Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 482

“Brother Baek Cheon, is something going on outside? It’s quite loud.”

Baek Cheon smiled faintly at the question. “Nothing is happening.”

The disciples of Mount Hua exchanged worried glances, their eyes drawn to the thick wooden window.

“Intruders!”

“Chase them!”

Even though they weren’t trying to eavesdrop, their trained ears easily picked up the shouts through the blizzard.

Jo Gul’s face became serious. *Nothing is happening, he says? With all that noise?* he thought.

Jo Gul, with a completely serious face, repeated, “Indeed, nothing is happening.”

Baek Cheon nodded, trying to look innocent. “Right? Just a bit tired today. Need to rest.”

Jo Gul nodded back, playing along. “Me too. A long day.”

Just as Baek Cheon and Jo Gul exchanged knowing smiles, even louder shouts erupted from outside.

“Bring the Ice Sword Unit!”

“There! Don’t miss them!”

Urgent shouts kept coming from outside.

With determined movements, Hae Yeon began stuffing strips of cloth into the cracks around the window frame, working with focused precision.

Hae Yeon sighed, ‘Amitabha. A monk needs his rest, but this racket is making it impossible.’ The disciples blinked, then slowly understood. *Of course!*

Yoon Jong turned to Baek Cheon and asked seriously, “Shall we turn off the lights?”

Understanding dawned on Baek Cheon.

He knew perfectly well who was causing the commotion outside. *Of course,* he thought, a small smile playing on his lips. *It had to be them.*

“Aoh! I’m so frustrated!”

Bang!

Chung Myung, who had drawn his sword and charged, kicked the man away and vented his anger.

“Damn blizzard!” Chung Myung cursed. The snow was blinding, turning the world into a white blur. And to make things worse, these Ice Palace guards all wore white! It was impossible to see anything clearly.

“Huh?”

Chung Myung’s eyes widened in an instant.

*Wait a minute.* He looked down at himself. His clothes were black. Pitch black. Against the pure white snow, he would stick out like a sore thumb.

“There he is!”

“The black one! Get him!”

“Well,” he muttered to himself, “as they say, if you don’t think things through, you’ll pay for it.” He shook his head. *And this time, ‘you’ meant me.*

Of course, black clothes in a blizzard were a terrible idea. *Why hadn’t he thought of that before?* No wonder the Ice Palace guards were all in white. Too late to worry about it now, though.

Chung Myung pushed aside his useless regrets and scanned his surroundings, his eyes darting around. *First things first, escape.* Even if Baek Cheon hadn’t sealed the window, going back to the inn was out of the question now. He needed to find a way out, and fast.

Suddenly, the air crackled. *Faaaaaaaat!* A streak of icy blue light, a sword aura sharp enough to bite through bone, sliced through the swirling snow, heading straight for Chung Myung.

‘Oh ho?’

He’s got some skill⋯⋯.

“Ah, damn it! My sword!”

Chung Myung cursed under his breath. He instinctively reached for his sword, then froze. *Damn it!* He’d left it behind for the infiltration. He threw himself sideways just as the sword aura flashed past.

“Am I losing my mind?” he grumbled. “Too much cold makes you forget things, I swear.” Then, a flicker of relief crossed his face. *Actually, maybe it’s a good thing.* If he’d drawn his sword automatically, they would have been even more suspicious. Keeping his Mount Hua identity secret was crucial.

“Surround him!”

“Get that black-clad bastard!” Ice Palace warriors swarmed him, their swords glinting menacingly in the snowy light. Chung Myung clicked his tongue, a small, almost bored sound. He stretched his neck from side to side, loosening his muscles.

Being surrounded like this… it wasn’t even scary. In his past life, he’d faced down hordes of enemies, cutting them down one by one. A strange sense of nostalgia washed over him. *Rampaging back then was… almost enjoyable.* It was like scratching a long-term itch, a release of pent-up frustration.

Chung Myung sighed quietly, a sound lost in the wind. He looked at the young faces surrounding him, their expressions fierce but also… inexperienced. *What have these kids ever done to me?* he thought with a touch of weariness. *I just need to get out of here without hurting them too badly.*

But then, a voice cut through the air, sharp and accusing. “You in black!” Chung Myung blinked. The leader of the guards, eyes narrowed, pointed a sword directly at him. “Are you from the Demonic Sect?” The words hit Chung Myung like a physical blow. *Demonic Sect?* His breath hitched. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white under his gloves.

A dangerous stillness settled over Chung Myung. His voice, when it came, was low and dangerous. “Demonic Sect?” he repeated, each word like ice. The air around him seemed to grow colder. Behind his mask, his eyes narrowed to slits, burning with a terrifying intensity.

