Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1420

The Emei Sect.

“You evil demons of the Demonic Sect!”

“Don’t underestimate Emei!”

Nuns in grey robes, with cleanly shaven heads, held their sharp swords with fierce determination.

But the Demonic Sect, eager for blood, pounced like wolves.

A strange, ugly weapon from the Blood Palace, draped with a red cloth, shot from behind and pierced a nun’s body again and again.

“Aaaargh!”

“Master!”

“This, this wicked thing…”

Blood poured from her mouth. She tried to lift her sword. But then, the weapon inside her twisted. It tore her body apart.

Wham!

Another life ended in a spray of blood.

Hot tears burned Okdanghyang’s eyes. She was a disciple of Emei, and grief tore through her as she watched.

‘Master!’

The body of her lifelong mentor, Geumso, was ripped apart by the enemy’s blade.

‘Why…’

Why was this happening?

All they wanted was to live as devoted Buddhists in the mountains of Emei. Why must they suffer such a cruel attack?

She had never hated or hurt anyone. She had lived carefully, never even taking the life of a tiny insect.

That was the teaching of Buddha, the life a nun was meant to lead.

What were these beings who so easily took lives and mocked death? How would they ever bear the weight of so much bad karma?

“You villains!”

Boom!

With a loud roar, Gwanhae, the leader of the Emei Sect, struck the ground hard with her staff.

A terrifying force spread out. Everyone looked at Gwanhae.

Everyone looked at Gwanhae. Her face changed. It twisted into a fierce mask, like a scary statue.

The power coming from the old woman with many wrinkles was unbelievable. She cried out with a force that seemed to split the sky.

“Don’t you fear punishment from heaven!”

The Blood Palace and Hao Mun disciples, who had been attacking without fear, hesitated and looked at her.

The Red Scorpions, sensing the change, licked their lips at the sight of a strong enemy and began to close in.

Just then, a voice cut through the air.

“So, Reverend Mother Gwanhae herself has come forward.”

Thud. Thud.

A man slowly walked toward Gwanhae.

“What an honor.”

“Who are you?”

Gwanhae frowned slightly and asked coldly.

In the world of martial artists (Jianghu), age didn’t always show a person’s status, but this man seemed too young to stand against Gwanhae.

But the one who came forward was very calm.

“I don’t think you’d know even if I told you.”

“You are not Jang Il-so! Bring Jang Il-so here, now! I will make him pay for this slaughter!”

At Gwanhae’s words, the young man smirked.

“Jang Il-so…”

The man’s dark eyes flashed blue.

“Looks like you’ve been in the mountains too long. You don’t know what’s going on. Now, even you are not worthy enough to face the Lord, you see.”

“How dare you!”

“I am enough to face Reverend Mother Gwanhae, the leader of the Emei Sect.”

Gwanhae, about to warn him again, stopped. She felt that the energy coming from this pale young man was strange.

His face was young, but the energy he gave off was not from a young person. Anger crossed Gwanhae’s face.

“…You! You are Thousand-Faced!”

“Hoh.”

Then, a strange smile appeared on the lips of the Thousand-Faced Investigator, who looked like a young man.

“For the great Reverend Mother Gwanhae to know my name, I am very moved…”

“You!”

Wham!

Gwanhae struck the floor again with her staff, as if to stop evil.

“What are you trying to do! Why are you doing this! What do you gain from this! Fleeting lives, how will you bear so much sin…”

“Ah.”

The Thousand-Faced Investigator waved his hand, as if bored.

“There are only dirty bastards on this side, so let’s stop with the useless nonsense, okay?”

“You…”

“But one thing bothers me. You asked what we would gain?”

A chilling chuckle came from his lips, which didn’t fit his young face.

“Until now, the world of martial artists (Jianghu) has been enjoyable for you. Because no one dares to want what you have.”

“…”

“But all we get are the crumbs you drop. You call it peace when the world is like this.”

“So you would shed so much innocent blood!”

The Thousand-Faced Investigator shook his head.

“Reverend Mother. You have enjoyed enough, so you fear the afterlife and hell, but those things are not important to us. What matters is what we can gain right now.”

The Thousand-Faced Investigator’s hands slowly lowered.

“Anyway, let’s end the talk here. The person behind me is not as patient as he seems. If I wait any longer, I might lose my head.”

Gwanhae’s hand, holding her staff, trembled.

She didn’t fear the Thousand-Faced Investigator. She could handle him easily enough.

But the many evil figures of the Demonic Sect behind him were more than the Emei disciples could handle.

How could they cope when they faced so many evil enemies without warning?

“What have we ever done to you…”

“Let’s stop with the sad words.”

The Thousand-Faced Investigator walked toward Gwanhae slowly.

“We have been holding back and suffering because you were stronger. Now that we are stronger, you will die. Isn’t that enough for the world of martial artists (Jianghu)?”

Gwanhae closed her eyes tightly.

‘Emei will end in my time.’

It looked like there was no way out. Guan Hai thought about giving up his own life to save everyone. But he knew the attackers were too cruel. They would not stop with just him.

‘If only I had known…,’

Regret washed over him, but it was no use now.

Guan Hai’s voice was rough, fear tightening his chest. “Geumhwa.”

