Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 350

“Gurgle….”

Hyeonbeop’s body was aching all over. He finally foamed at the mouth and fainted.

“Tsk.”

Chung Myung finished with Hyeonbeop quickly. He turned his head fast to look at Hyeondang.

Hyeondang flinched.

His face was now as white as paper. He took a step back, away from Chung Myung.

“You, you are far too immoral,” Hyeondang said.

“Immoral?” Chung Myung asked.

“That’s right!”

Hyeondang’s eyes darted around, not able to focus. But his voice was still fierce.

“Even if we have done something wrong, aren’t you a Taoist? How can a Taoist act so immorally? Aren’t you ashamed to face the ancestors of Mount Hua?”

Chung Myung smirked.

Seeing that reaction, Hyeondang shouted even louder.

“This is a disgrace! You’re betraying everything Mount Hua stands for!”

“Old man, you seem to know Mount Hua well?” Chung Myung asked.

“What?”

“Looks like you don’t know. Mount Hua originally has no rules like that.”

“This, this rascal, to the very end!”

“You should feel lucky you met me,” Chung Myung said.

Hyeondang’s face twisted, confused by Chung Myung’s words.

But Chung Myung’s words were completely sincere.

‘If the Sect Leader had caught you, you wouldn’t even be standing right now.’

The Great Wise Sword, Cheong Mun, was known as a virtuous and excellent man. But how could someone leading a big sect like Mount Hua in that time be only virtuous?

“You keep talking about ancestors. If that ancestor were alive now, old man, your arms and legs would be cut off, and you’d be locked in the repentance cave.”

“……”

“Aren’t you ashamed to face the ancestors?” Chung Myung mocked.

Why would he be ashamed?

It was as if he could still hear the ancestors shouting and getting angry.

“Well, fine. It’s okay. It happens. People get greedy, and they can be stubborn. That’s just how people are. But….”

Chung Myung’s face grew red with anger.

“I can handle everything else. But how dare you disrespect our Sect Leader?”

What kind of person was Hyun Jong?

He was the one who had supported Mount Hua alone, protecting it until now. Without Hyun Jong, Mount Hua would have been in ruins when Chung Myung returned.

And they were hurting Hyun Jong?

This was not okay.

“Come here. You need to be beaten to death, and then beaten again,” Chung Myung said, his voice dangerously low.

Hyeondang bit his lip.

Words were useless.

He had to escape somehow.

‘No matter how skilled that bastard is…’

Clang!

Hyeondang slowly pulled out his sword. A sharp aura came from his body, showing he was once the best talent of Mount Hua.

“Hoh?” Chung Myung watched, amused.

Hyeondang gritted his teeth, thinking, ‘That guy has only trained and sparred. He’s probably never fought for his life.’

No matter how talented he was, he would freeze up in a real fight.

If he could use that chance, Hyeondang might win.

“You underestimate me. While you were training in these mountains, I faced death many times in the real world,” Hyeondang said.

“Ah. Is that so?” Chung Myung smirked and flicked his sword. “Then why don’t you prove it?”

“You baaaaaastard!”

Hyeondang charged at Chung Myung with terrifying speed and thrust his sword.

The sword aimed right at Chung Myung’s chest.

‘Fool! He let his guard down!’

But then…

Whirl.

Chung Myung turned slightly, dodging the sword.

‘What?’

With one step, one movement, Hyeondang’s sword was useless.

Hyeondang had put too much force into his attack. He couldn’t pull back his sword and looked around, confused.

Then he saw it.

Chung Myung was smiling.

Chung Myung’s shoulder went back. His waist tightened, and his foot stepped forward, gripping the ground. Hyeondang saw it all.

Chung Myung’s fist shot out like an arrow, aimed straight for Hyeondang’s face. Hyeondang’s eyes widened in panic. *Too fast!* he thought.

CRACK!

Chung Myung’s fist smashed into Hyeondang’s jaw. The sound of bone breaking echoed in the hall.

“Guh, guheok….”

Plop.

Hyeondang fell to the floor like a straw doll. Chung Myung smiled and raised his sheathed sword.

“A guy who can’t even hold a sword properly? Life-or-death situations? You’ve faced death?”

Who did he think he was talking to?

Did he even know about the Demonic Sect?

Chung Myung’s eyes shone blue.

“Oh yeah! I’ll show you what a real life-or-death situation is! Die! You bastard! Die!”

Thwack! Whack! Thwack! Whack!

Chung Myung’s sword hit Hyeondang’s body over and over. Hyeondang screamed and twisted, but Chung Myung’s sword showed no mercy.

“Aaaargh! Ack! Aaaargh!”

