Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 161

Thwack!

Thwack!

Chung Myung and Heo Sanja stood on opposite sides of the cliff, quickly looking around.

Soon, Chung Myung’s eyes widened slightly.

“There!”

He saw a place filled with swords. There were a few spears and axes mixed in, but most of them were swords.

Which meant…

“This really is a Sword Mound!”

Any doubt Chung Myung had felt on the way here vanished.

If that was the case?

Chung Myung quickly looked around.

‘It has to be there! Not that kind of thing!’

He didn’t care about powerful swords or magical items. He only wanted one thing!

‘There it is!’

In the middle of the swords, there was a bulging rock.

And on top of it, there was a small wooden box.

There was no need to place a wooden box in the middle of a divine weapon display! Which meant?

‘That’s the Honwon Pill!’

He couldn’t know if it contained only the Honwon Pill, or if the pill-making method was included as well, or even just the pill-making method. In any case, the thing to aim for was that wooden box.

Chung Myung tensed, ready to grab the wooden box. But then, a deep voice stopped him.

“Are you the Mount Hua Divine Dragon?”

Chung Myung slowly turned his head. Standing between him and the wooden box was Heo Sanja. The Wudang elder had drawn his sword, and his eyes burned with anger.

*Oh dear,* Chung Myung thought. *This is trouble.*

He could feel the heavy anger rolling off Heo Sanja like heat from a fire.

Chung Myung smirked, a playful look on his face despite the danger. “And what if I am?” he challenged.

“You’ve come all the way here, have you? After creating this situation?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

Heo Sanja twisted his face in anger.

If Chung Myung hadn’t stolen the Jangbo-do from Mu-jin and spread it in Nanyang, he wouldn’t be going through this hell. And Mount Hua wouldn’t have been able to get here either.

He didn’t know whether to call them amazing or cunning.

“I acknowledge your abilities. But this is the end. Step back quietly. I will show no mercy today. Even though you are only a third-generation disciple, if you try to resist, I will cut off your head.”

“Oh, how scary.”

Chung Myung joked.

“But don’t you think it’s a little strange for you to say that?”

“…Hmm?”

A sneer appeared on Chung Myung’s lips.

“You are filled with anger, aren’t you? Isn’t your true desire for me to just attack you? So you can get rid of me here and now?”

Heo Sanja didn’t answer.

Because he realized that might be his true desire.

‘Am I thinking of that child as that much of a threat?’

In terms of cunning alone, he wasn’t that threatening. No matter how clever that child was, he would be less troublesome than the descendants of the Zhuge family or those who professionally studied military strategy.

But after actually seeing Chung Myung, his thoughts had changed.

‘Let’s admit it.’

That bastard is dangerous.

Of course, the Jin disciples and the Mu disciples were also second to none when they went out into the world. But it was impossible to compare them to that bastard.

From the start, the seed was different.

If he let that bastard grow up like this, Mount Hua might swallow the Wudang in the future.

Heo Sanja was feeling the same emotions that Jongnam’s Sima Seung had felt in the past at this very moment. No, it was an even more intense sense of crisis and murderous intent than Sima Seung had felt back then.

“Step back.”

Heo Sanja said sternly.

“As you say, I am not following the Dao right now. So don’t make me commit a sin. You are shaking me that much. Enough to shatter the long years of cultivation I have built up!”

‘Hoh?’

Chung Myung looked at Heo Sanja as if he were a curious sight.

What would Chung Myung do if he were in his shoes?

‘Well, there’s no one who’s going to be stronger than me anyway, so I wouldn’t do that.’

The best choice here was to kill Chung Myung. Since it was a chaotic battle, no one could be held responsible for who died.

If things went wrong, he might receive criticism from the world, but he couldn’t exchange practical gains for fear of mere criticism.

But Heo Sanja was repeatedly advising Chung Myung to step back. Even if Chung Myung became a threat to Wudang in the future, he meant that he would not kill a young Taoist disciple now.

‘Are the Wudang still the Wudang?’

He must have seen all sorts of sights, both good and bad, on his way here, but he was still keeping to the right path. The old elder was showing why the name of Wudang was still held in high esteem throughout the world.

However.

“I’m not the kind of guy who’ll step back just because you say so.”

Chung Myung took a step forward instead. Then, a storm-like force erupted from Heo Sanja’s body.

“Refusing my kindness……”

“Ah, I’ve drunk so much of that damn kindness that I always feel half-drunk, so stop talking nonsense and just fight.”

“You bastard!”

Heo Sanja gritted his teeth.

When had he ever been subjected to such harsh words from such a young brat?

‘I have advised him enough.’

He felt relieved instead.

He had been suppressing the desire to cut off his head right away and was going to let him go nicely, but if that bastard came out like that, he didn’t need to back down any further.

“Taaah!”

Heo Sanja rushed forward as if he needed no more words.

Chung Myung also charged towards him.

The two of them simultaneously leaped over the swords.

Fwoooosh!

It was as if bolts of blue lightning were being created in the air. An extremely vivid sword energy was being unleashed towards Chung Myung. It was similar to Mu-jin’s, but the level was different.

Chung Myung couldn’t fight with the same attitude as before this time either.

The opponent was an elder of the Wudang. The strongest person he had met since opening his eyes in this body.

Chung Myung’s hand, gripping the sword, tightened.

As he charged forward, he kicked the handle of a sword that touched his foot and twisted his body.

Fwoosh!

The blue sword energy narrowly cut past Chung Myung’s front. The hem of his clothes was cut, and a chilling sensation pierced his chest.

‘This is no joke!’

In the past, it was just sword energy that he would have blown away with a single gesture. But for the current Chung Myung, this sword energy was threatening enough.

