Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 734

“Um.”

Seeing the spectacle unfolding before his eyes, Hyun Jong smiled broadly.

What should he say……

A burning passion.

Droplet of sweat.

Teachers who do their best and disciples who follow the teachings with all their might.

There was only one thought that came to mind as he watched this beautiful and heartwarming spectacle.

‘Is this okay?’

Is this really okay?

Looking at the disciples who were shaking with the huge rocks the size of a house and Hyun Young standing on top of those rocks delivering a long speech, he couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat.

“Did your feet stop just now?”

“Keuuu.”

“Auuugh….”

“I told you to follow the method, what are you doing standing in place? Huh? Was there such a martial art in Mount Hua? Aren’t you going to move?”

Sweat poured from the disciples who were carrying huge rocks. The ground they stepped on was so wet that it had turned dark.

“I’m doing all this for your good. If you can’t do even this, how will you earn your keep!”

It was just then.

“Eugh!”

While moving his foot with the huge rock, Jong Hwe could no longer hold on and slumped down on the spot. At the same time, the rock he was carrying fell towards the top of his head.

“Aaargh!”

“No!”

Kuuuung!

Jong Hwe closed his eyes tightly. But, strangely enough, he didn’t feel the anticipated pain.

‘Did I die already?’

‘No, I don’t think so…..’

When he opened his eyes, a person with his back against the light stood in front of him. Jong Hwe’s face slowly turned pale as he looked up at the person.

‘Ei.’

He’d rather have died.

Hyun Young’s face holding the rock was more of a demon than a human being.

One hand supporting the rock and the other hand…

‘Huh?’

‘One hand?’

Kuuung!

Hyun Young, who had thrown the massive rock the size of a house to the side, glared fiercely.

“How could you lose strength after doing so little!”

“….”

“Eiiiiii! You won’t do! Sahyung!”

“Yes.”

“He’s out! Please watch over his mental training properly.”
“Leave it to me.”

Hyun Sang approached with a big smile. Then, he grabbed Jong Hwe by the back of the neck and hoisted him up.

“Hoho. Let’s go to a good place, you and I.”

“….”

“Hohoho.”

Then he walked leisurely into the thick side of the bushes.

After a moment, horrific screams began to echo from within.

“Aaaaaaaack! Aaack! Elder-nim! Elder-nim! I’m sorry! Elder-niiiim!”

Upon hearing that scream, the faces of the disciples instantly turned pale.

‘Wha- What happens?’

‘I’m curious. But I absolutely don’t want to know.’

‘I must not drop this, even if it kills me!’

Hyun Young smiled delightedly as he looked at the disciples still holding the massive rocks.

“Yes, yes. You’re doing well. These wonderful punks.”

Then he peeked at Chung Myung and said,

“Chung Myung-ah.”

“Yes!”

“Add one more rock each.”

“…More?”

“Hurry.”

“Yes.”

Baek Cheon closed his eyes tightly as he saw Chung Myung lumbering towards them with an additional rock.

‘Chung Myung-ah.’

Why do you always start with me?

You bad bastard.

* * *

Quiver, quiver, quiver.

“….”

Baek Cheon stared at the grains of rice scattering from his chopsticks with an incredibly sad expression.

His Saje had already given up eating rice with chopsticks and were burying their faces directly into the rice bowls.

“…Guys.”

“Yes?”

“You can swallow the rice?”

“…It feels like chewing sand, but we have to eat to hold on.”

Baek Cheon sighed deeply, looking downcast.

That’s true.

‘We have to eat. We need to eat to survive.’

Eventually, Baek Cheon also put the rice bowl to his mouth and crammed in rice with difficulty.
‘Really feels like chewing sand….’

It was then.

Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp!

“….”

Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp!

Baek Cheon turned his head weakly.

Chung Myung, sitting next to him, was literally inhaling his rice. Chung Myung, who had cleanly emptied a bowl of rice, picked up the entire bowl of stir-fried pork in front of him and shoved it into his mouth.

“Keuu! The rice we eat after training is always honey-sweet!”

