Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 286

Nothing has changed since the finals began.

It’s just that the atmosphere is more solemn, and the stakes are higher.

Also on the podium is the seat of the Sect Leader.

Only one thing has changed in its layout, and it is a very minor change.

‘The Ten Great Sects. It’s also in the same neighborhood as the Great Five Family.’

Hyun Jong lowered his gaze to his seat. No, he confirmed the exact location of his chair.

The podium’s foreground.

He did not have to look at the back of the so-called prestigious people in the second row.

The driver’s seat. His chair was added to the front seat, which could only be occupied by the Ten Great Sect and the Great Five Family.

The seat isn’t important, but I’m embarrassed because the sect leader with the most disciples in the finals is sitting behind me.

Tang Gunak’s words proved decisive. After being stabbed in the side, the Sect Leaders simply agreed to move Mount Hua’s seat to the front row.

Although it was judged only by the performance of the rising star, Mount Hua was recognized as a world-class sect at this moment, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Ten Great Sect.

It would be worth crying if it were normal because there was so much emotion.

If it were normal.

Unfortunately, however, Hyun Jong could not be the same as usual.

The sound of other Sect Leaders whispering around him pierced his ears.

“Gambling…….”

“What the hell is going on here, gambling in the sacred land of Shaolin?”

“Who the hell is he from?”

“I heard it’s Huayin Sect Munju.”

“Huayin Sect? Has anyone heard of it?”

When the word “gambling” was mentioned, Hyun Jong flinched like he had a needle stuck in his buttocks.

‘I’m going insane.’

As he was thinking, he wanted to run away and flip the seat.

However, now that he has ascended to the podium, it is only in his imagination that he can do so.

Wudang Sect Leader Heo Dojin opened his mouth with a subtle smile at the time.

“If it’s Huayin Sect…….”

The people around him were drawn to his slightly slow voice.

“I think I know where is this?”

“…….”

As he looked at him, Hyun Young’s face turned white.

Mount Hua Sect previously clashed with Wudang over Huayin Sect.

As a result, Heo Dojin, the Wudang Sect Leader, must be aware that the Huayin Sect is a subsidiary sect of Mount Hua.

Heo Dojin gave Hyun Jong a friendly smile.

But Hyun Jong was struck by a viper’s smile.

“You know? Where is Huayin Sect?”

“How can a place like that come to Shaolin and taint the water? Sect Leader, go ahead and tell the story.”

“We must act now.”

It was when Hyun Young was sweating and contemplating how to handle the situation.

“Is there a problem?”

“…Yes?”

Tang Gunak opened his mouth calmly and looked over the Sect Leaders once before continuing to speak indifferently.

“This is Shaolin.”

“Right, isn’t that what we’re saying? If it’s not Shaolin, why do we have to argue whether we gamble or not?”

“You don’t understand. It means that how to deal with what’s going on here depends solely on Shaolin’s will.”

At the words, everyone shut their mouths.

“I know you’re worried, but please be careful in your words and actions. Each and every reprimand can be a blame on Shaolin. Who would open the vendor if Shaolin didn’t approve it?”

The Sect Leaders all looked at Shaolin’s leader, Bop Jeong, at that moment.

As he faced the oncoming gaze, Bop Jeong smiled.

“Wouldn’t it be okay?”

“Ba- Bangjang.”

“But the sacred land of Shaolin…….”

The Sect Leaders were puzzled, but Bop Jeong simply smiled.

“I never thought Shaolin was a sacred place.”

“…….”

Bop Jeong lightly clasped his hands together.

“Shaolin is just a common temple you can find anywhere. It’s just that there are a lot more people. But what makes it such a great place to gather people but not enjoy it?”

“Umm.”

Bop Jeong smiled as he observed the Sect Leader, who coughed uncomfortably.

“Isn’t it enough to be strict with the disciples of our own sect? For those of you who come to see our disciples, we can’t ask them to fit in. On the contrary, I am only grateful if you entertain yourself like that.”

Praise and sympathy poured in as soon as Bop Jeong’s words ended.

“As expected of Bangjang.”

“Hoho, this place should be the venue for the festival.”

It makes no difference whether the logic is correct or not.

It is unarguable if Shaolin’s leader says so. Everyone gathered here is a Sect Leader of the sect that rules the world, but no one dares to speak out against him.

