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Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 339

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“Keuaaakkk! You filthy scumbag!”

As Jo-Gol screamed, Chung Myung grinned.

“It’s beneficial to train and work at the same time! Are you trying to live comfortably just because you did some good in the big fight? I’m not going to look at you like that until I get dirt in my eyes!”

“Dirt? Is it okay to use any dirt?”

Baek Chun, who had risen from below, grabbed the dirt on the ground and ran to Chung Myung.

He was kicked and fell back down the cliff as soon as he rushed in.


As they heard the distant scream, everyone bowed their heads slightly.

‘I’ll never forget your bravery. Sasuk.’

‘The two clashes are becoming increasingly violent.’

‘I’m wondering if he’s still alive.’

At sight, Chung Myung clicked his tongue.

“Tsk tsk. Everyone’s into it.”

Chung Myung had a lot of drinks and jumped out of the cart. The other disciples, who had climbed the cliff together, were completely exhausted and were lying on the ground, unable to raise their heads.

Unam couldn’t help but inquire.

“……Chung Myung-ah.”


“Isn’t there an easier way?”

“Ei, then that can’t be called a train.”



Right. It’s only natural for this guy to respond like this.

It was Unam who realized what Chung Myung’s return meant.

“Anyway, it’s a good thing you came back.”

“Yes, Great Sasuk. Well…….”

Chung Myung, about to say something, closes his mouth and frowns. Then he approached the second and third-class disciples lined up behind Unam.

Everyone held their breath, not knowing what would happen. Chung Myung reached out and poked at the thighs and arms of the disciples and crumpled his face.

“No, what did these guys do while I was away, Why did their body become half as small as they were before?”



Unam had a blank face.

Quite a few have a bandit’s impression, but half……

What’s he saying with all those arms and all those chest muscles bursting out of the clothes?

“If you had done the training I ordered, this wouldn’t have happened, right?”

“Uh……, but…….”

A look of injustice appeared on their faces. Unfortunately, there was no opportunity for excuses.

“Right, there should be times when people rest.”

“R- Right?”

“But I don’t know if the people behind me think so.”


It was because all those who had climbed up the cliff with the carts were staring at them with eyes full of poison.

“Did you all enjoy yourselves while we were being treated like this?”

“Look at those thin forearms. Will they break if I hit them?”

“We have to kill them! Kill them!”

The innocent disciples of Mount Hua became the subject of criticism just because they were comfortable here.


At that moment, a man walked forward with a smile on his face.


“Baek Sang Sasuk!”

Everyone looked at him earnestly as if he was a savior.

But Baek Sang smiled endlessly and tenderly and pointed to the other side of the peak.

“One Yeonhwa Peak.”




Some of the people who were looking at each other began to jump toward Yeonhwa Peak. Then, the rest ran to Yeonhwa Peak with all their might as if they had only figured out the situation.

“Get out of my way!”

“No, what the hell is this! Wasn’t this a welcome event?”

“Welcome event or whatnot, get out of the way!”

Those who climbed up the cliff grabbed the cart as they saw the other disciples running to Yeonhwa Peak even though they were tangled and turned upside down.

“… Let’s go in for now. For now.”

Kkiiik. Kiiik.

The sound of the rolling cart’s wheel was the most depressing.

“Tsk. In any case, I really can’t leave my seat.”

Chung Myung walked ahead, and Mount Hua’s disciples, who turned into rags, pushed carts.

Unam, who was watching them, had no choice but to think deeply about one thing.

‘Why does no one care about Baek Chun who fell off the cliff?’


Now he felt that the Mount Hua Sect he knew (?) had returned, and he shook his head involuntarily.

* * *

“Congratulations, Sect Leader!”

“Sect Leader have worked really hard.”


Hyun Jong nodded his head with a supremely benevolent face.

A feeling of satisfaction that could not be hidden was revealed on his face, which had washed away the fatigue and old dirt accumulated from the long journey with a bath.

“Everyone must have worked very hard to protect Mount Hua while I was away. Did anything happen?”

“What hardship is there to be? We should not dare mention the word “working hard” when Sect Leader returns from a long journey. Rather, the rumor that Mount Hua were active in Shaolin was heard even in this Shaanxi, so I couldn’t control my excitement.”

“Huh, did the rumor go so fast?”

“Yes. Thanks to that, everyone cheered and rejoiced with one heart.”

Unam’s face, which had always remained calm, was red. In front of the Sect Leader, he could not only be reverent, but inside, he seemed unable to control his joy.


Hyun Jong burst out laughing.

There is definitely a difference between praising what they have accomplished and hearing it through the mouth of others.

And seeing such Unam, no one else, was so excited, he felt even more real about how great the thing they had accomplished.

“It’s a good thing. If the rumor spread to Shaanxi before we came, it wouldn’t take long for the rumor to spread throughout the world.”

Unam nodded violently at Hyun Sang’s words.

“Of course, Elder. As you may have seen on your way here, Huayin are in turmoil! Everyone is so happy that Mount Hua is regaining its old reputation.”

“Yes, it’s a good thing.”

Hyun Sang smiled pleasedly. Then Hyun Young opened his mouth with a slightly sharp voice.

“Well, that’s enough praise.”

It was simply the appearance of a fierce Elder.

“Did anything happen while we were away?”

“There were no major problems. Due to trade with Yunnan, we had to coordinate some matters with the Eunha Merchant Guild, but there has been no significant change, so please check and issue an order.”

