Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 493

Chung Myung’s eyes shone with a bad feeling.

Now that they decided, they had to act fast.

It’s best to think about the worst thing that could happen.

Baek Cheon felt a little sad that he easily accepted that excuse.

Sometimes, being too talented can lead to trouble.

Being too worried about them is also not smart.

Bad luck comes from not being careful.

They had many doubts. Could they even do this? Should they just take the Ice Jade and run back home? They also worried about finding Seol Sobaek in this huge Northern Sea.

Bang Pyo stared at the valley. The icy wind howled through it, whipping his cloak around him and stinging his cheeks. He could almost taste the frost in the air.

Chung Myung jumped onto the edge of the valley, landing lightly like a cat. He grinned, a flash of white teeth in his grimy face, as he looked at the surprised Ice Palace guards.

The Mount Hua disciples exchanged worried glances. Yoon Jong chewed his lip, and Jo Gul kept fidgeting with his sword hilt. They were all thinking the same thing: *Is this really going to work?*

Go, Baek Cheon! Find Seol Sobaek! Finding Seol Sobaek is the top priority to rescue them.

A strange sound drifted up from the valley. It was faint, almost lost in the wind, but one of the guards stiffened. “Did you hear that?” he whispered, his hand going to his sword.

Suddenly, *thwack!* A hand, fast as a striking snake, shot out from below. It clamped onto the guard’s neck…

He sighed. *That little punk. Always pushing my buttons.* But deep down, Baek Cheon knew Chung Myung was usually right. It was infuriating, but also… reliable.

He chuckled, a smug sound. “Let them squirm. They’ll learn their place soon enough.”

“What in the world do you think you’re doing?!”

“I didn’t take you for an idiot. Or has your silly chivalry finally made you crazy?”

“Good.”

Chung Myung’s eyes shone with a bad feeling.

Now that they decided, they had to act fast.

By now, news of their mining the Ice Jade, the precious stone they were mining, would have reached the Ice Palace, the home of their enemies.

‘Soon, they’ll get information about the Demonic Sect.’

It’s best to think about the worst thing that could happen.

Having finished his calculations, Chung Myung nodded. Securing Seol Sobaek was the top priority.

“Go, Baek Cheon! Find Seol Sobaek!”

“My name is Baekjeon, not Baek Cheon, you fiend!”

“No, I’m telling you to go, Martial Uncle. Not Baek-ah.”

“Is this little rascal picking a fight?!”

As Baek Cheon rolled his eyes and tried to pounce, Yoon Jong and Jo Gul swiftly grabbed his arms.

“Calm yourself, Martial Uncle.”

“This isn’t the time for that!”

“Why are you always doing this to me? In the first place, that little punk…!”

“That’s Chung Myung, though.”

Baek Cheon fell silent. He felt a little sad that he easily accepted that excuse.

“Ahem!”

Baek Cheon cleared his throat loudly and addressed the disciples of Mount Hua.

“You all heard. The situation isn’t looking good.”

“Yes, Martial Uncle!”

“Move quickly.”

“Understood!”

The Mount Hua disciples exchanged worried glances. Yoon Jong chewed his lip, and Jo Gul kept fidgeting with his sword hilt. They were all thinking the same thing: *Is this really going to work?*

They had many doubts. Could they even do this? Should they just take the Ice Jade and run back home? They also worried about finding Seol Sobaek in this huge Northern Sea.

But no one voiced these thoughts.

Chung Myung couldn’t have failed to consider these concerns. He was, after all, the quickest to react when a crisis arose.

He might hesitate before making a decision, but once he made up his mind, he would simply believe and support it resolutely. That was the Mount Hua way.

“Shall we depart?”

“Hmm.”

At Baek Cheon’s question, Chung Myung stared up at the valley with a grim expression.

“Well, I suppose we must. But before that…”

Chung Myung’s gaze slowly descended and fixed on Yeo Sahon.

The corners of his lips curled up.

“Shall I let you vent some frustration?”

“Huh?”

Bang Pyo stared at the valley. The icy wind howled through it, whipping his cloak around him and stinging his cheeks. He could almost taste the frost in the air.

“Has there been no news from the palace yet?”

“No. Not yet…”

“They’re late.”

Having roughly estimated the time, Bang Pyo clenched and unclenched his fists, looking slightly anxious.

‘It’s already past the time they should’ve arrived. The delay must mean they’re not just sending back a messenger.’

It was clear that the Palace Lord was planning some kind of response.

