Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 930

An unbearable rage surged within Dharma. His eyes blazed with fury.

Dharma had put up with the author’s pride until now. He thought the author deserved to be told off for acting badly.

But this act was clearly crossing the line.

‘Hey,’ Dharma said. His voice was deep and angry. It was a very harsh tone for a Buddhist monk.

“This is Shaolin business.”

“…”

“It means you should not get involved. Do you understand?”

Chung Myung stared at Dharma without a word.

Maybe you don’t know what’s going on, so I will ignore you attacking a Shaolin monk this time. But if you get involved again, we will see it as an attack on Shaolin.

“…”

“So, step aside. This is not something you can dare to handle!”

Dharma said this because he remembered they were on Mount Hua. He had to try to enforce Shaolin’s rules even in another group’s territory.

He thought Chung Myung would understand and step aside. Anyone with a little common sense would know not to stop Shaolin from doing something.

But what happened next surprised him.

“It seems you’re the one who doesn’t understand?”

“…”

Dharma’s eyes widened a little.

“This is Mount Hua.”

Chung Myung bared his teeth.

“If anyone wants to hurt someone in Mount Hua, they need to ask the Mount Hua Sect Leader first. That’s the rule here.”

“…”

“So, let go of our monk and move away. Or I will cut off your head instead of your hand.”

Dharma’s face twisted hideously.

“…How dare you!”

He was extremely angry, and he was about to lose control.

What happened in that room was just a discussion. But this was different. This was a show of power.

How could Shaolin need permission from another group to do what they wanted? That had never happened in Shaolin’s long history.

Of course, trying to punish someone on Mount Hua might be a problem. But surely they could have worked it out!

But now, this man was taking out his sword and not backing down, even though they could easily agree.

If this wasn’t a challenge to Shaolin, what was?

“Do you really understand what you’re doing? I told you this is not something you can dare to handle!”

Rage filled Dharma’s voice. But Chung Myung smiled as if he thought it was funny.

“Can’t handle it?”

He was clearly making fun of him. It was so obvious that Dharma couldn’t ignore it.

Dharma’s face turned red. No one had ever made fun of him so openly.

“You are talking rubbish like your mouth is just a big empty space.”

Chung Myung cracked his neck.

“You don’t seem to know, but I have always been able to handle anything.”

“…”

“So, let’s find out if I can handle this or not.”

Dharma gritted his teeth.

That annoying, proud man clearly got away with things. Everyone knew that this young Taoist had bravely defended the good groups during the big disaster at the Jang River.

But this was too much to ignore, even because of what he did back then.

“Benefactor, you are going too far. Even if this is Mount Hua, do you think Mount Hua can protect you?”

“Don’t be mistaken, monk.”

“What…”

“It’s not me that Mount Hua is protecting right now, it’s you.”

Chung Myung bared his teeth.

“If this wasn’t Mount Hua, and if I wasn’t from Mount Hua, I would have already cut off your head. And the abbot’s head next to you as well.”

Dharma’s mouth dropped open.

“So, get lost before I lose my temper. There’s only so much I can take.”

“…”

Dharma was speechless. He just stared at Chung Myung, not believing what he was hearing.

He was sure of one thing:

‘This guy is crazy.’

Who would even think of saying such things to the Shaolin Abbot? Not even the most evil leader would say that.

What was Shaolin?

Things were changing in the world of martial arts. Shaolin might not be as powerful as before, but they were still very strong.

The current Shaolin was still the same Shaolin that had led the martial arts world for hundreds of years.

But wasn’t this man completely ignoring and disrespecting Shaolin’s power?

He was so shocked he wasn’t even angry anymore. He was speechless. He just glared at Chung Myung, shaking like he had a bad fever.

“Benefactor!”

Just then, Hye-yeon spoke up unexpectedly.

He cried out urgently.

“This is a matter for Shaolin! I know you mean well, Benefactor, but if you care about me, please don’t get involved…”

“What? Shut up, monk!”

