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Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 314

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A man who has committed a crime must face the consequences.

It is close to natural logic; there is no need to decide what is right or wrong.

However, such natural logic has always been the subject of debate, from ancient times to the present, because reaching an agreement on the appropriate level of punishment was not easy.

In that regard……

‘Things that are not even human.’

Jong Pal’s mouth opened with a low groan.

“This is a bit…….”

When he tried to express his displeasure, he was met with a sharp response.

“Do you talk?”

“Do you open your eyes?”

“Breathe?”

“…….”

His arms were clenched, and he shrugged coldly. He then muttered what he couldn’t say on the inside.

‘Isn’t the punishment excessive for what I’ve done?’

But he couldn’t afford to raise any objections.

Why? It’s overly simplistic. Because there are people around him who, even if the Nokrim who commands the entire mountain road called “Hyungnim!” orders him to serve immediately.

The sun has tanned her dark skin.

Solid construction.

As well as broad shoulders and rough faces.

There was no reason to doubt whether these were the descendants of a prestigious swordsman or bandits fresh from Nokrim. (Mountain Bandit or Thieves Mountain)

Those who have watched the competition at Shaolin are used to it, but Jong Pal, who arrived at Shaolin just yesterday, was taken aback.

‘Are these yangbans only interested in business and not in cleaning up the mountains?’

At this point, the 72 Nokrim mountains scattered around the world may start a war to recruit them based solely on their appearances.

Besides…

“Are your eyes still spinning? I’m going to get the black.”

“You should be grateful to Heaven that this is Shaolin. Would you believe you were still alive if it were Mount Hua? You’d be buried under a plum tree, chanting prayers.”

“The more I think about it, the more enraged I become. I’m going to roll you off the peak of Nakanbong!”

The personality fits Nokrim perfectly.

Jong Pal bowed his head, tears welling up in his eyes.

‘How did I get this way?’

When Hong Dae Gang arrived at Shaolin, he hurled Jong Pal into the midst of these beastly Mount Hua without looking back.

How can he be so careless? Still, as a seven-knots beggar of Beggar Union, shouldn’t he look out for promising disciples?

‘Huh?’

‘Are beggars inherently irresponsible?’

‘Uh… That’s right….’

Jong Pal exhaled deeply.

‘Any responsible person would not have started out as a beggar.’

They would have found another way to live even if they had become beggars.

Like that Cho Sam dude.

Jong Pal’s eyes trembled as he watched the match.

Cho Sam… no, Chung Myung was literally holding his opponent like a dog.

“Is this bastard going to run away?”

“Hi- Hiiik!”

As the opponent fled in fear, he was attacked and avoided here and there, but Chung Myung pursued him relentlessly, his eyes gleaming.

The amusing sight of one man fleeing and the other chasing with his eyes lit was happening right there, nowhere else.

Jong Pal’s face was filled with despair.

‘This isn’t some kind of Beijing opera.’

This is where the Murim Competition is held. The quarterfinals are currently underway over there.

In other words, those who made it through the competition are now the world’s eighth most powerful rising stars. As a result, each of them should be extremely powerful.

“How dare you approach the competition with an open fan! I’ll insert the fan into your nostrils!”

“Thi- This is a tradition…”

“I’ve never liked that old tradition before! What? Fan Method (선법(扇法))? Faaan Methoooood? How dare these brazen individuals compete with their fans!”

A fan made of Jaegal’s signature white feathers flew through the air.

The sight made Jong Pal shake his head.

‘That ignorant jerk.’

The Fan Method (선법(扇法)) of the Jaegal Family was known as the Best Under the Heaven (천하일절(天下一絶)), but it didn’t work at all against that monster.

The Eight Trigram Phantom Step (환영팔괘보(幻影八卦步)), which put the Jaegal Family in the position of the world’s Great Five Family, along with the Fan Method, spreads sweat through the soles of the feet, but it was not enough to get rid of that leech-like bastard.

‘What in the world happened in the last three years?’

According to Jong Pal, Cho Sam was a common beggar with no particular side. But what in the world causes a person to change in three years?

‘Did he pick up an Imoogi pill and eat it somewhere?’

If so, it must have been an Imoogi that would become an Evil Dragon (악룡(惡龍)). Given that the person’s personality has become so vicious.

“Head! Head!”

“Argh!”

Chung Myung’s sword ignorantly slaps Jaegal Song’s (제갈송(諸葛松)) head.

