Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 126

“Show me what you can do,” the young man said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Those simple words twisted Jin Hyun’s mood into a knot of fury.

It had to happen this way. In the world of Jianghu, where powerful martial arts clans like Wudang and Mount Hua held sway, respect and reputation were everything.

Ten Wudang disciples, including Jin Hyun, stood guard at the main gate of Hwayeong Hall. Only five disciples from Mount Hua faced them.

If Mount Hua had suggested a fair contest, one fighter from each side, that would have been acceptable. Wudang disciples were here to protect their own clan’s interests. Even if they lost, they had to show they would fight.

But this… this arrogant fool was talking about a real fight, not a friendly contest. He dared to suggest all ten Wudang disciples attack him at once. Him, alone.

“This…”

The number of opponents was twice as large.

Yet, to tell them to attack was nothing short of completely disregarding Wudang.

When in his life had Jin Hyun ever been so ignored?

“Infinite Life Buddha.”

It was hard to bear the anger that boiled inside him unless he chanted the Buddhist name. Jin Hyun, trying to calm his mind, glared at Baek Cheon, his anger still simmering.

“Is this what Mount Hua wants?”

That meant Baek Cheon, as the senior Mount Hua disciple, should speak. But he simply shrugged, disappointing Jin Hyun.

“If you take back what you’ve already said, the world will laugh at Mount Hua.”

“…”

“And.”

Baek Cheon smirked.

“Even if I wanted to turn back now, I don’t think the hall master would allow it.”

“You see correctly.”

Jin Hyun bit his lip.

He could accept any insult to himself. But now, Chung Myung was insulting Wudang, not him.

“You said three hours.”

Jin Hyun’s eyes blazed at Chung Myung, filled with fury.

“One day. I will give you exactly one day. Tomorrow at this time, we will strike Hwayeong Hall as you said. Since you proposed it first, know that you cannot be held responsible for any unfortunate events that occur according to the laws of the Jianghu.”

“Why drag it out until tomorrow? If you’re so upset, let’s have a go right now.”

Chung Myung flicked his fingers.

“Come on.”

“…”

Jin Hyun’s tightly clenched fist trembled. His breathing became rapid, and his face turned pale.

Yoon Jong shook his head as he watched.

‘At this rate, he’ll die from high blood pressure before the fight even starts.’

The disciples of Mount Hua all knew it. Those who didn’t know only admired Chung Myung’s martial arts, but Chung Myung’s martial arts were nothing compared to his talent for infuriating people.

During the short time he had spent with Chung Myung, Yoon Jong had thought more than a dozen times that he might die from getting angry. At this moment, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for Jin Hyun, transcending the walls of their sects.

‘Just don’t talk to him.’

The more you talk, the more pissed off you get.

But instead of rushing at Chung Myung, Jin Hyun made a polite gesture with his fist and palm.

The disciples of Mount Hua exclaimed in admiration at the sight.

‘As expected of Wudang.’

‘Wow, he’s holding back there. He’s holding back.’

‘He’s well-trained.’

They felt like applauding.

“Tomorrow. Tomorrow at this time.”

Gnashing!

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of grinding teeth was heard, sending a chill down their spines.

“I will see you again tomorrow at this time. Do not expect mercy from my hands then. You will know exactly why Mount Hua is Mount Hua, and why Wudang is Wudang!”

“Yes. Yes. I understand.”

“…”

Chung Myung turned around as if he had lost interest.

“He’s just saying a long way of saying he’s scared and running away. Should I go in and get some sleep?”

Yoon Jong opened his mouth.

‘That devilish bastard.’

Did he spend three months in seclusion researching how to properly scratch people’s nerves?

But Jin Hyun no longer showed the reaction they expected. It was said that when people got too angry, they became calm instead. He gave Chung Myung one cold glance and turned away.

“I will see you tomorrow.”

With those last words, he left Hwayeong Hall with resolute steps.

“Senior Brother!”

The Wudang disciples, who had been watching the situation, rushed to Jin Hyun’s side.

“Why are you just letting that arrogant bastard go! There’s no need to wait until tomorrow! We should correct his manners right now!”

“That’s right! I’ve never seen such a rude bastard in my life. We need to break one of his limbs to bring him to his senses! No, even then he won’t come to his senses!”

Jin Hyun stopped walking at his junior brothers’ outcry.

“…Now?”

“Yes, that’s right!”

Jin Hyun took a deep breath.

“Do you know why I said let’s meet tomorrow?”

“We don’t really…”

“Because if we start something now, I feel like I will draw blood.”

The junior brothers closed their mouths.

This wasn’t the first time they had ventured into the Jianghu. They had been there several times already, and each time they had experienced major and minor incidents. Was it possible that they had never harmed anyone?

Jin Hyun’s sword had already drawn blood many times.

There was no way he would be afraid of drawing blood. Jin Hyun’s words now meant that if a fight broke out, he would kill Chung Myung.

Jin Hyun turned his head slightly and looked towards Hwayeong Hall.

“They will soon realize what they have done. A day will be enough time to enjoy the fear of what is to come.”

“That’s right, Senior Brother.”

“Let’s go back.”

Jin Hyun headed to the Jongdo Hall without delay. His junior brothers followed him, and after a while, the bewildered Jongdo Hall master hurriedly took his steps.

“L, let’s go together!”

“He’s gone.”

“Yes. He’s gone.”

“He’s left.”

The remaining disciples of Mount Hua stared at the empty main gate with slightly bewildered faces.

But unlike them, Wi Lip-san was on the verge of fainting.