“…”

Hye-yeon flinched, confused, and looked at Chung Myung.

“I’ll take care of it, so keep your mouth shut!”

“Ah, Amitabha…”

And then…

The Abbot, who had been silent, finally spoke.

“Mount Hua Sword Saint.”

The two men stared at each other intensely.

“Do not be unreasonable.”

“…”

“In life, for everything you get, you lose something else. If you choose to be against Shaolin, you can’t tell Shaolin what to do in their own matters.”

His voice was truly chilling.

“This is what you chose to happen. If you make a choice, you have to face the consequences.”

At first, it sounded like a calm warning. But his voice showed all the power and authority of the Shaolin Abbot. Most people would feel too much pressure from that voice and would back down.

But Chung Myung was not most people.

“You know it well.”

“…What did you say just now?”

He looked at Dharma with cold eyes and said.

“I said you know it well. As you said, everything in the world comes with a price. So, I’ll ask…”

Chung Myung paused and smirked.

“What price do you intend to pay for harming someone within the territory of Mount Hua?”

Dharma stared at Chung Myung blankly.

“Until now, I have…”

His voice became even more dangerous, like it was closing in on Chung Myung.

“Shown you a lot of kindness.”

“…”

“But this is not just about you and me anymore. If you get involved again, it’s not just me who will be angry, it will be all of Shaolin. And Mount Hua will have to face their anger, not just you.”

Chung Myung’s eyes grew darker.

Dharma’s last words were like a challenge, and they echoed through Mount Hua.

“I ask you.”

The power coming from him was overwhelming.

“Does your Mount Hua…”

“…”

“Really think Mount Hua is strong enough to face Shaolin’s anger?”

He wasn’t looking at a friend. He was looking at an enemy.

His eyes seemed to say that whether Mount Hua and Shaolin became enemies depended on Chung Myung’s answer.

It was a very important question, and the answer would have to be even more important.

But Chung Myung remained calm.

“You ask if I have the confidence to turn Shaolin into an enemy…?”

He paused, then smiled slightly.

“I think someone else will answer that question, not me.”

“Hmm?”

Just then…

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Someone slowly walked over and stood next to Chung Myung.

It was Baek Cheon.

He stared at Abbot Beop Jeong with sharp, angry eyes.

Yu Yiseol stood next to Chung Myung, her face completely blank and emotionless. Her hand rested on the sword at her waist.

Their determination was clear.

But they weren’t the only ones.

Yoon Jong calmly walked over and stood next to Baek Cheon. Jo Gul stood beside Yu Yiseol, his shoulders tight, showing he was ready to charge forward.

Soon, Tang Soso and Baek Sang, and even the Mount Hua disciples who had been watching, moved closer, surrounding Beop Jeong and Beop Gye.

Their eyes sent a clear message.

“Is this… Mount Hua’s decision?” Beop Jeong asked.

In that place, only one person could answer him.

“I don’t know the details, Abbot, or Great Master,” Baek Cheon said, glancing at them before looking at Hae Yeon.

“But what I do know is that Mount Hua doesn’t abandon a comrade who has fought and bled with us, whether it’s right or wrong.”

Beop Jeong clenched his fist.

Baek Cheon’s voice was steady, his eyes unwavering.

“Even if it means turning Shaolin into an enemy, it doesn’t matter. Rather than abandon a comrade to survive… Mount Hua will choose to die with them. That’s…”

He stated calmly.

“What Mount Hua learned from its ancestors a hundred years ago.”

Baek Cheon finished speaking. Chung Myung suddenly looked up at the sky.

‘…Senior Brother,’ he thought.

A hundred years ago… It was a foolish thing.

Full of regret.

But now, their students spoke of it. They said they learned from that past. A past they thought was only regret.

‘Perhaps we were…,’

A small smile appeared on Chung Myung’s lips.