This is the power that Shaolin has accumulated over time.

Normally, Hyun Jong would have been thrilled by the enormous power of the Shaolin sect, but now he could only breathe a sigh of relief that this matter had been resolved somehow.

‘It feels like my life span has been cut in half.’

After barely rejuvenating, the extended life span is gradually reduced.

Hyun Jong, who secretly made a sickly sound, opened his ax eyes and looked at the Mount Hua disciples.

‘It’s fine if I lose the rest of my life, but you have to get good results all the time!’

Because their reputation has been shattered, they must take responsibility for the outcome. At the very least, the outcome!

‘You’re a jerk!’

“Does it appear that Sect Leader is having difficulties?”

“Huh?”

Chung Myung turned his head slightly as if he didn’t understand Baek Chun’s words.

“That gambling establishment. That…….”

“Oh, right!”

Chung Myung made a clapping motion with his hands.

“I have to bet, too.”

“…….”

Chung Myung reached into his arms and pulled out a bundle of slips.

“…w-why did you bring so much money?”

“Money is useful in some ways.” Look, bringing it in serves a purpose.”

He’s about to sweep away the gambling establishment.

When Baek Chun saw Chung Myung smiling with his mouth wide open, he shook his head.

Instead of being chastised, Chung Myung looked at him with a warm smile on his face.

“What is that look? It’s so annoying.”

“Sasuk.”

“What?”

“I’m gonna bet everything on the first round. If you lose, you’ll die.”

“…….”

“On the day you, you’ll make money by any means you can, so do well. If you don’t want to end up grabbing a pickaxe in a North Sea coal mine, you’d better win even if you die.”

“…….”

Sajil’s words to Sasuk were far too warm.

“Chung Myung-ah.”

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“When didn’t you ask? Please do not hesitate to inquire.”

“Who do you think will win?”

Chung Myung returned the stare as if nothing else was pathetic in the world.

Then Baek Chun became solemn.

“Except you.”

“Huh?”

“Who is most likely to win the competition except for you?”

‘Oh, except me?’

Chung Myung had a quiet expression on his face.

“Hmm.”

Chung Myung shrugged, lightly scratching his cheek.

“I don’t know.”

“… Don’t you know?”

“Of course I know who’s the strongest. But, spar doesn’t necessarily mean that the strongest wins.”

Chung Myung continued just as Baek Chun was about to ask another question.

“But I still see some potential individuals. First of all, Shaolin’s crazy monk.”

Baek Chun nodded vigorously. He was well aware of the situation.

‘Was the name Hye Yeon?’

That was a terrifying blow. That one move seemed to be enough to establish him as a viable candidate.

Anyone who has seen the game would agree with this prediction.

After a brief moment of thought, Chung Myung stated.

“Oh, and that tough guy from Namgung family, too.”

When Namgung Dohui was mentioned, Baek Chun frowned.

“I think there’s one in Wudang, and there was a strong one in the Peng Family. And, um… Shouldn’t Geum Ryong still be considered a winning candidate? Some guys will have a hard time dealing with him.”

“……Namgung Family, Wudang Sect, Peng Family, and Southern Edge Sect.”

They are the only ones who can make the world resonate like no one else.

“Other than that, about three or four nuts? Actually, it wouldn’t be weird if any of them won.”

“So if it weren’t for you, one of them would have won?”

“No.”

“…then?”

Chung Myung crumpled his face, as if asking such a simple question.

“If I’m not here, Sasuk will win. Isn’t that obvious?”

“…….”

“Why? Are you not confident?”

Baek Chun twitched subtly after a brief period of silence.

“Am I not confident?”

It was that moment.

“Mount Hua Sect Baek Chun!”

Baek Chun slowly rose from his seat and looked back at Chung Myung.

“I’ll prove it and come back, so just wait.”

“Hou?”

Then he began to walk out towards the stage more calmly. There was no other comparable picture of Baek Chun walking with his broad shoulders and wearing in black uniform.

Chung Myung smirked at the gorgeous look.

‘He’s very simple, too.’

It was a lie.

Oh, of course, it’s clear that one of the winning candidates is Baek Chun. In terms of probability, he remains in the top three.

But winning is difficult.

Because there is one monster.