‘That rotten bastard…’

‘It’s good to eat well. But does he really have to shove his rice in his face like this at my side?’

Eventually, Baek Cheon contorted his face and asked.

“Is it delicious?”

“Tasty!”

“……Right, eat a lot.”

What’s the point of saying it? What’s the use of saying anything……

He didn’t even have the energy to speak. Baek Cheon shook his head and tried to eat, but Jo-Gol, who had raised his face from the rice bowl, opened his mouth weakly.

“Hey, Chung Myung.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t understand…… Why are the Elders so strong all of a sudden?”

Baek Cheon’s ears perked up. He didn’t say it, but he had been curious too.

“Is Violet Mist Divine Art that amazing? If we just learn it, can we become like that?”

“You’re daydreaming.”
But Chung Myung put his chopsticks down with a sour face.

“Do you think Violet Mist Divine Art is some kind of divine peach? You don’t necessarily become strong just by learning it.”

“…N- No. Elders became incredibly strong.”

“The situation is different, these yangbans.”

Chung Myung clicked his tongue as if he was irritated.

“Of course, it is undeniable that Violet Mist Divine Art is the best martial art of Mount Hua.”
They can expect to improve by at least one level just by learning Violet Mist Technique. Because even Violet Mist Technique alone is a new technique that can’t be compared to Plum Blossom Swordsmanship or Seven Stars Swordsmanship.

Therefore, it is clear that if you learn Violet Mist Divine Art, at least the utility of your internal strength will increase dramatically.
But that doesn’t mean they will see the same effects as the Elders.

“So a new technique is like a cook.”

“A cook? The one in the kitchen?”

“Yeah.”

“…What do you mean?”

Do I really have to explain it in detail for you to understand? Chung Myung grumbled with an annoyed face and began to speak in earnest.

“If a cook is skilled, they can make more delicious food with the same ingredients. That’s a matter of course, right?”

“That’s right.”

“So if you get a better new technique, you can exert stronger power with the same inner strength, and you can use more refined inner strength. The output is stronger compared to the same amount of internal strength.”

“Oh….”

Jo-Gol nods as if he understands. Yoon Jong, who had been listening, quietly added a question.

“So what does it mean that our situation is different from the Elders?”

“I told you, a new technique is like a cook.”

“Huh?”

“How many years do you think the Elders and Sect Leader have been training their internal strength?”

“…Uh, that’s….”

40 years? 50 years?

The exact number of years may not be known, but the Elders must have been training for a much longer time they could not even compare.

“There is no shortcut to internal strength. It only depends on how long you have trained and how consistently you have accumulated it.”

Then Yoo Iseol raised her hand.

“Okay, ask your question.”

“Jasodan.”

“Right. The thing that overcomes it is Yeongdan (Medicinal Pill). But there is a limit to Yeongdan. No matter how well-made Yeongdan is, it can’t be as pure compared to the internal strength built with your own power.”

“Jasodan. Impure.”

No, that’s not it……

Anyway, he can’t say anything in front of her.

“Anyway.”
Chung Myung, who was flustered for a moment, cleared his throat and opened his mouth again.

“So far, the Elders and Sect Leader have left the good ingredients that they have cultivated and collected for decades to a poor cook. But this time, the cook is…….”

“They’ve changed to an imperial cook?”

“Yeah, that’s how it feels. It’s only natural that the taste changes now that the best cook in Beijing is doing the cooking.”

Baek Cheon nodded his head. The analogy was a bit odd, but thanks to it, he was able to understand it easily.
“Fifty years…….”

“Yes, fifty years.”

For martial artists, the training of their internal strength is like the beginning of the day. Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang must have been consistently training their internal strength for 50 years, and even though Hyun Young gave up swordsmanship, he wouldn’t have let go of his internal strength training.

This means that they have built up internal strength close to the first rank.

If you add the internal strength built with the Yeongdan given by Chung Myung, they surpass most of the elders in the Ten Great Sect in terms of internal strength alone.

