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Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 277

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The face is cold and stiff.

Jin Geum Ryong’s face was as cold as ever, perhaps because he was thinner than when he last saw him at the Conference.

His face, which had always been sluggish, was frozen like a layer of ice, and his slow gait became sharp.

The entire body appears to be saying that this is what blade-like momentum feels like.


With a slightly complicated mind, Baek Chun looked at Jin Geum Ryong.

His sibling.

And it was once his goal.

Jin Geum Ryong was once a barrier he couldn’t break through, a goal he had to achieve one day.

But their relationship has evolved dramatically in just three years.

Step by step.

Jin Geum Ryong’s gaze is fixed on Baek Chun as he approaches the stage….. No, it was assigned to Chung Myung, who was sitting next to Baek Chun.

“Where are you looking now?”

The opponent, who had arrived first and was waiting, expressed his displeasure and snapped.

Despite hearing those words, Jin Geum Ryong did not avert his gaze. He was just staring at Chung Myung with cold heat in his eyes.

“Hey! Jin Geom…….”

Jin Geum Ryong stated flatly, not turning his head.

“Don’t disturb me, punk.”


Wang Sangbo, also known as Cho Muraegi in Qingcheng, glared angrily at Jin Geum Ryong.

“How arrogant of you! I’ll have to see if the word comes back against my sword.”

Only then does Jin Geum Ryong’s gaze shift to his adversary.

Then he smiled, twisting his mouth.

It was a strange smile.

Wang Sangbo, who was covered in goosebumps, took a step back without realizing it.

Jin Geum Ryong’s lips moved open.

“Check it.”


“There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll deal with you properly. I know.”

Jin Geum Ryong’s gaze returns to Chung Myung.

When he sees Chung Myung eating mooncakes, his lips curl even more.

“I have to overcome you and climb up… I have to defeat all the people I meet and climb up, so that I can meet that devil again.”


Wang Sangbo, pressed by Jin Geum Ryong’s cold and chilling spirit, could not respond and gripped the sword tightly in his hand.

Gong Cho frowned slightly, realizing the unusual atmosphere on stage.

“How can the disciples of the Southern Edge Sect live like this?”

It’s like a Black Taoist way of life.

Gong Cho tried to ignore the slight surge of anxiety, but it was impossible to call the spar off for this reason.


Instead, after giving the signal, he did not retreat as quickly as before and maintained an appropriate distance, allowing him to jump straight onto the stage in the event of an emergency.

Jin Geum Ryong drew his sword slowly.


It was just the sound of a sword being drawn, but the sound pierced his ears strangely.

Wang Sangbo’s shoulders shrank even more in response to the unwelcome sensation.

“Dana!” (Mean elegance, grace, refinement.)

Qingcheng’s martial artist, who thought Wang Sangbo’s condition was unusual, shouted encouraging words.

Wang Sangbo only took a stance after a slight nod.

The heart follows the body, just as the body follows the heart, and as he takes on his familiar swordsmanship, the suppressed mind gradually loosens.

‘There’s nothing to worry about.’

Even though his opponent is Jin Geum Ryong, he has only been in the game for two years.

Had he not even heard his name since Mount Hua Divine Dragon had defeated him?

‘This year will be a watershed moment in history.’

For their age, their two-year-old fame is nothing more than an illusion; what matters is their current abilities.

He turned away, trying to push away the creepiness that kept coming in.

He finally raised his sword and pointed it at Jin Geum Ryong.

“I’ll learn a few things…”

“You have nothing to learn from me.”

Jin Geum Ryong held out his sword.

“You won’t even know how you lose.”

Wang Sangbo hardened his face and increased his internal strength; he didn’t need to communicate with someone he couldn’t understand.

He was about to sprint towards Geum Ryong.

“Have you ever seen a petal sea?”


‘What exactly is he saying?’

Wang Sangbo frowned; no matter how hard he tried, it was normal…..

“Let me show you.”

Jin Geum Ryong raised his sword and prepared to strike Wang Sangbo.


Jin Geum Ryong’s sword tip began to shake at the same time.


Wang Sangbo noticed it at that precise moment.

The white petals of Jin Geum Ryong’s sword bloom.

Blooming flowers one and two rises into the air.

‘Sword Art? Like that sword in Southern Edge Sect……?’

But there was no time to ponder.

This is because the petals that had bloomed all at once flew toward Wang Sangbo with fierce strong winds.


Wang Sangbo unwittingly exposed himself to the wind.

Everything in front of him was instantly covered in white petals, and when he panicked and tried to back off, the back was also covered in white petals.

Back, front, left, and right.

There are petals everywhere he looks, as if the entire world is made of them.


Wang Sangbo clenched his fists and swung his sword at the swirl of petals in front of him, realizing he wouldn’t be able to use his hands if this continued.