Chung Myung’s eyes are on Shaolin.

‘Did the name was Hye Yeon?’

That guy is a lost cause.

The current Baek Chun will probably be unable to handle him.

Of course, there is a way to win.

But that’s when discussing the competition, and if it’s about skill, it’s at a level that doesn’t even need to be put on the scale.

He doesn’t know what would happen if he were given a few more years, but the comparison is now.

“Uh, and…….”

Chung Myung scratched his cheek.

“I didn’t say there was one more person in Southern Edge Sect.”

‘Well, it’s gonna be okay, right?’

Back Chun, on stage, smiled lightly as he looked at his opponent.

‘His name was Jong Seohan.’

He is one of the great disciples of second-class disciples of the Southern Edge Sect. He was always next to Jin Geum Ryong whenever he did something.

Jong Seohan smiled at Baek Chun, twisting the corners of his mouth.

“It’s a coincidence that I met the great White Dragon.”

“…….”

“Are you ready?”

Baek Chun stared at him and turned his gaze to the place where Southern Edge Sect’s disciples gathered.

Sure enough, Jin Geum Ryong is staring at him with cold eyes.

“Where are you looking at?”

“…….”

“You seem to think you’re a big shot after gaining a false reputation. You don’t even deserve to look at Sahyung. You didn’t forget, did you? You second-class disciples of Mount Hua has never defeated Southern Edge Sect. Yes, that reputation is nothing more than a leftover after that damned Divine Dragon.”

It was a sharp and violent provocation.

But Baek Chun was as calm as ever.

“Yes, that’s right. Admit it.”

“…what?”

“I admit it.”

Jong Seohan looked blankly at Baek Chun.

‘Does he have no pride?’

How can he be so calm after hearing such a thing?

But Baek Chun continued with a nonchalant look as if it were not a big deal.

“Mount Hua’s second-class disciples have never beaten Southern Edge Sect’s second-class disciples, and my reputation is clearly overestimated.”

“…….”

“But what’s the point?”

Sreuruk.

Baek Chun slowly pulled out the sword.

“If I haven’t won so far, I can just win from now on, and if my reputation is too much, I can make it so that it fits me. I’m sorry, but Mount Hua’s disciples don’t live in the past as you guys do.” (I think it is by living up to his reputation)

“This guy!”

Baek Chun smirked at the furious Jong Seohan.

It’s new.

In the past, he trained with all his might to beat Jin Geum Ryong. But looking back now, he would not have been able to defeat Jong Seohan, who was in front of him now, let alone Jin Geum Ryong.

The gap between Mount Hua and Southern Edge Sect was so wide.

“Oh, I’ll correct one.”

Jong Seohan’s eyes were full of doubts about Baek Chun’s words.

“Mount Hua doesn’t cling to the past, but I guess I’m a bit petty and obsessed with the past. The memories of the time I was smashed in the past are still attached to me.”

Baek Chun tapped his temples lightly with his fingers. Jong Seohan showed his teeth fiercely.

“Don’t worry. I’ll cover it with a new memory. The experience of being smashed once again in front of so many people won’t be light, it will remain in your head for the rest of your life.”

“That’s it.”

Baek Chun grinned.

“As you said, it was Chung Myung who beat Southern Edge Sect, not us. But now we have a chance. According to the match list, Jin Geum Ryong is next if I beat you.”

And he looks at Jong Seohan with bright blue eyes.

“I will completely cut down the specter of Southern Edge Sect, who’s still stuck to Mount Hua with my own hands. Bring it on. I will prove that Southern Edge Sect is no longer Mount Hua’s opponent.”

Baek Chun, who took the stance of the Twenty-four Plum Blossom Sword Technique, raised his sword and aimed at Jong Seohan.

Black uniform and white headband.

The sword in his hand reflected the sun.

In addition to the outstanding looks.

It was the appearance of the hero in the story itself. All the spectators were mesmerized by the splendid appearance and looked at Baek Chun.

But only one.

Jong Seohan was the only one who didn’t look at the scene favorably.

“Let’s see if the sword is as sharp as your snout!”

“Don’t worry. It’s sharp enough!”

“Iik!”

Jong Seohan, who had been pushed back with words, grit his teeth and finally draws his sword.

Baek Chun turned his head slightly and looked at Jin Geum Ryong.