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Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 297

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“Sahyung! Hahahahaha! Sahyung! Sahyuuuuung!”

Mount Hua’s disciples attacked Baek Chun as he exited the stage.

“You’ve won! You’ve won!”

“Crazy! You triumphed over Jin Geum Ryong!”

Baek Sang, who had been the first to run, embraced Baek Chun and burst into tears.

“Sahyung, Sahyung, Sahyung! Heuk…….”

Baek Sang couldn’t keep his tears from falling.

He is aware.

How far Baek Chun has gone to defeat Jin Geum Ryong? It was Baek Sang who was the most knowledgeable about the situation.

That is why he can’t stop crying.

“Don’t cry.”


Baek Chun gave a soft smile.

“Why are you crying when I came back after winning in a good mood? You should congratulate me.”

“Yes, really…… Sahyung, congratulations.”

Baek Chun quietly nodded.

Then he took hold of Baek Sang’s back hair and lightly shook it.

“Thank you.”

His wrist is hurting.

The pain that had been forgotten due to the tension began to return. However, Baek Chun smiled.

‘I’m not concerned with the pain right now.’

He finally made it across the wall that seemed to stretch on forever.

That fact was more important to Baek Chun than anything else.

“You need to be treated.”


Yoo Iseol grabbed Baek Chun, his face expressionless.

Anyone who knows her well, however, will notice. The corners of her mouth, which appear cold, are subtly raised.

Baek Chun defeated Jin Geum Ryong.

This does not simply mean that the conflict between the two has ended. It means that Mount Hua, not Chung Myung, has completely surpassed the Southern Edge Sect.

“You’ve done a great job, Sahyung.”


Baek Chun continued to shake his head.

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have done anything by myself. It’s all thanks to you guys.”

The disciples of Mount Hua laughed at each other.

The smoldering heart……

“Are you laughing?”

In an instant,…….. began to cool down.

The Mount Hua disciples’ eyes all turned to one side simultaneously. Chung Myung walked with his head cocked.

‘How come that thing is angry again?’

‘We won. This victory should be sufficient for us.’

‘A fire barrel is on its way. Back off. Back off!’

Chung Myung, who had approached them, glared at Baek Chun.

“Are you laughing?”


“If you just fought well, you could’ve won without any harm, but you still laugh after get a cut on your wrist? Huh?”

In an instant, Baek Chun’s face was distorted.

“Still, if this is the case, it can be said no damage…”

“Is there any harm done? Oh my goodness! Is the wrist loose but there is no damage? Will your head be loose if there is some damage?”


With his eyes, Baek Chun desperately sought assistance. But all of the Sahyung were eager to avoid his gaze.

‘These wretched bastards.’


The bond between Sahyung?

What, warm?

What the hell happened?

The Sahyung, which had been cheering and crying around him until recently, was creeping away as if nothing had happened.

“I’ve told you so many times that you have to remain calm, but what’s the point of saying it! I’d rather read the sutras to the cows! Cows can listen, at least they listen! Aigoo, my fate. What am I going to do with these things?”

His ears are on the verge of bleeding.

His ears hurt more than his injured hand.


Did nagging lead him down the wrong path?

For a brief moment, Baek Chun considered hitting himself in the past.

It was when he was thinking about how to get out of this situation.

Chung Myung stopped nagging and fixed his gaze on Baek Chun.


He shook his head and opened his mouth.

“But you did a pretty good job.”


“Anyway, the results are important. It’s a good thing that you beat the ghost sword of the Southern Edge Sect.”

“……Did you eat something wrong?”

“I’m going to get my money.”

Chung Myung shook his hand and walked over to the casino. Baek Chun opened his eyes wide as he looked behind him.

‘What’s the matter with that guy…’

If Chung Myung were normal, he would have driven people to the point where their ears bled the moment he started. But for him to stop here?



Back Chun nodded quietly, buoyed by the pouring Sahyung once more. Despite this, his gaze was fixed on the back of the distant Chung Myung.

– You did an excellent job.


‘After three years, you’re finally complimenting me.’

* * *

It’s freezing outside.

Unlike the cheers below, the podium where the Sect Leaders gathered was deafeningly silent.

Nobody can think of a word easily.

It’s not just because of the outcome of the game.

Of course, Mount Hua’s Baek Chun’s victory over Southern Edge Sect’s Jin Geum Ryong is surprising.

However, the Sect Leaders’ lips were sealed for a reason other than victory or defeat.

‘That sword.’

