Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1512

“Shin-gae!”

“Sasuk!”

The horrified elders, putting their own safety aside, rushed towards Il-ho Shin-gae. They bared their teeth, positioning themselves between Chung Myung and Il-ho Shin-gae.

“You treacherous fiend!”

“How could you resort to such a ruthless assassination!”

But instead of a triumphant expression, they saw Chung Myung’s face, his lips pressed tightly together as if something had gone wrong.

“Cough… cough…”

“Elder Jang!”

“Are you alright?”

Il-ho Shin-gae, who had been knocked back, struggled to his feet. Blood streamed down his hand clutching his neck.

At first, it looked like a fatal wound, but the elders knew right away that the sword had touched Il-ho Shin-gae’s neck, but missed the vital point. Il-ho Shin-gae had survived even with his neck pierced by about an inch.

“Ah… what a pity, Hwasan Sword Saint.”

Il-ho Shin-gae’s face was deathly pale as he rose with the elders’ help. A lot of blood flowed from his neck, but he looked triumphant.

He stroked his neck lightly, a strange look on his face.

“Half an inch.”

Chung Myung’s face twisted. He was about to say something, but a hurried voice came from behind him.

“Sasuk!”

“Blast it! Sasuk!”

Chung Myung bit his lip. Il-ho Shin-gae laughed like a man possessed.

‘I’ve got him,’ he thought.

Il-ho Shin-gae thought that he, of all people, had brought down the Hwasan Sword Saint, whom no one in the world could defeat, and the leader of the Heavenly Union (a powerful group).

This was something even the very powerful leaders of the Demonic Sect and Shaolin had failed to do!

Chung Myung saw his satisfied face and growled.

“You think you’ve won…”

“Ah, it seems the Sword Saint doesn’t understand the situation yet. Then I must explain it to you. See where your recklessness has led you.”

Il-ho Shin-gae sneered openly. Then, he opened his mouth. Chung Myung instinctively twitched his sword, but he couldn’t recklessly charge forward. It was impossible for Chung Myung to break through the elders who had gathered again and kill Il-ho Shin-gae in one swift move.

“There will be no capture!” Il-ho Shin-gae shouted. All eyes turned to him.

“Kill them all! Don’t leave a single one alive! Don’t let what happened here get out!”

“Yes!” The elders, their eyes filled with resolve, gritted their teeth and charged at the Hwasan disciples.

“Let’s just kill them all!”

“I told you, we can’t!”

“Blast it! So, you’re telling us to just die, or what!” Jo Gul shouted, his voice full of anger.

Everyone’s eyes, standing firm as if to protect the injured Baek Cheon, wavered.

But at that moment, Kwaroooong! Suddenly, one side of the main hall burst open with a deafening roar, without any warning.

“Wh-what is it?”

“An attack!”

The confused elders hesitated and turned their heads. Even the Hwasan disciples, who had been crowded together, were surprised and looked in that direction.

The only one who wasn’t bothered by this was Il-ho Shin-gae.

“They’ve arrived, it seems,” he said bitterly to Chung Myung.

“Did I say I was a dog? Then I must tell you before you die, how does it feel to be bitten to death by a dog?”

The hazy dust that rose as the wall shattered was soon swept away by the wind, revealing a bright blue sky. It was a clear, beautiful day, but no one there could look at it.

Because there was something more captivating.

Tap! A group entered without hesitating.

“Th-that…” The bewildered Beggars’ Sect elders murmured.

They couldn’t recognize each person, but they knew who they were just by looking at their clothes: deep yellow monastic robes. Only Shaolin wore those clothes.

“Sh-Shaolin?”

“Why is Shaolin here…?”

Tak! As the Shaolin monks with their cleanly shaven heads and special marks on their foreheads entered the main hall, the elders swallowed hard. Silence filled the air.

The monk at the head chanted a quiet Buddhist prayer. He stood straight and calm, but his eyes were sharp.

The monk looked at Chung Myung confronting Il-ho Shin-gae, then saw the Hwasan disciples surrounded by the Beggars’ Sect elders.

Jo Gul, who felt that gaze, flinched and then gave a weak laugh.

“Blast it… this really was a tiger’s den.”

It was as if a real tiger had come out of a den they had entered to catch a mongrel. Who would have expected it?

“…Just the Beggars’ Sect alone is overwhelming.”

Even Yoon Jong, who rarely complained, groaned. Even if they used their best moves now, they wouldn’t be able to escape, let alone win, because their opponent was Shaolin.

“What do we do, Sasuk?” Baek Cheon, who was holding his wounded shoulder, bit his lip tightly.

“Sh-Shaolin?” The elders guarding Il-ho Shin-gae clenched their fists tightly.

Il-ho Shin-gae had said he had prepared a move, but who would have thought it would be Shaolin! If Shaolin helped, it was like a million soldiers had come.

No, it was even better than a million soldiers. If Shaolin helped, they wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning up this mess. They could get rid of the last thing they had to do to erase the core members of the Heavenly Union.

