Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 224

The Mount Hua disciples’ faces turned red.

‘The Plum Blossom Sword Saint…’

‘To think he was so great…!’

Of course, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint was the pride of Mount Hua.

But that was only within Mount Hua. Elsewhere, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint of Mount Hua wasn’t as respected. Just recently, when they met people from other martial arts groups, they had heard that the Plum Blossom Sword Saint wasn’t as respected as their own swordsmen.

They knew the Plum Blossom Sword Saint was highly respected within Mount Hua. But outside, in the wider world, it was different.

Yet that pride was being acknowledged in this distant Yunnan.

Baek Cheon reached out, grabbed the wine glass filled with Peach Blossom Spring, and emptied it in one gulp.

“Hah!”

The sweet, fruity smell of the wine filled his mouth, seeming to clear his head.

He felt very proud and puffed out his chest. It was hard to hide it. When had Mount Hua ever been praised like this?

Baek Cheon was also a disciple of Mount Hua.

How could he not feel good hearing that the ancestor of Mount Hua was so great?

However.

‘Let’s get a grip.’

He knew he had to be careful. If he spoke without thinking, he could make a mistake. This was the Naman Beast Palace. No matter how friendly the Beast Palace Lord seemed, he might change his mind at any moment.

“Then…”

Just then, Baek Cheon turned his head to say something.

Glug glug glug glug.

“……”

“Khaaa! I’m really getting into the booze today!”

Baek Cheon stopped. His eyes widened, and he stared at Chung Myung.

‘In front of the Beast Palace Lord…’

Was it okay to act like that in front of the Beast Palace Lord, of all people?

“Kyaa! The snacks are delicious too. I think I might get drunk today?”

“Khahahahat! You are very generous! I like you! Yes, let’s get roaring drunk today! Hey! Peach Blossom Spring! Bring more Peach Blossom Spring!”

“L, Lord Palace Head.”

The palace servant standing beside him opened his mouth in a very troubled tone.

“We’ve brought out all the Peach Blossom Spring in the warehouse.”

“Is that so? Then bring out all the Peach Blossom Spring that we have listed! There should be two boxes of Peach Blossom Spring set aside separately!”

“T, that’s what the Lord Palace Head was going to use for his grandson’s wedding…”

“You stupid fool!”

Bang!

The Beast Palace Lord slammed the table. The sound was deafening, and the table vibrated. It floated up a foot into the air and then landed again.

In the meantime, Chung Myung snatched the bottle like a ghost, preventing the precious wine from spilling.

Baek Cheon watched the embarrassing scene and squeezed his eyes shut.

He didn’t know whether to admire the brute force that slammed this huge table without using internal energy and floated it in the air, or to admire the table that withstood the punch.

No, he was more impressed with that bastard who was grabbing the booze in the meantime.

“Now that the descendants of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint have come, is that damn wedding a problem!”

“H, haha!”

“This bastard?”

The Beast Palace Lord’s eyes were bloodshot.

“You foolish bastard! Don’t you offer sacrifices to the Plum Blossom Sword Saint’s shrine every year?”

“Of course, he is a hero and saint of Yunnan!”

“And if I don’t treat them with all my heart, what will he say to me in the afterlife? Shouldn’t I have something to say when I see him!”

“Aam.”

Chung Myung nodded repeatedly.

Of course, he wasn’t treating the descendants of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint well, but the Plum Blossom Sword Saint himself.

The situation was a little off, but what did it matter? It was better to treat the person himself than his descendants. If the Beast Palace Lord knew about this situation in the afterlife, he would be even more proud.

“Bring it out quickly! Now!”

“Yes, Lord Palace Head!”

Eventually, the palace servant, unable to win, ran away, and the Beast Palace Lord laughed heartily.

“I’m sorry for showing you this embarrassing scene.”

“Hey. What do you mean unsightly? You’re so generous.”

“Huh? Is that so? Hahahahat! You, I like you more and more as I see you.”

“I like the Lord Palace Head too. Have a drink.”

Chung Myung handed the Beast Palace Lord the bottle of Peach Blossom Spring he was holding. Then he picked up a new bottle with his other hand.