“Why are you screaming in a sacred Taoist temple! Can’t you shut up? Oh yeah! I’ll teach you some manners today!”

Excuse me, but wasn’t he the one beating someone up in a sacred Taoist temple?

There were too many things wrong, but no one dared to say anything to Chung Myung, who was beating Hyeondang with crazy eyes.

“Sasuk,” one of the disciples said hesitantly.

“Hmm?” Baek Cheon replied.

“Shouldn’t we stop him?”

“Uh….”

It really seemed like they should this time.

Baek Cheon swallowed hard and was about to step forward when someone poked their head into the Blue Plum Blossom Hall.

“Don’t come out… Elder?”

Baek Cheon saw that it was Hyun Young and stepped aside, surprised.

Hyun Young clicked his tongue, looking displeased, and frowned.

“Tsk tsk tsk. What is this in a Taoist temple?”

“Shall we stop him?”

“Tsk tsk tsk tsk.”

Hyun Young shook his head and turned away.

“That… Elder?”

“Tsk tsk. At this rate. Tsk tsk tsk tsk.”

Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked away from the Blue Plum Blossom Hall. Baek Cheon thought he saw Hyun Young skipping away happily.

“Sasuk?”

“……”

Baek Cheon understood that he should leave it alone. He thought for a moment and smiled faintly.

“I don’t know anymore either,” Baek Cheon admitted.

“Yes.”

He wouldn’t kill him, would he?

He wouldn’t.

Tap tap.

Chung Myung dusted off his hands and turned around, still angry.

“Eing. I’ve become too soft. If it were the old days, I would have really…”

He would have cut off his limbs first and then thought about it.

Teaching the kids has made me so soft. Tsk tsk.

‘If Sect Leader saw this, he would cry, saying I’ve become a better person.’

No. Would he be angry that I didn’t beat him enough this time?

Tsk.

Chung Myung walked out calmly and nodded his head behind him.

“Take them away,” he said.

“How…?” Baek Cheon asked, unsure.

“What do you mean, how?” Chung Myung replied, sounding impatient. “Just get rid of them. Take them somewhere else.”

“Should we leave them in front of the main gate?”

“If you can, throw them off a cliff,” Chung Myung said, only half-joking.

“…No,” Baek Cheon said. “I’ll find a way to deal with it.”

Chung Myung made a clicking sound with his tongue, showing he was annoyed. “Tsk.”

Chung Myung pushed past his disciples and walked quickly out of the Plum Blossom Hall, the wooden doors creaking behind him. The hall was simple but strong, like the plum blossoms it was named after.

Baek Cheon shook his head, his brow furrowed with worry, as he looked at Hyeondang and the others, who were badly hurt.

“Even a war wouldn’t be this bad,” he said.

“…Compared to Chung Myung, barbarians are almost like saints,” another disciple replied, his voice low.

“It’s strange to hear such words in a Taoist temple,” Baek Cheon said, surprised. What made it even more worrying was that the statement was actually true.

“Anyway, get those fellows outside the main gate…”

Then, without warning, something happened.

“No! The more I think about it, the angrier I get! You bastards, what? Who is the rightful sect leader of Mount Hua? Those who abandoned the sect and ran away!”

“Stop him!”

“Grab him!”

Seeing Chung Myung rush back very fast, Baek Ja and Cheong Ja’s faces turned white. They stood in his way, grabbing onto Chung Myung’s legs and holding on tightly.

“Chung Myung! Calm down!”

“If you hit them any more, they’ll really die! Calm down, calm down!”

“Seriously, why can’t he ever do things calmly!”

“Tangwa! Someone go get Tangwa!”

Baek Cheon, who was clutching Chung Myung’s waist, shouted desperately.

“Hey! Get those guys out of here quickly! Think of it as saving lives and hurry up and take them away! Now!”

“Yes, Senior Brother!”

The remaining disciples quickly picked up the fallen men and carried them away. They began running towards the main gate, the heavy wooden doors of Mount Hua looming ahead, as fast as their legs could carry them.

At first, it might look like a cruel act. But really, they were helping them in a strange way. If a god had seen this, he would have smiled and nodded. Of course, he would have turned away after seeing Chung Myung.

“Alright, alright, Chung Myung! Calm down now.”

“They’re all gone. All of them.”

At that, Chung Myung calmed down a little but frowned as if he was still not pleased.

“I should have thrown them off a cliff,” Chung Myung muttered to himself, thinking about how much trouble these people had caused for the sect he was trying to rebuild.

“…Let’s try to live like normal people. Okay? Like normal people.”

“Tsk.”

