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Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 265

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Glug, glug, glug.

A mild, subtle scent filled the room as the tea was poured into the cup.

It is a scent that complements Shaolin.

Shaolin’s head, Bop Jeong, smiled as he pushed the glass forward.

“I don’t know if you’d like the tea.”

Hyun Jong bowed his head, as if overjoyed.

“It’s a tea that the head of Shaolin pours for me, so is there any tea that wouldn’t suit my taste? This is the first time I’ve ever received such a luxury.”

Bop Jeong quietly shakes his head.

“A tea is just a tea. Both the Emperor and the people who follow him drink the same tea. Please enjoy it.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Hyun Jong took up the glass and took a look around.

Unlike Shaolin’s breathtaking scenery, the room where the head was kept was so run-down that it was difficult to look.


Bop Jeong also doesn’t look great.

Unlike Shaolin’s enormous name, the person in front of him does not exude any special energy.

Except for the dignity given by the Hwangpo (Uncle Google said it was king’s clothing.) on the body, he is only an old monk that can be seen everywhere.

But it was because of this that he couldn’t help but admire this person even more.

This is because he understands how difficult it is to sit in a high position and deny the dignity that comes with it.

‘He is the one who deserves to take the heavy role of Shaolin’s head.’

Hyun Jong regarded Bop Jeong with admiration.

Then Bop Jeong set the teacup down and said.

“You’ve had a hard time coming a long way.”

Every word is gentle.

“Compared to those who truly come from far away, how can we, from Shaanxi, dare say that? Thank you for accepting our sudden visit request.”

Bop Jeong smiled as he looked at Hyun Jong. His eyes were wrinkled at the corners.

“Once again, I am thankful. I knew that when the Sect Leader arrived, I would have to meet them, but strangely, no one came to see me first. Sect Leader saved my face.”

Hyun Jong gave a bitter smile.

How could anyone not want to face Shaolin’s head? They are simply too embarrassed to ask in the first place.

Hyun Jong submitted a meeting request with little expectation, but was surprised to be accepted so quickly.


Bop Jeong approached Hyun Jong quietly and began the conversation.

“I’ve heard recently that Mount Hua is in a very good mood. I heard from Hyebang, who visited Mount Hua, that it was very impressive.”


It had to be impressive.

Because he Chung Myung.

“It’s a good thing. I used to be heartbroken that Mount Hua, the world’s most prestigious sect, was losing its power but seeing the Sect Leader here shows how bright the future of Mount Hua is. Amitabha.”

Bop Jeong recited Buddha’s name and slightly lowered his head.

Hyun Jong was taken aback and clasped his hands together.

“I heard that Mount Hua did well in the Conference. Sect Leader has worked hard indeed.”

“It’s embarrassing. How can that happen because of me? It’s thanks to the hard work of the children in my sect.”

Bop Jeong’s eyes, which had become transparent, cast a glance over Hyun Jong.

“Sect Leader.”

“Yes, Head Monk. Please tell me.”

“If you do well in this competition, it’s clear that Mount Hua’s momentum will rise even further.”

“I hope so.”

“But be careful.”

‘What do you mean, be cautious?’

Hyun Jong looked at Bop Jeong without responding to the unexpected and dubious remarks.

“People is truly pitiful being. There are only a few people who can fully accept the pleasures of others as their own. Most of them have feelings of envy and jealousy.”


“Mount Hua can also be the target of such envy, so please be careful.”

Hyun Jong swallowed and cleared his throat. Then, with a gentle smile, he quietly observed Bop Jeong.

“Thank you very much for the words, Head Monk. However, Mount Hua has not yet risen to enough to receive such feelings from other sects.”


“So I’ll put that worry off a little bit and just focus on getting good results in this tournament for now.”

“Amitabha. I think I was worrying too much.”

Hyun Jong straightened up as he watched Bop Jeong recite Buddha’s name in a low voice.

‘You’re so laid-back.’

But what he’s seeing right now isn’t the whole picture.

The position of Shaolin head, who leads the Thousand Years Shaolin, is never taken over by ordinary people.

Bop Jeong is probably evaluating Hyun Jong separately right now.

He has no idea what kind of evaluation he will receive.

‘At the very least, I have to keep an eye on it.’

He’ll be more at ease when they face each other this way.

Hyun Jong was about to say another thing.


Hyun Jong and Bop Jeong turned their heads slightly as they heard noises outside.