Jaegal Song grabbed his head and rolled around on the ground.

“I’ve heard the Jaegal Family is extremely intelligent! Let’s crack that nice head open! Put down your arm! If you try to stop it, you’ll break it!”

“Argh! Sohyeop! Sohyeop! Arms! My limbs!”

“What? Is it still blocking?”

Jong Pal could no longer bear the tragic sight and turned his head away.

‘Kangho is regressing.’

The Jaegal Family is well-known for their Fan Method and footwork, but their superior intelligence allowed them to make a name for themselves around the world.

However, in the face of Mount Hua’s violence, the Jaegal Family’s head, which is the foundation of their intellectual power, collapses.

This was an extremely symbolic scene.

Those who were watching the scene were now displaying absurdity beyond admiration.

“…can this really be like this?”

“But it’s a competition……”

Sparing is the act of comparing one’s abilities to those of another. In that sense, the traditional meaning of a spar has long since passed.

All that remains is to see how easily Mount Hua Divine Dragon dispatches its opponent.

And it was only Mount Hua’s disciples who were unconcerned about the current situation.

“Just give up quickly.”

“It’s all about pride, pride. You must make a choice between the two. Broken head or shattered self-esteem?”

“Then the latter is better, right?”

“I guess all the rumors about the Jaegal Family being intelligent are false. I can’t believe he’s considering fighting him.”

Each disciple of Mount Hua clicked their tongue and added a word.

While others claim that Mount Hua is violent, the sect has never been violent. Their violent tendencies are simply a result of their determination to survive that lunatic.

To claim to be Kangho’s powerhouse, one must have at least that much understanding of the situation. They believe that Jaegal Familt did not inherit their ancestors’ wisdom.

As a result of this?

It’s straightforward.

Bam!

Jaegal Song collapsed on the spot. His head, which had fallen flat on the ground, was emitting white steam.

“Know that I went easy on you because no matter what you’re still a scholar.”

Chung Myung took the White Feather Fan (백익선(白羽扇)), which was falling from the air, and came down to the stage gently.

Mount Hua’s disciples smiled as they looked at it.

“There should be tension around the quarterfinals.”

“Far too much. Far too much. He’s too much for these up-and-coming stars.”

Chung Myung demonstrates his overwhelming strength in the competition, just as he did in Mount Hua.

That fact gave Mount Hua’s disciples both hope and sorrow.

The hope is that by closely following Chung Myung, they will be able to turn everything upside down.

The tragedy is that no matter how hard they try, the day they beat that d*mn thing while he is still alive and breathing will never come.

Even the prestigious sect’s disciples are being crushed like fallen leaves swept away by a broom, so how can they defeat Chung Myung?

They can only lay flat on the ground like wet leaves.

“So with that one out of three has completed their match.”

“But the second one is the problem…….”

Mount Hua’s disciples turned their heads and looked at one place in unison.

“……Why do you look at people like that?”

“No, I don’t really…….”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’ve done well up to this point.”

Jo Gol pouted his mouth in everyone’s gaze.

“I might win.”

“Hahaha. Of course, of course.”

“Well, first, let’s see who’s Samae against with?”

At the words that seemed to think his victory was unlikely, Jo Gol rose slightly in a fit of rage.

Then Yoon Jong smiled and grabbed his shoulder.

“Gol-ah.”

“What?”

“There is no point in saying anything. If you really think so, prove yourself on the stage!”

Jo Gol’s eyes flared at the words.

“You’re right, Sahyung! I’ll be right back!”

“Yes. I believe in you.”

Filled with enthusiasm, Jo Gol grabbed the sword at his waist and jumped toward the stage.

Then Chung Myung swung toward the empty chair and sat down.

“Good job.”

“Isn’t it only natural? But the next match is Jo Gol Sahyung, right?”

“Yes.”

“Who’s his opponent?”

“Uh…….”

Yoon Jong shrugged his shoulders, smiled brightly, and answered.

“Shaolin’s Hye Yeon.”

“Ah. Shall we go eat?”

“…….”

And Chung Myung immediately stopped paying attention to Jo Gol.

In response to the sharp remark, Baek Chun asked Chung Myung sneakily.

“By the way, Chung Myung.”

“What?”

“Is there that much difference?”

“Huh?”

Baek Chun says, glancing at the stage.

“Of course, Jo Gol isn’t super strong, but I don’t think he’ll be so unilaterally beaten even if he off against Jin Geum Ryong or Namggung Dohui. In any case, it’s true that he has reached the quarterfinals with his abilities.”

