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Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 263

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“……there are too many people.”

“I’m about to get motion sickness.”

The disciples of Mount Hua looked around, exhausted.

However, the more they walk, the more people notice them.

“Stop acting like a countryside villager and shut up!”

When Baek Chun said it, the second-class disciples pouted.

“Isn’t it true that we came from a village? Huayin is a village.”

“Huayin can be said a city.”

“You didn’t see Nakyang at all, did you?”

“…You can’t compare it to Nakyang.”

Shaking his head, Baek Chun

But it wasn’t that he couldn’t understand Saje’s reactions.

‘It must be fascinating.’

Most second or third-class disciples have lived on Mount Hua since they were very young. Would it ever be possible to see people swarming around?

“I thought of an elegant temple because it was called Shaolin. This is…….”

Jo Gol responded to Baek Sang’s words with a bitter smile.

“It is the most famous temple in the world. It is a place where they can claim to be the wealthiest sect in the world with just the tax paid by the merchant. How can it be quiet?”


“Famous sect make money by staying still. It means that Martial Art is not the only reason why sects want to prove their strength.”

“That’s right.”

Hyun Jong, who was sitting in the front row, nodded quietly as well.

It most emphatically is.

Even in the case of Mount Hua, they were completely free of financial difficulties after winning the Conference.

What would Shaolin be like if Mount Hua looked like that?

‘So they can hold this competition.’

True, the number of people participating is limited to gold or silver invitations, but how many sects worldwide are considered prestigious?

Even if this is not the case, the number of people who come to compete will be in the thousands.

Even if only local visitors or spectators were responsible for their lodging and meals, it was difficult to feed and house those who had been invited to stay here.

Shaolin is accomplishing feats that Mount Hua can only dream of.

“I can see how great this competition is. Just seeing so many people climb up to Seongsan Mountain is one of the reasons.”

“It hasn’t happened in a hundred years.”

“Even so, today is not the day for the sparring event.”

“We have nothing to do, but coming first means we can go ahead and look for a good spot.”

“Um, indeed.”

Sure enough.

They can hear the murmur of those who witnessed their ascent of the mountain.

“Where is it? They should be quite a famous sect if they had been invited.”

“Well…was there a sect who used plum blossoms as a symbol?”

“Plum blossom? That’s right. It’s Mount Hua!”

“Mount Hua?”

“You know what? They used to be great.”

The shape of Baek Chun’s face is slightly distorted.

‘Was it used to be?’

‘It’s still going great, you punk!’

He wanted to say something, but arguing with onlookers is never good.

And, thankfully, he heard some good sounds.

“I heard they’re in good spirits these days. Some say they won against Wudang.”

“Ei, no way.”

“It’s a rumor, a rumor,” says Kangho, “but rumors about Kangho aren’t going away.”

“Isn’t it true that there’s nothing to believe as much as Kangho rumors?”

“That’s true.”

Baek Chun slightly raised the corners of his lips.

“But even so. Who’s going to match the Ten Great Sect and the Great Five Family? This time, even participating holds enough meaning.”

They were speaking quietly and secretly, but it sounded too clear for Mount Hua’s disciples, who were raised by Chung Myung’s ruthlessness and thirst for power under the guise of training.

The enraged second-class disciples turned their heads.

But at the time.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going up?”

Chung Myung, who was carrying his luggage in the back, savagely cut it.

And he smirked at the second-class disciples who seemed to be saying something.

“Aren’t you going to fight them and prove it?”

That was sufficient.

In any case, evaluation is based on how it appears.

The sparring competition demonstrates how different Mount Hua is from before.

“Let’s hurry up a little.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

Hyun Jong moved quickly.

The clock was not ticking. There is still time to get there. However, the disciples’ continued blindness is not a good thing.

Rather than cracking down on them here for no apparent reason, it seemed preferable to hurry to Shaolin and settle.

However, Hyun Jong’s decision had unfavorable outcomes.

He looked up and frowned as he climbed through the crowd with quick steps.

“Sect Leader.”


As he saw the crowd in front of him, Hyun Sang spoke slightly perplexedly.

It was because the most awkward people I’d ever met were seen climbing mountains.

“… It’s Southern Edge Sect.”


Hyun Jong slowed slightly.

Southern Edge Sect also entered the competition, and he knew they would be an unavoidable foe. But he also didn’t want to meet before the competition.

