

But he couldn’t see any dignity in Chung Myung. If you took away his Mount Hua robes, he would look like a thug from the back streets.

‘Is it really okay to take that person with me?’

Just then, the door opened, and Yoon Jong came in.

Wi Sohaeng watched Yoon Jong enter and sighed quietly.

‘I wish that person was the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua.’

Then he would be happy!

Yoon Jong had everything Wi Sohaeng expected from the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua: a refined way of acting, disciplined behavior, and a calm expression.

Wasn’t that the perfect picture of a master?

But why wasn’t he the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua, and instead that… that *thing*?

Yoon Jong came over to Chung Myung, his eyebrows furrowed. “Slow down, you’ll choke! You’ll get a stomach ache eating like that.”

Chung Myung mumbled through a mouthful of chicken, “Haven’t… eaten properly… months.”

Yoon Jong blinked. “You haven’t eaten for three months? Seriously?”

Chung Myung finally swallowed, then grabbed a water bottle and drank half of it in one go. He slammed the bottle on the table, a satisfied thump echoing in the hall, and patted his stomach. “Mystic rice! Three months of mystic rice! I swear, I can smell mystic rice even when I’m dreaming. Seclusion? More like torture!”

Yoon Jong just stared.

Chung Myung leaned back, sighing dramatically. “Meat! A man needs meat! How do those Shaolin monks survive on grass and leaves? Madness, I tell you!”

We also lived on just grass two years ago, you idiot.

Come to think of it, Chung Myung was the one who made it possible for them to eat meat again. Before he came, they had only eaten simple vegetarian food.

“So, did you learn anything new?”

“Learn what?”

Chung Myung smirked.

He just needed a little time.

Chung Myung’s martial arts were a little different now. The foundation had changed, so the building on top of it had to be different too.

So, he just needed some time to figure things out without distractions.

“You’ve been training hard while I was gone, right?”

Yoon Jong looked around awkwardly.

The disciples were giving him unhappy looks.

‘We almost had a few more days of peace! Why did you have to drag him out!’

‘We lived like humans for three months! All the good times are gone, damn it!’

‘We should have blocked the entrance to the Plum Blossom Cave with something stronger!’

Yoon Jong sighed quietly.

“Everyone has been training hard.”

“Oh? Really?”

As Chung Myung started to get angry again, Yoon Jong quickly calmed him down.

“That’s not important right now, is it? The Hwayoung Gate problem is urgent.”

“Ah, that’s right! Those Wudang bastards!”

Chung Myung’s face twisted.

“We need to smash their heads in! When are we leaving, Senior Brother?”

“The sect leader said we leave tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow? That’s sooner than you said?”

“That means the situation at Hwayoung Gate is very urgent. If the Wudang people have already left, they’ll be there soon. If we’re too late, we’ll just be cleaning up the mess and coming back, right?”

“That’s right!”

“So, if you’re done eating, go pack your bags. We’ll leave as soon as possible.”

“Okay!”

As Chung Myung pushed back his seat and went outside, the third-generation disciples all sighed in relief.

“I thought I was going to die.”

“This isn’t living. Really.”

At that moment, the back door of the dining hall opened a little. Someone peeked inside and asked quietly.

“Is he gone?”

“Yes.”

“Haa…”

Baek Sang opened the door and came in. Behind him, the second-generation disciples crowded in with sad faces.

“We can’t even eat a meal in peace! A meal!”

“No! I thought he was in seclusion for a few more days! Why did he come out early!”

“Peace is over. I want to die.”

Wi Sohaeng, who had been watching all this, couldn’t understand what was happening. He was so curious he felt like he would explode.

‘What is going on?’

From what he could see, Chung Myung seemed to be the youngest, but the older disciples were worried about him, and even the grand-uncles seemed uncomfortable around him.

‘I heard that famous clans have a very clear order.’

Wi Sohaeng’s awkward gaze met Yoon Jong’s.

“Um… Yoon Jong.”

“Ah.”

Yoon Jong looked at Wi Sohaeng and scratched his head lightly.

“I don’t understand any of this…”

Yoon Jong looked at Wi Sohaeng strangely and said,

“Don’t try to understand it, Wi Sohaeng.”