His sword was deflected by the delicate and light petals as if it were made of steel.

Wang Sangbo’s eyes were wide open in surprise.


At that time.


The petals that surrounded him all flew towards him at the same time.


A horrifying scream rang out.

Wang Sangbo’s body was covered in a white petal-shaped sword energy.



A gust of wind from somewhere blew away the petals that were attacking Wang Sangbo.


Wang Sangbo fell to the ground after stumbling a few times with unfocused eyes.


His blue robe quickly became stained with crimson blood.


Gong Cho, who stormed into the spar, glared angrily at Jin Geum Ryong, but reprimand could come later.

First and foremost, it was critical to examine the details of the injured.


Gong Cho, who was inspecting Wang Sangbo’s condition, bit his lower lip slightly.

When Jin Geum Ryong saw the scene, he smiled coldly.

“You don’t have to be so angry with just a skin wound, right?”


Gong Cho’s eyes were filled with rage as he glared at Jin Geum Ryong.

Jin Geum Ryong’s atmosphere was genuine, and even though it was only a spar, he did not go easy on his opponent.

However, as he stated, Wang Sangbo only received a number of minor cuts.

The situation might have been different if Gong Cho had not invaded, but this is not enough to disqualify him.

“Is Southern Edge Sect abandoning their Tao?”

“Is there a need to discuss things as big as abandoning Tao in a children’s match? I just do my best.”

Jin Geum Ryong gently twisted the corners of his mouth and asked leisurely, while Gong Cho bit his lips.

“What’s the result?”

“……This is Southern Edge Sect’s Jin Geum Ryong’s victory.”

As the declaration was read, the audience erupted in applause.

Gong Cho’s brow furrowed.

But it’s not the cheering crowd’s fault; they won’t be able to see it from where they are. Jin Geum Ryong’s mindfulness and cruelty in his method.

Those watching from afar will only see Jin Geum Ryong use a magnificent sword to topple Wang Sangbo.

Jin Geum Ryong turned his head slowly as he listened to the raucous applause, his gaze fixed on Chung Myung.

Sharp vision.

Chung Myung shrugs his shoulders and smirks at the hatred and malice in his eyes.

Yoon Jong, who was standing next to him, stated.

“I think he is looking at you.”

“That’s right.”

“Don’t you think he’s grown a lot stronger since the Conference?”

“I guess so.”

“Do you even care?”

“Did I?”


Yoon Jong shakes his head, surprised that this guy cares about Jin Geum Ryong; he wouldn’t care if Southern Edge Sect Sect Leader showed up.

Chung Myung took the mooncake and shoved it into his mouth.

As he chewed on the mooncake that came into his mouth, he couldn’t help but grin.

‘It’s totally broken.’

Jin Geum Ryong’s sword is twice as beautiful and sharp as before, and it appears to be several times stronger than it was at the Conference.

‘On the surface, it appears to be.’

However, this is the result of chasing an illusion.

The sword of the Southern Edge Sect is neither flashy nor sharp.

Southern Edge Sect’s sword is an honest sword in its own right.

The formula’s strength can be pursued with the sword resembling Mount Hua’s shell, but it will never reach the Tao.

Southern Edge Sect’s martial art will gradually lose its light as long as it has lost its original intention, and it will eventually be unable to keep even the prestigious name.

Chung Myung’s poison stained Southern Edge Sect more than he thought.

‘I feel a little bad.’

Of course, given what the Southern Edge Sect did to Mount Hua, he can’t shake his rage even if he chews them alive.

However, seeing Southern Edge Sect fall apart faster than expected made him feel a little guilty, no matter how powerful Chung Myung was.

– Where is your conscience, you cretin?

“Oh, don’t show up unless I call!”



Chung Myung made a light wave with his hand.

Jin Geum Ryong shifted his weight and descended the stage.

“It looks like you’ve made a bit of effort, but…….”

Chung Myung turns his head and smiles.

“In that way, even you can’t beat Dongryong.”


“Isn’t that right? Dongryong……”

Baek Chun jumped up and pressed his palms against Chung Myung’s temples.

“Sasuk! Sasuk, you punk! Sasuk! ”

“Ah! Dongryong is attacking a person! Argh! ”


Baek Chun exhaled heavily.

No matter how many mistakes he made in his life, giving this guy his name was a fatal mistake.

Chung Myung, who had escaped from Baek Chun, looked at him as if he were unjust.

“How could you be ashamed of the name your parents gave you!”

“…Please shut that mouth.” Please.”

As the match progressed, Baek Chun sighed.





Tang Soso, who had just glanced at her fallen opponent, turns her head and looks at Gong Cho.

“Thi-This match is Tang Soso’s! The victory of Mount Hua’s Tang Soso! ”


“Mount Hua has won again!”

