Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 932

“Anyway, that’s it!”

Chung Myung spoke with unwavering conviction.

“We don’t need to worry about Shaolin right now. They’re too busy with the Yangtze River. Even if they clean up the Yangtze, they’ll be exhausted. As long as the Four Evil Sects are strong, Shaolin can’t do anything, got it?”

Yoon Jong glanced at Baek Cheon.

“What’s he doing?”

“He’s angry and spoke without thinking,” Baek Cheon said with a smile. “Now he realizes he might be wrong, but he’d rather die than admit it, so he’s trying to make it sound good.”

“A perfect explanation.”

In situations like this, having someone important agree with you really helps.

“It’s not spin! It’s really like that!”

“Okay.”

“Sect Leader, I’m not making things up!”

“Okay, I understand.”

“Wow, I’m going crazy! Old Beggar! Say something!”

“Ahem.”

Hong Daeguang, sitting in the corner, chewed loudly on a greasy pancake, the smell of sesame oil filling the air. He quickly swallowed and said, “Well… the intention seems a bit impure, but the Mount Hua Divine Dragon’s words aren’t exactly wrong.”

“Huh?”

Hyun Jong, looking tired, turned to Hong Daeguang, listening intently.

Chung Myung grumbled, ‘Are my words worth less than a beggar’s!’ but Hyun Jong didn’t hear him.

“Are you serious, Elder Hong?”

“Haha, Sect Leader, really.” Hong Daeguang replied with a bright smile. “Lies can only be told when the situation allows it. I never imagined the Sect Leader and the Mount Hua Divine Dragon would confront the Abbot of Shaolin so directly! It’s something I never dreamed of, so I can’t even make up a story. Haha!”

“Ahem! Ahem!”

“Ahem!”

Hyun Jong and Chung Myung cleared their throats.

The other Mount Hua disciples nodded in agreement with Hong Daeguang’s words.

“It’s a rare situation, indeed.”

“Very rare.”

“This is really unusual, isn’t it?”

“Quiet!”

“Quiet!”

The oldest and youngest members of the sect were ganging up on the others, but somehow, it seemed normal in Mount Hua.

“So, to summarize…” Hyun Jong asked Chung Myung in a heavy voice. “Because of the Yangtze situation and the Four Evil Sects, Shaolin can’t do anything right now, is that it?”

“Yes.” Chung Myung shrugged. “No need for complicated reasons. If it were easy, would that Abbot have rushed to Shaanxi?”

“So, it wasn’t a lie that they needed our help.”

“You could say that. Anyway, no matter how much hatred there is, they can’t do anything right now. They’ll be too busy with the fighting in the Yangtze.” Chung Myung chuckled.

“So, we just watch them fight and eat pancakes?”

“Hrmmm.” Hyun Jong nodded, looking worried.

It was bad that Shaolin had become a half-enemy, but it was lucky there was little chance of immediate trouble.

However, one worry led to another.

“Chung Myung-ah.”

“Yes?”

“Is there no way to stop the war?”

“Hrmmm.” Chung Myung looked at Hyun Jong strangely. Hyun Jong seemed to know what he would say and shook his head.

“I’m not saying we should get involved. I’m just curious.”

“Yes. If that’s the case, then…” Chung Myung paused, thinking, then shook his head. “Depending on Jang Il-so, it might be a big war or a small one, but there’s no stopping the fighting in the Yangtze.”

“Couldn’t the Namgung Clan withdraw now? You said the Abbot could persuade the Namgung Clan Lord, right?”

“Sect Leader.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know why a madman is called a madman?”

As Chung Myung smiled, ready to explain, Hyun Jong nodded.

“Hmm. I see.”

“Yes?”

“You mean they can’t be reasoned with.”

“Why do you understand? I haven’t even said anything yet?”

“Ahem. Well… I just know.”

It was good that Hyun Jong understood quickly. But it felt strange to be watched so closely while he was understanding.

“Anyway… Yes. They won’t listen.” Chung Myung nodded awkwardly.

“If the Abbot could control the Namgung Clan Lord, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Jo Gul asked curiously, “Is this happening because the Abbot is weak? Or is the Namgung Clan Lord too reckless?”

“Hmm. That’s a hard question… Half and half, maybe? No, the Abbot is more at fault.”

It wasn’t that he disliked Beop Jeong.

He was just imagining what would have happened if Chung Mun were in charge instead of Beop Jeong.

It was obvious.

He would have said, ‘Hehe. Clan Lord. Come over here,’ and dragged him over, then persuaded him with beautiful words and cooperation.

Of course, it would involve nagging and threats to beat him up if he acted up, but he would have gotten his way.

