Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 293

The morning light streams in through the window.

And the birds’ chirping began to tickle his ears.

Baek Chun slowly opened his eyes.

He pushed the blanket away, raised his upper body, and quickly looked around.

It’s a truly peaceful and calm morning.

But it couldn’t be a normal morning for Baek Chun.

‘Today is the day.’

As he gazed out the window, Baek Chun’s eyes sank low.

Srek.

Baek Chun, who wore a headband tied around his brow, looked in the mirror.

The plum blossom pattern and Mount Hua’s black uniform are engraved on the chest. And a white headband across his brow.

He realized once more that he was a disciple of the Mount Hua Sect.

And he fantasized. He imagines himself in the uniform of the Southern Edge Sect, not the Mount Hua Sect.

‘We have a similar appearance.’

Jin Geum Ryong’s figure merged with his own.

Even if their relationship had broken down due to an accident when they were young, the two looked so similar that they knew they were brothers the moment they met.

He sat down in his chair and drew his sword with a low sigh.

He then oiled the hemp and started wiping the sword.

Seueueut.

Seueueut.

He felt a little better after wiping the sword.

Perhaps.

Maybe he had a slightly different plan.

A life of running out of the house and not entering Mount Hua, but instead following in the footsteps of Jin Geum Ryong through the teachings of Jin Cho Baek, who remained in the Southern Edge Sect.

If he did, the present would most likely be very different than it is now.

Does he feel bad about it?

No way.

Even if there is no blood connection, even if they have not lived together since birth, they can still be a family.

His ancestors are no longer the Jins. His only family is Mount Hua.

All of this will be confirmed by today’s match.

So he will sharpen his mind even more…

Bang!

“…….”

“Sasuk, are you up?”

“…….”

Baek Chun’s eyes twitched as he looked at the person who had entered after kicking the door.

“The door is opened by hand, not by kicking it. How many times have I…”

“Oh, what are you saying? Hurry up and come to Sect Leader.”

“…….”

Yoon Jong and Jo Gol peered around behind Chung Myung.

“Sasuk, let’s go.”

“We’re all set!”

Baek Chun smirked as he looked at the three people.

So, what is his opinion? It makes no difference.

‘My family has arrived.’

He got up from his seat with a smile.

“Come on, guys. Let’s go!”

“Oh? You’re so confident! You look so motivated to beat your brother up!”

‘Oh…….’

‘Let’s get that jerk out of here.’

‘That punk.’

* * *

The audience was quieter than usual.

Only sixty and four of the many and numerous participants remain.

Those who were previously interested in which sect was more active are now gradually shifting their attention to who will win.

“Isn’t Namgung Dohui the most likely of all?”

“What are you talking about? It’s time for Peng Family to cross Namgung Family.” (I think cross here means overtake, but I will leave it as it is for now.)

“You suffocating person. The Great Five Family can’t get over the Ten Great Sect. It’s clear that Shaolin’s Hye Yeon will win the competition.”

“We can’t leave out Wudang Sect!”

There must be a thousand pairs of eyes if there are a thousand people. They watched the same match, but each chose a different winner.

“It may not be the Ten Great Sect and the Great Five Family.”

“What does that mean?”

“Isn’t there Mount Hua?”

“Oh, Mount Hua! That’s right!”

When the word “Mount Hua” was spoken, the audience began to nod in unison.

If it had happened before the competition, there would have been a finger pointing at the noise source and a roar calling the person a lunatic. But no one objected anymore.

“Mount Hua Divine Dragon deserves to win!”

“Not only Mount Hua Divine Dragon, but there is also Baek Chun the Righteous Sword. The sword he showed us in the last match was amazing. Who could have predicted that Mount Hua’s sword would be so stunning?”

“You have no idea! Plum Blossom Sect used to be located on Mount Hua. They were famous for being one of the strongest among the swords sect that exists in Kangho.”

“But why did they ruined?”

“Damn! They’re so strong, what’s with being ruined?”

“Wasn’t they were kicked out of the Ten Great Sect?”

“I don’t know the details, but I know one thing.”

“Huh?”

The speaker smiled and went on.

“If Mount Hua wins this time, it’s not impossible for them to back in the Ten Great Sect again.”

“Hou, indeed it is.”

People’s gazes are drawn to the location of Mount Hua.

‘The Ten Great Sect is evolving….’

Since ancient times, the Ten Great Sect has served as a symbol for Kangho. And, as unusual as it may have been, it was not uncommon for a ruined sect to leave the Ten Great Sect and be replaced by a new one.

But.

There has never been a time when a sect that was expelled from the Ten Great Sect regained its place.

