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Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 256

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Didn’t they say that misfortune and good fortune always go together?

Hyun Sang understood exactly what that meant.

He couldn’t have asked for a more pleasant blessing. Now that the martial arts of Mount Hua, which he thought were extinct, have reappeared.

Of course, not all of their previous martial arts have returned, but the martial arts they have secured this time have successfully rebuilt Mount Hua’s framework.

More than 20 sword art methods have been obtained, with the exception of the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword method obtained as an illustration book.

He is not tired despite not sleeping, and he is not hungry despite not eating.

The sight of all the treasure chests laid out enchants him. No amount of alcohol could have gotten him this drunk.

These books, however, were also the source of misfortune.

“Plu-Plum Blossom Sanshou (梅花散手)…… First of all, the advanced level!”


The martial artists grab the Plum Blossom Sanshou and sprint to one side. (Also the same as above.)

“How much is this?”

“Ten volumes!”

“Yes! I’ll get started right away.”

“Please do.”

At that moment, the martial artist looked into Hyun Sang’s eyes and began rhyming.

“By the way… Gakju nim. Shouldn’t you take a little break? It’s already been four days” (Probably Martial Hall Head title. Earlier martial artist character says mungak, so that could be mean that they are a martial artist of Martial Hall)

“It’s fine, I’m not even halfway done yet. How am I supposed to rest? The Sect Leader is doing such a good job to get us at this point, you punk.”

“You’re harming your health like this. I’ll tell the Sect Leader.”

“No, it’s not the problem even if the Sect Leader asks me. Do you think I can fall asleep now?”

Looking at Hyun Sang’s bloodshot eyes, the martial hall (which Next will refer to as Mungak ) nodded unconsciously.

The issue was straightforward.

It was necessary to check and classify these books after acquiring many martial art methods in a short time.

What is the purpose of this procedure?

A place known as the prestigious sect has dozens, if not hundreds, of different types of martial arts.

Isn’t it said that close to a thousand kinds of martial arts, including the Seventy-Two Unique Martial Art (칠십이종절예(七十二種絶藝)), are kept in that janggyeonggak in Shaolin?

A human’s ability, however, has a limit. A person cannot master all 1,000 martial arts simply because there are 1,000 of them.

As a result, each sect was supposed to establish a system of martial arts that the disciples essentially had to learn and choose martial arts that could be learned together based on their aptitude and ability.

Mount Hua must also acquire a system of learning that he has acquired during this time. And, of course, the footless Hyun Sang was in charge of the entire Mount Hua anarchy.

“Ugh, when are we going to finish all this?”

Of course, this is no easy task.

Many of these martial art manuals are difficult to identify and reorganize, but the bigger issue is that the level of the manual has exceeded the limit that Hyun Sang can handle.

Each one is a new and advanced martial art that Hyun Sang has never seen before.

Hyun Sang would have to wrap his head around it and decide, but he has no idea which is better or more basic. How could he possibly?

Hyun Sang rubbed his chin with both of his hands.

His bloodshot eyes fixate on the remaining books.

It was back then.

“How are you?”

As he walks in through the Martial Hall door, Hyun Young looks at Hyun Sang.

“… It’s difficult.”

“Well, you don’t look like a man. Your head had turned whiter. Take a break and do it.”

“Do I have time for that? Even Sect Leader can’t sleep.”

“Tsk tsk tsk tsk, so why don’t you throw away that useless pride?”


Hyun Young nodded again when Hyun Sang asked.

“Why would Sahyung need to think hard? All you have to do is call Chung Myung and tell him to do it.”


‘Chung Myung?

‘Why is Chung Myung’s name mentioned?

“Chung Myung……?”

“Chung Myung is stronger than Sahyung.”


Hyun Sang closed his mouth.


‘That is correct, but…… It’s…….’

It’s unmistakable.

He didn’t try to think about it, but isn’t everyone now implicitly recognizing Chung Myung as Mount Hua’s highest martial artist?

“But this is about classifying Mount Hua’s martial art. So…….”

“Sahyung, Sahyung, stop being so frustrated.”


“Sahyung doesn’t know anything about these martial arts.”


“It is a matter of accepting and understanding the new knowledge. Will the old like us do well? Wouldn’t the smart little boy do well? Don’t suffer for nothing, just look for Chung Myung.”

Hyun Sang burst out laughing every time he saw Hyun Young open his mouth, looking for Chung Myung.

