Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 416

What are the conditions for a prestigious sect?

Previously, Du Yuncan believed that the condition of a prestigious sect was fame.

This is because a sect cannot be called prestigious if the general public is unaware of its existence.

However, he has recently changed his mind.

No matter how well someone achieves fame, they will never be considered prestigious unless they have proven ability. So Du Yuncan considered devoting themselves to the inner workings of the Yuryong Sect.

And the thought solidified once he arrived at Mount Hua.

Look!

Mount Hua, the world’s most powerful sect, hasn’t been training hard? Mount Hua’s disciples were training as if there was no tomorrow, which is understandable given their achievements thus far.

Look!

That is such a lovely sight!

He intended to bring all of the Yuryong Sect’s disciples and show them this image.

It’s only…

If there is only one issue.

‘Isn’t that a bit harsh for a human being?’

Du Yuncan rubbed his eyes unknowingly.

“Ugh…….”

“Kill me…, you punk, I’d rather dead…….”

Mount Hua’s disciples were wriggling around the ground, their entire bodies stained with dust.

Meanwhile, it was commendable that they didn’t let go of the wooden sword, but tears kept welling up in his eyes as he saw their hand tremble.

What about the iron balls that were wrapped around the bodies of Mount Hua disciples? He couldn’t tell you how bad the training was.

“Everyone’s into it.”

Chung Myung’s resonant voice poured over the barely breathing disciples’ heads.

“After some cutting, you have gained a lot of groundless confidence. In swordsmanship, you should not skip basic training for the rest of your life. How can men who don’t even have the strength in their legs be doing sword technique?”

Even the way he nagged and glistened his eyes was unusual.

“Right, Mount Hua’s sword is brilliant. But that’s why it’s easier to fall into the sword and be buried with it! If you are a swordsman, you should know how to hold on to the center, even if you perform fancy and splendid swordsmanship! Why did you wriggle your butt? Don’t you dare!”

‘Which bastard triggered him?’

‘You’re killing me! Really!’

Baek Chun and the group gritted their teeth.

After a short while, they were delighted to get out of the hellish basic training and try to swing a sword. But just after they could swing a few martial arts, that demon’s eyes suddenly turned and finally came to this point.

“Oh, you’re getting the hang of it, aren’t you? Aren’t you going down now?”

“… again?”

“Again? Again? Why? Do you want me to throw you myself?”

“…….”

Mount Hua’s disciples, who managed to climb up the cliff with a lump of metal hanging, looked far down with tears in their eyes.

“Keueung.”

And then they started to go down again.

“Argh! The rocks are crumbling here!”

“Sahyung! Hold on tight! Or you’re going to die! There is no one to accept you from below!”

“Argh! That dog-like bastard!”

Screams and swear words flew from here and there, but Chung Myung only picked his ears as if it was just some barking.

“Anyway, kids these days are all into it. It wasn’t like that back in my day!”

‘Huh? When I was young, huh?’

‘With a rock the size of a house, huh? You used to race on cliffs!;

‘Then after experiencing having the place where you set your foot crumble and falling from cliffs at least once, you will finally realize why people learn Lightness Art!’

“Tsk tsk. You’ve grown up so beautifully.”

As he watched the scene, a cold sweat ran down Du Yuncan’s forehead.

Because of the training, Mount Hua disciples are doing? Oh, of course, it’s terrifying, too.

Chung Myung is making them do it casually? Yes, of course, it was frightening, too.

But what frightened him most was the fact that Chung Myung was now on someone’s back.

‘Huh?’

‘Is that weird?’

‘It’s weird!’

The person who is lying down with Chung Myung on his back is none other than Shaolin’s disciple.

“Don’t you think so, fake monk? I guess that’s what you think, seeing your head glistening.” (Crazy monk 땡중 is actually the belittling word of a monk.)

“… Si- Siju!”

Hye Yeon was sweating profusely in his prone position. His face was already completely wet as if he had been rained on, and even his smooth head was sweating like a fountain.

