Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 270

A fantastic battle.

Hundreds of people gathered around the person in the upper seat. Daejeon was quietly colored by the serious momentum they exuded. (I think it was a stage, like a sparring stage or a training field, but I’ll call it Daejeon for now.)

Bangjang Bop Jeong gave everyone a quick glance before slowly opening his mouth.

“Thank you for accepting our invitation. Thank you for coming all the way here.”

Bop Jeong bowed his head and clasped his hand.

Sect leaders from each sect smile and exchange blessings as Shaolin Bangjang greets them.

“How can we not come when Shaolin is calling? Shouldn’t we thank you for the invitation?”

Bop Jeong chanted Buddha’s name before speaking solemnly.

“The reason why Shaolin held the Murim Competition is that the meetings between the sects have been neglected for the past 100 years. The wound that Magyo left on Kangho was too big, and it took too long for the wound to heal.”

When the name “Magyo” was mentioned, everyone became solemn.

Who among the sects gathered here has not been victimized by Magyo?

“But it’s been a hundred years now, and Kangho has fully recovered its past strength. Unfortunately, it is also true that various problems have arisen as a result of this.”

Some of the Elders coughed lowly at those words.

When the container is full, the water will inevitably overflow.

In recent years, it has become more common for Kangho sects that have reclaimed their power to clash with the surrounding sects. They are beginning to pursue the domain of other sects now that they have gained sufficient strength.

There has been no serious incident because they are still trying to save face from each other, but a major accident will occur someday if this continues.

“That’s why I hope that this Murim Competition will allow all sects to have a good relationship with each other. The responsibility of those who gathered here is enormous.”

It was a gentle tone that did not claim authority.

“Of course, Senior Bangjang.”

As a result, the authority is more alive. The atmosphere remained warm and gentle.

At that moment, one person opened his mouth calmly.

“I dare to ask Senior Bangjang.”

Everyone’s gaze is fixed on one point.

Red face and long black beard.

The phrase “Guan Yu” fits him perfectly. It was Heo Do-Jin, Sect Leader of the Wudang Sect.

“If the Senior Sect Leader of Wudang Sect has anything to say (teach/enlighten), then please feel free to do so.”

“How can I teach others, such a word is wasted on me.”

Heo Do-Jin gives Bop Jeong a quiet look.

The air in the hall became heavy in an instant as the two giants leading Kangho faced each other.

“It’s really good that Senior has brought together many sects for the meeting. First of all, thank you for doing something that I didn’t dare to think of because of my lacking vessel.”

“How can Senior Sect Leader of Wudang Sect discusses vessel with me. This monk is embarrassed.”

“I can’t thank you enough for saying that. It’s just that….”

His eyes are intensely focused on Bop Jeong.

“I don’t think Senior Bangjang held this kind of event just to have a meeting. Maybe there was a reason to bring all the world’s most prestigious sects together in one place…..”

Bop Jeong smiled in vain as he looked at Heo Do-Jin, whose words were slightly blurred at the end.

“Sect Leader has a deep heart. I don’t even dare to follow it. Amitabha Buddha.”

“Then…?”

Bop Jeong nodded vigorously.

“I was going to tell Sect Leaders after the competition. But now that the situation has come to this, I’ll tell you here.”

Bop Jeong recited the name of Buddha. Those who saw the sad faces felt a surge of strength in their bodies.

“I heard that there was a movement found in Daesan.”

“Magyo!”

“Daesan!”

Daesan.

There are 100,000 mountains. (If you forgot, Magyo is the Demon Cult’s headquarters.)

With his face set, Heo Do-Jin inquired of Bop Jeong.

“Is that true?”

“Beggar Union found the trace in Daesan.”

“Hmm, it means that the disorganized Magyo has begun to move again.”

“Amitabha Buddha.”

Bop Jeong chanted once more.

“As everyone here knows, Kangho has not completely defeated Magyo. We just cut off the head of their leader and made them retreat.”

Hyun Jong, who was quietly listening in the corner to their conversation, closed his eyes quietly.

‘Did they leave?’

That is not correct.

Magyo, who had lost Heavenly Demon, stormed Mount Hua in vengeance.

The war in Hundred Thousand Mountains may have ended, but the war at Mount Hua has not.

However, the devastating battle on Mount Hua is not even mentioned in Kangho history.

Even those who are aware of the past are closing their eyes as if the horrifying bloodshed did not occur.

Hyun Jong would not have tolerated this conversation in the past.

But he can now.

‘Just as we can reclaim our lost strength, we can reclaim our lost past.’

Hyun Jong clenched his fist and listened to their conversation quietly.

“In other words, Magyo did not lose all their strength and retreat. They were just looking forward to the future. I’m sure everyone here knows.”

“Hum, that’s right. Bangjang.”

“It’s a fact that we can’t ignore.”

Bop Jeong, with solemn eyes, addressed everyone.

“We haven’t found any signs of their development yet. We just witnessed some Believers. However, it is significant that Magyo have returned to the Hundred Thousand Mountains that they left behind. It could be they’re preparing for another war.”

The atmosphere began to deteriorate rapidly.

Magyo.

If you don’t feel the weight of the name, you shouldn’t sit here.

“We need to be prepared.”

Bop Jeong nodded in response to Heo Do-Jin’s words.

“But it’s still just a guess.”

“If it’s about Magyo, it’s not something to take lightly, is it?”

“That’s why we have you here.”

Bop Jeong chanted and spoke seriously.

“Maybe it’s time for Kangho to join forces again. So please put aside your personal grudges and strengthen our friendship through this competition. Don’t forget that everyone is a member of Kangho even though they live under different names. Amitabha Buddha.”