In the past, Chung Mun often solved problems by having gentle conversations with the parties involved, with Chung Myung sitting next to him.

Constantly poking and prodding someone who looked bored, deliberately annoying them…

‘Anyway.’

Namgung Hwang might be a mad dog to Beop Jeong, but he would be a puppy to Chung Mun. Everything is relative.

Therefore, Chung Myung blamed Beop Jeong for the situation. Incompetence isn’t a sin, but incompetence in a leader is.

“So, the war will break out.”

“Yes. Very likely.”

“Then, for now…” Hyun Jong looked thoughtful.

“Even though our relationship with Shaolin has gotten worse, wouldn’t it be better if the Nine Sects won? If the Four Evil Sects win, the people in the Yangtze will suffer too much.”

“Hmm. But that…”

“Hmm? Do you disagree?”

“No. It’s not that I disagree…” Chung Myung scratched his cheek. “It’s not that you’re wrong, but I don’t think it will turn out that way.”

“Why? Isn’t the Namgung Clan leading right now? They’ve been preparing for three years, defeated the pirates, and gained momentum, so wouldn’t that continue?”

“If the Namgung Clan had stayed in Gangbuk, maybe. But now they’ve boarded ships and entered the island, right?”

“That means they’re fighting in enemy territory. I know about land battles, naval battles, and aerial battles…”

“When did you?” Jo Gul interrupted, but Baek Cheon stroked his chin, finding it strange, and replied, “Actually, he’s right. He’s fought bandits in the mountains, pirates in the water, and Jang Il-so while falling off a cliff.”

“That’s true.”

Ha, these guys really don’t know anything.

Me, a hundred years ago?

I’ve mastered land battles, naval battles, aerial battles, underground battles, and underwater battles…!

“Fighting those who have mastered water combat is harder than you think.”

“But when we fought in the Yangtze before, it wasn’t a problem, was it?”

“That’s because they didn’t really intend to fight in the water.”

“Hrmmm.” Hyun Jong looked like he understood but didn’t quite.

It was hard for Chung Myung to explain the subtle difference. It wasn’t that important.

“You’ll see. I don’t dislike the Namgung Clan, so I’d prefer they won…”

Yoon Jong whispered to Baek Cheon, “If a guy who says he has no ill feelings kicks the young clan leader’s groin and tries to castrate him, how rotten is his personality?”

“Just accept it. It’s Chung Myung.”

Chung Myung glared at his fellow senior disciples, the Five Swords.

“Anyway… The real problem isn’t whether a war will break out.”

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“The problem is how the war is fought. If the Namgung Clan simply loses, it won’t be a big deal…” Chung Myung’s expression turned strange.

“If that’s not the case, it will be serious.”

“No, maybe…” Chung Myung’s mouth twisted.

“It might have already begun. The Black Dragon King wouldn’t be that patient.”

A thick darkness blanketed the Yangtze River. The water flowed silently, reflecting the faint moonlight like black glass. A cold wind blew, carrying the smell of damp earth and river water.

“Hrmm.”

A man stood on the riverbank, staring at the center of the river. Plum Blossom Island blazed with light. Torches and lanterns turned the night into day, casting long, dancing shadows across the water.

The place known as Plum Blossom Island.

The Namgung Clan, occupying Plum Blossom Island, kept the night bright in preparation for a night raid.

“Foolish bastard.”

A large man stood on the opposite riverbank.

The Black Dragon King looked at Plum Blossom Island and laughed.

“Emperor Sword Namgung Hwang. He has skill, but he’s too simple to lead a clan. Daring to face me on the Yangtze River.”

During the Yangtze River Catastrophe, he couldn’t do anything. He faced not only the Namgung Clan.

If the Namgung Clan, Shaolin, Wudang, Qingcheng, Mount Hua, and the Green Forest were all attacking, even the Dragon King couldn’t stop them.

But now, only the Namgung Clan had invaded the Yangtze River.

“It seems that the experience has made them arrogant.”

It was good, but also insulting.

But this feeling would be more pleasant when the Yangtze River was dyed red with their blood.

“We need to show them how scary the river is. Let’s begin.”

“Yes! Black Dragon King!”

As soon as the Black Dragon King spoke, a group of people hidden behind him appeared.

“Let them know the fear of not having their feet on the ground.”

The pirates silently submerged into the river.

“Foolish bastard.” The Black Dragon King stroked his long beard.

“The Namgung Clan is quite a catch. Now… Lian Zhu. You’ll have to pay a lot, right?”

His sinister laughter spread softly into the silent Yangtze River.