“There are things you can say to a person,” Chung Myung continued, his voice barely a whisper, “and things you absolutely *cannot* say.” He took a step forward. “You,” he said, his voice rising, “have just said the unsayable.” The last words were a snarl. He launched himself forward, a black whirlwind of fury.

Wham!

“Definitely a fist,” one disciple murmured.

Kwahhhh!

“Was that a kick?” another wondered.

“Headbutt, I think!”

“No, elbow, definitely an elbow!” The Mount Hua disciples leaned closer to the window, listening with rapt attention, piecing together the fight outside.

Tang Soso watched them, her brow furrowed with concern. Mustering her courage, she spoke, her voice hesitant. “Brother Baek Cheon?”

“Hmm?” Baek Cheon replied, still smiling faintly.

Tang Soso bit her lip. “Is… is this really alright?”

Baek Cheon turned to Tang Soso, his smile widening, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Of course it’s not okay,” he said cheerfully.

Tang Soso’s eyes widened. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple. “Then… shouldn’t we… *do* something?” she stammered, gesturing vaguely towards the window.

“Do something?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“⋯⋯.”

Baek Cheon sighed deeply and shook his head. He looked completely defeated.

“Soso-ya,” he said, his voice tired.

“Yes, Senior Brother?” Soso replied quietly.

“Why do you act so surprised, Soso? You know what he’s like. What can anyone even *do* to stop that crazy guy from making trouble?” Baek Cheon asked, sounding like he already knew the answer was nothing.

“…” Soso didn’t say anything.

Yoon Jong, who had been listening nearby, nodded his head, agreeing with every word Baek Cheon said. Baek Cheon continued, his voice serious and low.

“He’s like a storm. You can’t stop a storm, can you?”

“Well,” Soso said slowly, “at least you can find shelter from a storm.”

“I guess you’re right about that,” Baek Cheon admitted, still shaking his head.

However, Tang Soso couldn’t stop the cold sweat from breaking out. Her heart pounded in her chest. *This is going to be a disaster,* she thought.

Tang Soso was from the Tang Family, one of the most respected groups of fighters known for their secret weapons. She knew what trouble it was when someone caused chaos in another group’s territory. It was a very serious thing.

Imagine a strange intruder barging into the Sichuan Tang Family and beating people up in the middle of it all. The Tang Family would be turned upside down.

‘What on earth is Senior Brother Chung Myung thinking?’

Does he even think?

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

“He’s actually riding him now.”

“Ugh. I don’t even want to imagine,” one of the disciples said, shivering.

The disciples of Mount Hua shivered, even inside. They stared out the window at the swirling snow and listened to the loud thuds coming from outside.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Chung Myung, eyes rolled back, straddled the man who had fallen in the snow and rained down punches with both fists.

“Cult? Cultooo? Say it again, you bastard!” he roared.

Are these bastards crazy?

What?

The Demonic Cult? A group known for evil magic?

Hey, you bastards, even if I was dead, I would come back to stop you if I was a member of the Demonic Cult.

And you’re calling me what?

Cultoooo?

Chung Myung’s eyes were now completely rolled back, showing only the whites. He was beyond angry.

“In all my life, this is the first time I’ve heard such an insult! Hey, you bastard! I may be someone who spews all sorts of curses, but even I have some decency. How can a person hurl such vile insults at another person!”

Wham!

The power transferred from his spinning waist perfectly into his fist. Chung Myung, having fully delivered that power and twisted the jaw of the fallen man, unleashed a ruthless barrage of blows.

“Die! Die! Die, you bastard!”

The head of the man being beaten snapped violently from side to side.

“That, that crazy bastard!” one of the Ice Palace warriors yelled.

“What are you doing! Overwhelm him!” another shouted.

The warriors of the Ice Palace, who had been too stunned to remember they should be attacking, suddenly snapped to their senses and rushed towards Chung Myung.

Whoosh!

Chung Myung’s eyes gleamed as he looked at those charging towards him. He grinned wildly.

“Alright!”

Leaving the fallen man behind, he jumped up and grabbed the sword flying towards him with his bare hand.

A cold chill rushed to his fingertips, but such cold was no match for Chung Myung, who was burning like lava.

Clang!

The sword broke in half! The warrior stared, mouth open. He had put all his inner power into that sword, but it was nothing against this man.

‘H-How?’

Grabbing a sword imbued with sword energy with bare hands was unimaginable, but to even break it?

Could such a thing even be possible?

But his thoughts didn’t last long.