“Hehe. It is as if Chung Myung was some kind of goblin, you’re looking for him whenever you need something.”

“Don’t even bring anything stupid like a goblin. If you beat a goblin a hundred times, will they get a copy of the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword?”

“… indeed.”

It’s truly amazing, come to think of it.

Whenever Chung Myung touches something, Mount Hua develops at an incredible rate. Compared to just two and a half years ago and now, the word “Mount Hua” has changed to the point of overshadowing the past.

“So Sahyung, don’t be ridiculous and find Chung Myung.”

“What do you mean looking for him? Did he go anywhere?”

“I can’t see this guy. I don’t know where he went. I even picked up a carp.”

‘……please stop feeding him.’

‘He’ll roll around,’


The hem of his clothing fluttered in the wind.

Chung Myung was relaxing on the roof of the White Plum Dormitory for the first time in a long time.

‘Oh, I think I’ll make it.’

He’s actually been too preoccupied. After finishing closed training, he hasn’t gotten much sleep since leaving White Plum Dormitory. Sichuan to Yunnan, from Namyung to Shaanxi. Didn’t he almost run into Jungwon?

‘I did everything I was supposed to do.’

He compensated for their lack of internal strength by teaching them martial arts. And by appeasing (?) Baek Chun, he created an environment in which he could practice alone.

It is safe to say that the first goal he set for himself when he returned to Mount Hua has now been met.

‘How about we mess around for a while?’

Training is not always something that should be pushed. Adequate rest is sometimes preferable to intense training.

‘Only for a month….’ Nope, only for 15 days….. .’


Chung Myung noticed a stranger entering the gate at the time.

He is not, however, a disciple of Mount Hua.

“It’s a beggar, isn’t it?”

Chung Myung leans back in his chair.

‘What kind of beggar is on Mount Hua?’ No, hold on a second. I believe I saw it somewhere? ‘

“Mount Hua Divine Dragon!”

The beggar who discovered Chung Myung lying on the roofs arrived just in time.

His eyesight is also excellent.


The beggar, who had jumped to the roof at once, frowned and screamed.

“You bastard! How could you do this to me?”

“…Who are you?”


The beggar’s face darkened and turned red.

“It’s me, you bastard! Hong Dae-gwang!”

“Uh… so…?”

Hong Dae-gwang tapped his chest as if frustrated when Chung Myung showed signs that he still didn’t know.

“It’s Hong Dae-gwang, who used to be the head of Beggar Union’s branch in Nakyang! Did this guy lose his mind when he said he went to Yunnan?”

“Aaahh, Beggar Ahjussi?”

“Yeah! Beggar… Don’t call me that, you bastard!”

Chung Myung glowed as he gazed at Hong Dae-gwang.

In Sword Tomb, he had a good relationship with Hong Dae-gwang.

“But what brings you here?”

“Didn’t you hear that?”


“Oh, I guess the Sect Leader didn’t tell you. Didn’t you ask me to build a branch in Huayin before?”

“I asked for a few beggars. I didn’t ask you to build a branch.”

“If there are several beggars, that’s already a branch. What’s the big deal of the branch? If you set up a hut and beggars sit down, that’s enough to be a branch.”


‘That’s true.’

“So what?”

“I’m here to open the branch in Huayin.”

“…do you really have to?”

“What do you mean by that, you punk! I had a hard time getting permission.”

Hong Dae-gwang was resentful, but Chung Myung still cast a glum glance.

Hong Dae-gwang, who was crying again at the sign of dissatisfaction, burst into anger.

“Shouldn’t you be happy! You should be happy!”

“No…… I don’t have to…All beggars are the same.”

“It’s not like a normal beggar, it’s different! This is a person who has always been expected in Beggar Union!”

“It seems that Beggar Union is lacking talent then.”


Hong Dae-gwang clenched his fists.

‘I can’t beat him.’

It’s good that he doesn’t get beaten up, let braved against him.

Hong Dae-gwang is fair quite a bit in Beggar Union, but this monster is no joke. Wasn’t he the one who used to fight with the elder of Wudang in Sword Tomb back then?

“And now that I see you, are you serious?”


“There’s a rumor that you won against the elders of the Tang family. It’s absurd information, and we’re still checking the truth in Beggar Union.”

“Oh, that.”

“Yes! Is it true?”