Until now, the internal technique that utilizes their internal strength was so low graded that it was not noticeable, but now the internal technique is changed and Chung Myung adjusted their internal strength to suit the Violet Mist Divine Art, so they began to exert strength.

“…But it was too much.”

“Did you see the Elder lift a rock as big as a house with one hand?”

“…It didn’t seem that he mustered any strength. I thought he was picking up a pebble

When the story of the Elders’ power came out, all the disciples of Mount Hua, who were helplessly sprawled out, stuck out their tongues and butt in.

It was only natural. It was a sight rarely seen in Mount Hua.

Even Chung Myung, who is recognized by others as the best disciple in Mount Hua, does not have an overwhelming internal strength compared to other disciples.

Therefore, they could only gape at the sight of him lifting a huge boulder, shooting sword energy with chopsticks, and lifting a pillar stuck in a grindstone like a rod.

“So did Sect Leader and Elders become masters?”

“Master my butt.”

Chung Myung snickered at the question someone threw while swallowing dry saliva.

“If you become a martial master just by being strong, would Sasuk and Sahyung have survived until now? You would have been beaten to death by the Nokrim bastards long ago.”

“Ah… Right.”

“It’s not yet, not yet. But…”

“Yes?”

Chung Myung, who had prolonged the end of his words, smiled with a sly grin.

“I bet the story will be a little different once they’ve mastered the Plum Blossom Sword Finale. On top of that, as they master Seven Starts Footwork and Plum Blossom Footwork, the Trinity of Footwork Method, Internal technique, and Sword Technique will be completed, and by that time…”

And he raised his chin and pretended to slit his throat with his thumb.

“….”

They could understand the meaning of that action all too well without having to hear it in words.

Baek Cheon thought with a smile.

‘Let’s not mess up.’
Of course, even until now, he hadn’t even thought of challenging the Sect Leader, but now he didn’t even dare to dream of doing so.

“But that aside…”

Yoon Jong said as if he didn’t understand at all.

“How on earth does Elder Hyun Young know such a tormenting training method?”
“…I’m wondering about that too.”

He couldn’t even imagine it. Swinging a sword in the water, doing Footwork Method with a house-sized rock on your shoulder. Is this a thought a sane person can have?

Even that Chung Myung just trained them hard and rigorously, he didn’t torture people this creatively.

“The scarier thing……”

“Yes?”

“……is that this method works.”

Mount Hua’s disciples nodded in unison.

Swinging a sword underwater, they could instantly feel how and how much their internal strength was flowing. They had to exert more force than usual each time they swung the sword, which clearly highlighted their fault in the martial art.
Furthermore, when they carried the rock and did Footwork, they would fall down if their center of gravity was slightly off, so they had to maintain the central axis of their body more sensitive than usual.

“How on earth did Elder Hyun Young come up with this training method……”

Everyone admired with a slightly tired face, then Yoo Iseol opened her mouth quietly.

“………….the answer.”

“Huh?”

Baek Cheon looked at Yoo Iseol and asked again.

“What did you say, Samae?”

“Because he couldn’t find the answer. With the normal training method.”

For a moment, everyone couldn’t say anything. Baek Cheon imagined a young Hyun Young while biting his lower lip.

The image of him, who had to learn low level martial arts that was not comparable to the advanced techniques of Southern Edge Sect or other sects of the Ten Great Sect, swinging his sword underwater and practising footwork while carrying rocks

The desperation to be stronger no matter what it takes must’ve somehow led him to come up with such a training method. Though he couldn’t force this training method on other disciples.

Back Cheon, briefly lost in thought, picked up his chopsticks again.

“Eat up. We have to hold on this afternoon, too.”

“Yes!”

“I will never drop out!”

Everyone started pushing their food more energetically than before.

“Another bowl here please!”

“Soso, it’s your third bowl.”

“Then I’ll have two more bowls!”

Watching them stuff their faces with rice as if they were about to burst, Chung Myung secretly snickered.

‘It’s nice.’

The predecessors lead silently, and the descendants follow without a doubt.

Perhaps this is the Mount Hua that Cheong Jin imagined.