But, as is always the case in the world, things did not go as planned.

The disciple of the Southern Edge Sect, who was at the back of the group, looked back for a moment and saw Mount Hua’s group. He quickly delivered the message while flinching.

“I think they’ve recognized us.”


Hyun Jong smirked.

Finally, all of the disciples of the Southern Edge Sect came to a halt.

‘It’s challenging.’

It’s absurd and amusing that the first sect they met after arriving in Shaolin was the Southern Edge Sect.

Of course, they’d also be uncomfortable, but given the circumstances, they couldn’t help but greet.

They must have thought the same thing over there. A man walked out behind them, passing through the disciples.

“I am so happy to meet you here in a distant land. How have you been, Sect Leader.”

An elderly man with imposing features and pure white hair takes the initiative first.

Hyun Jong was having difficulty expressing himself.

He was all too familiar with the man in front of him.

Someone who has had a very different life than Hyun Jong. The man who raised the Southern Edge Sect and was constantly pressed by Mount Hua to become a prominent member of the Ten Great Sect.

It was Heaven Earth Sword (천하검(天下劍)) Jong Nigok (종리곡(鍾離穀)), the Sect Leader of Southern Edge Sect.

“Sect Leader.”

When Hyun Young poked him in the ribs, the flinching Hyun Jong noticed his error and quickly returned his greeting.

“Nice to see you again, Sect Leader.”

And smiled sweetly.

Isn’t it their job to laugh when they meet, no matter how deceived they are?

“It seems like ten years have passed.”

“Right, we’re so busy that we don’t have enough time to visit each other.”

Jong Nigok smiled.

“As we can’t get close to each other even though we’re nearby, the relationship between Mount Hua and Southern Edge Sect doesn’t seem as good as it used to be. Wouldn’t it be great if we could have a little more friendship through this opportunity?”

“You’re right.”

Hyun Jong examines Jong Nigok with fresh eyes.

‘That’s unusual.’

Despite being both Sect Leaders, they have not seen each other very often due to their different positions.

But, because they both represent sects in Shaanxi, they had to see each other only on rare occasions, and when they did, Hyun Jong always felt suffocated.

This is because his situation as Sect Leader of Mount Hua, which is losing its former glory, has been compared to Jong Nigok of the Southern Edge Sect, which is growing by the day.

When he returned from meeting him, Hyun Jong sipped alcohol in secret to soothe his upset stomach.

But now, oddly enough, it’s just very relaxing.

Isn’t that Jong Nigok, who was always calm, staring at himself as if he’d lost his cool?

“But it seems that your appearance has changed a lot?

“There was something good that made me feel better. Hoho.”

Jong Nigok narrows his eyes as he looks at Hyun Jong.

“Hoho. It’s a good thing. A good thing. Right, I owe you a lot for the previous Conference. I didn’t expect Mount Hua to develop so much….. Congratulations again, Sect Leader.”

Hyun Jong beams.

Subordinates are congratulated on their advancement by their superiors. That is, even after a humiliating defeat, the Southern Edge Sect continues to look up to Mount Hua.

“I was just lucky.”

“Luck……. luck.”

Jong Nigok smiled subtly.

“If luck repeats itself, it’s a skill. What do you think? Will you be able to do well in this competition?”

Hyun Jong opened his mouth and looked at him.

“Well, I don’t know…..”

And he casts a glance behind Jong Nigok at the disciples.

Sect. of the Southern Edge

The name is like a stone in the stomach of Mount Hua’s disciples. Previously, when Mount Hua disciples saw Southern Edge Sect disciples, they were discouraged or angry.

But what about right now?

They were now looking at Southern Edge Sect with calm, emotionless eyes.

‘They’re not the ones we can’t handle any longer.’

If his disciples believe so, he cannot be discouraged as Sect Leader.

“I’m just trying my best.”

Jong Nigok’s lips twitch slightly as he watches Hyun Jong respond calmly.

“Haha. They said that position (rank) makes people, and Sect Leader has indeed changed a lot. It’s good to see the confidence that can’t be compared to the past.”

Yoon Jong, who was watching the two Sect Leaders’ conversation from a distance, whispered.

“Chung Myung-ah.”


“Translate it.”

“The man who couldn’t even raise his head in front of me in the past has grown a lot.”