Above all, the tremendous internal energy contained in the sword energy made his body tense up involuntarily.

‘If I get hit, I won’t even be able to recover my bones.’

Those who say that Wudang uses soft sword energy should have their mouths sewn shut.

What? Soft?

They gently beat people into a pulp, is that what soft is? Is it?

No matter what kind of sword style they pursued, he couldn’t feel any intention to suppress Chung Myung in this sword. Rather, it was filled with the will to completely destroy him.

Otherwise, would they wield it with enough internal energy to dismember a person with just a graze?

“So, you want to try it out?!”

Flames flared in Chung Myung’s eyes.

Fwoosh! Fwoooosh!

Sword energy like bolts of silk was continuously drawn out and flew towards Chung Myung.

“Ha!”

Chung Myung let out a short shout and threw himself towards the flying sword energy. And he immediately jumped up, kicking off the sword energy with his feet and charging forward.

“What?”

Heo Sanja was so surprised that his heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

‘Kicking off the sword energy with his feet?’

Not receiving and returning it with his energy, but stepping on the sword energy to charge forward? Sword energy wasn’t a wooden plank flying in the air, was this even logically possible?

‘Just what is that bastard?’

What tremendous control.

It was a realm that he couldn’t even dare to dream of unless he could handle his energy like his own limbs. It was something that even Heo Sanja couldn’t even dare to try.

What this meant was one thing.

He didn’t know the depth of his internal energy or swordsmanship, but in terms of energy control, that young Mount Hua Divine Dragon was definitely superior to Heo Sanja.

He didn’t know how such a thing was possible, but there was no way to deny what he had seen with his own eyes.

Even in that moment when Heo Sanja hadn’t yet recovered from his shock, Chung Myung was rapidly approaching him.

“You baaaaastard!”

Heo Sanja shouted and rushed forward. And he poured as much sword energy as he could into a downward strike towards Chung Myung, who was charging in.

Kwaaaaang!

The burst of energy swept through the surroundings. The swords stuck in the ground trembled and were slowly pulled out.

“Cough!”

Chung Myung spat out blood.

He had definitely blocked it. He had even managed to deflect half of it to the side. Nevertheless, Heo Sanja’s sword had completely shaken his insides. It was like a huge mountain range had fallen on top of his body.

‘That damn horse!’

He was skilled.

Wudang’s sword was ultimately a sword of gentleness. A sword that subdued the opponent with softness.

But the moment Heo Sanja grasped Chung Myung’s characteristics, he immediately abandoned gentleness and confronted Chung Myung with heaviness. He thought that no matter how much Chung Myung flew and showed off his skills, he wouldn’t be able to handle him in terms of internal energy.

And Heo Sanja’s thoughts were exactly right.

No matter how much of a Chung Myung he was, it was impossible for him to catch up with the internal energy of the elders who had been training for decades. Fortunately, the characteristics of the internal energy he had learned allowed him to prevent himself from being beaten to a pulp in a single blow.

Heo Sanja’s eyes, which were locked with the sword, trembled.

“He blocked it?”

A third-generation disciple.

Not a first-generation disciple, not even a second-generation disciple. Just a third-generation disciple who was probably just twenty years old. And that third-generation disciple had blocked Heo Sanja’s sword, which was filled with all his power.

“So it wasn’t a joke that you defeated Mu-jin. Just what kind of bastard are you!”

“Well, aren’t we past the point of having a conversation?”

If that’s the case, then take some of the strength out of your sword.

Have you no shame! Show some respect!

Then, Heo Sanja said in a deep voice.

“Listen.”

Because of that, Chung Myung, who was about to make more sarcastic remarks, closed his mouth.

“It is forbidden to accept disciples from other sects, but if you wish, I will use any means to accept you as a disciple of the Wudang. And if you wish, I will accept you as a second-generation disciple.”

“Huh?”

“With your talent, relearning martial arts would be a small obstacle. Come to Wudang. I will make you the future Wudang Sect Leader.”

What is he saying?

Chung Myung couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

No, it was something that other people might be slightly tempted by. The Wudang of the world was accepting him as a disciple. He was even raising his seniority by one level.

But the person here was none other than Chung Myung.

“No. Has this old man lost his mind! Trying to poach from another sect!”

“If not that!”

Heo Sanja bit his lip and said.

“I will accept you as my disciple! Then you will become the first-generation disciple of the Wudang.”

“No thanks.”

Chung Myung smiled and replied. Nevertheless, Heo Sanja did not give up easily.

“I see you are loyal to your sect, but be smart. Think about your future. Wudang can offer you more.”

“Ah, I said no!”

Chung Myung tightened his grip on the sword.

“Why? With your mind, you should know what is more beneficial!”

“Seriously, this old man is persistent.”

“Wudang can give you more than Mount Hua.”

“You just don’t understand.”

The corners of Chung Myung’s lips curled up.

“I don’t have a hobby of taking people weaker than me as disciples, you see?”

“……What?”

“And!”

Chung Myung briefly put strength into his sword and deflected Heo Sanja’s sword. Then, he soared up backwards and rapidly descended to the ground.

“Eura-cha!”

Kuuuuuung!

With a powerful kick, the swords stuck in the ground soared into the air all at once. Chung Myung continuously kicked the divine weapons that had floated into the air and sent them flying towards Heo Sanja.

“What’s so great about the Wudang!”

“……!”

Chung Myung drew up as much energy as he could.

“I!”

He kicks the sword and sends it flying.

“Will make!”

The divine weapons that were sent flying in succession were shot towards Heo Sanja like arrows.

“Mount Hua! The greatest under Heaven!”

In this life!

Definitely!