Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 274

Hyun Jong’s lips couldn’t stop smiling.

“Hahaha!”

He laughed while walking, holding the doorknob, and even eating with his mouth covered.

Even Hyun Sang had the impression that he was flying.

He should have been more solemn than the Sect Leader because he was in charge of Martial Hall, but keeping the corners of his mouth from twisting was difficult.

Despite decades of training, he appears to be human without control over his facial muscles.

Hyun Young was the most composed of the group.

“Keep your dignity. Do you have to be so happy in front of the kids?”

Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang twisted their faces at him.

“I don’t want to hear that from you aside from anyone else.”

“What did I do?”

“Hngg.”

As Hyun Jong groaned, Hyun Sang inquired.

“Aren’t you surprised?”

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t it amazing that the kids are doing such a great job?”

The words make Hyun Young smirk.

“There’s isn’t a thing to be surprised about. What are you surprised about when Chung Myung already said he’d break their heads?”

“…….”

“Have you ever seen Chung Myung say things he can’t do? He often talks silly, but he doesn’t say nonsense.”

“That’s true.”

Hyun Young smiled thoughtfully.

“If he says will break their head, he will really break their head. What’s there to worry about?”

Hyun Jong blinked his eyes closed.

Hyun Young then stated calmly.

“It’s time for Sect Leader to realize it, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Mount Hua is strong.”

Hyun Jong clenched his teeth. The same could be said for Hyun Sang, who was listening.

Hyun Young looks at each of them and smiles lightly.

“It would be surprising if a child broke a beautiful tree, but it wouldn’t be surprising to break a small seedling.”

“That’s right.”

“At least Mount Hua with those children is a strong sect. It’s different from our time, Sect Leader. So there’s no need to be surprised at each of those kids’ performances. It’s natural.”

Hyun Jong gently grabbed his thigh.

Those soothing words jolt Hyun Jong’s heart.

Strong.

In a hundred years, has Mount Hua ever received such a rating?

Until now, the term “strong” was reserved for other sects.

But they will be strong when they can speak up for themselves.

“Soon, the other sects will recognize us. Is there any reason not to? If they ignore Mount Hua, the children who are smashed by our children are going to become stupid idiots.”

“I suppose so.”

“So we just have to watch.”

Hyun Jong quietly nodded.

“We should be manure for those children.”

Hyun Young raised the corners of his lips when he saw his benevolent expression.

“Sect Leader. I have a question.”

“Hm?”

“How was the face of the Hainan Sect’s Sect Leader?”

“…….”

“I think Southern Edge Sect was worth watching. Please tell me! I don’t think I can sleep because I’m curious about this.”

“Oh, how can you be a Taoist and be glad of other people’s misfortunes?”

Then Hyun Sang makes an insinuation.

“I’m curious, too, Sect Leader.”

“…….”

“Don’t be like that, please tell us. What was the Sect Leader of the Hainan Sect’s face look like?”

“That, that…..”

It’s spoiled.

“Southern Edge Sect! What about Southern Edge Sect? Jong Nigok, that man must have been unable to sleep because his stomach hurts!”

“He said words of blessing.”

“Really? Kikiki. Thinking about what it must have been like for him to say words of blessing, I feel like my 10 year stomach ache is going down! Hehehehe!”

Hyun Jong smiled unconsciously as he looked at Hyun Young, who smiled like a child.

‘What a shambles.’

A Taoist who laughs like a child at the misfortunes of others.

What will become of Mount Hua….?

Where exactly…

* * *

The following day.

The disciples approached the stage, their eyes wide open.

Because there was no Mount Huai Sect match in the morning, they could arrive a little later.

They also took longer because Chung Myung remained in the room and refused to leave.

Anyway, it was nearly noon when they arrived on stage……

“What.”

“What’s wrong with the atmosphere?”

Mount Hua’s disciples stare blankly at the stage.

Isn’t it obvious that there’s a lot of vigilance staring?

That is not the case.

Of course, such expressions were unusual, but they had anticipated this.

Mount Hua’s followers are not stupid either. After what they did yesterday, could there be no vigilance in the eyes of other sects?

The issue was not the vigilantes’ eyes, but rather the situation on the stage.

“Argh!”

“Get out of my way! d*mn it!”

The Mount Hua disciples blinked as they watched the stage where sharp swords rained down violently.

“Did they take a medicine?”

“Did they bring kids from Black Taoist?”

The competition’s atmosphere has changed from yesterday.

Yesterday there was a pleasant atmosphere.

Mount Hua’s disciples finished their match without much performance, and even before the spectators paid attention, the match was as good as those of their best disciples on the other stages.

But today, to put it in a nutshell……

“What a mess.”

Jo Gol’s inadvertent muttering was spot on.

There’s a lot of bloody(vicious) killing intent. Techniques with killing intent that hasn’t been seen before are aimed at each other, and the attacker even has malice in his eyes.

“What’s wrong with them?”

Chung Myung smirked in response to Baek Chun’s words.

“What’s wrong with them? If they have come all the way here with a sword, they surely don’t want to go back quietly after sucking his finger while watching others perform and gain fame.”

“Huh?”

“Do you remember any of yesterday’s winners?”

Baek Chun shook his head, pondering.

“…I don’t think so? But because I had to keep an eye on our kid’s match …”

“So other people watched the other stage?”

“…I don’t think so.”

Chung Myung sighs and shrugs his shoulders.

“Yesterday, there were quite a few guys who would have made a name for themselves if it had been an ordinary sparring competition. Those with extraordinary skills could be recognized just by looking at them.”

“Um.”

“If the competition goes on in a calm atmosphere, they usually make a name for themselves and raise the reputation of their sect…..”

“Were they buried because of us?”

“That’s right.”