Bop Jeong, unlike Hyun Jong, had a neutral expression.

“Nothing to worry about.”


Bop Jeong flashes a bright smile.

“When people gather like this, big and small accidents are bound to happen. Most of the time, it’s not a big deal, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

However, by the end of the story, Hyun Jong’s face had turned white.


‘Big and minor mishaps?’

Bop Jeong tilts his head, his expression unusual.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Ha… haha. That’s…….”

Hyun Jong was a very self-aware individual. And his self-obsession extends not only to himself, but also to Mount Hua.

‘Regardless of how many people are gathered here……’

When it comes to accidents, you can’t think of Mount Hua without thinking of them, right?

Are there any other jerks who could cause an accident in the heart of the world’s famous Shaolin Temple?

‘No way.’

Hyun Jong jumped out of his seat.

“Sect Leader?”

Hyun Jong flinched and said awkwardly when Bop Jeong gave him a suspicious look.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so curious about what happened out there…….”

“Ah… assuming that’s the case.”

Bop Jeong said lowly as he looked at the door.

“Gongsim (공심(空心)).”

A cautious voice is heard immediately outside the door.

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

“What’s going on out there?”

“…It looks like the disciple of the other faction who visited our headquarters has collided.”


Bop Jeong smiled bitterly.

He was determined from the moment he gathered the energetic people that he would not be able to avoid one accident or another.

But he had no idea that from the moment they opened the door, some daring individuals would cause an accident.

“Which sect is it?”

“It’s Hainan and Mount Hua.”

“Yes, Hainan and…….”



“It’s Hainan and Mount Hua.”

“Mount Hua. Yes, Mount Hua … if it’s Mount Hua …”

Bop Jeong’s head raised slightly.


Hyun Jong flinched when he made eye contact with him.


There was an awkward air in the room right now.

Even the world’s most famous Shaolin Head Monk, Bop Jeong, was speechless.

“I- I guess I’ll have to go quickly.”


“We-Well, then!”

Hyun Jong dashed out the door.

Bop Jeong, who had reached out reflexively for him, smiled in vain and retracted his hand. Then he slowly raised his body.

‘Mount Hua,’ he says.

Aren’t they truly bloodthirsty?

“It’s fine.”

He seemed to feel compelled to go see it for himself.

Bop Jeong walked out of the room, a bitter smile on his face.

* * *

“…What did you just say?”

‘Would you like me to crawl all the way to Hainan?’


Gwa Kwan So, one of the Hainan Sect’s second-class disciples, looked at Baek Chun, unable to hide his amusement.

It felt like something hot was rushing out of Baek Chun’s stomach as he crossed his arms with the sword stuck on the ground.

It was enough words and actions to enrage him.

Gwa Kwan was even angrier because Baek Chun, with his arms crossed so cheekily, appeared rather cool.

‘That skinny-looking fellow!’

It was unacceptable that he looked great as a member of the majestic Hainan Sect.

‘Right, I’d prefer that copper in the back……’

“…Are you guys taking a boat?”



Gwa Kwan So unconsciously cocked his head.

‘What gives those meats the smell of rough sea men?’

Just then, a voice from behind seemed to be urging.



Gwa Kwan So, who had only recently come to his senses, raised his voice nervously.

“The mouths of the ruined sect are alive. Normally, I wouldn’t have left you alone, but this time I’m especially……”

Baek Chun raised his hand slightly to interrupt Gwa Kwan So’s words.

“…what is it?”

When Gwa Kwan So, who had been abruptly interrupted, crumples his face and asks, Baek Chun says sourly.

“Hainan seem prefer to fight with their mouths, but Mount Hua fights with their sword. If you’re going to go at it, just go at it, or just scram off. I don’t have a hobby of catching and hitting people who run away.”

“… this bastard?”

The hands stretched out from the left and right grabbed the angry Gwa Kwan So as he was about to leap forward.


“Don’t forget where we are.”


Gwa Kwan So’s eyes were bloodshot as she stared at Baek Chun.

‘You scumbags. If it hadn’t been for Shaolin.’

Despite being Hainan disciples, they lacked the courage to clash with the other sect on Shaolin’s grounds.

“You’re lucky. If it wasn’t for Shaolin, you’d be dead by now.”

“Oh, you’re running away? All right, then. Whatever.”

Gwa Kwan So trembled as his rage erupted in response to Baek Chun’s sarcastic remarks.