Heo Dojin, surrounded by his Sahyung, looked at Baek Chun with low sunken eyes.

Of course, this isn’t their first encounter with Mount Hua’s Plum Blossom. Didn’t they congratulate the Mount Hua Sect on resurrecting its ancient martial art?

However, the words “recovering martial arts” and “regaining the true meaning of martial arts” were clearly distinct. Now, Baek Chun has demonstrated that Mount Hua has reclaimed not only its shell, but also its original meaning.

In other words…

‘It means that Mount Hua’s Plum Blossom Swordsmanship, which commanded the world, is back.’

It is beyond comprehension.

Why is the existence of a teacher required if one can realize the true meaning of the recovered old martial arts and use them at the same level as before?

Martial arts, as a prestigious sect, is inherently complicated and difficult. As a result, even if a person is among the best in the world, understanding and reproducing martial arts cannot be easy.

‘Does this imply that the Plum Blossom Sword technique was taught?’

But how and to whom could the martial arts that had been practiced for decades be taught?

Heo Dojin bit his lower lip slightly.

‘In any case, one thing is certain.’

No one in the world will be able to ignore the Mount Hua Sect if it is certain that the martial art has been restored. And perhaps…

‘The world’s power balance could be rewritten.’

There was a strong sense of impending doom.

This is because he felt that the competition for the best sect had not yet ended in the Taoist Sect, which he thought was over.

Heo Dojin cocked his head and studied the expressions of the other Sect Leaders.

Perhaps he wasn’t the only one thinking this, but the majority of the Sect Leaders were looking at Baek Chun with serious expressions.

Without a doubt.

‘That side was almost completely out of his mind.’

Jong Nigok, Sect Leader of Southern Edge Sect, was stunned and couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

He will, of course.

Jin Geum Ryong, the highest ranking of the Southern Edge Sect’s rising disciples, was later confirmed as the Sect Leader of the Southern Edge Sect. How will he deal with the shock and aftermath of losing to Righteous Sword rather than Mount Hua Divine Dragon?

Mount Hua and the Southern Edge Sect, in particular, are in a relationship in which one lives and the other dies due to the sect’s close proximity and relationship.

The crushing defeat by Mount Hua’s disciple in front of tens of thousands of people and prominent figures will be an irreversible fatal blow to the Southern Edge Sect.

That’s why he can’t help but be captivated.

On the other hand, Mount Hua Sect Leader Hyun Jong was looking at his disciples with emotion.


Heo Dojin cracked a faint smile.

‘He’s a really funny guy.’

Heo Dojin could hate them without hesitation if he put a lot of strength on his shoulders or showed his pride. It makes him uncomfortable to have evil intentions because he appears to genuinely love his people.

‘Mount Hua. It’s Mount Hua ……. How far would you go?’

* * *


The eyes of Yoon Jong and Jo Gol shook violently.

“He- He can’t participate again?”

When Yoon Jong screamed in fear, Hyun Sang nodded firmly.

“The muscle vein is not completely damaged, but he may have problems for the rest of his life if he overdoes it. As a result, he should abandon the next match.”

“No, that is…….”

Jo Gol screamed, as if taken aback.

Baek Chun has finally defeated Jin Geum Ryong. He can’t believe Baek Chun has to abandon the competition after finally breaking through the wall and improving his skills. What kind of lightning is this?

“Is there any other way?”

“There are countless ways.”

“The- Then why……?”

Hyun Sang sternly said to Jo Gol, who asked desperately to do something.

“But there is no method that doesn’t leave any after-effects. What’s this contest supposed to be about?”

Jo Gol, who was about to say something, shut up.

He knew that Hyun Sang was right. Nevertheless, it is regrettable.

“Sasuk …….”

Jo Gol looked back at Baek Chun with worried eyes.

Baek Chun said in a calm voice.

“Then I’ll give up.”

“Sa- Sasuk!”

Jo Gol and Yoon Jong looked surprised, but Baek Chun just smiled quietly.

“It can’t be helped.”


“There’s nothing to be disappointed about.”

He shook his head and asked.

“Why are we here?”


Back Chun answered instead when Sajil couldn’t answer.

“We’re not here to win. We’re here to show the world Mount Hua’s sword and let them know that we never fell. So…… this is my role.”


“The rest is up to you.”

Looking at Baek Chun smiling as if he had no regrets, the two eventually nodded quietly.

Strangely, Baek Chun looks a little bigger than before.

“Of course, if I hadn’t been injured, I would have been looking for a better performance, but now that it has become like this, it can’t be helped.”

