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Bop Kye looked at Bop Jeong, who was sitting cross-legged and didn’t say anything.

Aside from the impressive white beard that grows all the way to the chest, it’s just an old monk who can be seen everywhere.

No one will pay attention to the old monk unless he is dressed in a yellow robe representing Shaolin. To that extent, Bop Jeong’s physical appearance was obvious.

But Bop Kye did think about it from time to time.

‘How much information does this man have in his head?’

The Shaolin Sect Leader.

Jeong, Bop

Some believe Bop Jeong is too weak to be Shaolin’s Sect Leader.

Shaolin’s leaders, who have led the world, have left indelible marks on Kangho. Shaolin’s Sect Leaders could only be giants who could lead the world with high Buddhism and a deep mind.

Compared to those previous masters, the current Sect Leader, Bop Jeong, was far too laid-back. As a result, it was said that his ability to lead Shaolin was insufficient.

However, only Bop Kye disagreed.

He had been watching Bop Jeong closely and knew that this ordinary-looking old man was more than capable of leading Shaolin.

No, perhaps he is superior to any other Bangjang in history in terms of being Shaolin’s Bangjang.


Bop Jeong, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes slowly.

He opened his mouth and smiled softly when he saw Bop Kye sitting in front of him.

“How did the public react?”

“Amitabha, it is as Banjang expected.”

“I see.”

Bop Jeong’s voice was serene. It’s similar to learning that the sun rose in the east today. Accepting nothing but the ordinary.

Bop Kye couldn’t stand it after seeing the calmness.


Bop Jeong smiled as he heard his voice.

“There’s anger in your voice.”

“… I’m sorry.”

“Yes, if you have anything to ask, just ask.”

Bop Kye gave a low nod and opened his mouth.

“Did you plan all this from the beginning?”

Indignantly, Bop Jeong laughed at his slightly trembling voice.

“A question must first start by conveying the exact meaning to the other person. What is the question you are trying to ask?”


Bop Kye looked down at the four remaining matches on the list.

“Did you craft this situation from the beginning?”

Bop Jeong then smiled.

“You’re curious about something meaningless. About what? Why would it matter whether I did or did not plan for this situation?”

Bop Kye exhaled deeply.

That’s what he said, but Bop Kye was convinced that Bop Jeong had orchestrated everything.


It’s very straightforward. This is because Shaolin is in the best possible situation.

What was Shaolin hoping to achieve with this competition?


To put it mildly, it’s harmony.

“………people often misunderstand.”

Bop Kye kept speaking while looking at Bangjang in front of him.

“Harmony is something that can only be created when we make concessions and understand each other.”

“How could that be a misunderstanding?”

“Because they forgot one important thing.”

Bop Kye’s voice became more powerful.

“In order to understand each other and to yield to each other, it is imperative to understand the other person and their position accurately. Wasn’t Bangjang trying to make Ten Great Sect understand their position?”

Bop Jeong recited the Buddhist Sutra softly without responding.

“Now that things have come this far, this stupid one thinks he knew what Banjgang was planning. Except for Shaolin, not a single disciple of the Ten Great Sect was able to make it to the semifinal. And unfortunately, it’s Mount Hua who’s been kicked out of the Ten Great Sect who has taken their place.”

It is more significant than they realized that the Ten Great Sect, except for Shaolin, did not have a single seat in the semifinal.

And it is Mount Hua’s advancement that deepens the meaning.

If Shaolin wins this competition, the Ten Great Sect will be trapped between Shaolin, who has demonstrated its strength as the Ten Great Sect’s leader, and Mount Hua, which is rising at an incredible rate.

If this is the case, the Ten Great Sect will be forced to accept Shaolin’s hand.

Because there is no better way to restore their honor than to be recognized by Shaolin, who has once again proven their title as Kangho’s North Peak.

In the end, the competition went exactly as Shaolin had hoped from start to finish.

‘No, it wasn’t Shaolin; it went exactly as Bangjang desired.’