“I see. Other than that…….”

“Other than that, I…….”



Unam turned his head in surprise as he stopped talking. A desperate scream was heard from outside the door.

“Hmm. Other than that…….”

He tried to keep the conversation going by ignoring it somehow, but the situation where he could speak did not come easily.


“Why is he back? Why!”

“What are you doing as soon as you arrive! Aaaaah, oh my gosh!”

Unam, who shivered slightly, eventually got up from his seat and opened the door. He was about to scold them for making a fuss while talking to Sect Leader.


But he lost his word.

In just one hour, the disciples of Mount Hua were drooling and rolling on the ground.

‘Did he roll them around on a coal mine’s floor or something?’

They just arrived a little while ago…….

The beggar of Beggar Union was behind the disciples of Mount Hua and rolling together, and Chung Myung was just shaking his head.

“These yangban are out of their mind! Are you playing around for a month because there’s no one around?”

“W- We trained! We did our best!”

“Your best? Your beeeeeest? Can you really say you’ve done your best when you stabbed by Magyo? A month is enough time to learn a sword technique, and you’re going to waste that time? Come on. I’ll make up for the time Sahyung had lost!”

“Sa- Save me…… Agh!”

A sympathetic voice passed through Unam’s ear, and who observed the horrific scene in front of him.


“Oh? Yes, Sect Leader.”

Unam looked back at Hyun Jong. Hyun Jong smiled softly and nodded.

‘Right, he will have to go stop him…..’

“Close it.”


Unam, who closed the door quietly as instructed by Sect Leader, sat back as if nothing had happened.

Even sadder was that the Elders and Ungum sat as if nothing had really happened.

‘It seems that something has changed.’

He doesn’t know what’s changed, but he definitely feels something…….

“Anyway, so…”

Throughout the meeting, the screams of the disciples lingered in their ears.

* * *

“Are you having fun?”


“A man was overcoming the critical point of death, and while he was hit with a sword and punched in the Shaolin, you guys had fun playing around.”

The eyes of Mount Hua’s disciples were filled with water.

Of course, they can understand being cursed at.

Although they practice hard, they know that “doing their best” is quite important.

No matter how hard they trained, it could not be said that they trained at the same intensity as when there was Chung Myung.

So they bear being cursed at. They really think so.

But what made them sad was that Baek Chun, not “he”, was running wild in front of their eyes.

Hell……. No, Baek Chun, who had fallen down the cliff and returned alive, was literally nagging the disciples to the point of bleeding their ears.

‘Was the cliff less high?’

‘Just die there.’

And the other disciples who went to Shaolin with him glared at them individually.

Things that seemed like bandits when they went out went to Shaolin and came back as demons.

‘What the hell happened at the competition?’

Skill is also determined by talent, but many things are determined by how much you have practiced. As a result, most of the people who visited Shaolin were highly skilled in each generation.

So they can’t rebel and literally feel like going to die.

“Everyone, listen.”

“Yes! Sahyung!”

The second and third-class disciples, which were tightly disciplined, answered while leaning their upper bodies forward so much their waist seemed bent.

“We came back after feeling a lot of things in Shaolin feeling. It’s not just an experience. It certainly helped a lot to see the martial arts of other sects with your own eyes.”



Baek Chun stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

“It’s a pity as your Sahyung that you’re the only ones who can’t have such a good experience.”


“If you don’t have teeth, you have to fill it with your gums. Me! This me! I will be sure to engrave what I have seen and felt over the past month! You don’t have to worry because this experience will never make you lose your motivation! Do you understand?”



‘We’re fine…….’



Baek Chun tilted his head as he looked at the disciples who responded loudly as if they were leaving.

“I’m not saying this because you guys were comfortable while we were suffering like dogs because of someone. Never!”

‘That’s right.’

‘It’s obvious.’

‘In the past, Chung Myung was the only one who messed up. Now they’re all doing this together! All together!’

Baek Chun turned his head back and looked at Mount Hua Sect who was flinching.



And he slit his throat with his thumb.

“Break ’em up.”


Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol, who were in the lead, flipped their eyes and rushed forward. At the same time, everyone who has been to Shaolin begins to attack with spiteful eyes as if they are trying to resolve their resentment.

In the corner of Mount Hua’s training field, which started to become a mess, some people had gathered together as if it had nothing to do with this situation.

They were the disciples of the Huayin Sect who accompanied Mount Hua with half their own and half others.

They gazed with dismay at the training field.



“So, Mount Hua is… pure… with the scent of Taoism.”

Wei Lishan glanced away from his disciples.

“…… I’ve only been here so long ago.”

“It’s a place where everyone protects their duty as a Taoist…….”

“…it used to be like that.”

“And now?”

“It’s noisy.”

Wei Lishan, who coughed loudly, screamed.

“Outward appearance is not everything! Haven’t you seen it in Shaolin too! How great Mount Hua’s Sodojang is!”

“I know, but…….”

“Don’t be deceived by appearances, see the truth! The truth!”

“…but father.”


Wei So-haeng, standing next to Wei Lishan, said dazedly.

“You said that some of the disciples, including myself, would receive training at the Main Mountain.”

“……I did.”

“…… like that?”

Wei Lishan turned his head slowly.

Mount Hua’s disciples were foaming and blowing swords at each other.

Wei Lishan looked up at the high sky.

“……Let me think about it.”

And he began to seriously wonder if there was something fatal wrong with his choice.

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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