Besides, aren’t many people in the world recognizing Jo Gol’s skills enough that he gets the nickname of Mount Hua Five Sword?

“Oh. Jo Gol Sahyung? Oh, well, he’s strong. Right, he is.”

Chung Myung’s voice has a subtle indifference.

“But that’s not the problem.”

“…then?”

“Strong is a relative thing.”

Chung Myung made a chin gesture.

At the end of his gaze was Hye Yeon, who calmly came up to the stage.

“Not for that one.”

“…….”

“You’ll see.”

Chung Myung’s eyes are fixed straight on Hye Yeon.

“Huuf.”

Jo Gol, who was on the stage, took a deep breath and put his hands together.

“Jo Gol from Mount Hua!”

Then the monk with a yellow robe bowed his head while doing BanZhang (半掌).

“This one is Hye Yeon from Shaolin.”

A soft, small voice.

It was a voice that didn’t have the slightest bit of vigor.

Jo Gol looked at Hye Yeon and frowned slightly.

‘He doesn’t look very strong on the outside.’

Of course, that doesn’t mean that he will underestimate his opponent or let his guard down. It’s the same for Chung Myung that doesn’t seem strong on the outside.

Rather, it was Jo Gol who learned from experience that these people were more dangerous in Kangho.

What should he say?

‘It feels completely different.’

Hye Yeon was something different from martial artists he had seen so far.

Right, it’s like an alien, to be exact.

He saw quite a few Shaolin monks in Shaolin, but none of them felt the same way as Hye Yeon.

Rather than being calm, he seems closer to being really shy. Isn’t he looking down and blushing slightly because it’s burdensome to receive people’s attention?

“…Can I start?”

“Huh? Oh…… Yes. A, ah…… Amitabha Buddha. Ple- Ple- Please!”

“…….”

Jo Gol shook his head unconsciously.

‘He is a strong person recognized by Chung Myung, so he must be incredibly strong.’

He is not the only talented person Chung Myung acknowledged, but when talking about Hye Yeon, the tone was clearly different.

That means he is the strongest man in this competition except for Chung Myung. But instead of being so bold, he’s not even ambitious.

Jo Gol took a deep breath, drew his sword, and aimed forward.

‘No matter how strong the opponent is, it doesn’t matter to me.’

Anyone can win if they can handle their own sword perfectly.

“Here I go! Taaat!”

Jo Gol charged forward with a shout.

The opponent is strong. But now it is clear that the opponent is frozen tight.

It’s the swordsman’s skill not to miss the opponent’s mistake!

Before the opponent gets used to this situation, he gets the chance to win……!

On the other hand, as Jo Gol rushed in with momentum, Hye Yeon’s face instantly flushed with panic. Then, reflexively, he hurriedly stretched out his hand.

‘With such a clumsy move…….Huh?’

Wooong!

Hye Yeon’s body seemed stained with golden energy, but soon a vibrating sound filled the stage, which seemed like thousands of bees flapping their wings simultaneously.

Suddenly, golden energy the size of a human body exploded out.

“Huh?”

Kwaaa!

Like water gushing out of a hole in a huge bank, the golden energy with a violent momentum crossed the stage. Then its passed the audience’s head and got stuck in the distant Hall of Shaolin.

Kwaaaaang!

“…….”

Everyone watching the scene was speechless.

“Tha- That….”

Kwaerureureung.

The hall is collapsing.

No, it is inappropriate to say that it collapses.

The vortex that the Fist created was literally engulfing the entire building.

The front Hall was torn to shreds, gathered in the center, and then bounced off in all directions with a sound like a bomb exploding.

Ureureurueng!

The hall literally collapsed in an instant.

A single strike.

With just one strike.

“…….”

Jo Gol, who watched the scene with his mouth half-open, began to shiver.

Hiccup!

‘That…. What if it’s hit?’

Cold sweat formed on his back. He turned his head very slowly with a pale blue face. Hye Yeon was looking at him with a puzzled face.

“A-Are you all right? I- I was so panicked…….”

‘Ah, you almost crushed people out of panic.’

‘Re…….’

‘Re- Really.’

A delightful smile crept across Jo Gol’s lips.

‘Save me!’

There was another monster in front of him.

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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  1. auralili says:

    Good luck baby
    Oh hes so shy
    Hes so cute 😍

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