“W, wha… what on earth have you done…”

He had clearly called for help.

But could that ‘help’ have meant to beat up Wudang?

Even though Mount Hua was a prestigious clan and one of the Nine Great Sects in the past, they still had some level of friendship with Wudang. He had only meant for them to mediate well so that things wouldn’t go wrong based on that friendship…

Not knowing his feelings, Chung Myung smiled brightly and said.

“You can sleep soundly now.”

Sleep?

Sleep soundly?

“Gurgle.”

Plop!

In the end, Wi Lip-san foamed at the mouth and fell backward.

“Heok! Father!”

“Hall Master!”

Wi So-haeng and Yeom-pyeong were horrified and rushed to Wi Lip-san.

Chung Myung watched the scene quietly and clicked his tongue.

“I didn’t mean for him to collapse here. He’s a bit impatient.”

The disciples of Mount Hua all sighed.

“Heoooock!”

Wi Lip-san, who had 벌떡 gotten up from the bed, stared at the ceiling with wide eyes.

After being still like that for a while, Wi Lip-san wiped his forehead with a trembling hand.

‘It was a dream.’

Of course.

There’s no way such a ridiculous thing could happen in reality.

Wi Lip-san, who let out a sigh of relief, reached out and grabbed the kettle, then drank the water straight from it.

He felt a little calmer after drinking the cold water.

Bang!

At that moment, the door opened and Yeom-pyeong came in.

“Are you awake?”

“How long have I been lying down?”

“About two hours.”

“That long…”

He felt like his body was getting weaker and weaker. Well, he needed to rest to recover, but since he couldn’t rest, it was only natural.

“I need to get up. Wudang might come looking for us at any time.”

“Wudang said they would come tomorrow, didn’t they?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Did they come looking for me while I was lying down?”

Yeom-pyeong narrowed his brows and looked at Wi Lip-san.

“Did you perhaps have a dream?”

“Yes. I had a very strange dream. A man from Mount Hua came, and some crazy bastard started a fight with the disciples of Wudang and said he would bet the fate of Hwayeong Hall on it.”

“…”

“I was so dumbfounded… I thought I was going to faint even in my dream. Is it even possible for such a crazy bastard to come out of Mount Hua? He was even called the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua. Divine Dragon of Mount Hua. Hehehehe. My body must be very bad…”

Wi Lip-san quietly closed his mouth when he saw Yeom-pyeong’s face, which didn’t smile at all.

A moment of silence passed.

“No, right?”

“That’s right.”

“It doesn’t seem like it, does it?”

“It’s accurate.”

Wi Lip-san’s hand trembled.

“T, th-that’s reality?”

“Hall Master, calm down. The water has already been spilled. At this point, we should consider eloping.”

“E, eloping?”

“Isn’t it better than holding out and dying? Looking at the face of that 부절검, it seemed like he would kill anyone who caught his eye when he came back.”

“But isn’t he a Taoist?”

“Hall Master. Look at reality. If you put together all the people the Nine Great Sects have killed so far, it would be more than enough to fill the Yellow River. Do you really think there are only villains among them?”

Wi Lip-san couldn’t say anything and closed his mouth.

“You need to think carefully if you want to save your life. Now there’s only a day left… No, now there’s less than a day left.”

Wi Lip-san got up with a stiff face.

“Where are the disciples of Mount Hua now?”

“I guided them to the detached palace. They’re probably having a snack right now.”

“I see…”

Wi Lip-san accepted reality.

If that dream-like story was all true, then he really had to make a decision now.

‘If it were just me, it wouldn’t matter.’

But he had a wife and children, and disciples to protect. And above all…

‘At this rate, they will also suffer.’

They had come to help Hwayeong Hall, even though they had chosen a bad method due to their lack of experience. He couldn’t bear to see them fall to Wudang’s swords.

“Pyeong-ah.”

“Yes, Hall Master.”

“I think we should take down the signboard of Hwayeong Hall.”

“…”

“Even if it’s not Namyeong, if we can protect the name of Hwayeong Hall, wouldn’t that be enough?”

“Hall Master…”

Yeom-pyeong looked heartbroken, but Wi Lip-san seemed to feel a little more at ease now.

‘It was all greed.’

The desire not to leave the land where he lived. The desire not to be pushed out by Wudang’s affiliated clan. And even the desire to protect Hwayeong Hall.

In the end, it was all greed.

He felt at ease after letting go.

But things in the world never go as planned.

“That… It won’t work as you wish, Father.”

“Huh?”

Wi So-haeng walked into the room.

“What do you mean? What do you mean it won’t work as I wish?”

“Even if we try to give up now, the disciples of Mount Hua will not leave this place.”

“Why?”

“It’s a bit strange, but they don’t seem to think they will lose to Wudang at all.”

Wi Lip-san’s face went blank.

‘Are they really reckless fools?’

That couldn’t be.

Even if it was others, Hwajeong Sword Baek Cheon was a well-known figure in the Jianghu. Moreover, he was the senior disciple of the Baekja generation and someone who would one day become the leader of Mount Hua.

It didn’t make sense that such a person couldn’t grasp the situation calmly.

“I need to meet Hwajeong Sword.”

Wi So-haeng’s face became subtle.

“That’s good.”

“What?”

“They say to bring you over now that you’re awake anyway.”

“Is it Hwajeong Sword who speaks?”

“No.”

Wi So-haeng said with a reluctant face.

“It’s the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua.”

That damn Divine Dragon of Mount Hua.

“Divine Dragon, my foot. Even a earthworm is too good for him.”