Chung Myung glared at Baek Cheon, his eyes narrowed and a dangerous white light seeming to flash in them.

“The older members didn’t do well either. How could they just watch those troublemakers causing problems in Mount Hua! They are not respecting the leader of our group!”

“…I’m sorry.”

“Next time something like this happens, don’t even think about it, just deal with it. Got it?”

“Ah, got it.”

“Tsk. I’m hungry. Is there any food left in the dining hall?” Chung Myung said, and Baek Cheon just sighed. Of course, after all that chaos, Chung Myung was hungry.

Chung Myung shook off the hands holding him and began to walk towards the dining hall, the smell of old wood and faint spices drifting from its open doorway.

Everyone who saw him let out a deep sigh.

“…Was that really resolved well?”

Looking at the result alone, it could be said that it was resolved well, but the process far exceeded Baek Cheon’s imagination.

“Anyway, I feel refreshed.”

“Same here.”

Baek Cheon shook his head, his brow furrowed with worry. He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, at the words of Yoon Jong and Jo Gul.

“I do feel refreshed… No, I really do feel refreshed. But still…”

Then, Hyun Young appeared suddenly, his eyes sharp and knowing. He always seemed to know more than he let on.

“Are they gone?”

“Ah! You startled me!” Baek Cheon said, stepping back in surprise.

“Venerable Elder!”

“What about them?”

“…Chung Myung ordered us to take them away outside the main gate.”

“Is that so?” Hyun Young clicked his tongue.

“They were once part of Mount Hua, so is it right to send them away like that?”

“Then?”

“Sprinkle salt on them.”

“…”

“Sprinkle a lot of salt.”

“…Yes.”

“Where is Chung Myung?”

“He went to the dining hall.”

Hyun Young nodded slightly and walked towards the dining hall. A strange smile played on Hyun Young’s lips. He seemed to enjoy the idea of adding a little extra punishment.

Everyone watched his back as he walked away with blank faces and shook their heads.

‘Come to think of it, that man is the scariest.’

‘Even if Chung Myung hadn’t been there, wouldn’t it have ended up like this anyway?’

Baek Cheon muttered in a weary voice. “Is this a Taoist temple or a place for devils?”

No one could readily answer that question.

The next morning.

“By the way, where did Chung Myung go?”

“Huh? Didn’t he go to his room after what happened yesterday?”

“He didn’t come out for the dawn training either?”

“Yes? He wasn’t in his room?”

Anxiety began to creep onto the disciples’ faces.

Chung Myung hardly ever skipped training. He always said that if he skipped training, someone would definitely slack off. Wasn’t he the type of person who would come to the training grounds and lie down even if he was sleeping?

But such a Chung Myung was nowhere to be seen since morning? This was definitely strange.

“Where on earth…”

“Senior Uncle! Chung Myung is coming over there!”

“Huh?”

Baek Cheon turned his gaze towards the direction Jo Gul was pointing.

“Huh?” And he tilted his head.

Would it be strange for Chung Myung to appear from anywhere in Mount Hua? But it was certainly strange for the guy who had returned yesterday to be walking back in through the main gate again.

Moreover, he was holding a bottle of alcohol in one hand. The bottle he held was different from the one yesterday. This meant he had gone down the mountain.

He was very curious, so Baek Cheon quickly ran to Chung Myung.

“Where are you coming from?”

“Huh?” At his question, Chung Myung shrugged his shoulders and said.

“Oh, just went down the mountain for a bit. Had something I needed to do.”

Baek Cheon frowned.

“Chung Myung. Did you perhaps?”

“Do you think I’m someone who just hurts people? Why would I hurt them again after hurting them so much already?”

“…Right? You didn’t, did you?”

Only then did Baek Cheon let out a sigh of relief.

Baek Cheon felt a little relieved but also worried because Chung Myung had not gone there.

“Will it be alright?” Baek Cheon felt a knot of worry in his stomach. He knew Chung Myung didn’t always think about the consequences of his actions.

“What do you mean?”

“…Anyway, they were once affiliated with the sect. Of course, there’s no problem with the sect punishing those who abandoned the sect, but the method…”

They were beaten up by the third-generation disciples.

This could become a scandal that would damage the reputation of Mount Hua. It would also cause problems for Chung Myung’s reputation.

“Ah, that?”

“Yes. I’m just a little…”

“Ah. Don’t worry about it.”

“Huh?”

Chung Myung chuckled.

“I just went to the guys who specialize in that kind of thing. You won’t have to worry about it again.”

“…”

“Let’s go.”

“…Okay.”

Chung Myung walked towards the training grounds, and Baek Cheon followed behind, tilting his head.