Wham!

Because one cannot think when a fist is planted firmly in their jaw. Chung Myung, having blown away one warrior with a single blow, scanned his surroundings like a predator seeking prey.

The warriors of the Ice Palace, despite their numerical advantage, flinched and took a step back, unnerved by the madness in his eyes. Some were brave, some terrified, and some were just confused.

“⋯⋯I-Is that evil magic?” one stammered.

“⋯⋯.”

Seriously, are these bastards for real?

This is a renowned Taoist martial art in the Central Plains, you bastards!

– It doesn’t look like it to me either.

“Ah, why do you come out at times like this! Get back in!” Chung Myung shouted to himself.

Chung Myung roared and charged. He smashed into the warriors, sending them flying like dolls.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The warriors, punched and kicked in the ribs, screamed as they flew through the swirling snow.

“S-Stop him!”

“Damn it, what kind of monster is that⋯⋯!”

The Ice Palace warriors did their best, but Chung Myung was perfectly demonstrating why he was called the Mad Dog of Mount Hua… no, the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua.

But it was at that moment.

“Send reinforcements!”

“Who’s there!”

The firmly closed gates of the Ice Palace swung open. And warriors began to pour out in droves.

Chung Myung, blood rushing to his head, turned with terrifying momentum to assess the scene. His rampaging body twitched.

He quickly scanned those emerging and grinned.

The ones coming out now were different from the riffraff patrolling outside. The true elites of the Ice Palace were pouring out like ants, their eyes blazing with fury.

‘Okay. This won’t do.’

One should unleash their anger at the right time.

‘Let’s run!’

He had wreaked enough havoc; it was time to slip away before things got too big.

He couldn’t die a meaningless death in this faraway land!

He quickly scanned his surroundings, found a gap in the encirclement, and charged towards it like a man possessed.

“Gasp!”

The moment Chung Myung rushed forward like a ray of light, an Ice Palace warrior gasped and reflexively extended his sword.

But Chung Myung’s hand moved smoothly. And he lightly pushed aside the side of the sword coming towards him.

Thunk!

The sword was deflected to the side with its momentum. Chung Myung, plunging into the warrior’s wide-open chest, slammed his shoulder directly into his solar plexus.

Crack!

The warrior’s mouth gaped open. He trembled, unable to breathe.

Chung Myung grabbed his shoulder. And in an instant, he twisted his body, switched positions with him, and kicked his torso.

Wham!

Chung Myung, floating in the air from the force of the kick, rode the wind and began to fly out of the Ice Palace.

“Farewell! You bastards!”

Ah, of course, he wasn’t really going to leave.

It was at that moment, as Chung Myung cackled and soared through the air.

Whooooosh.

A small tearing sound brushed past his ear. Chung Myung whipped his head around.

And.

Vroooooooom!

With a deafening roar like a giant spinning wheel, a pillar of pure white energy shot out from the entrance of the Ice Palace at tremendous speed. It was like a powerful ice storm.

‘Ice White Divine Palm?’

The martial art representing the Northern Ice Palace, known as the most formidable cold energy technique under the heavens.

That energy was now flying straight towards Chung Myung. The power contained within was extraordinary at first glance. Too much to handle with his bare body.

“Tsk!”

Chung Myung frowned slightly and channeled internal energy into both hands as he turned his body. But he flinched and stopped.

‘Oh, crap! Can’t do that!’

He reflexively tried to use the Plum Blossom Hand, but it was too conspicuous for anyone to miss. If red flower petals were fluttering around in this blizzard, it would be obvious.

‘Ah, why are all my martial arts made like this!’

Chung Myung changed his internal energy with an annoyed expression.

Soon, a turquoise aura gathered in his hands. Instead of the Plum Blossom Hand, he unleashed the Bamboo Leaf Hand, gathering all his inner power and striking the incoming Ice White Divine Palm with all his might.

Kawaaaaaaaang!

“Oh no!”

Seol Cheonsang, who had unleashed the Ice White Divine Palm the moment he came out of the gate, bit his lip tightly with a cry of dismay.

Because the masked man, who had collided with the Ice White Divine Palm in mid-air, was sent flying like a pebble struck by a hammer.

“Chase him!”

“Yes!”

“He won’t get far, having been hit by the Divine Palm! Find him alive before he freezes to death!”

“Yes!”

The warriors of the Ice Palace rushed out with murderous intent in their eyes.

Seol Cheonsang, who had been silently watching the scene, frowned slightly.

‘He used my inner power to escape?’

“That’s one bold fellow. Does he even know what cold energy is?”