Everyone nodded in response to Bop Jeong’s words.

But it was difficult to tell what they were thinking on the inside.

Heo Do-Jin narrows his eyes and looks at Bop Jeong.

‘A Magyo sign.’

If this is true, it is extremely dangerous.

But no one here would be so naive as to believe that the whole thing started out of concern for Magyo.

‘It must imply that they want to take the initiative once more.’

They must want to solidify their position as the Big Head of Murim once more through the justification of Magyo’s birth and their ability when showing off at the Murim Competition.

‘It’s not going to go the way Great Monk wants it to.’

Heo Do-Jin’s eyes drooped lower and lower.

“From tomorrow, we will hold a stage show for Murim Competition. Everyone knows that since ancient times, a sparring competition has been a good place to confirm each other’s achievements and build friendships.”

“Yes, Bangjang.”

“I hope this sparring competition will also be a good place to build friendships with each other. Amitabha Buddha.”

The Sect Leaders in attendance smiled and nodded.

However, none of them saw tomorrow’s competition as merely a social gathering.

It is difficult to determine the sect’s high and low points.

Unless a war breaks out between two sects and they stab each other with swords, one can only guess the opponent’s skills.

Even among second-class disciples, sparring competition becomes a powerful proxy for war in such sects.

The skills of the disciple can determine the skills of the teacher.

Tomorrow’s Murim Competition will undoubtedly play an important role in reshaping the ranks of the world’s sects.

‘The victorious sect will hold all of Kangho’s glory for a while.’

Everyone’s eyes were wide with excitement.

Except for one individual.

* * *

The following morning.

Mount Hua’s disciples gathered before their residence after finishing their preparations. Hyun Jong stood in front of them, looking down at the disciples who were lined up.

“So.”

He coughed a lot.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

As a representative, Baek Chun responded with foresight. When Hyun Jong saw the magnificent appearance, he smiled proudly.

“Today’s spar will be a good experience for you. That’s why I have to say something to you.”

Everyone was listening intently and anticipating Sect Leader’s next words.

“Will it make any difference if you win?”

“…….”

Everyone’s eyes were shaken with skepticism.

Hyun Jong stated calmly, looking into the eyes.

“And will losing make any difference?”

Only then did Baek Chun continue to nod his head.

He believes he understands what Hyun Jong means now.

Hyun Jong quietly shakes his head.

“Winning or losing is not important. It is not important to produce results in this competition. The efforts you have made while preparing for this competition are several times more important than the results.”

With solemn eyes, Hyun Jong continues his speech.

“I’m not trying to say that the process is important and the outcome is worthless. If you win this competition, you will be given the honor. But the previous efforts have given you skills. I hope you’ll be the ones who pursue skills, not vain honor.”

“I’ll keep that in mind! Sect Leader!”

“Yes, yes. That’s good.”

Hyun Jong gives a nod.

“There’s nothing good about an old man holding on to those who are going to the battlefield. No matter what the outcome is, you are my proud disciples and the proud disciples of Mount Hua. Don’t forget that.”

“Yes!”

Hyun Jong tilts his head a little.

“Mugak-ju.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

“Say something. You and Un Gum deserve to talk.”

Hyun Sang paused, slightly puzzled, and then looked around the room.

“Focus on using all of your abilities. Defeat with all your might will lift you up. However, the failure to do everything in one’s power leaves nothing but regret.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Um, Sect Leader, this is difficult for me. Un Gum will complete.”

Un Gum took a quiet step forward after hearing the words.

The disciples’ expressions change as he walks out.

For them, the Elders of the sect are Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang, but Un Gum is different; it is Un Gum who will be called their true teacher in Mount Hua.

“What exactly is a sword?”

“The Tao is the sword!”

“What exactly is the Tao?”

“Tao is just Tao!”

“What, then, is a sword?”

“A sword is a sword!”

Un Gum smiled.

“Yes, a sword is just a sword. The sword you’ve heard so far and the sword you’ve heard today are no different. Trust the sword and trust yourself. Then the training that you have done so far will answer you.”

Everyone nods their heads.

Then Hyun Young stepped forward and addressed the three.

“Then let’s go.”

“Huh?”

Then he led Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang blindly toward the sparring stage.

“Un Gum, follow us, too.”

“Yes, Elder.”

Hyun Sang speaks as if he is perplexed.

“What about the kids? Aren’t we taking the kids? ”

“All right, just follow me. We can go first, why do we have to go together? ”

“Huh? Huh? ”

A person trudged out of the back as Sect Leader and other Elders were dragged away by Hyun Young’s hand.

“…….”

Everyone looked at him as he took a step forward, his eyes gloomy.

It was, of course, Chung Myung.

“What the Sect Leader said. I mean, what did he say? ”

He shrugged after a brief tilt of his head.

“Well, whatever.”

And he took a look around.

Except for a few, there was also a nervous expression, with the expression stiff and the entire body stiff.

Chung Myung smiled as he saw the sight.

‘It’s understandable.’

They have little experience fighting in front of other sects, except for a few who were with Chung Myung.

They couldn’t properly demonstrate their abilities because they were stuck in the Conference (Hwajong), but fighting in front of so many people could only make their legs tremble.

“Who do you think you’ll beat there?”

“…….”

Mount Hua’s disciples exchanged glances.

“Do you have any names in your head?”

“…….”

“What are we going to do when you kill the winner?”

Everyone’s expressions darkened.

Chung Myung continued casually.

“But why are you so worried?” They’re not going to win anyway.”

“What, dude?”

“Don’t worry. You can be nervous. You don’t have to relax.”

“……Huh?”