‘What if it really did happen?’

‘This is going to be a lot of fun.’

The onlookers began to have strange expectations of Mount Hua.

“Chung Myung.”

“Yes?”

“You can hear them, right?”

“What?”

“The sound of people whispering.”

“What about it?”

Chung Myung looked perplexed at Jo Gol.

Jo Gol then quietly inquired, ensuring that no Elders were present.

“If we win, can we really get back to the Ten Great Sect?”

“Huh?”

Chung Myung’s eyes opened wide.

And the other Sahyung’s gaze was drawn to the two.

“Ten Great Sect?”

“We’re going into the Ten Great Sect?”

The Mount Hua disciples’ faces began to flush.

‘I can’t believe it’s the Ten Great Sect.’

‘Oh my goodness! Can we hope for something along those lines?’

Only three years ago, it was predicted that the pavilion would be taken away by debtors and placed on the Mount Hua signboard. However, after just three years, the Ten Great Sect.

They never took the crowd’s words seriously, but the fact that such a story came out was nothing more than telling the changed status of Mount Hua Sect. So proud were the Mount Hua disciples.

Yoon Jong also spoke up at the same time.

“If you think about it, there is nothing strange, isn’t it?”

“Yes?”

“There are a number of conditions that are required to be in the Ten Great Sect, but above all, it is power. We are now proving that Mount Hua’s power is second only to Ten Great Sect.”

He paused for a moment and swallowed dry saliva. (Swallowing dry saliva means nervous in Korean saying.)

“It may seem unreasonable right now, but if we keep going like this, it may not be a dream to return to Ten Great Sect. If that happens, we will truly recreate the glory of the past Mount Hua Sect.”

Everyone was lost in thought for a moment. And soon they rose to their dreams.

But there are people worldwide who don’t appreciate seeing other people happy.

“Where are you going again?”

“……Huh?”

“Ten Great Seeeeeeect?”

“…….”

Jo Gol, who saw Chung Myung lowering his head, closed his eyes unknowingly.

‘Why again?!’

‘No, what’s wrong with him all of a sudden?’

‘Who made a slip of the tongue, who?’

The Sahyung crept their head away. One shouldn’t make eye contact with that crazy demon at times like this.

“No, these guys beg for money for a while and now they really got a beggar’s spirit. Where are you going back? Ten Great Sect? Why would we go in there? Don’t Sahyung even have any pride?”

Chung Myung flashed his eyes and raised his voice.

“Oh my gosh, just how low self-esteem you have to even think of bowing your head and going back to those who kicked Mount Hua for being useless? Why? If that’s the case, why not go to Southern Edge Sect and shake your buttocks and ask them to get along well again!”

“No, that’s not what I meant…..”

“Even if they come and kneel and beg us to join again, we won’t go back to Ten Great Sect. It’s all a bunch of crap!”

Chung Myung was almost about to bubble up because of overheating.

“When I think of those old-fashioned bastards, I lose my temper! I’m so pissed off! Very much so!”

“Ca-Calm down, Chung Myung! I was wrong!”

Jo Gol broke into a cold sweat as he watched Chung Myung, who was about to become a demon.

In fact, this is quite natural from the point of view of Chung Myung.

The other disciples are not very moved by the fact that Mount Hua was kicked out of the Ten Great Sect. It’s because Mount Hua wasn’t a member of the Ten Great Sect from the moment they joined. They just think that the sect had declined and lost its qualifications.

However, Chung Myung, who knows what kind of secret is hiding in the situation where Mount Hua was expelled, makes his spine ache even when he hears the sound of the Ten Great Sect.

It’s so bad he feels like shoving plum trees down each one of their mouths.

But what?

Are they’re gonna go back to the Ten Great Sect?

“I won’t, I won’t! I won’t even if it’s free! To hell with Ten Great Sect, get out of there!”

“Okay, take it easy!”

Jo Gol and Yoon Jong held Chung Myung and struggled to dissuade him. However, when there was no sign of calming down, they eventually asked for help.

“Sasuk, please do something about this guy!”

But Baek Chun frowned with a gloomy face.

“Why? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“…what?”

And he said firmly.

“Do you have no pride? You’re going to crawl back down to where they left us? I disagree. What’s so great about Ten Great Sect?”

“…….”

Yoon Jong and Jo Gol smiled.

‘Oh, that person getting worse day by day.’

But Baek Chun said in a cold tone again.

“I’m not kidding.”

In a rather serious tone, Mount Hua’s disciples looked at him nervously.

“What we have to do is to show good grades and not be seen well by them. It proves that Mount Hua can be a great sect without having to enter the Ten Great Sect.”