Chung Myung beams.

“They fought to the death and won, but everyone talks about Mount Hua. How many people can stand the sight of it?”

“…….”

“Even if they can tolerate it…”

Chung Myung shifted his gaze slightly to the stage.

“These yangbans will have a slightly different position.”

This is a story that has the same flaws as Chung Myung’s previous experiences with prestigious sects.

Nobody understands the significance of the fundamentals.

When one feels that one’s disciple is falling behind others, one will teach practical martial arts that can be used immediately.

The main culprit that destroys people is always a comparison.

“Isn’t it a human being to like their little one even if the little one can’t memorize a bit and has a stupid head?”

“Yes, but they’re still a child.”

“Right, if the guy I despise the most comes to me and starts bragging about their son, about how he already memorized the three Buddhist scriptures and was called a prodigy at the academy, house pillars will be pulled and roofs will collapse on that very day.”

“…….”

Baek Chun remained silent.

The metaphor is so perfect that he can’t help but understand it; even if it’s Baek Chun right now, if he’s in that situation, his insides will be turned inside out.

“In that sense.”

Chung Myung smiled and raised his chin toward the gathering of Sect Leaders.

“What did they say yesterday when they returned to their quarters?”

“…….”

“They’d say,”

‘It’s fine if you don’t stand out, so take your time and demonstrate your abilities.’

“Didn’t they?”

“Would they?” Still, aren’t they Sect Leaders from a prestigious sect? ”

“Do you really believe that?”

Chung Myung laughed.

‘You might not get it.’

Most people believe they are at least half as good as a prestigious sect.

Is it, however, true?

‘Now go.’

Sect leaders have more global experience than anyone else.

Leading a large sect entails feeding, clothing, and putting disciples to bed while continuing to accept new disciples by destroying the reputation of other sects.

When the sect’s fame rises, disciples of the higher quality flock, and those of higher quality grow up and restore the sect’s reputation.

Sect leaders who understand the importance of this virtuous cycle have no choice but to protect the sect’s reputation.

Isn’t it enough to look at what happened to Mount Hua, which has lost its reputation?

Chung Myung gave a bitter smile.

Even if they hear it, they may not understand what it means.

Only Chung Myung, who has known them since he was a child, understands how obsessed they were with the Ten Great Sect and the Great Five Family.

With a shrug, he said.

“I didn’t say anything, but if so, would they be running around with poison?”

“…….”

Baek Chun, who was speechless, shut his mouth.

“You will see. When we get to the stage, everyone will be desperate to bring Mount Hua Sect down.”

“So, what should we do?”

“What should we do?”

Chung Myung smiled serenely.

“It makes no difference at all. The atmosphere must have warmed up sufficiently to break the visible head.”

And he turned to look at the current match.

“Argghh! My arm! ”

When they see the sleeves dyed with blood, they seem to have been cut by a clumsy cut, and they see a martial artist who was beaten with a sword and broke his arm rolling around the ground.

The winner’s face is flushed with delight.

Sparring almost always results in some sort of injury, but the atmosphere was clearly overheated.

“Good atmosphere.”

Chung Myung’s lips curl up at the corners.

“Is this a meeting place for great people and prestigious sects?” Don’t be a moron. Who’s going to make it that way? ”

Mount Hua’s glory is sufficient.

There is no glory to share with others, and all non-Mount Hua people must accept shame.

Baek Chun nodded firmly and took command of the disciples.

Chung Myung turned away from what was going on behind him and turned to face the Sect Leaders on the podium.

‘Aren’t you still looking down on this?’

Watching the spar from up there indicates that they still have some wiggle room; if they’re really cornered, they’ll be busy advising the disciple who will perform.

“How long will that laid-back attitude last?”

There is no personal vendetta against them.

Although the Ten Great Sect and Great Five Family chose to ignore the Mount Hua crisis, they were not obligated to assist in the first place.

Furthermore, those who made that decision at the time had already died and vanished.

He refuses to hold their descendants accountable for what their forefathers did. An ancestor is an ancestor, and a descendant is a descendant.

Only one thing.

“Sasuk.”

“Yes?”

“Look, there.”

Chung Myung directed his attention to the podium where the Sect Leaders sat.

Baek Chun, who did not understand, inquired with a skeptical expression.

“Why?”

“Isn’t that irritating?”

“Huh?”

Baek Chun’s face was slightly hardened as he returned his gaze to the podium.

The heads of the Ten Great Sect and the Great Five Family were seated solemnly in the luxurious chair at the front of the podium.

And their Sect Leader, Hyun Jong, sat in a small chair behind them.

The Ten Great Sect’s back seat.

Despite being on the same platform, they are clearly differentiated based on the clan’s prestige.

“It’s definitely annoying.”

Baek Chun muttered, his eyes glued to it.

Chung Myung twisted his neck from side to side, revealing a crack at each turn.

“Our Sect Leaders is treated as a cold meal over there but still, I’m a little curious. Why don’t we break the heads of all the kids again today? Will Sect Leader sit there again tomorrow? ”

“That’s possible.”

Baek Chun responded with cold eyes and a slight lick of his lips.

“Should we then go on a rampage until the seat is changed?”

“It’s been a while since you said something I liked. This is how Sasuk is supposed to be.”

Their’Sect Leader smiled broadly as he looked around at the disciples, as if he liked the seat he was in.

His stomach turns upside down at sight.

‘Even if their children are lacking, parents will say their children are beautiful.’

On the other hand, Chung Myung sees Hyun Jong as a child who, if Mount Hua had stood upright, could have raised its reputation.

“I have to get it back.”

First, the seat.

It may appear to be nothing, but the truth is that it is more important than anything else.

Gong Cho, who was in charge of the competition at the time, shouted loudly.