Geumhwa turned, her young face pale. “Yes, Sect Leader?”

“Take the children,” Guan Hai said, his eyes pleading, “and escape. Now.”

“Sect Leader!” Geumhwa’s voice trembled. “But… what about you?”

“There’s no time!” Guan Hai’s command was sharp, though his heart ached. “Just go! That is an order!”

Tears welled in Geumhwa’s eyes, but she knew better than to disobey. She bit her lip hard, a silent promise to return if she could. She nodded quickly. “I will obey, Sect Leader.”

“Go!” Guan Hai urged, waving her away with a desperate hand. “Now! Run!”

“Yes!” Geumhwa whispered, turning and sprinting back towards the inner sect, her robes flying behind her like a white flag of surrender to the chaos.

As Geumhwa ran back, Guan Hai sighed deeply.

‘Maybe this is fate.’

Everything was merely karma.

If the Emei Sect was paying for its karma, then their past sins were returning.

Guan Hai’s sin was failing to properly care for those who suffered in the world.

And the Emei Sect’s sin was…

A bitter smile crossed Guan Hai’s lips.

‘I cannot even resent them.’

Long ago, they had ignored those who bled and fought for the world.

‘If this is karma, I must accept it. But…,’

How could the young disciples who had just entered the Emei Sect bear that sin together? It was too cruel.

“Buddha…”

He hoped that Buddha would be kind to the young students.

Guan Hai could only believe so.

“Come, you evil villains of the Demonic Sects. The Emei Sect will not fall so easily.”

“Look at that old monk! He’s just talking big! Charge!”

Thousand-Faced Scholar created hundreds of afterimages and charged towards Guan Hai.

At the same time, the Haaomun and Blood Palace disciples once again raised their momentum and began to drive back the Emei nuns.

“Lord Lian!”

One of the men bowed behind Jang Il-so, who was calmly looking around Emei.

“It seems that Emei will be taken care of within an hour.”

“Hmm.”

Jang Il-so tilted his head slightly as if he was puzzled.

“Easy.”

“…”

“It’s too simple than I thought. I feel humiliated. Have I been bowing down to even these guys until now?” Jang Il-so chuckled.

It was absurd.

It was true that they had prepared thoroughly, but even so, the Emei Sect was not a place that could be so easily destroyed.

According to his calculations, it should have taken longer, and the Demonic Alliance should have suffered greater losses.

But it was a surprisingly one-sided battle.

It meant that the power of the Emei Sect did not live up to its name.

While the Demonic sects were constantly fighting each other, the guys in Sichuan had been living leisurely as if they were playing gods. Like sheep who would never be chased by wolves.

“It makes me angry.”

Jang Il-so smiled quietly. It was a gruesome expression, distorted like that of a demon.

The world is not fair.

Some are born into wealthy families and live their lives thinking that a small thorn pricking their finger is the most terrible thing in the world.

Some are born in dirty places and desperately stab people in the neck just to eat one meal.

It’s not that he feels dissatisfied with that fact…

“Well, whatever.”

Jang Il-so muttered quietly and asked.

“What about Thousand-Face?”

“He is fighting Guan Hai. Hong Gyeon is supporting him, so he will soon take the old man’s head.”

“Hmm.”

Jang Il-so nodded and ordered.

“Go and tell Thousand-Face.”

“Yes!”

“Tell him that we will divide the army into two as soon as we finish with Emei. I will have Thousand-Face lead the Blood Palace and Haaomun to take care of Jeomchang.”

“Haaomun and Blood Palace… Are you talking about both of them?”

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

At Jang Il-so’s question, the bowing man quickly lowered his head even further.

“Ah, no! I will tell him that.”

“Yes, yes. That’s fine.”

Jang Il-so smiled gently.

“And tell our Bang guys to prepare separately.”

…Where to?”

“We’re going to settle the score.”

…Yes?”

Jang Il-so’s gaze turned north.

“Remember the ‘poisoned wine’ we gave to the Tang family? It’s time to collect what we are owed.”

If he had wanted to, he could have taken care of the Tang family on his way down from Mount Qingcheng.

However, it was a priority to strike Emei, which had fully preserved its power, rather than the Tang family, which had lost its main force. He had to raid them before they heard the news of Qingcheng and finished preparing to minimize the damage.

Now that Emei had been taken care of to some extent, Jang Il-so was finally given some leeway.

“Tang Gun-ak, Tang Gun-ak…”

As Jang Il-so quietly recited, an eerie energy gathered in his eyes.

The image of Tang Gun-ak, who had invaded Maninbang alone, threatened him, and turned away, was still vivid in his eyes.

“I’ve always been curious.”

“…”

“I wonder if the Poison King’s expressionless face will change even when all the Tang family members are dead and their seeds are gone. I wonder if he will still be able to spout those cheesy words about friends at that time.” Jang Il-so chuckled, a cold, unsettling sound.

The bowing man’s body trembled.

“I just want to check it out this time. Haha! Ahahaha! Ahahahahaha!”

A grotesque laughter, commemorating the destruction of the renowned Buddhist Emei, echoed loudly. It was a great, mad laughter that made you want to cover your ears.