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Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 223

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The Mount Hua disciples’ expressions were ecstatic.

‘Plum Blossom Sword Saint.’

‘I can’t believe he was that good….!’

Mount Hua’s pride, of course, is Plum Blossom Sword Saint.

However, it is only within Mount Hua, and the Plum Blossom Sword Saint of Mount Hua is not well-known elsewhere. Didn’t they hear that Plum Blossom Sword Saint wasn’t as good as Wudang’s Sword when they met him the other day?

The pride of Mount Hua.

But in this faraway Yunnan, that pride was recognized.

Baek Chun reached out and grabbed a glass of Dowon Hyang wine, which he drank all at once.


He feels awakened as the fragrant aroma spreads in his mouth.

It’s difficult to keep his proud chest and rising shoulders in check. When was the last time Mount Hua received so much attention?

Mount Hua also has a disciple named Baek Chun.

How could he not be pleased to learn that Mount Hua’s ancestor was so illustrious?


‘Let’s get this party started.’

He might mistake it for something if they say anything that makes him feel good. Namman Yasugung Clan is here. Yasugung ju, no matter how friendly he is, never knows when he will change.


It was the moment Baek Chun raised his head to discuss something.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.


“Oh my God! I’m getting drunk today!”

Chung Myung completely depleted Dowon Hyan.

Baek Chun’s expression goes blank.

‘In front of Yasugung ju.’

Is it really okay that it’s in front of Yasugung ju and not anyone else?

“Keuh! The food is good too. I think I’m gonna get a little drunk today.”

“Hahahaha! You’re so full of energy! I like it! Yeah, let’s get drunk today! Hey, Dowon Hyang! Bring out more Dowon Hyang!”

“Gu- Gungju nim.”

Gung Do, who was standing to the side, said in a hushed tone.

“I have brought all Dowon Hyang in the warehouse.”

“Really? Then bring out all Dowon Hyang in the treasury! There should be two boxes of Dowon Hyang left!”

“Well, that’s for Gungju nim grandchild’s wedding…….”

“What a fool!”


Yasugung ju lands on the table.

The table then floats into the air before landing again.

Meanwhile, Chung Myung grabbed the bottle like a ghost to keep the valuable alcohol from spilling.

Baek Chun tightly closed his eyes at sight.

He’s not sure whether to admire the power that strikes this massive table and floats it into the air without using internal strength or the table that withstood the fist.

No, for the time being, he is more impressed with the jerk in charge of the alcohol.

“Now the descendants of Plum Blossom Sword Saint are here. Is marriage a problem?”

“Bu- But!”

“This guy?”

Yasugung ju’s were swollen with blood.

“You fool! Don’t you hold a memorial service every year at the shrine of Plum Blossom Sword Saint?”

“Of course, he is a hero and saint of Yunnan!”

“If I don’t treat them wholeheartedly, what will he say to me in the afterlife? Should I not have something to say when I see him?”


Chung Myung repeatedly nodded.

Of course, he does not treat Plum Blossom Sword Saint’s descendants well, but he does treat Plum Blossom Sword Saint well.

It’s a little unusual, but what’s the big deal? It is preferable to treat him rather than his heirs. Yasugung ju will be even more proud if he goes to the underworld and discovers this situation.

“Come on! Now!”

“Yes, Gungju nim!”

When Gungdo, who couldn’t win, started to rush, Yasugung ju laughed.

“That’s an ugly thing to see.”

“What do you mean ugly? You’re making such a big fuss.”

“Huh? Is that so? Hahahaha! I’m getting more and more fond of you.”

“I like Gungju nim. Let’s have a drink.”

Chung Myung extended his hand to Yasugung ju, holding a bottle of Dowon Hwang. Then, with his other hand, he picked up a new bottle.

“Ho? With the bottle? Yes, yes! Can a man drink with a small glass? This is a man who knows Path of Wine (酒道).”

“Keuh. I’m a Taoist, and I’m well versed in all sorts of ways.”

“What? Hahahahaha! Good! Very good! Well, why don’t we have a drink with this Taoist?”

Chung Myung and Yasugung ju start drinking their bottles simultaneously.