“Hoo? By the bottle? That’s right, that’s right! A man can’t be stingy and drink wine by the glass! This guy knows the way of alcohol.”

“Kuh. Since I’m a Taoist, I’m versed in all sorts of Tao.”

“What? Khahahahahat! Good! Very good! Then shall we have a drink with the Taoist?”

Chung Myung and the Beast Palace Lord began to drink from the bottle at the same time.

The disciples of Mount Hua could neither cry nor laugh, and only stared blankly at the scene.

‘Why do they get along so well?’

‘It’s like a father and son who broke up and met again.’

‘That bastard should have been born in Yunnan!’

Baek Cheon, who was watching the two men exchange drinks, cautiously opened his mouth.

“But, Lord Palace Head.”

“Hmm?”

The Beast Palace Lord turned his head sharply.

Baek Cheon, startled by his fierce eyes and huge size, took a slight deep breath and continued.

“Is everything you said just now true?”

“What are you talking about? Are you talking about the story of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint?”

“Yes, Lord Palace Head.”

“Are you, a Mount Hua disciple, asking me that?”

“Hey. Don’t get angry, okay?”

“Eung? Yes, that’s right! Keol keol keol keol.”

The Beast Palace Lord laughed heartily.

“Of course, I didn’t see his exploits with my own eyes. But that fact is known not only to the previous Beast Palace, but to the entire Yunnan.”

Baek Cheon tilted his head slightly.

“If the Plum Blossom Sword Saint was so great as the Lord Palace Head said, why is that fact hardly mentioned in the Central Plains?”

Thwack!

The Beast Palace Lord slammed the bottle he was holding onto the table.

Baek Cheon and the disciples of Mount Hua flinched and pulled their bodies back.

Whether it was because of that body or because of the supreme position of the Beast Palace Lord, his heart fluttered whenever he did something.

The Beast Palace Lord glared and spoke as if shouting. The loud voice that hurt the ears spread in all directions.

“It’s because those stingy bastards made it disappear implicitly!”

The Beast Palace Lord pounded his chest as if he was even more frustrated.

“History only lives if people talk about it! History is not just events that happened. It becomes history when those events are told and remembered!”

His tough face showed surprisingly gentle emotions. He looked at Baek Cheon with pity.

“I heard that Mount Hua’s situation is not very good.”

“……”

“Originally, Mount Hua should have told it. That our ancestors did that much. But Mount Hua had lost the people who knew the story and the strength to tell it.”

The Beast Palace Lord looked very angry. He grabbed a new bottle of liquor, opened it quickly, and drank a lot.

“That’s why no one talks about it,” he said. “History is written by the winners. If the winners don’t tell the truth, then bad people will take the praise. If the Central Plains and Yunnan were still friends, this wouldn’t have happened! It’s all because of those bad people from the Central Plains! I want to crush them all!”

Um…

I’m sorry, but we’re also from the Central Plains.

I’m too scared to speak, Palace Lord.

The Beast Palace Lord was raging about Mount Hua, but Chung Myung calmly kept drinking his liquor. He thought to himself, ‘It’s not just because of that.’

Actually, it’s because they felt like they owed Mount Hua something.

If they said that Chung Myung had been important in the war and helped defeat the Heavenly Demon, the Central Plains couldn’t ignore Mount Hua’s problems.

Important groups that cared about doing what was right couldn’t just forget someone they owed a debt to.

But after the war, everyone was poor. So, it was almost like a secret agreement to pretend they didn’t owe Mount Hua anything. They wanted to forget the help they received.

That’s how the world works.

If just one person, just one person, had said, ‘Shouldn’t we thank Mount Hua for their kindness?’ things might have been different. But no one said those words.

Chung Myung chuckled.

What did he expect? The world of martial arts is often unkind. It’s rare for people to remember good deeds and even build a shrine to thank someone.

The Beast Palace Lord said sadly, “That war took so much. If only the Plum Blossom Sword Saint hadn’t died in that war, Mount Hua would have been the most important group in the martial arts world… Because he died, Mount Hua didn’t get what it deserved.”