‘Maybe we weren’t so foolish after all.’

Beop Jeong, unable to hide his anger, spoke through gritted teeth.

“Do you have the right to say that, Baek Cheon of Mount Hua?”

“Of course, Abbot.”

The answer came from someone other than Baek Cheon.

“Every disciple of Mount Hua can represent Mount Hua. Because that is how Mount Hua teaches.”

“…Sect Leader.”

Hyun Jong, who had approached unnoticed, saw Hae Yeon still kneeling and his face hardened.

“Although Hae Yeon is not a disciple of Mount Hua, Mount Hua does not distinguish between disciples and comrades. Abbot, if you try to harm him, you will have to face all of Mount Hua.”

Hae Yeon’s shoulders began to tremble as that soft but firm voice rang out. Tears welled in his eyes as he lowered his head.

Beop Jeong glared at Hae Yeon.

“Sect Leader… it seems Shaolin is a joke to you.”

“That is not the case.”

“If not, how dare you interfere in Shaolin’s punishment of a Shaolin disciple? Sect Leader, you will surely regret this.”

“Ha!”

Suddenly, Chung Myung burst out laughing. Beop Jeong asked, his face angry.

“…What’s so funny?”

Chung Myung, shaking with laughter, shook his head.

“It seems the Abbot still doesn’t understand Mount Hua.”

“I don’t understand?”

Doubt clouded Beop Jeong’s face. What was there to understand?

Chung Myung laughed for a moment, then kindly explained.

“If you don’t know, I’ll tell you. Listen carefully. Mount Hua fought the Myriad Man House even when they had nothing. They were the last sect to fight the Four Evil Sects, even when everyone else was begging for their lives.”

The Mount Hua disciples chuckled.

“That’s not all. A hundred years ago, they even fought the Demonic Sect, didn’t they?”

“Come to think of it, that’s right.”

“…At this point, isn’t being fearless a tradition?”

Beop Jeong looked bewildered at the Mount Hua disciples, who were now laughing among themselves.

“Such is Mount Hua.”

Chung Myung’s voice drew his gaze.

“Do you think Shaolin is a threat to us?”

“……”

“I’m sorry, but this sect is full of madmen who won’t be satisfied until they fight to the death, whether it’s the Demonic Sect or whatever. They just don’t understand.”

“Ahem.”

“No, that’s a bit much.”

“…You’re going too far.”

Chung Myung ignored the protests.

“So, if you’re going to threaten someone, look at your opponent.”

The sound of Beop Jeong grinding his teeth was eerie.

“And… I’ll tell you one thing, just in case. Remember it.”

Chung Myung’s cold eyes pierced Beop Jeong.

“There are sects in history that have faced Shaolin and survived. But there has never been a sect that turned Mount Hua into an enemy and survived.”

“……”

“So, stop with the threats that won’t work and get out of Mount Hua right now, before my patience runs out.”

Blue veins stood out on Beop Jeong’s face. He looked more like a demon than a peaceful monk.

“Shaolin will…”

He said quietly, his eyes bloodshot.

“Not forget today’s humiliation.”

“Suit yourself.”

He looked closely at Chung Myung, Hyun Jong, and the other Mount Hua disciples, as if memorizing their faces. After glaring at Hae Yeon, still kneeling, he turned and walked away without a word.

“A, Abbot!”

“Let’s go!”

Turning with a cold wind, he led Beop Gye out of Mount Hua.

“Uh….”

Hae Yeon looked at Beop Jeong’s retreating back, bewildered. Then, someone grabbed his shoulder.

“…J, Jo Gul Disciple.”

“Why are you kneeling and getting dirty? Get up.”

“I’m….”

Yoon Jong smiled and grabbed his other shoulder, helping Hae Yeon up.

“Our monk is in big trouble now. I don’t think you’ll be able to return to Shaolin.”

“……”

Hae Yeon bit his lip tightly.