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Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 295

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“Sa.. Sahyung!”

“Damn it!”

Screams erupted from the disciples of Mount Hua.

The stage is covered in blood.

Jo Gol, Yoon Jong, and even Yoo Iseol stood up and opened their eyes wide.

Chung Myung was the only one who remained seated.

He regarded the match with cold, subdued eyes.

‘You’re ecstatic.’

Swordsmanship has a proper application.

You don’t have to do anything if you can defeat your opponent using only a stronger martial art.

Your skill is measured by how well you use the appropriate martial art at the right time.

Baek Chun made an error there.

Plum Blossom is the most magnificent sword.

However, making plum blossoms requires both distance and time. If you try to make a colorful swing against a brilliant sword that flies at all times, your neck will break before you can even swing your sword.

“You had to have known.”

Chung Myung slightly clenched his teeth.

There’s no way Baek Chun is unaware of this. The sword theory has been given and explained numerous times. Objectively, there is no way Baek Chun, who is known as a recorder, could not have understood it.

However, excitement can cause blindness. It causes them to forget what they know and to make a different decisions than usual.

Baek Chun would never have made such a mistake if it hadn’t been for Jin Geum Ryong, a disciple of a prestigious sect with similar skills.

It was only because he was Jin Geum Ryong that he was able to excite and break Baek Chun’s mind.

“That idiot.”

Chung Myung’s jaw clenched. The sunken stare remained fixed on the stage.

Then Jo Gol began to address Chung Myung by name.

“Chu.. Chung Myung!”

“Don’t make a fuss!”

Chung Myung, on the other hand, said quietly.

“Although Sasuk is usually so stupid and self-respecting that he makes a fool of himself, and makes unnecessary trouble or acts like a jerk!”

“… Just curse him, man.”

“However, if he’s a swordsman, you should be able to withstand such a wound.”

Unlike usual, his gaze was cold and heavy.

“If you can lift the sword, you still don’t lose. That idiot knows that.”

Jo Gol turned his head and swallowed dry saliva at that word. Baek Chun entered his vision, clutching his blood-splattered wrist.


Jo Gol felt as if his blood was drying up as he watched Baek Chun.


A stabbing pain.

He is in excruciating pain in his wrist.

Baek Chun stopped the bleeding by pressing his unharmed hand against the wound.

‘Did I let down my guard?’

No, he wasn’t being irresponsible.

It’s arrogant rather than careless. That was, indeed, arrogant.

‘I knew the opponent was formidable.’

It’s powerful because none of his tricks work. When dealing with such a person, you must think about it every time you move your sword.

However, for a brief moment, he became inebriated and forgot about his worries. The wound on my wrist is the cost of my arrogance.

When Baek Chun lifted his hand to stop the bleeding, a deep cut nearly exposing his bones was revealed.

Jin Geum Ryong opened his mouth calmly, looking at the wound.

“Mount Hua’s flowers were beautiful.”

A dull voice.

Jin Geum Ryong’s voice was neither high nor low, as if Baek Chun’s injury was entirely natural.

“But it’s no use if you cut off the branches before they bloom. Just like you now.”

Baek Chun bit his lower lip gently.

Jin Geum Ryong’s words pierced him so deeply. Furthermore, Jin Geum Ryong stated coldly.

“Didn’t I tell you? You’re arrogant.”


“You seem to think that you are strong enough after hanging out with that Chung Myung, but this is what we use Fox Fake Tiger Power (호가호위(狐假虎威) / To Bully Others by Flaunting One’s Powerful Connections) for. You are nothing without the protection of the Mount Hua Divine Dragon. Right, literally nothing.”

The word pierced his heart.

His heart began to race, whether because of the wound or because of that word. His face becomes hot, and his back becomes wet with cold sweat.

Baek Chun strengthened his hand while holding his sword and looked at it.

It’s stirring.

Despite the excruciating pain, his hands moved. His muscle veins did not appear to be damaged.

Swinging the sword shouldn’t be too difficult if that’s the case.

‘I’m still capable.’

When Jin Geum Ryong saw the fighting spirit in Baek Chun’s eyes again, he narrowed his eyes.

“Are you going to do more?”

“…Of course.”

“Nothing will change. Don’t you know?”


Baek Chun showed off his teeth and growled.

“But I know what’s ugly. If I get out of here, I’m just stupid trash.”


Jin Geum Ryong beamingly smiled.

“You seem to be able to grasp the topic. I’m glad. I thought you forgot the topic.”

His icy cynicism reaches Baek Chun’s ear.