“I think I just heard something strange. Wasn’t she just saying head? ”

“Ei, no way. You must have misheard it. Would a famous disciple who came here say something like that? ”

“Is that so?”

“By the way, aren’t the women’s martial artists at Mount Hua really great? Previously, a female martial artist named Yoo Iseol completely destroyed her opponents.”

“… Do you not believe she is the most aggressive Mount Hua sword warrior? ”


Tang Soso bravely exited the stage, stepped directly in front of Yoo Iseol and bent her waist at a right angle.

“Sago! We won! ”

“Good job. Sit down.”


Tang Soso quickly took a seat beside Yoo Iseol.

Yoo Iseol then opened her mouth while keeping her gaze fixed on the stage.

“A gap in the side.”


“When you step on the left side. Your back is empty. Be conscious next time.”

“Yes! I’ll remember that, Sago! ”

“Your Sahyung is stronger than you. You were chosen as the representative because of the possibility. Your Sahyung will be unjustified if you fail early. You must win even by biting your pants.”

“Even if I die, I will win!”

As he listened to their conversation, Baek Chun appeared awkward.

‘No, guys, you don’t have to go that far…..’

Surprisingly, it’s difficult to intervene in their conversation.

‘But it’s truly incredible.’

Tang Soso, of course, is the weakest of the Mount Hua disciples who came here as a representative, but some remain on the main mountain who are stronger than Tang Soso.

But this isn’t just a place to show off your strength.

Even if they rot, second-class disciples are stronger than third-class disciples, if they arrange the group according to their skills.

Nonetheless, the third-class disciples were chosen as representatives because it is a place for them to prove themselves and gain experience.

Despite the fact that she has been training steadily by drinking good elixir as the Tang Family’s daughter, she has become a powerful disciple among the third-class disciples in just six months, and she couldn’t be left out if they were seeking growth through experience.

That is why, after careful consideration, Hyun Jong chose Tang Soso as his representative.

‘She’s still doing well.’

Of course, compared to the other Mount Hua disciples, the victory was more difficult, and the luck was very good, but it was still a great thing to win.

“Sago! When I used Seven Star Step (칠성보(七星步)), my toes feel not smooth at all. Am I doing something wrong? ”

“Imagination (상상결(上上結). /Sasanggyeol). Instead of stepping on it, let it slides. Step on the ground as if it were empty.”

“Oh, that’s all!”

Tang Soso was clinging to Yoo Iseol’s side, asking questions, and Baek Chun smiled a little.

‘This is a good thing.’

Yoo Iseol feels softer than usual as a result of Tang Soso’s natural conversation with her.

A sect must be progressing with a positive influence on one another.


“I’m hungry! What time are we going to eat? ”



‘With the exception of him.’

* * *

The Murim Competition atmosphere was noticeably different from the first day.

A more dramatic martial art was performed than the previous day, and the strong martial artists of each sect, who had been crouching while observing the situation, gradually revealed themselves.

Namgung Dohui, the Broken Mountain Sword of the Namgung Family.

Jin Geum Ryong of the Southern Edge Sect.

Wudang’s Jin Hyun also won, and Peng Cheolseong (팽철성(彭鐵城)), the Sword Dragon (도룡(刀龍)) of Hebei Peng Family, showed remarkable performance.

Mount Hua’s disciples triumphed despite the fierce battle without losing a single representative.

“…… Isn’t this how we’ll all get to the finals? ”

Jo Gol’s words make Yoon Jong smirk.

“Typically, when that occurs,

‘Isn’t this the way we’ll win?’

“Isn’t that what you meant to say?”

“No. He’ll win regardless.”

Yoon Jong nods as Jo Gol turns to face ‘that guy.’

“That’s true.”

Nobody, not even Five Dragon, can stop Chung Myung at the level of second-class disciples; they can’t even imagine it.

“But you can’t be arrogant.”

Baek Chun has a slightly hushed voice.

“We are challengers. There is no guarantee that the match will continue to work out as well as it does now. From tomorrow, there will be someone who loses. Everyone, try to be on the right track.”

“Sasuk, yes!”

It was only after Baek Chun had nodded satisfactorily.

Knock, knock, and again.

Someone comes to the front door and knocks.

Baek Chun got out of his chair.

“Sahyung, let me…….”

“No, I’ll go.”

Baek Chun walked lightly to the door and opened it.


Baek Chun’s mouth was closed.

Two people were standing near the door.

Jin Geum Ryong is one of them.

And then there’s the other……


Jin Cho Baek (진초백(陣初伯)), the elder of the Southern Edge Sect and the father of Jin Geum Ryong.

Jin Cho Baek, who was looking at Baek Chun with hushed eyes, opened his mouth quietly.

“May I speak with you for a moment?”

Baek Chun licked his bottom lip.


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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