Then he growled, grinding his teeth as if they were going to break.

“These bastards don’t even know the subject!”

Yoon jong and Jo Gol sighed as they watched him roar like an angry boar.

‘Sasuk has now progressed to the point of scratching people.’

‘He learned from him.’ What else can we say? ‘

All of Mount Hua’s disciples admired Baek Chun, whose blunt words shattered Gwa Kwan So’s logic.

‘Yes, you must not lose even with your mouth when you become a great disciple of Mount Hua.’

Gwa Kwan So, on the other hand, who is losing his mouth, was so enraged that he couldn’t even turn his head.

Sect. of Mount Hua

A sect that was once a member of the Ten Great Sect. It is now a fallen sect that has been deprived of its place in the Hainan Sect.

But do they dare to provoke the Hainan Sect?

Saje’s voice came to him because he couldn’t stand his rage any longer.

“You have to be patient. Sahyung. They’re going to be humiliated anyway. We don’t even need to use our own hands. Won’t the Sect Leader would get angry when it is said that we beat up the disciples of Mount Hua in Shaolin?”


Gwa Kwan So, who was breathing heavily, nodded a moment later in response to Saje’s words.

True, his temper is rising, but he should not cause an accident here. He had given it a lot of thought.

“Fuuu. Good. Let’s just go this time. But you’d better be careful. If any of you meets us at this competition, they’ll have to be prepared to break a bone. In this sparring competition, you will experience Hainan’s sword, which you have never tasted here.”

It was the moment when he gave a stern warning to Baek Chun and tried to turn away gracefully.

“Who’s going to let you go?”


He cocked his brow slightly.

A grumpy-faced man trudged out of the back. He then stood up crookedly and spoke sarcastically.

“How come kids these days are so determined? It wasn’t like that when I was young. Once you get into an argument, you go until the last one is standing there. To get rid of it by flapping your snout and gently scratching it? That’s how they teach you in Hainan?”


Gwa Kwan So looked at Chung Myung, perplexed.

‘He appears to be a third-class disciple.’

In this situation, how dare a third-class disciple come forward?

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You don’t have to know, you punk.”

The unexpected verbal abuse caused Gwa Kwan So to open his eyes.

Chung Myung grinned as he threw the sword to the ground.

“What? You can’t use a sword because it si in Shaolin? Then we can use fist. Come out. I’ll turn that ugly chin to the opposite side.”


“Oh, you’re scared, you’re already out of your skin and running away? Why haven’t you heard from me?”

The cheeks of Gwa Kwan So trembled.



His eyes, now lost in thought, appeared to be half-turned.

“I am well aware that this is Shaolin. But what will the world think of us if we just walk away even after being insulted to this extent?”

Gwa Kwan So’s Saje looked around as he spoke.

Spectators are already congregating. It’s embarrassing, but it’s too late to back down now. It’s impossible for Hainan to flee Mount Hua in front of the crowd.

“Come on! You can punch, aren’t you?”

Gwa Kwan So scowled.

“Even if you can’t defeat us with a sword, you seem to think it’s worth trying with bare hands. I’ll let you know that Mount Hua can’t beat us no matter what. Go back after knowing exactly why you guys were kicked out of the Ten Great Sect.”

The Hainan Sect disciples all laid their swords on the ground.

Jo Gol turns his head to face Yoon Jong.

“What should we do?”

“How else can we do?”

Yoon Jong smiled and tossed his sword to the ground.

“I’m going to crush that mouth first. What about Mount Hua? What about Ten Great Sect? I’ll take care of that bastard.”


Jo Gol smiled as he gazed at Yoon Jong, who had already lost his sight.

‘It’s gone now.’

Nobody is rational any longer.

What else can he do?

Jo Gol has no choice but to immerse himself in this current.

The disciples of Hainan and Mount Hua, who had thrown their swords, faced and glared at each other.

Chung Myung cracks his neck several times.

“It’s important not to get into trouble. But!”

Chung Myung’s eyes twinkled.

“It’s more important to defeat the cubs who cursed Mount Hua! If you’re not a beast, you can’t stand it when the sect that fed and raised you gets cursed at!”

It was a simple but powerful incitement. In the eyes of the disciples, madness began to grow.

“Bury them!”

“Oooohh! Let’s break the head!”

Chung Myung Sect……. No, the disciples of Mount Hua yelled in unison and rushed toward the Hainan Sect.

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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