“Then come at me. Trash.”

Baek Chun clenched his teeth and fixed his gaze on Jin Geum Ryong.

‘I’m still capable.’

He did not succumb. No, not yet… No, not yet.

At the very least, he can admit defeat if he gives it his all. If he loses without doing this, he will never be able to surpass Jin Geum Ryong for the rest of his life.

So, for the time being, he must simply do his best.

Throb! Throb!

A hellish pain rose from his wrist as he gripped the sword like it was about to break.

Is it because he was bleeding excessively? His vision appears to be blurred. The clear world is gradually obscuring.


He needs to concentrate hard enough to forget about the pain in his wound.


Can he truly triumph?

His heart begins to pound.

Even in his normal state, he could not overwhelm Jin Geum Ryong; rather, he should be described as being pushed back.

But, with a wrist injury, can he beat Jin Geum Ryong?

‘Damn it.’

Jin Geum Ryong had grown enormously.

Jin Geum Ryong’s arrogant expression is beginning to blend with that of the past.

‘He always had that face.’

– You’re not going to be able to beat me.

That is something he has always been told.

Each and every time.

The outcome was always the same whenever he challenged: he rushed, believing he would win, but he always lost.

And how about this time?

‘Losing yet again……’

He was talking big, but he knew the odds were stacked against him; winning does not come from sheer willpower.

Dealing with Jin Geum Ryong while injured is too difficult.

Then what about….

“Heeeeeeeyyyy! You idiooooooooooot! ”

Baek Chun looked up, surprised.

Chung Myung rose from his seat, his eyes twitching.


He roared after growling with his teeth exposed.

“How dare you lower your head! I’m going to break your head!”


“Are you still the great disciple of Mount Hua with that!”

As if that wasn’t enough, Chung Myung began to rush onto the stage, foam in his mouth.

Then Yoon Jong and Jo Gol, who was standing right next to him, rushed in and grabbed his limbs, stretching them out.

Yoon Jong shouted to the other disciples behind him, as if pressing down on the disobedient strong beast.

“Come on! Hurry!”

Mount Hua’s disciples rushed to Chung Myung without looking back.

“Stop! Stop!”

“Chung Myung! There are a lot of eyes! That’s your Sasuk!”

“Cover his mouth! First of all, his mouth!”

All at once, they rush in and press down on Chung Myung. They climbed over Chung Myung almost looking like a small mountain, but Chung Myung who was still underneath and shouted, turning his eyes upside down.

“How dare you look so despondent! Your neck should be up straight even if your head is broken! That’s Mount Hua! You damn Sasuk!”

The spectators all looked at Chung Myung with absurd faces.

Even Jin Geum Ryong, who stood on the stage, could not hide his bewilderment.

Only one.

Only Baek Chun laughed at Chung Myung’s words.

“You d*mn bastard.”

Soon, his back straightened out.

Chung Myung is right.

Winning and losing doesn’t matter. If he truly feels Jin Geum Ryong is a wall, he shouldn’t despair before him.

“What did you learn!”


“Don’t forget what you’ve learned!”

Calmness began to return to Baek Chun’s face.

‘What did I learn?’

He rolled up the corners of his mouth.

“That’s the way to win.”


Baek Chun ripped off his clothes and tied his injured hand to the sword handle. He tied his hands so tightly that his blood could not pass, he raised his sword and pointed straight at Jin Geum Ryong.

His face is relaxed again.

Chung Myung’s eyes lit up when he saw it.




Mount Hua’s disciples, who were pressing him down, bounce off in all directions. Chung Myung raised his body and said with a smirk.

“That’s it. I prefer this kind of annoying sasuk better.”

It’s a hundred times better than being scared!

Jo Gol, who approached again, opened his mouth with a worried face.

“Chung Myung, Sasuk…….”

“There’s nothing to worry about.”

Chung Myung cut off his words resolutely without looking back.

“Sasuk is stronger than you think.”

There was a firm conviction in his voice.
It sinks.

His heart sinks slowly.

‘That was stupid.’


Of course, that’s also a mistake.

But the bigger mistake than that is that he has forgotten Mount Hua’s teachings.

– Cool? How do you keep your cool on a battlefield where blood is splattered and flesh is split? It’s just bullshit from people who don’t know anything. Everyone gets excited. The important thing is not to lose your sword even in the excitement.

It’s funny.

Throughout the training, he listened to nagging until his ears were pierced. To the point he wants to put a scabbard in Chung Myung’s mouth, who is chasing and nagging him.

But those terrible nagging are now paving the way for him.