And whatever that response was, it certainly wouldn’t be good news for those impudent Central Plains fellows down below.

“Sometimes, being too talented can lead to trouble.”

A bitter smile hung on his lips.

“But are you really alright with this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Aren’t the fellows down there remnants of the former Palace Lord’s faction? What if they start spouting nonsense…?”

“Would anything change then?”

“Huh?”

Bang Pyo waved his hand dismissively. It was a gesture that implied it was not a big deal.

“People don’t remain silent because they don’t know anything. Even if they have something they want to achieve, if they don’t have the power to enforce it, it’s the same as not knowing.”

His subordinate nodded slightly, as if he understood. Bang Pyo chuckled.

“What can those whelps from the Central Plains and those defeated remnants do together? They’re all just trying to save their own skins.”

Bad luck comes from not being careful, but being too worried about them is also not smart.

He chuckled, a smug sound. “Let them squirm. They’ll learn their place soon enough.”

“Yes!”

After staring at the valley for a moment longer, he abruptly turned away.

But unfortunately, his steps didn’t last long.

A strange sound drifted up from the valley. It was faint, almost lost in the wind, but one of the guards stiffened. “Did you hear that?” he whispered, his hand going to his sword.

“How could you hear anything over the sound of the wind?”

“Still, you never know. I’ll go check.”

“Be careful not to fall.”

“Yes.”

One of those whispering to each other cautiously approached the edge of the valley and craned his neck.

“What is it?”

“It seems like nothing’s wrong…”

That was the moment.

*Thwack!* A hand, fast as a striking snake, shot out from below and grabbed the Ice Palace disciple by the scruff of his neck as he peered over the edge.

“Wh-what?!”

Before he could even grasp the situation, the Ice Palace disciple was thrown into the air and hurled down into the valley below.

“Aaaaaaaaargh!”

A scream mixed with bewilderment and terror echoed through the valley and faded away below.

“What was that!”

“What’s going on!”

Those standing guard in various places rushed over in disbelief at the unbelievable sight.

And then.

Thud!

The hand that had thrown the Ice Palace disciple into the valley grabbed the edge. And soon, a figure wearing a bearskin climbed up the cliff.

“Ugh!”

Chung Myung jumped onto the edge of the valley, landing lightly like a cat. He grinned, a flash of white teeth in his grimy face, as he looked at the surprised Ice Palace guards.

“Fancy seeing you again?”

“Y-you bastard!”

“How predictable.”

Bang Pyo, who had been about to leave, saw the scene and quickly walked towards Chung Myung with a hardened expression.

“Get out of the way!”

He pushed aside those who had surrounded Chung Myung, stared intently at him, and then opened his mouth as if spitting out the words.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing?!”

At the cold voice, Chung Myung shrugged nonchalantly.

“Well, as you can see.”

“I don’t understand.”

Bang Pyo frowned deeply.

“I didn’t take you for an idiot. Or has your silly chivalry finally made you crazy?”

“Ah. That’s definitely a misunderstanding.”

Chung Myung waved his hand and pointed behind him with his finger.

“I don’t really care about chivalry or anything like that, even if those guys do.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the disciples of Mount Hua appeared behind Chung Myung. Rising like soaring birds, they landed behind Chung Myung and simultaneously drew their swords.

Clang! Clang!

Seeing the sharp swords pointed at him, Bang Pyo twitched his lips.

“Not chivalry… Then what’s the reason for this foolishness?”

“You’re the foolish one.”

“What did you say?”

Chung Myung snorted.

People are foolish. They worry about feelings when the Demonic Sect is planning something bad in the North Sea. They are even helping them instead of stopping them! They are asking to die.

“You, you bad person!”

Bang Pyo’s face turned red with anger. He was going to yell, but Chung Myung waved his hand to stop him.

“Oh, please. I know what you’re going to say. We don’t have time for boring talk. Decide now. Let us pass, or we will beat you and leave you in the snow. Easy choice, right?”

Bang Pyo was shocked by Chung Myung’s words. He had never heard anyone speak to him like that. ‘Is this guy crazy?’ he thought. Anyone who was thinking clearly would not threaten him here.

“People from the Central Plains are too proud. It’s true what they say. Do you think the Northern Ice Palace is weak that you can say such crazy things?”

“Well, isn’t it funny?”

“What?”

Chung Myung smiled in a mocking way. It was a clear sneer.

“If people are so scared of the Demonic Sect that they give them treasures, isn’t that funny? Who else is more foolish?”

“You, you bad person!”

