Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 939

Beopjeong jumped. His feet hit the ground hard after a long leap.

Mountains and rivers were nothing to him. He jumped over them quickly, always moving forward.

Behind him ran a group of monks. They wore yellow robes, the color of Shaolin.

The Shaolin Three Hundred Warrior Monks. Anyone who saw them would be scared. This was the power of Shaolin.

But…

The monks behind Beopjeong looked very pale. They did not look like strong Shaolin warriors. Their legs shook as they ran. They looked like they might break.

Beopgye, right behind Beopjeong, called out in a strained voice.

“Master! The disciples can’t endure any longer. Please slow down!”

Beopjeong quickly turned his head. His face showed stark rage, not concern.

“I cannot slow down.”

“There will be stragglers!”

“I don’t care!”

At that fierce voice, Beopgye flinched.

Beopjeong’s tightly clenched lips showed his resolve.

“Those who fall behind will be left behind. They can join us later at the Yangtze River! What is important now is to reach the Yangtze as quickly as possible!”

“But…”

“This is a matter of utmost urgency!”

“But Master! Even if we arrive at the Yangtze, what good will it do if the disciples are too exhausted to fight!”

“I said it will be fine!”

Beopjeong said firmly.

“Unless the Namgung Clan isn’t there, we don’t need our full strength as long as Namgung is present. Overwhelming the Surochae will be enough!”

“…That is true, but…”

“So, stop your useless chatter and pick up the pace!”

“…Understood!”

A fierce light blazed from Beopjeong’s eyes.

‘I can’t let this continue.’

He had already made several mistakes. If the situation worsened, it might become irreversible. He could no longer stand by and watch Shaolin’s reputation fall during his time.

Crisis is always an opportunity.

The current situation was terrible, but if Shaolin could arrive at the Yangtze in time, defeat the Surochae, and rescue the Namgung Clan, they could fix the situation quickly.

That was why Beopjeong couldn’t miss this opportunity. He absolutely couldn’t.

‘Faster!’

He just needed to arrive before Jang Il-so.

Power is always relative. Shaolin couldn’t face the entire Sa-Paeryeon alone. But what if the opponent was just the Surochae?

Without even waiting for the Gongdong or the Peng Clan, they could control the Yangtze by joining forces with Namgung.

Or, even if that was difficult, it was possible to evacuate the Namgung Clan from that island without any losses.

Then, they could wait for the other sects to join and deal with the aftermath.

The most important thing now was to reach the Yangtze before Maninbang.

“Hurry, now!”

“Yes!”

Shaolin, a yellow streak, ran towards the Yangtze.

Meanwhile, far away at Hwasan, a different kind of urgency was brewing.

Hyun Jong spoke slyly. Chung Myung’s round cheeks puffed out like balloons. They twisted and then swelled up again. They looked like they were throbbing.

Baek Cheon thought, ‘His cheeks are going to burst!’

Yoon Jong whispered, ‘He’s in front of the Sect Leader, he won’t do anything.’

Jo Gul said, ‘No, they really look like they will burst!’

But the cheeks that had been puffed up slowly went down, and the veins disappeared.

Chung Myung thought, ‘I will stay calm.’

Hyun Jong watched him and thought, ‘Ooh, Chung Myung is getting better at controlling his anger! I am so proud of him!’

Hyun Jong cleared his throat. He had been watching Chung Myung.

“So, you are saying we don’t *have* to go?”

“It’s not that I *want* to go. But we are Hwasan, a good sect. We can’t just say no to helping people.”

Chung Myung looked down. He saw a letter on the tea table.

“So…”

“Yes, yes.”

“Uncle Dang, or rather, the Dang Clan Leader.”

“That’s right.”

“So, they asked for help?”

“Exactly!”

Hyun Jong nodded, his face brightening.

“So, you want to go?”

“Well, it’s not about what I *want*. We already said we would help, remember?”

“It’s not about getting something back. It’s about keeping our promise. We have to go, right?”

This time, veins began to rise in Chung Myung’s eyes. Hyun Jong looked up at the ceiling. He was the Sect Leader, but he was afraid to look at Chung Myung’s face at times like this.

“Ugh…”

Chung Myung groaned.

The situation was simple. Chung Myung had said that he would never get involved in the Yangtze River’s affairs. Hwasan is led by Hyun Jong, not Chung Myung. But if Chung Myung had a good reason, Hyun Jong would listen to him.

But now, a letter came from the Yangtze River. It gave Hyun Jong a reason to go, even if Chung Myung didn’t want to.

“They need more people to move the people of the Yangtze…?”

“That’s what they say.”

Chung Myung rubbed his face roughly.

“Ugh, I should not have said anything! My big mouth is the problem!”

And he began to slap his mouth. Baek Cheon watched and scratched his chin.

