Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 623

Baek Cheon’s feeling of looking at Mu Ho from the stage couldn’t have been pleasant.

He was a clever man in his own way. It wasn’t difficult for him to guess what was going on, seeing the subtle atmosphere of Wudang and the unpleasant expression on Mu Ho’s face.

‘They’re going to come out like this?’

He can finally understand what Chung Myung said before going on stage.

“Wudang’s first-class disciple, Mu Ho.”

“….”

Baek Cheon stared at Mu Ho, not immediately answering. Then Mu Ho couldn’t meet his gaze and looked away.

‘I wish he’d be bold and curse me.’

Baek Cheon held back a sigh.

In fact, Mu Ho did nothing wrong. He, too, would have to be the victim in the end.

If there was any sin…

Baek Cheon’s gaze shifted to Heo Sanja who was looking at the stage.

‘It must be him.’

He’s sure of it.

Unlike other Wudang’s disciples who could not face Baek Cheon and avoided eye contact, Heo Sanja raised his head proudly as if he had no shame.

Heo Sanja’s reaction to the disciples behind him seemed in stark contrast. Baek Cheon let out a low sigh.

Baek Cheon was also old enough to fully understand Kangho’s logic, the logic of ruthless power. So he did not intend to criticize the Elder’s choice as completely wrong.

However, one question clearly came to mind.

‘What would our Elders have done?’

If it were Hyun Sang and Hyun Young, would they have told Baek Cheon to endure shame for the honor of the sect? To adhere to the ruthless logic of Kangho?

No. They wouldn’t.

Of course, it could be an emotional and irrational action. If you exclude emotions and see it objectively, Wudang’s decision may be more beneficial and rightful for the sect.

However….

Baek Cheon opened his mouth while looking at Mu Ho’s sunken eyes.

“I’m Baek Cheon, Mount Hua’s second-class disciple.”

He politely clasped his hands. The situation had changed a bit, but he did not lose his manners.

Swish.

After exchanging greetings, the two drew their swords simultaneously.

Unlike Mu Ho, who seemed a bit hasty in drawing his sword, Baek Cheon slowly drew his sword and took a leisurely stance.

“….”

Mu Ho glanced at Baek Cheon a few times.

If sword had been pulled out, no more words would be needed. However, Baek Cheon could tell from his demeanor that he wanted to say something.

“Tell me.”

“….”

After Baek Cheon took the initiative to speak, Mu Ho hesitated momentarily and then sighed.

“It is not my intention.”

“I understand.”

The name of the sect is heavier than a great mountain. It was natural that someone living in Wudang’s name cannot refuse it.

“But.”

Baek Cheon calmly added a word. “Regardless of the outcome of the match, I think I will go down with my head held high.”

“….”

Mu Ho could not bear to answer. He just lowered his face, which was now reddened.

‘What’s the point?’

What does it mean to have a reputation preventing disciples from stretching their shoulders, an honor that makes disciples flush, and a victory they cannot boast about?

Yes, maybe that’s the right choice.

But at least Baek Cheon didn’t want to get a reputation that he could not be proud This would be true not only for him but also for all the disciples on Mount Hua.

‘At least for this moment.’

Baek Cheon lifted his sword.

‘I feel sorry for the prestigious Wudang.’

And he took a middle stance again and said.

“Look carefully.”

Mu Ho’s eyes looked puzzled as it gazed upon him. The eyes of all the other Wudang’s disciples were on Baek Cheon.

‘Yoon Jong has done his part.’

He is a presence that must become a hope for the following disciples.

‘Then what is my role?’

What does Baek Cheon have to accomplish in Mount Hua?

Baek Cheon’s solid and firm voice spread in all directions.

“This match, regardless of the results of the friendly exchange, the competition between Wudang and Mount Hua will continue. And this sword is the one that will chase after you. Look carefully.”

Wudang’s disciples’ face hardened at the cheeky and rude words.

What made them even angrier was that they couldn’t even argue with those words.

“This is Mount Hua’s sword.”

Baek Cheon took a deep breath with his eyes shining brightly.

“Wow, look at Dongryong’s temper tantrum.”

Chung Myung giggles excitedly as he looks at Baek Cheon under the stage.

‘I can’t stop him.’

Isn’t that too appropriate? He was genuinely in awe of it.

If it was Chung Myung, he wouldn’t have done that. He could have pointed out each and every one of their mistakes and made them spit blood, but he couldn’t make them feel hot with such a solid punch.

‘The results are important?’

‘You idiot.’

Chung Myung gave Heo Sanja a glimpse.

Right, maybe it is. Once you fall, gaining back your reputation takes several times more effort than before.

But Chung Myung now knows. In the past, Chung Myung would have used everything he could to produce one letter of victory, but now he knows that there are many kinds of victory.

Winning this sparring match is not everything.

More importantly, Mount Hua catches up with and overtakes Wudang Sect.

Thanks to Heo Sanja’s choice, the disciples of Mount Hua will remember the fact that the disciples of that Wudang Sect avoided the fight against them.

On the contrary, Wudang’s first-class disciples will keep that fact like a painter.

They talk big, but the disciples of Mount Hua still think of Wudang as a high mountain. It’s not a place where a person can just climb, it’s a high mountain they can’t even dare to climb.