Baek Cheon closed his eyes.

He felt again how great the Plum Blossom Sword Saint must have been. Even Mount Hua didn’t know their ancestor was so amazing.

This forgotten history was welcoming them in this faraway place of Yunnan.

“The Beast Palace and Mount Hua both lost too much in that war. And we are still hurting from those wounds.”

The Beast Palace Lord lifted the liquor bottle and poured the strong-smelling drink into the Mount Hua disciples’ cups.

“Drink,” he said. “This liquor is from someone who understands your pain. Not from the Palace Lord of the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace, but from a friend who has also suffered.”

The Mount Hua disciples took the liquor with both hands.

And they drank it silently.

After finishing their drinks, they looked at the Beast Palace Lord, their faces red.

“The world is unkind, isn’t it?” the Beast Palace Lord said. “There must be a lot of pain.”

“No, not really,” Chung Myung said casually. He put the liquor bottle to his mouth and drank deeply.

“Kroooooh.”

He put the empty bottle on the table with a thud.

“It’s strange to think you’ll get rewarded for everything you do.”

“……”

“Those people back then probably weren’t doing it for rewards either.”

“Those folks! To our ancestors!”

“Watch your mouth!”

“Hey, you punk!”

“Ah, right,” Chung Myung scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

‘I can’t even call them ‘those people’ to my senior brothers.’

Ah, was I not supposed to say that?

Then what should I call them? Chung Myung chuckled and went on.

“Anyway, the past is just the past. What’s the point of crying about how unfair it is? It’s over.”

“Hmm.”

“The important thing is now. We just need to make Mount Hua the best in our time. Then people will remember the past. History is written by the winners, after all!”

The Beast Palace Lord stared at Chung Myung. Then, the corners of his mouth started to twitch.

“Yes. That’s all that matters. That’s all that matters,” the Beast Palace Lord muttered quietly. He reached out and patted Chung Myung’s back.

“Hahaha! The more I hear you, the more I like you! You are truly like the Plum Blossom Sword Saint!”

“Guh-ruck.”

The Beast Palace Lord, not knowing his pat almost killed the Plum Blossom Sword Saint’s descendant, laughed loudly, as if he was very happy.

Chung Myung thought, ‘This guy is really strong!’

“Ah, that’s right,” the Beast Palace Lord turned his head quickly to Chung Myung.

“Now that I think about it, I forgot to ask. Why did you come all the way to Yunnan? It’s a long trip from Shaanxi.”

“Ah, yes. I was just about to tell you.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know of a herb called Jamokcho here?”

“Jamokcho?”

The Beast Palace Lord tilted his head.

“Jamokcho… Jamokcho… I don’t think I’ve heard of it.”

“You don’t know it?”

Chung Myung frowned.

If the Beast Palace Lord didn’t know, it was a problem.

“Don’t look at me like that. Just because I’m the Beast Palace Lord doesn’t mean I know everything about Yunnan. And I don’t care about small things like herbs.”

Ah, that makes sense.

Someone who spends all their time building muscles wouldn’t care about weeds.

“Don’t worry! I’ll tell my men to find out about this Jamokcho herb tomorrow!”

“Krooh! Really?”

“Hahaha! The descendant of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint is here, of course I’ll help! So, forget your worries and let’s eat and drink! It’s a good day! A very good day! Hahaha! Here, have more!”

Chung Myung and the Beast Palace Lord each grabbed another liquor bottle and tilted their heads back, drinking again.

Baek Cheon watched them. They looked very alike. Baek Cheon sighed.

‘There’s always someone in the world who is like you.’

They weren’t exactly the same, but he never thought anyone could be so similar to Chung Myung.

Well, because of that, things are going well.

“Keuh! Young Taoist, you can really drink!”

“You too, Palace Lord?”

“What? Hehehe?”

The Beast Palace Lord grabbed the liquor bottle.

“Alright! Let’s see who can drink the most today!”

“Eh. Aren’t you embarrassed in front of your men?”

“I’ve never lost a drinking contest!”