Hwangpo (That yellow robe), which symbolizes Shaolin, was soaked in sweat and almost looked like freshly washed clothes.

“Hey, your butt goes down, right?”

“Kkeuaaa!”

Hye Yeon screamed and raised his waist.

“No. What’s wrong with all the kids these days? Hey, isn’t it embarrassing to say that you’re a Shaolin monk?”

“I- I don’t have enough internal strength, h- how can I……!”

“Internal strength? Internal strength?”

“Ugh!”

In the meantime, Hye Yeon’s hands and feet dug deeper into the ground as if Chung Myung had increased his weight.

“This is the problem with those Shaolin bastards! They train internal strength all the time, so his whole body looks like that. What? The force that comes out of your soft body?
Is that something to brag about? Are you bragging about it?”

Chung Myung shouted with his eyes fluttering.

“The bastard who said they’d learn how to work out, is all tired like they hadn’t eaten for 10 days! It’s because you depend on your internal strength for everything. What’s the point of having a thousand years’ worth of internal strength with such a frail body? It’s the body that uses it! If you’re a Shaolin monk, you must train your body first!”

“I- In Shaolin…….”

“Then go to Shaolin!”

Chung Myung slapped Hye Yeon’s bald head.

“Your ancestors used to have forearms the size of children’s heads! How can you be of Shaolin with such a body? Shame on you!”

Hye Yeon’s eyes were filled with moisture.

But there was no time to shed tears. Chung Myung was getting heavier. His body was too soft to handle Chung Myung, who had raised his weight.

“How dare you use internal strength art!”

Chalssak!

“…….”

“You have to fix your habit of raising your internal strength first! Where the mind goes, the power follows. In other words, if you want to do it, you need to be able to move without using energy. You can’t even do that, but you’re pretending to be an expert somewhere, you’re just counting on this uselessly!”

Hye Yeon doesn’t even have the energy to answer now.

‘Th- This wasn’t what I imagined.’

What he hoped for on his way to Mount Hua was something more of a higher level of training.

But he didn’t think Mount Hua Divine Dragon was just a person who started rolling people.

“You are prohibited from raising your internal strength for the next month. From eating to walking. Learn how your body moves again. Try using your internal strength somewhere and get caught. I’m gonna split your Dantian!”

“…….”

Du Yuncan’s face was now as white as a sheet of paper at sight.

And at that moment.

“Hmm, that’s how it goes.”

“…….”

Standing next to Du Yuncan and observing together, Un Gum nodded loudly as if he had realized something.

“Swords are also important, but first of all, the person who wields the sword must be perfect. Indeed. That makes sense.”

‘Really?’

‘Did you just say it makes sense?’

Du Yuncan’s eyes popped out.

‘Hey, is your eye a little different from mine? Are you still saying that after looking at that? All I can see is he picking on people, right?’

“Chung Myung-ah.”

“Yes, Instructor-nim!”

Chung Myung jumped off Hye Yeon’s back and ran toward Un Gum.

“I understand that you are training them. But wouldn’t it be too dangerous to fall off a cliff?”

Du Yuncan nodded furiously beside him. He felt like he had heard common sense for the first time since he entered Mount Hua.

“Do you have a plan?”

“Oh, that? There’s no need for countermeasures.”

“……Huh?”

“They won’t die. Now that Sahyung is strong, it will end with a broken arm and leg at most.”

“…….”

Du Yuncan’s eyes pop out once again.

‘Is that the countermeasure….?’

“I see.”

However, Un Gum shook his head lightly as if he had understood it.

“If so, how long do you think you should train them like this?”

“Yes?”

Chung Myung tilted his head as if he didn’t understand.

“Isn’t this basic training? We can’t do this forever.”

“Ei. The basics are for life. Hum… until I can cut down on the basics and increase sword training…….”

Chung Myung tilted his head, deep in thought.

“30 years?”