Chung Myung looked at Hong Dae-gwang with a sullen face and extended one hand forward.


“No matter how poor you are, eating raw is your daily routine, but shouldn’t you pay for it when you get information? This man didn’t give information for free. We need to make sure the deal is clear.”

“You’ll be struck by lightning! Are you trying to extort money from a beggar?”

“That’s convenient. Sometimes you are a beggar, sometimes an informant. Let’s just do one, just one. Don’t put on two legs and change whenever you need it.”


Hong Dae-gwang made a groaning sound, took out a gourd on his waist, and held it out to Chung Myung.

“Here you go.”

“What is it?”

“Can’t you see? It’s alcohol!”

“I like money.”

“There’s nothing to eat and die for, you bastard! Every time you want an information from Beggar Union, if you want to pay, I’ll bring it personally to you!”

“Ei. Who told you that? Hehe.”

When Chung Myung grinned, Hong Dae-gwang smacked his lips.


Where did this young-faced chubby boy get his inspiration? Why is he so sly?

“You didn’t drink it, did you?”

“It’s new! New!”

“Thank you for the meal.”

Chung Myung opened the cap of the bottle and gulped it down. It was so refreshing and sweet that everyone who saw it was drooling.

“Keuh! That’s nice.”

“Keh, yet you call yourself Taoist…….”

Hong Dae-gwang quickly continued his words again.

“You have drink it, so tell me the truth. Is it true?”

“Well, I did beat up one of the Elder.”

“… It’s true. Oh my God.”

Hong Dae-gwang looked at Chung Myung in dismay.

‘What the hell with this guy?’

He thought the man was a monster even when he fought Wudang’s elder in Sword Tomb, but now he took it one step further and won a battle against the elders of the Tang Family.

If Hong Dae-gwang hadn’t seen Chung Myung with his own eyes, he would have blown away the beggar’s ear that gave this information.

‘I’ve seen it, so there’s no reason not to believe it.’

No, more than anything, that nonchalant look is even more absurd. To this guy, defeating the elders of the Tang family seemed like nothing.

‘No, maybe it’s actually nothing.’

It was Hong Dae-gang, who was bewildered at how to report this situation to his superiors.

Then Chung Myung said casually.

“But why are you here?”

“Oh! That’s right!”

Hong Dae-gwang quickly put strength on his shoulders and looked directly at him and said,

“Hurry up and thank this old man. I brought important information.”


“It’s something that Mount Hua will know soon, but…….”

“Well, the stakes won’t go up if you take a long time, so just tell me quickly.”


‘It’s like he doesn’t have a cute corner at all.’

Hong Dae-gwang murmured inside and uttered.

“The Shaolin has moved!”

“…What about it?”

“The Shaolin moved!”

“So what about it?”


Chung Myung was looking his way with a more sullen face than before. Hong Dae-gwang opened his eyes in disbelief.

“Uh……. Shaolin, who had been holding her breath for a while, moved?”

‘You bastard, don’t you know what it means that the Shaolin has moved?’

Just as Hong Dae-gwang was about to add a word, Chung Myung said in a nonchalant tone.

“It looks like they have something to pick up and eat.”


“That’s the way they are. Usually, they pretend to be all serious, but when they find something to eat, they come running to the edge of their stomach.”


Hong Dae-gwang’s eyes trembled.

He’s the only one in the world who speaks of Shaolin this way.

“So what, how did they move?”

“……It looks like they are going to have a competition.”

“What? A competition?”

It was only then that Chung Myung seemed to show interest. Hong Dae-gwang nodded his head broadly and added.

“Yes, I think they are going to have a big Murim competition! You’re saying that you’re going to blow up a cabbage from Soongsan Mountain”

“What’s going to open?”

Chung Myung’s eyes, which had been calm so far, changed instantly.


“A Murim Tournament?”


“So, a Duel Competition.”

“That’s right.”

“…a Duel Competition where all Ten Great Sect participate?”

“It’s a Duel Competition held by Shaolin Sect, so of course it is…..”

At that moment, Chung Myung rushed at him and grabbed him by the collar.

Hong Dae-gwang flinched with fear.

“Why -Why are you doing this?”



“Where’s the invitation?”


Chung Myung’s eyes had long since gone completely insane.

“Whatever Murim Competition or whatnot, where is the invitation so that I could participate!”

‘I’m in trouble, you bastards!’

‘You’ll pull my hair out!’

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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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