Chung Myung shook his head widely.

“That’s right, that’s right.”

Then, he stared at Baek Chun and opened his mouth.

“You know what it takes to do that, don’t you, Sasuk?”

“Yes, I know.”

Baek Chun’s eyes turned to the stage.

The moment of decisive battle was approaching. He rose from his seat with his sword.

“I have to prove to everyone here that Mount Hua’s sword is not inferior to the Ten Great Sect sword.”

Chung Myung grinned.

“Go win.”

“Sure.”

Baek Chun took a short breath and walked toward the stage.

In front of him, Hyun Sang was waiting for him with a determined face.

“I’ll be back, Elder.”

“Baek Chun.”

“Yes.”

He said in a serious tone.

“I know it’s a big burden for you. But you have to show it. None other than you.”

“I know. Don’t worry.”

“Right, I will trust you and wait.”

Hyun Sang tapped Baek Chun on the shoulder as a sign of support and encouragement.

Finally, Baek Chun nodded and headed to the stage.

‘I have to prove it.’

Baek Chun knew the meaning of those words.

It is not Chung Myung. Chung Myung cannot prove Mount Hua’s sword.

He’s beyond genius.

Chung Myung would have been the strongest man in the world if he had entered any other sect other than Mount Hua. Even if he had entered a third-rate sect in the low-lying street, he would have been aiming for the world’s strongest by fixing the martial arts.

For such a person, what kind of sect they grew up in has no meaning.

So Baek Chun has to prove it.

That Mount Hua’s sword is never inferior to Ten Great Sect’s sword. No, even without the ‘Ten Great Sect’ title, Mount Hua’s sword could become stronger than those who have been taking advantage of that title.

Just then, a familiar face was rising from the other side of the stage.

‘Right, I’ll prove it.’

Against that Jin Geum Ryong.

Tok.

Baek Chun, on the stage, raised his head and looked up at the sky.

It’s blue.

The sky without a single cloud was so high that it seemed like he would be sucked in just by looking at it.

‘It was like this that day, too.’

The day he ran out of the house and headed for Mount Hua.

The sky of that day was as clear and clean as this.

It was time to prove the will he had at that time, and the path he had chosen at that time.

Baek Chun slowly lowered his head.

Jin Geum Ryong’s face was so cold. The cold-faced face and the cold-hearted completely changed Jin Geum Ryong’s impression.

It is a sad change for those who know Jin Geum Ryong in the past.

But as a swordsman?

‘It’s like a sharpened sword.’

A sword that was forged so sharply that it would cut through everything just by touching.

That’s exactly what Jin Geum Ryong looks like now.

How hard has he been pushing himself to be like that?

Baek Chun paid pure respect to Jin Geum Ryong’s will, even though the path was different.

“Mount Hua’s Baek Chun asks Jin Geum Ryong for a spar.”

After taking a brief ceremony, Baek Chun looked at Jin Geum Ryong with serious eyes.

Then Jin Geum Ryong’s lips curled up slightly.

“The arrogant one.”

Seureureung.

It was not long before his sword was pulled out. The sword under the blazing sun emitted a white light.

“I admit it.”

“…….”

“You’ve become stronger. The old, foolish, and full of beatings man has suddenly become a swordsman.”

Baek Chun’s body flinched.

The eyes that looked at Jin Geum Ryong flashed with bewilderment.

Jin Geum Ryong has never recognized him in his entire life. He has never even heard that common compliment.

However, in this situation, Jin Geum Ryong made a statement that he recognized Baek Chun.

“But.”

But Jin Geum Ryong’s words are not finished.

He twisted the corners of his mouth into a smile.

“You still have a long way to go.”

“…….”

“I’ll let you know today. The further you go, the further I go. That the difference is never going to be caught up.”

Then he glared at Baek Chun and spoke coldly.

“I’m still your wall.”

“…….”

“And your wall for the rest of your life.”

A smile also formed around Baek Chun’s mouth.

It was a soft smile, different from Jin Geum Ryong’s twisted ridicule.

“That’s too much.”

“…what?”

“I have a separate wall. There is a wall that can’t even be compared to Hyung-nim, which is so huge.”

“…….”

“So I’ll let you know. Walls are there to jump over, after all.”

“The arrogant one.”

No more words were needed between the two.

They just looked at each other and increased tension.

The sound of the world is slowly fading away.

The audience’s roar, the cheering of the Sahyung, and even the wind passing by their ears finally died down.

At that moment.

“I’m coming!”

“Taaaat!”

Baek Chun and Jin Geum Ryong began to rush toward each other with all their might, regardless of who came first.