The teachings of Mount Hua.

That fucking bastard’s nagging.

– Who uses a sword with their hands, Who! Can a guy with no toenails attached to the ground use a sword? Are you going to fly around the air and do a knife dance? It’s just a sword stab that the legs won’t hold! It starts with every firm foot! Plum without roots can’t blossom!


Start with the feet and lower body.

All sword begins on the lower body. He forgot even the basics.

– Don’t chase the glamour! If you are fascinated by the splendor of the sword you unfold, you will end up being swayed by the sword. The root of Mount Hua is not the plum sword technique! It’s the Sixfold Combo Sword Technique! Dongjungjeong (동중정(動中靜))! The basis of the Mount Hua sword is Dongjungjeong. If you can’t maintain the calmness of your mind in the splendid movement, no matter how colorful plum blossoms are, it’s just clown play!

(Mount Hua’s sword seeks dongjungjeong, that is, the stillness of the mind that is maintained even in splendid movements, rather than the splendor itself.)

‘Yes, I forgot that, too.’

Baek Chun smiled bitterly.

Even though he had forgotten everything he had learned, he hoped for victory. Are there other stupidier things to do?

Jin Geum Ryong narrowed his eyes as he saw Baek Chun smirking.

“What’s funny?”

“Oh……. I must have made you misunderstand. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m not laughing at Hyung. I was just laughing at me.”

“You must have lost your mind.”


Baek Chun swung his sword away once.

And looked at Jin Geum Ryong with an unshakable gaze.

“I forgot for a moment. All I have to prove is not that I’m stronger than Hyung.”


“What I had to prove was Mount Hua’s sword. Bring it on. I’ll prove that Southern Edge Sect’s sword is inferior to Mount Hua’s.”

“With that wounded hand?”

“It’s better.”

Baek Chun smiles, showing his teeth.

“Thanks to you, it will be proven more clearly.”

A laugh came out of Jin Geum Ryong’s mouth.

“There’s nothing worse than bravado that don’t match with the skill.”

“I agree, so…….”

Baek Chun lifted his chin slightly. And said with a smile.

“Stop bluffing and come at me.”

At the same time, Jin Geum Ryong’s cold life lay in his eyes.


His body rushes toward Baek Chun as fast as possible.

Try and keep bluffing if you can!


The sword that flew like a beam of light bounced right in front of Baek Chun’s neck.


Jin Geum Ryong could not hide his bewilderment for a moment.

It’s not surprising that Baek Chun blocked his sword. This is because, unlike before, Baek Chun’s movement of deflecting his sword was so natural.

‘What is it?’

Obviously, something has changed.

Jin Geum Ryong clenched his teeth and swung his sword again. In an instant, dozens of slashes poured out toward Baek Chun.

A formidable swift sword that cannot be pursued with the eye at any level.

But Baek Chun responded to all the slashes without difficulty with his sunken eyes.

The sound of clashing swords resounded in rapid succession.

‘Keep your head cool.’

His chest grew colder.

The lower body is firmly rooted to the ground and the waist straightens to support the body.

Those who can’t set their own center can’t even raise their swords.

‘Think of it.’

The teachings that Mount Hua gave him are completely etched into his body. There is no reason to lose if he can follow the teachings without forgetting them.

In the midst of chasing the sword attack, his gaze goes beyond Jin Geum Ryong to Mount Hua’s disciples.

‘Don’t look at me like that.’

‘You admire me? You believe me?’

‘You stupid bastards.’

‘I’ve only lost so far.’

‘I have never surpassed Jin Geum Ryong, and I’ve never led you properly.’

‘I lost again and again.’


‘Why are you looking at me with such an envious eye?’

These fools.

Baek Chun grit his teeth.


Baek Chun’s eyes were shimmering in the light, which pushed back the flying slash with formidable force.

His sword switches from defense to offensive without missing a gap created by the perfect defense.

Jin Geum Ryong unwittingly backed away, startled by Baek Chun’s swift sword rushing towards his neck.

“This guy!”

“Shut up!”

Baek Chun swung wildly.

There are people out there who believe in him.

Some stupid people believe that he will win this time even if he loses again and again.

‘But I…!’

“I can’t lose to you!”

Baek Chun’s sword shines under the dazzling sun. The light was then scattered all over Jin Geum Ryong’s body.

Chung Myung looks at it and speaks in an uncharacteristically low voice.

“Look carefully.”


“It’s going to bloom now.”

What he has stacked and piled up.

A dried flower that has endured and endured for a long time.

Spring has finally begun.

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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