‘So, we are going to the Yangtze after all,’ Baek Cheon thought.

Chung Myung had said something like this to Tang Gunak before.

– Even if it’s impossible for Mu Han, there will be people living in the Yangtze River area who will move to Sichuan if we provide them with adequate support.

Tang Gunak was worried about leaving the people he was helping in the Yangtze River area to go back to Sichuan. So, they made a deal. The Dang Clan would leave the Yangtze River. In return, Hwasan would help move people from the Yangtze River to Sichuan. Hwasan would support them there.

Tang Gunak agreed to Chung Myung’s plan. They were already moving people from the Yangtze River to Sichuan.

But…

“No! They can’t need more people! It’s the Dang Clan! They are a big group! Not just a few families living together!”

“…Has the situation changed?”

“Aoh! Those damn Namgung people! They’re never helpful! I should have destroyed them all!”

Jo Gul whispered to Yoon Jong.

“When is ‘back then’?”

Yoon Jong replied, “Probably the Yangtze River Catastrophe? And he’s saying such strong things! But that’s Chung Myung.”

Usually, Chung Myung would glare at Yoon Jong. But he was too upset to do that now.

The situation in the Yangtze River was changing faster than he thought. He had expected the Surochae to take Mae Hwa Island, but Chung Myung hadn’t thought about ‘that madman’ when he made the plan.

Because of something unexpected, things were happening much faster than Chung Myung thought. About a month faster.

In other words…

“Before, they thought they had about a month to move everyone. But things in the Yangtze River changed. It was getting worse faster. So, they had to move faster. And more people wanted to move to Sichuan because they were scared.”

“We are partly responsible for this. And this move is not just for the Dang Clan. It’s for the Cheonwu Alliance. I am the leader of the Alliance. I can’t just leave all the work to the Dang Clan Leader and do nothing.”

“Sect Leader.”

“Hmm?”

“…You just want to go and help, don’t you?”

“(Hyun Jong coughed to hide his smile)”

‘Anyway, this old man becomes so kind when he hears about ordinary people.’

He’s so kind. But…

‘That’s what’s good about him.’

Chung Myung liked Hyun Jong’s kindness. He respected it more than anything. Being kind without knowing is stupidity, but being kind even when you know is something great.

“So, we should say yes to their request for help.”

Hyun Jong was still worried because Chung Myung looked angry. He added quickly.

“Remember, we are not going to fight in the Yangtze River. We are just going to help move people. The Shaolin and other sects are busy fighting. They won’t have time to help ordinary people.”

“…That monk can’t usually pay attention to such things. He doesn’t have the sense for it.”

“…That’s right. He doesn’t have the sense for it.”

Yoon Jong quietly asked Baek Cheon.

“Does the Sect Leader even understand what Chung Myung is saying about the Shaolin leader?”

Baek Cheon shrugged. “Probably not.”

Hyun Jong realized he had said something bad about the Shaolin leader. He carefully asked Chung Myung again.

“So, shouldn’t we do something before the damage gets worse…?”

Chung Myung sighed deeply.

‘I didn’t even think about the ordinary people getting hurt.’

This war was likely to get much bigger than he thought. If so, who would suffer the most? Shaolin? Surochae? Namgung Clan? Or Maninbang?

Not at all.

The ordinary people living near the Yangtze River would suffer the most. The martial artists fighting had their own reasons and chose to fight, so they knew the risks. But what did the ordinary people do to deserve being caught up in the war?

That was why Hyun Jong was acting like this. To reduce the number of deaths.

“Chung Myung-ah.”

“Chung Myung-ah!”

“Okay, okay! I heard you!”

Chung Myung shouted, annoyed. He glared at everyone.

“Instead! No matter what happens, I will not get involved in the war in the Yangtze River! Absolutely! Even if those bastards attack first, I will run away, I will never fight! I will never help that Shaolin monk, even if I die!”

“Of course, of course! That’s right! This is just to help the ordinary people, isn’t it! I don’t want to fight at all. Not even a little!”

“Tsk!”

Chung Myung looked at everyone with angry eyes and turned away.

‘Fools.’

They were the kind of people who became kind as soon as they heard that ordinary people were in danger. He had told them to think of themselves first, but they didn’t listen.

But…

‘Yes. That’s what Hwasan should be.’

That must have been what Hyun Jong meant. Hwasan had to help in order to be Hwasan.

“I understand.”

“Oh!”

“Let’s go! We just need to go quickly and move the people!”

“Yes, yes!”

“Aish. Really! What’s going to happen…”

Before Chung Myung could complain again, Hyun Jong shouted.

“Hyun Young! Hyun Sang!”

“Yes, Sect Leader!”

“Prepare all the disciples! We will leave for the Yangtze River right away. Remember, the sooner we arrive, the more people we can save!”