Bop Kye got goosebumps down his spine.

A demon lurks behind that gentle smile, grabbing and shaking the world. But how many people on the planet are aware of this?

Those who are unaware of Bop Jeong’s true nature will believe that his essence is a simple and plain appearance.

“Bangjang, please let me ask you one more question.”

“You’re feeling a lot of conflict today. What piqued your interest?”

“Was Bangjang expected Mount Hua to be this strong from the start?”

Bop Jeong nods in response to the question.

“How can I?”


“What makes me different from the Buddha if I can guess what I haven’t seen with my own eyes? I never got to that point. But if I couldn’t tell even after seeing it with my own eyes, then I’m a fool.”

The eyes of the slightly lowered Bop Jeong shone darkly.

“I simply desired a positive outcome for everyone. Shaolin will be able to prove itself, and the Ten Great Sect will be able to recover from its arrogance and regain its position, allowing it to be of long-term benefit. And then there’s Mount Hua……”

There was a brief silence. He then spoke again after a brief pause.

“Mount Hua will be able to break free from the long darkness. Amitabha Buddha.”

Then he fixed his gaze on Bop Kye, reciting Buddha’s name.

“Harmony (화(和)) does not solely consist of Intent (뜻(意)). True harmony is made through the Dharma (법(法)). Even Shaolin, who follows the Dharma, has Discipline Hall (계율원(戒律院)) to punish their own indulgence. It is nothing more than nonsense to discuss harmony with those who do not abide by the Dharma.”

“That is right.”

“By the end of the competition, all the sects of the world will back to their roles.”

“Amitabha Buddha.”

Bop Kye closed his eyes and chanted Buddha’s name as well.

He doesn’t dare to guess what’s in Bop Jeong’s eyes.

But there is one thing.

“But Bangjang.”


“Isn’t that what Shaolin will do if he wins the competition? If there was a one in a thousand chance that Hye Yeon couldn’t beat him……”

“Mount Hua Divine Dragon?”


Bop Jeong had a quiet expression on his face.

It was difficult for Bop Kye to conceal his. This is due to a surge of emotions on Bop Jeong’s face, which is normally devoid of expression.

Sadness and excitement. Both joy and sorrow.

“Divine Dragon of Mount Hua Mount Hua Divine Dragon…… He’s a true artist.”

Bop Jeong shook its head quietly.

“However, the present Mount Hua is not enough to make the most of his talent. Mount Hua managed to revive the Plum Blossom technique with hard work. At this rate, returning to the Ten Great Sect is not a dream. But that’s all. To move beyond that, Plum Blossom Swordsmanship alone is not enough.”


“It’s a pity. It’s such a pity. If he had entered Shaolin, he could have made a thousand-year history with Hye Yeon.”

The determination in Bop Jeong’s eyes was clear.

“But if it’s his fate, then that child will have to accept it. Even if the child is a genius beyond Hye Yeon. The Plum Blossom Sword Method is by no means beyond Seventy-Two Unique Martial Art. I can’t handle moderation. It’s like fighting a long sword with chopsticks.”

“Amitabha, then Bangjang’s plan wouldn’t go wrong.”

“Yes, it will be.”

Bop Jeong’s eyes gradually faded.

‘And if my plans fail……’

The harmony he envisioned will disintegrate. The world’s axis will be divided into Shaolin and Mount Hua.

It’s only a small crack now, but……

‘Perhaps that small crack will lead the world to unprecedented chaos.’

“Amitabha Buddha.”

Bop Jeong chanted Buddha’s name loudly.

That would never happen to him.


* * *



Yoo Iseol’s response was brief.

Yoo Iseol was looking at Baek Chun silently.

‘There is no indication of tension.’

Although she was his Samae (Junior Sister), Yoo Iseol was a unique person the more he looked at her.

Hye Yeon is the person she has to deal with today.

Baek Chun imagined what it would have been like if he had been there. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep his cool as she did.

Even though he is aware that, except for Chung Myung, he is the strongest of Mount Hua’s disciples.