Mount Hua’s disciples stood motionless, neither crying nor laughing.

‘That’s a good match.’

‘It’s like a father and son who separated and then reconnected.’

‘He ought to have been born in Yunnan!’

When Baek Chun noticed the two people exchanging alcohol, he secretly opened his mouth.

“By the way, Gungju nim.”


Yasugung ju shifts his gaze.

Baik Chun, startled by his large eyes and enormous size, took a deep breath and continued.

“Is everything you just said true?”

“What do you mean? Are you talking about the story of Plum Blossom Sword Saint?”

“Yes, Gungju nim.”

“Is that what Mount Hua’s disciple should ask me?”

“Ei. Is there something you should be mad about?”

“Huh? Yeah, that’s right! Hahaha!”

Yasugung ju burst out laughing.

“Of course, I didn’t see his performance with my own eyes. However, that fact is known not only to the former Yasugung ju but also to the entire Yunnan.”

Baek Chun slightly tilts his head.

“If Plum Blossom Sword Saint was so great as Gungju said, why is it rarely talked about in Jungwon?”


Yasugung ju slams the bottle into the table with his hand.

The disciples of Baek Chun and Mount Hua flinched and drew back.

Their hearts flutter whenever he does something, whether it’s because of that body or because of Yasugung ju’s noble status.

Yasugung ju yelled, his eyes gleaming. A painfully loud voice spreads throughout the room.

“Because those d*mn bastards have implicitly turned it into nothing!”

Yasugung ju pounded his chest, as if he was even angrier.

“History is history only when it is talked about! History is not just about what happened! What happens becomes history only when it is told!”

Yasugung ju’s fierce face revealed a surprising range of emotions. He felt sorry for Baek Chun.

“I’ve heard that things are not very good in Mount Hua.”


“It was supposed to be Mount Hua. That’s how much your ancestors have done. But Mount Hua lost neither the man nor the power to say it.”

Yasugung ju took a new bottle of wine, opened it, and drank it down.

“So it’s inevitable that it won’t be talked about. History belongs to the winner. If there is no winner to tell the truth, the hounds take the credit. This wouldn’t have happened if Jungwon and Yunnan hadn’t cut ties! It’s all because of those f*cking Jungwon people. I wouldn’t be satisfied even if I grind them all!”


‘I’m sorry, but we’re Jungwon people as well.’

‘I can’t talk because I’m so nervous. YasuGungju nim.’

Yasugung ju was furious on behalf of Mount Hua, but Chung Myung drank alcohol as if nothing had happened. And he pondered.

‘But that isn’t the only reason.’

It is because of the accomplishment.

Suppose Chung Myung admits that he played a significant role in the war and ultimately contributed significantly to the defeat of the Heavenly Demon. In that case, Jungwon will be unable to leave the fallen Mount Hua alone.

It is because it is impossible for those prestigious sects that advocate justice to ignore their opponent’s accomplishments.

On the other hand, those who had just ended the war couldn’t possibly have any energy left. So it would be more like an implicit agreement to remove the grace itself, rather than the fact that Mount Hua’s achievement is not acknowledged.

That’s how the world works.

Someone, if only one person.

‘Don’t you think we owe Mount Hua something?’

That could have happened if someone had said it. But no one said anything like that.

Chung Myung laughed.

What can he anticipate? Murim is an initially heartless world. Those who remember this fact and have even built a shrine to thank them are exceptional.

Yasugung ju grumbled.

“The war has taken much from us. If Plum Blossom Sword Saint hadn’t made his way through the war, the history of Murim would have been reorganized around Mount Hua….. He has gone so far and didn’t get what they deserved.”

Baek Chun shut his eyes.

He recognizes Plum Blossom Sword Saint’s greatness. Even Mount Hua had no idea how great their forefathers were.

In this remote land of Yunnan, they are greeted by a forgotten history.

“Namman Yasugung Clan and Mount Hua Sect. Too much was lost in the war. And we are still suffering from the wound.”

Yasugung ju takes up the bottle and pours it into the glasses of Mount Hua’s disciples.