These words made Bang Pyo even angrier. His face turned red and then purple.

“I will rip your mouth apart, no matter what the Palace Lord says! What are you waiting for? Catch him now and bring him to me!”

“Yes!”

The guards around the Mount Hua disciples took out their swords.

Baek Cheon sighed when he heard the cold sound of swords being drawn.

“I don’t understand how he makes people so angry. He’s really good at it.”

“Maybe he doesn’t even try to make them angry. Maybe he just says whatever he thinks?”

“That’s even worse.”

“That’s right.”

Baek Cheon quickly looked around. There were about forty warriors. That was a lot of people to fight.

“You have been fighting in the Central Plains for too long. You are crazy to face us with so few people!”

“This many people is almost too many to fight you. I almost feel sorry for you.”

“Is this guy still talking?”

Bang Pyo’s beard shook as Chung Myung answered back with a smile.

“So?”

Then, Chung Myung laughed and touched his sword.

“If you don’t like how many of us there are, we can get more.”

Bang Pyo looked confused, not understanding what Chung Myung meant.

“Do you know what you did wrong?”

Before Bang Pyo could speak, Chung Myung said quickly, “You were stupid not to get rid of the way out.”

“What?”

Just then, *Paaaah!*

Many warriors climbed up from the cliff behind Chung Myung at once.

Bang Pyo’s eyes opened wide when he saw the first warrior.

“Yeo Sahon! How is this possible?”

They were supposed to be weak, their power blocked. Who made them strong again? Bang Pyo could not even remove their power blocks.

“Bang Pyo!”

Yeo Sahon stood on the cliff, looking very scary.

“You dog! Today, I will kill you slowly to get revenge for everyone you killed!”

Bang Pyo stepped back without thinking.

Yeo Sahon’s anger was terrifying. Everyone who climbed up with him also looked very dangerous and made people afraid. Why wouldn’t they be? They were once proud warriors of the Ice Palace, but now they were prisoners, treated badly. And half of the prisoners who were captured with them were already dead. They were full of anger and hate.

“L-Lord Yeo.”

Bang Pyo’s face became very white as more prisoners climbed up.

“Hee hee.”

Chung Myung watched all this and smiled happily.

“You have been guarding the North Sea for too long. You are crazy to face us with so few people?”

Bang Pyo could not speak. He watched Chung Myung use his own words against him. How could this guy be like this, even now?

“Ugh!”

“Y-you…”

The prisoners on the cliff stared at Bang Pyo with red eyes, moving closer. They were not afraid anymore because they felt strong again after so many years.

The Ice Palace warriors stepped back, scared by the prisoners coming at them.

“L-Lord Yeo.”

“What do we do? Lord Yeo!”

But Bang Pyo didn’t answer.

“What are you waiting for?”

Chung Myung said. The prisoners looked at him.

“Kill them all.”

Chung Myung pointed forward. It was like a signal. The prisoners used all their power and ran forward.

“We will kill you all!”

“Death to the Ice Palace traitors!”

“Kill the bad guys!”

Chung Myung laughed as he watched the prisoners push the guards back like a strong wave.

“Great! This is the start of a rebellion!”

“Isn’t it just a counterattack?”

“No, it’s a rebellion. We will bring down the Palace Lord!”

*Clang.*

Chung Myung took out his sword. If they hadn’t started this, maybe things would be different. But now, there was only one way forward. Everything depended on how fast they acted.

“Get ready!”

“Are you going to help?”

“No. The real fight is coming.”

Chung Myung looked in one direction. Baek Cheon looked too. He saw people moving in the snow.

“Those are the strong ones.”

Baek Cheon’s face became serious. The guards here were strong, but these new people were much stronger and faster.

“What? Are you scared?”

Baek Cheon laughed at Chung Myung’s question.

“Oh? You’re laughing?”

“Chung Myung.”

“Yes?”

“To be afraid…”

Baek Cheon’s eyes shone with a strong blue light.

“We can’t go back now.”

Baek Cheon took a big step forward. The Mount Hua disciples followed him like it was the most normal thing to do.

“Let’s go! We will show them how strong the Mount Hua swords are!”

“Yes, Sasuk!”

“We are ready!”

“Hit them hard!”

“Oooooh!”

Baek Cheon ran forward. The Mount Hua disciples and even Hae Yeon shouted and ran after him.

“…”

Chung Myung stayed behind, watching them. He said quietly, “Those crazy people.”

Brother. Master.

I think I made a mistake.

I’m sorry.