“It’s too much.”


Baek Chun turned his head at the sudden intervention.

Yoo Iseol was looking at him indifferently.


“Even if Sasuk weren’t injured, Sasuk will stop here anyway.”

Back Chun frowned at the unexpected remark.

“…Are you saying that my skills are still lacking?”

Yoo Iseol shook his head.

“It’s not like that.”


“The winner of the next match is the Sasuk’s next opponent.”



Yoo Iseol glanced back.

“Who’s going to the stage next?”


What she pointed to was Chung Myung, who was sweeping the money in the gambling den.

“That one?”

“Yes, that one.”


Baek Chun, who was staring at him intently, looked back at Yoo Iseol and smiled a comfortable smile that would never be seen in the world again.

“……the lingering feelings have gone away.”

“I see.”

“It was meaningless anyway.”

No. It might be better to be eliminated here than to face ‘that’ on the stage.

– Hoooo? Do you dare to draw your sword against me?

Baek Chun’s body trembled at the sound of the voice that naturally lingered in his ears.

“Maybe it’s a good thing.”

“I think so, too.”

….. it’s better (for the lingering feelings) to be cut clean.

It was then.

“What are you talking about?”


Yoon Jong looked back in surprise.

‘When did you come?’

Chung Myung stood with a bag of money.

‘I’m sure he was holding the money on that gambling den just a moment ago!

“N-No. It’s just your next match.”

“Oh, really?”

Chung Myung nodded slightly and put the bag of money on the ground.

“Keep this safe.”


“So my opponent…….”

“It’s Isong Baek.”


Chung Myung scratched his chin as if something was catching him.

“I think Southern Edge Sect has been beaten enough before, but strangely, we keeps getting entangled. Thought, this is the tradition of Mount Hua Sect and Southern Edge Sect.”

“So you’re gonna go easy on him?”

“There’s no such thing as going easy in my dictionary!”

Chung Myung’s eyes glared.

“If you want to get hit gently, you shouldn’t come to the match! A bastard with a sword in front of me will be cut first! There is no difference between men and women!”

Baek Chun smiled pleasedly as he watched the burning Chung Myung.

‘First of all, thank you, Jin Geum Ryong.’

Realizing that he was almost included in that “men and women of all ages,” Baek Chun looked at Southern Edge Sect’s camp with a heart full of gratitude.


All the faces of Southern Edge Sect disciples turned pale when they saw Jin Geum Ryong being carried.

Jin Geum Ryong lost.

Not anyone else, Jin Geum Ryong.

Southern Edge Sect Jin Geum Ryong’s defeat brought a wave of emotion that could not be compared to Baek Chun’s victory.

No one denies that Jin Geum Ryong is the best rising star in Southern Edge Sect. He was like a general among Southern Edge Sect’s second-class disciples. Jin Geum Ryong was the one who conquered Southern Edge Sect with his overwhelming talent and effort that even took away competitors’ spirit.

However, since he lost to Baek Chun, not Chung Myung, the shock was enough to evaporate the sadness and anger.

All Southern Edge Sect’s disciples gathered here were almost in a panic.

Feeling the atmosphere as if he had fallen into the abyss, Isong Baek closed his eyes.

‘It’s over.’

This is irreversible.

Jin Geum Ryong’s defeat is not a simple matter.

Now that the Twelve-Movement Snow Flower Sword Technique has been broken, Southern Edge Sect’s disciples can no longer raise their heads against Mount Hua.

In the past, Mount Hua’s disciples felt despair toward Southern Edge Sect; now, Southern Edge Sect will feel the same way against them. No, it would despair more than that and be inescapable.


What should they do now?

Isong Baek raised his head and looked at the stage.

Suddenly, he could see Chung Myung trudging up to the stage.

Isong Baek, who had been staring at him for a moment with a complicated face, opened his mouth.

“… I’ll be back.”

The eyes of the powerless Southern Edge Sect disciples are stuck behind his back.

“I’d rather…”

The words did not continue, but it was not difficult to guess the latter…

He would have said it would be better to abstain.

They understand. Jin Geum Ryong lost to Baek Chun, and therefore it would mean that Isong Baek couldn’t beat Chung Myung.

It would mean that it would be better to abstain from showing an irreversible loss of Southern Edge Sect in a row in front of everyone.

That makes sense, Clearly.


Isong Baek just walked forward with a calm face.

‘Right. Maybe it’s stupid.’


‘He who does not walk will not be able to proceed.’

His steps went straight to Chung Myung.

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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