‘In any case, that’s what Samae always did.’

If the essential quality of a sword warrior is to remain calm, perhaps she is the person who has the quality of a sword warrior in Mount Hua the most as Chung Myung has said.

“Are you confidence?”


“…Is that so?”

Yoo Iseol, who doesn’t talk much, opened her mouth again because she thought he needed to add more words this time.



Yoo Iseol turns her head slightly and looks at the stage.

“It’s not about winning.”


Baek Chun looked at Yoo Iseol without a word for a moment. Then he smiled quietly.

“Right, I see. That wasn’t all.”

Suddenly he had forgotten about it.

This competition wasn’t a place to produce results.

When they first came here, the result they wanted was to announce to the whole world The Return of Mount Hua Sect. And they have already achieved enough results.

What’s left?


To grow more.

Yoo Iseol didn’t forget what even Mount Hua’s Daesahyung had forgotten for a while.

‘That’s why…’

Baek Chun smiled bitterly and said.



“What do you swing your sword for?”

It’s a trivial question. Perhaps just to avoid the slightly awkward situation.

But at the question, Yoo Iseol turned her eyes and looked far away.

“…… Plum Blossoms.”

“Plum Blossoms?”

Her transparent gaze once again turned to Baek Chun.

“I just want to make it.”


“A plum blossom that can be shown.”

Baek Chun closed his eyes slightly.

He never understood what it meant. But the weight of the words is fully conveyed.

He opened his eyes and spoke in a firm voice.

“This fight will speed up your path.”


“So fight without regret and come back.”

“Yes, Sahyung!”

Yoo Iseol bowed her head toward Baek Chun. Then she turned and headed for the stage.

Then Chung Myung was seen in her sight. He sat in the front seat with his arms folded as usual.

Normally, she wouldn’t have stopped.

But today, her feet stopped in front of Chung Myung.

Chung Myung lifted his head slightly and looked at her.


Yoo Iseol didn’t say anything, just stared at him.

It’s weird.

She already knows that Chung Myung is not someone who gives sheer. And she already knows what she needs to do right now.

But Yoo Iseol felt like she needed to hear something from Chung Myung.

Chung Myung also opened his mouth as if he knew how she felt.

“Sword don’t tell lies.”


“If the effort Sago has made so far is real, it’ll give you an answer.”

It wasn’t exactly a word of encouragement.

But Yoo Iseol nodded still.

Somehow, she calmed down the moment she heard that.


Tang So-so was looking at her with a worried face.

Yoo Iseol, who looked at the worried gaze with an expressionless face, nodded her head involuntarily.

“I’m watching you.”


That’s enough.

Soon after, she slowly climbed onto the stage her sword tied around her waist. With the eyes full of trust and concern from Mount Hua’s disciples.

Yoo Iseol, who was finally on the stage, looked at one person who was up first.

Hye Yeon.

The one who follows Shaolin’s essence.

Maybe it will be a fight that can’t even be fought.

The opponent is a genius raised with special care by Kangho’s best sect, the Millennium Shaolin.

And Yoo Iseol is just a nerd who was treated like an unusual person even in Mount Hua, who was ousted from Ten Great Sect.

Are they going to compete?

Ten out of ten. Hundred out of hundred. They will predict Hye Yeon’s victory.



Yoo Iseol slowly drew her sword.

Plum Sword.

Yes, Plum Sword.

Her oldest memory of her was of a man holding this plum sword.

Compared to that…….

Yoo Iseol looks at Hye Yeon with sharp eyes.

“I’m Yoo Iseol from Mount Hua.”

“This one is Hye Yeon from Shaolin.”

That was enough for the conversation.

All that’s left is to prove it.


Yoo Iseol, who exhaled briefly, inhaled a long breath. Her heartbeat subsides, and the tremors of her muscles subside.

At the same time.

Yoo Iseol, who became the sword itself, rushed toward Hye Yeon like a swallow who stepped on the water.

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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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