But now they’ll realize that the mountain wasn’t as high as they thought. Whether it’s true or not.

“Put a wedge in and go.”

And now Baek Cheon will prove it.

Seseut.

Baek Cheon’s swords lightly flew into the air. He chose the distinctive stance of Mount Hua, and was just watching Mu Ho calmly like the first time, but Mu Ho gradually shrank.

‘What’s wrong with me?’

The opponent is a second-class disciple.

Although the opponent’s reputation is higher than his and was called a famous rising star in the world, the time they had trained is different and there is a difference in generation.

So why is he shrinking like this?

‘Is it because of what happened earlier?’

Is the sense of dishonesty affecting the spirit?

No, it’s not like that.

Mu Ho looked at Baek Cheon with new eyes.

There was something different about this child from Mount Hua’s disciples who had participated in the sparring match until now.

A sense of intimidation and pressure. This young man had the presence of a so-called ‘big shot’.

‘It’s like facing Sahyung.’

The feeling was a little different, but it was an absurd pressure that reminded him of the time when he was competing with Mu Jin. Is it reasonable to feel pressure from someone at least ten years younger?

But common sense is common sense, and reality is reality. Now Mu Ho was obviously cowering at his opponent.

‘I’m the challenger.’

Mu Ho bit his lips tightly.

Although he did not look good, he was still a first-class disciple of Wudang. Losing the match was not an option.

Mu Ho gathered his mind and immediately released his energy and sprayed his sword energy.

Paaat! The sword energy, which was cut off shortly, flew towards Baek Cheon like a half-moon.

However. Kwang! The light and agile Plum Blossom sword gently brushed away the heavy sword energy.

It was a movement that was overflowing with ease as if nothing had happened.

Mu Ho could not believe what he saw and unconsciously widened his eyes.

‘That lightly?’

Although it was cut short, the momentum of the sword’s energy was not small. But how can he lightly bounce it off like that?

This meant that Baek Cheon’s skills were twice as strong as he expected.

Baek Cheon, who looked at Mu Ho with a slightly arrogant look, slowly began to approach. Mu Ho felt even more pressure since it was never a fast walk.

Mu Ho clenched his lips and charged at him once again, releasing his energy.

‘Sahyung was defeated while increasing the distance.’

Originally, Wudang’s sword exerted its full power at mid-range distance. However, his Sahyung gave their opponents a chance to win with the splendid swordsmanship of Mount Hua while giving them distance.

That means there was something wrong with the process.

‘Before the opponent properly unfolds Plum Blossom Swordsmanship, I must win.’

Mu Ho’s judgment wasn’t entirely wrong. Rather, it could be said to be a wise response to properly grasp the swordsmanship of Mount Hua.

If there’s only one problem…… it is that his opponent was Baek Cheon.

“Haaaap!”

A sword loaded with strong internal strength swept through Baek Cheon.

Kaang! Kaang! However, before the sword could even extend, it was blocked by the Plum Blossom sword.

Udeuk.

Mu Ho frowned at the shock that seemed to break his wrists instantly. The unreasonable rebound force came from Baek Cheon’s sword when the two swords collided.

Jo-Gol’s sword was nimble, and Yoon Jong’s sword was concise. But this sword?

‘It’s massive.’

At the moment of impact, with force and energy, his sword… No, it seemed to weigh down the man named Mu Ho himself.

‘Is this really the sword of second-class disciples?’

The weight of the sword increases over time. Mu Ho couldn’t understand how this junior with such little experience could wield such a sword.

“Haaaaap!”

Mu Ho shouted, struck off the Plum Blossom sword, and swung his sword once again.

‘I am a disciple of Wudang Sect.’

No matter how great his opponent was, he was proud to be a disciple of the world’s best sect. He didn’t want to show a pathetic side. He couldn’t.

Soon, sword energy like water gushed out from his sword. It was Wudang’s Unabating Swordsmanship.

‘I won’t give you a chance even for a moment.’

He can tell by instinct. The moment this guy uses that fancy Plum Blossom Sword Technique, he would lose instantly. But if he kept pushing without giving him a chance, he had a good chance of seizing the victory.

‘My sword is unbroken……’

It was that moment.

Seueueut.

Baek Cheon’s sword softly drew a curve and pierced through Mu Ho’s sword energy.

‘What?’

At the moment of contact, the opponent’s sword dug in with force and momentum instead of blocking as if to cut off Mu Ho’s sword strike. Mu Ho clicked his tongue inside.

‘What a foolish mistake….’

Chwaaaak! At that moment, however, Baek Cheon’s sword literally cut in half Mu Ho’s unrelenting sword strike like cutting it off.

‘…what?’ Mu Ho’s mouth fell open in shock.

Unabating Sword.

The Unabating Wudang’s sword energy was cut off with a single sword strike. As if the waterfall that was pouring was cut off in the middle.

Then the Plum Blossom sword, which the sword energy had cut off, rushed in as it was. Baek Cheon hit Mu Ho’s empty chest with the sword’s handle.

Kwang! Mu Ho was thrown out without even realizing how the situation had developed.

“….”

He was stuck on the floor but couldn’t feel any pain.

His chest absorbed the blow without feeling any pain.

The only thing in his mind was the shock of his sword being cut off with just one strike.

Baek Cheon, who had been watching Mu Ho collapse on the ground, spoke quietly.