“…Hey, I mean Sect Leader.”

“You told me to interpret it.”


According to Chung Myung’s interpretation, the disciples all look at Jong Nigok at the same time. Despite receiving the insult in front of his eyes, Hyun Jong remained calm.

“Haha. What can I be proud of? I just follow the guidance of the ancestors of Mount Hua.”


“Historically, the chicks of a young man who used to be Mount Hua’s garden boy for generations have been able to croak well.”

“…Even Sect Leader is not an ordinary person.”

The disciples take a fresh look at Hyun Jong.

‘Oh my God, our Sect Leader was a person who could feed such high-quality sh*t.’

Jong Nigok also slightly opened his eyes, as if he understood what Hyun Jong meant.

“Mount Hua’s confidence is well-founded. The defeat in the Conference was painful for our children, too. However, thanks to this, our arrogant children have been reborn after bone cutting training. Haha. This time, it’s not going to be easy for Mount Hua either.”

“That’s a good thing.”

Jong Nigok smiled deeply.

“So it wouldn’t be too bad for Mount Hua to have the same experience at least once.”

“Do we have to take such a good job? I’ll yield to Southern Edge Sect.”

Without a smile on his lips, Jong Nigok thought.

‘This individual.’

He doesn’t mince words.

It would be unthinkable in the past.

He hurriedly ended the conversation, unable to hide his displeasure any longer.

“Indeed, indeed. Sect Leader is right. Isn’t Kangho a place that looks at the results anyway? I wish you good luck in this sparring competition, Mount Hua.”

“I hope Southern Edge Sect gets good results, too.”

The two men battled each other.

Yoon Jong inquires once more.

“Who won?”

“It’s as if our Sect Leader beat them to death.”

“As expected?”

A proud smile frames Yoon Jong’s mouth.

He had clearly etched the image of Jong Nigok resuming his position.

“Let’s go!”


All of the Southern Edge Sect’s disciples who were staring at them turned away with a loud voice.

But only three people were still staring at them.

Jin Geum Ryong is one of them.

Jin Geum Ryong’s gaze was fixed on Chung Myung from the start.

Chung Myung smirks, his eyes a mix of hostility and excitement.

‘Stop it or you’ll be killed.’

Someone should be knowledgeable about the subject! subject!

Isong Baek was the other.

Isong Baek also looks at Chung Myung, but his interpretation appears to be quite different.

Isong Baek sent an awe-inspiring gaze to Chung Myung while Jin Geum Ryong looked at him as if to devour him.

Looking into those admiring eyes……

‘That tickles.’

Chung Myung was the one who thought Jin Geum Ryong’s gaze would be better.

In any case, these two are well-known faces.

The third look was the issue.

A middle-aged man with a clean appearance stands by his side. However, it was Baek Chun in front of Chung Myung, not Chung Myung.

Chung Myung, who had crept up to Baek Chun’s side, inquired of the middle-aged man who had fixed his gaze on Baek Chun.

“Is that your father?”


“You must be glad to see him, Dong Ryong.” (Dong Ryong is the bronze dragon, while Geum Ryong is the gold dragon.)

“… Don’t call me that.”


Chung Myung stroked Baek Chun’s shoulder.

“If you can’t explain it in words or terms. All you can show him is your sword. Isn’t that so?”

“Of course.”

A calm response was returned. Chung Myung returned his gaze to Baek Chun.

The expression shows no signs of agitation.

‘You’ve matured a lot.’

In the past, Baek Chun couldn’t control his emotions in front of Jin Geum Ryong. The person grew alongside the sword.

Chung Myung nods his head proudly.

As the Southern Edge Sect moved away, Baek Chun returned his gaze to the disciple and opened his mouth.

“You saw it well.”

“Yes, Sahyung.”

“They still seem to take us easy. What should we do to those who are beaten and unable to come to their senses?”

“You have to beat them until they get their act together.”

“Yes, that’s it.”

Baek Chun grinned.

‘I’m sorry, but you are no longer our adversaries.’

The same is true for his older brother, Jin Geum Ryong.

“Let’s go.”


The disciples resumed their mountain ascent and soon arrived at Shaolin’s gate.

In front of a huge inscription that reads as “Great Shaolin Temple (대소림사(大小林寺))”, they set foot in Shaolin’gate with a determined face.

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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