It was a brilliant move.

“Indeed…” The elders thought Il-ho Shin-gae’s clever plans were so good, it didn’t even matter that he wasn’t as strong as Chung Myung.

“Amazing, Elder…” The elders looked at Il-ho Shin-gae with admiration and respect.

But that gaze soon became doubtful because Il-ho Shin-gae looked strange, like someone who had seen something unbelievable.

“G-Grand Elder?” The elders looked at Il-ho Shin-gae with confused faces. Il-ho Shin-gae just muttered blankly, like he couldn’t hear.

“Sh-Shaolin?”

“Yes?”

“Shaolin is…”

Something was wrong. The elders realized it right away.

Kwaaang! Suddenly, a door inside the main hall burst open as if exploding, and a strange group stormed in.

They had a truly strong aura, and unlike the Shaolin who had appeared just before, they wore different clothes. The men were rough and wild, and they gave off a murderous aura as soon as they entered the main hall.

“Il-ho Shin-gae! As promised…” The man who was about to shout suddenly stopped, startled. He had seen the Shaolin monks on the other side.

The strange intruders looked bewildered.

“Th-this… Shaolin! This isn’t what we agreed on! I’ve never heard of this, Il-ho Shin-gae!” The elders stared blankly as they burst into anger. Who were these people?

“What’s going on…?” Everyone was confused as sudden events happened one after another.

“Amitabha.” At that moment, a low and majestic Buddhist prayer echoed loudly throughout the main hall. The Shaolin monk at the head raised his head.

“Where is the Chief?” There was no answer. He asked again.

“I ask again. Where is the Chief?” The bewildered elders looked towards Poong-yeong Shin-gae.

If they really wanted to present Il-ho Shin-gae as the representative to welcome Shaolin, they shouldn’t have done that. But when people are confused, they follow their instincts. So, this clearly showed that the representative of the Beggars’ Sect was still Poong-yeong Shin-gae.

“I am here.” Poong-yeong Shin-gae, injured and disheveled, wiped the blood from his mouth and stepped forward.

“I am Poong-yeong Shin-gae, the Chief of the Beggars’ Sect.”

The Shaolin monk nodded slightly. Looking at the others, there was no doubt that this man was the Chief.

“Amitabha. I am Hye-bang, a Shaolin monk, along with the other Shaolin monks.”

A clear, pure light shone from the eyes of those standing behind Hye-bang.

“At the request of the Head Chief of the Beggars’ Sect… we have come to help the Chief.”

The elders’ mouths dropped open. They groaned in confusion and doubt.

“Wh-what is…”

“It’s Shaolin, isn’t it? But who are Shaolin helping right now?”

As if answering that question, Hye-bang’s strong voice spread throughout the main hall.

“Even though the Chief of the Beggars’ Sect is clearly alive, falsely claiming the Chief is dead and trying to take his position is wrong!”

Now all the elders looked at Il-ho Shin-gae.

Their eyes asked him to explain what was going on, but Il-ho Shin-gae couldn’t say a word because he wasn’t the one who had called Shaolin.

“I hope the elders are ashamed and step down. If not, Shaolin will have to get involved at the request of the Chief of the Beggars’ Sect.”

“Wh-what is…”

“Amitabha.” The Buddhist prayer, filled with determination, rang out.

Hye-bang looked at Hye-yeon, her eyes filled with tears.

Hye-bang smiled slightly. They understood each other without saying a word.

But even now, the elders of the Beggars’ Sect were looking around, dumbfounded. Maybe they understood but didn’t want to believe it.

A small groan broke the silence. It was someone who would sum up the whole situation.

“Ugh… I told you to go together.”

Behind the Shaolin monks, the outer wall of the main hall had collapsed. A hand suddenly popped out from the debris.

He propped his chin on the floor and crawled out, groaning. It was Hong Dae-kwang, someone the Beggars’ Sect elders knew well.

“H-Hong Dae-kwang?”

“H-how did you get here?”

Hong Dae-kwang looked sheepish, then turned his head and looked for someone. He found the person he was looking for and shouted, annoyed and happy.

“I’m not late, Hwasan Sword Saint! Don’t scold me again! I thought my legs would break going all the way to a distant mountain!”

Not only the elders but also Il-ho Shin-gae looked at Chung Myung as if he had been hit. Chung Myung was smiling wickedly.

“Wh-what did you say again?”

“Did you say my brain wasn’t as good as the rumors said?”

Il-ho Shin-gae had said that Chung Myung’s intelligence was exaggerated, but it seemed Chung Myung heard it differently.

“Well, that can happen. Oh, it can happen. But… what should we call someone even more stupid than that stupid bastard?”

“Y-you…!”

“Now that things are different, maybe we can talk.”

Chung Myung flicked his sword and took a step towards Il-ho Shin-gae. Il-ho Shin-gae and the elders who were protecting him took several steps back.

“Some guys only understand words.”

“…”

“I’m too stupid to talk well, so let’s just talk with a sword, you beggar.”

Chung Myung smiled wickedly.