“…….”

“No. Not enough? Forty years?”

“…….”

“Don’t you think they need to do at least that much to become a proper human?”

Un Gum looked at Chung Myung with new eyes, expressing admiration.

“I didn’t think the basics were that important, but I’m sure I was thinking a lot wrong.”

“Because that is the most difficult thing. Anyway, can Instructor-nim train them like this even if I’m not here?”

“I see. I’ll make sure of it!”

Du Yuncan looked away and was lost in thought.

‘Isn’t it enough to live happily even if we’re not a prestigious sect? Wouldn’t there be nothing more important than happiness in a person’s life?’

It was the moment when Du Yuncan’s lifelong values were forcibly distorted.

“…I feel like I’m going to die.”

“…I don’t even have the power to talk…….”

The disciples were looking at the food with dead fish eyes.

The food couldn’t have been better, the food.

But now, whatever goes into their mouths is the same. Even if they were all sorts of delicacies, they felt like chewing grains of sand.

“What’s wrong with him these days?”

“It’s not a day or two that Chung Myung is going crazy, and if you ask about these days…….”

“I think it’s especially worse these days…..”

Baek Chun, whose words were blurred, sighed deeply.

Isn’t that what learning is all about?

At first, it is unfamiliar and difficult, but if you keep doing it, you will get the hang of it, and if you get the hang of it, you will eventually feel joy.

But somehow that d*mn training is getting more and more hellish.

– What? joy? joy? If learning is fun, is it playing or learning?

“The way he thinks in the first place is different from ours.”

“……I know.”

Baek Chun replied weakly with his cracked lips and turned his head. They’re getting used to it now,so they’re hanging in there somehow, but how is Hye Yeon doing…….

“Huh?”

Baek Chun widened his eyes slightly.

Hye Yeon, sitting in the corner of the table, was lowering his head with his hands wrapped around his face.

“… What’s wrong with the monk?”

“I don’t know.”

Baek Chun hesitated for a moment, rose weakly from his seat and approached Hye Yeon.

“That…… Monk. Are you all right? Is there anything bad?”

Then Hye Yeon took his hand off his face and looked up weakly.

Tears welled up in his big, gentle eyes.

“Si- Siju…….”

“Yes. Tell me…….”

“I- I can’t stand eating just the grass.”

“…….”

Baek Chun’s eyes naturally turned to the lush grass in front of Hye Yeon. He shook his head and clicked his tongue.

‘It’s understandable.’

Even the disciples of Mount Hua, who eat meat every meal, are on the verge of death, but how is Hye Yeon, who eats only grass and empty dumplings?

Baek Chun beckoned and called Yoon Jong.

“Yes, Sasuk.”

“Go to the kitchen and tell them to put some boiled eggs in monk Hye Yeon’s bowl.”

“Bu- But he’s a monk…..”

“He needs to live first.”

“…….”

Yoon Jong wondered if this was okay, but he nodded for now. Hye Yeon can decide whether to eat it or not.

“…How long do we have to do this?”

“Soon, Chung Myung will go to Sichuan, so we can just do this until then. Just a little bit…….”

“Isn’t Un Gum Sasuk found the training very interesting?”

“I- I heard that, too. Do we have to do this all time….?”

Baek Chun flinched. Goosebumps erupted all over his arms.

‘I have to keep doing this?’

Then it’s one of the two.

Either you die while training or survive and become an iron man.

Perhaps the former side has a much higher probability.

The disciples wrapped their heads in silence for a moment.

“If that’s the case, I’d rather follow Chung Myung to Sichuan…….”

“What kind of crazy thing is that? How much does he bother people?”

“But there are at least no cliffs on the way to Sichuan.”

“Huh?”

Come to think of it…

A subtle light flashed through Baek Chun’s eyes.

“Hmm, hmm, how can that be. Accompanying Chung Myung to Sichuan would CER.TAIN.LY be a lot harder. I can’t leave you guys to do such a rough job.”