“Take it. I give you this drink as a man in the same boat. It is not a liquor given by Master of Namman Yasugung Clan, but by a colleague with a heartbreaking history.”

The disciples of Mount Hua drank from Yasugung ju with both hands.

They drank without saying anything.

They look at Yasugung ju with a touched expression after emptying the glass.

“The world is heartless. You must be in a lot of pain.”

“No, not really.”


Chung Myung speaks casually, holding the bottle to his mouth and drinking it all at once.


His bottle landed with a thud on the table.

“It’s even weirder to think that you’ll be rewarded for all the work you’ve done.”


“I’m sure that guy didn’t do it to be rewarded.”

“That guy! He is our ancestors!”

“Tha- That snout of yours is just!”

“Hey, you punk!”

“Oh, right.”

Chung Myung scratched the back of his neck.

‘I can’t tell Sahyung I’m the guy.’

Oh, it’s that good?

He was, after all, the real person. Chung Myung smiled and went on.

“Anyway, the past is just the past. What can I do if I stand up and scream for unfairness? It’s already over.”


“The important thing is the present. We just need to make Mount Hua the best in our generation. Then, of course, the past will also be recognized. History belongs to the winner!”

Yasugung ju looks quietly at Chung Myung. The corners of his mouth then twitched.

“Yes, that’s all it matters. That’s enough.”

Chung Myung was slapped on the back by Yasugung ju, who had unexpectedly released a small voice.

“Hahahahaha! The more I hear it, the more I like it! They are indeed descendants of Plum Blossom Sword Saint!”


Yasugung ju, who has no idea that his simple hand gesture is about to send not just a descendant of Plum Blossom Sword Saint, but the Plum Blossom Sword Saint himself, burst out laughing as if dying of joy.

Chung Myung speculated that the strong muscles of those beasts were designed to withstand this touch.

“Oh, that’s right.”

Yasugung ju looks at Chung Myung with his head turned.

“Come to think of it, I forgot to ask. Why did you come all the way to Yunnan? It would never have been a short road from Shaanxi to here.”

“Oh, yes. I was going to tell you that.”


“Is there a grass called Jamokcha?”


Yasugung ju leans back in his chair.

“Jamokcha. Jamokcha….. I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Don’t you know?”

Chung Myung smirked.

This is a problem if Yasugung ju is unaware.

“Don’t look at me like that. I am Yasugung ju, but I don’t know everything about Yunnan. What’s more, I’m a person who doesn’t care about small things like that.”

‘Oh, he does look like that.’

Someone who is busy bulking up is unlikely to be interested in the name of a plant.

“Don’t worry! I’ll get my men to find out about Jamokcha tomorrow!”

“Keuh, to that extent!”

“Hahaha! The descendant of Plum Blossom Sword Saint is here. Can’t I do that much? Let’s stop worrying! Eat and drink! It’s a good day! It’s such a great day! Hahahahaha! Here, take it!”

Chung Myung and Yasugung ju took up another liquor bottle, tilted their heads back, and began drinking it all at once.

As he noticed the resemblance, Baek Chun sighed.

‘I heard there’s only one person in the world who looks like you…’

Of course, it’s not the same, but he never imagined meeting someone like Chung Myung.

Things are going well because of him.

“Oh, Young Taoist is a strong drinker.”

“Don’t you know how to drink?”

“What? Haha? ”

Yasugung ju reached for the bottle.

“Come on, come on!” Let’s see what happens today! ”

“Hey. You’re going to be embarrassed in front of your men.”

“I’ve never lost a drinking contest in my life!”

“That’s the same for me.”



The alcohol began to run out at an alarming rate.

The other disciples began to relax and drink comfortably as well, because it is impolite to refuse to drink in a place where they have been invited as guests.

“Then, Plum Blossom Sword Saint!”



Mount Hua’s disciples believed they could not participate in that conversation.

Return of Mount Hua Sect

Return of Mount Hua Sect

Return of the Blossoming Blade, Return of the Huashan Sect, Return of the Mount Hua Sect, RMHS
Score 9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2019 Native Language: Korean
The 13th generation disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Three Great Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Saint, Chung Myung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, Chung Myung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect.


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