“Yes?”

“You’ll understand soon enough, even if you don’t want to.”

An unknown worry filled Wi Sohaeng’s heart.

The next morning.

Wi Sohaeng waited in front of the sect leader’s house for the others who were going to Hwayoung Gate with him. Yoon Jong and Jo Gul were already there, carrying their bags and waiting.

“They should be here soon…”

“They’re coming over there.”

Wi Sohaeng looked where Yoon Jong was pointing.

“Ah…”

Wi Sohaeng exclaimed without thinking.

A man in pure white robes and a hero’s hat was walking towards them.

‘Amazing.’

That’s all he could think.

Wi Sohaeng had felt the aura of a master from Yoon Jong, but this person felt different. It was truly the aura of a hero.

Judging people by their looks was a bad habit, but anyone who saw this person would think the same thing.

Yoon Jong bowed to the man.

“Senior Brother Baek Cheon. Did you sleep well?”

‘Baek Cheon? So that’s?’

Hwajeong Sword Baek Cheon?

If the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua was the most mysterious person in Mount Hua, then Hwajeong Sword was the most famous. Everyone knew the story of how he led his fellow disciples into the world, defeated evil bandits, and saved many people.

People praised Hwajeong Sword’s character endlessly.

‘Truly the aura of a hero.’

Baek Cheon smiled gently as he approached, then frowned and said,

“How could I sleep well?”

Baek Cheon’s face twisted.

“Damn it. It’s bad enough that that bastard is back, but I have to go out into the world with him. What did I do to deserve this!”

“At least you can complain, Senior Brother. We’re stuck with him.”

“Ugh.”

Baek Cheon scratched his head hard.

“The sect leader is so heartless.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

The three of them sighed together.

“I’m Wi So… Ack! You scared me!”

Wi Sohaeng, about to speak, jumped back in surprise when he saw someone standing next to him.

‘When?’

He hadn’t even felt her presence. But Wi Sohaeng was the only one surprised; the others didn’t even react, as if it was normal.

A woman?

Wi Sohaeng looked at the woman’s face and gasped.

Beautiful.

Wi Sohaeng had never seen anyone so beautiful.

She stood with a cold face, as if covered in ice.

Normally, that cold expression would make her less beautiful, but for her, it seemed to make her even more beautiful.

“Junior Sister Yoo. Did you pack your bags?”

“Yes, Senior Brother.”

“You don’t need to go, Junior Sister.”

“I said I’m going.”

“Hmm.”

Baek Cheon started to say something, then closed his mouth and nodded.

Wi Sohaeng watched and realized something.

‘It’s not a very big sect, but everyone I meet is amazing.’

Everyone was unique.

But there was a reason he was only realizing it now. And that ‘reason’ was walking towards them.

“You’re out early?”

As Chung Myung waved his hand, everyone’s face except Yoo Iseol’s twisted slightly.

‘Why couldn’t he have slept in?’

‘He’s so annoyingly eager!’

Chung Myung looked at everyone and tilted his head.

“Senior Brother is going too?”

Baek Cheon replied awkwardly.

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, Senior Brother is one thing…”

Chung Myung frowned a little.

“Even you are going, Junior Sister?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Yes.”

Just as Chung Myung was about to say something, the door opened, and Hyun Jong came out.

“Has everyone gathered?”

“Yes.”

Hyun Jong came down and took Wi Sohaeng’s hands.

“Wi Sohaeng.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

“I know you must be worried. But these disciples are trustworthy, so they will help your sect.”

“Thank you, Sect Leader.”

Wi Sohaeng bowed sincerely. Even though Hwayoung Gate was a branch family of Mount Hua, he didn’t expect such full support. He was touched by their kindness.

“And… Baek Cheon.”

“Yes.”

“Lead the disciples well. I trust you.”

“Yes!”

“Yoo Iseol, Yoon Jong, and Jo Gul, help Baek Cheon.”

“Don’t worry, Sect Leader!”

“We will.”

“Yes.”

Finally, Hyun Jong looked at Chung Myung.

“Chung Myung.”

“Yes!”

“Please don’t cause any trouble.”