“Sahyung. Stop your tricks.”

Baek Sang flashed his eyes at Baek Chun, who spoke solemnly.

“…To be honest, why does Sahyung always follow Chung Myung in his work? If you go like that every time, you should know how to yield at least once!”

“Oho! That’s not what I’ve decided on my own terms! It’s all ordered by the Sect Leader…..”

“Then leave this one out! Let’s go and take a look at Sichuan, too!”

The madness began to grow in the eyes of other disciples around him.

Baek Chun, who confirmed the energy of the rebellion, hardened his face.

“I’m the Daesahyung!”

“Haha, Sahyung. You’re saying something weird. Since when has there been an up and down in Mount Hua?”

“You bastards!”

As soon as Baek Chun was about to give strength to his eyes, third-class disciples, who were listening to his side while eating on one side of them, slowly rose from their seats.

“Well, apparently it’s only for Sasuk.”

“Please count us in. Can’t anyone go all the way to Sichuan?”

The eyes of the second-class disciples dimmed.

“Get out of here, kids.”

“Who just said there was no up or down in Mount Hua?”

A smile filled with ulterior motives hung over third-class disciples’ faces.

“Since it comes to this, why don’t we decide it with skills? Chung Myung would want to take some more talented people, wouldn’t he?”

“…skills?”

Baek Chun tilted his head. And he snorted as if he was stunned.

“Did you say skills now?”

“Of course, I know that Baek Chun Sasuk was strong. But…….”

Chung Gong rolled up the corners of his mouth.

“You haven’t been able to stick together properly lately, have you? Don’t you think we know? You must have seen us like chickens all this time.”

“We’re not a chick anymore, us.”

At the feast of cheeky sounds, Baek Chun grinned pleasedly.

‘I’m proud of you.’

How did they grow up like that?

“Yes, of course, there’s no up or down in Mount Hua.”

“Huhu, you understand…….”

“Therefore.”

Ududuk!

Baek Chun’s hand ripped off the top of the table.

“Let’s make the up and down today, you rotten bastards!”

Tossing the removed top to the third-class disciples, he stormed in with a loud shout.

“Beat them!”

“Trample them!”

Only Hye Yeon chewed on the grass alone in the dining hall had become a mess in an instant.

“They’re having fun.”

Chung Myung, who was lying on the roof, clicked his tongue in the uproar below.

‘Kids are supposed to grow up fighting, that’s how it is. Tsk tsk tsk.’

Clicking his tongue, he tilted his head and looked at the night sky. And he counted the things to do as if he were counting the stars.

‘There’s a lot of work to do.’

The trip to Sichuan was not just due to the Everlasting Metal sword. He has already talked to Hwang Jong about it.

‘It’s pointless anymore.’

It was evident in the recent crisis caused by Myriad Man House. The solidarity of the Ten Great Sect has become looser than in the past, and no help like in the past can be hoped for.

Then they have to rebuild the surroundings with trustworthy people.

“Tsk. This is a bother.”

But what can he do?

This is all for Mount Hua.

“Aigoo, I’m so lazy. Cheon Mun Sahyung, I…….”

Kwaaang!

The roof right next to Chung Myung, who was about to say something, pierced through with a roar. And one of Mount Hua’s disciples screamed and soared into the sky.

“…….”

Chung Myung peeked out and looked down at the dining hall through the hole.

“Die, you punk!”

“What do you mean Sasuk? There’s no order to go with!” (He’s saying that there is no up and down in there. Aka no social hierarchy.)

“Euraaaa!”

The third and second-class disciples were intertwined like a lump and had a beautiful and heartwarming conversation.

“…….”

Chung Myung turned his head back to where he was and looked up at the sky with a smile.

Sahyung.

Cheon Mun Sahyung.

‘……To be honest, I can’t handle it anymore.’

‘…… I’m sorry.’

* * *

As such, the day dawned when Chung Myung departed for Sichuan.