Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 291
Jin Geum Ryong’s sharp gaze fell on Isong Baek as he returned to the camp of the Southern Edge Sect.
“You’re not all that elated, are you?”
“Of course, Sahyung.”
“Anyone here can beat that kid.”
“I know.”
Jin Geum Ryong stared coldly at Isong Baek.
‘I don’t care for it.’
The fact that the Elders of the Southern Edge Sect throw away the sword they built with all their might and passion and cling to relics of the past, as well as that attitude that doesn’t seem to listen no matter what others say. (Shouldn’t this be Isong Baek lines?)
Nothing on a scale of one to ten appealed to him.
If Chung Myung was a vile foe he wanted to destroy at all costs, Isong Baek was a bad match.
The polar opposite.
That is the best word for him.
“I don’t mean to criticize you for following the path of your sword. However, do not present an unsightly appearance.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Go in.”
“Yes.”
Isong Baek sighed lowly as he felt Sahyung’s sharp eyes on him.
‘I’m exhausted.’
In fact, Isong Baek is a drab individual.
He is determined to pursue his own goals but lacks the ability to persuade others. All he can do is keep trying to prove that his path is correct.
However, the path he took to obtain the Southern Edge Sect’s sword was long and difficult, involving a lot of torture.
He sat in his seat, his gaze fixed on Mount Hua’s camp in the distance.
‘What are your thoughts, Chung Myung Dojang? Is this the right path for me?’
However, the answer is one that not just anyone could provide.
He was eager to hear Chung Myung’s response.
“I’m sorry!”
Tang Soso rotated his waist 90 degrees.
“This unsightly disciple was defeated by the Southern Edge Sect. I’m willing to accept any punishment.”
Baek Chun coughed quietly into the air.
He is both proud and saddened to see that brave figure. As a Sasuk, he should say something helpful in these circumstances…
“Soso, I don’….”
Someone then comes forward and pats Tang Soso on the shoulder.
“Well done! Well done!”
“Sahyung?”
“There are times when you win, and times when you lose! There will be no good guys left in the world if you have to be punished for losing once. Straighten your shoulders!”
Tang Soso’s eyes widened as she noticed Chung Myung saying unexpectedly positive things.
Can’t this idiot be like this?
Even when Baek Sang lost, wasn’t it Chung Myung who used his tongue to sever people’s hearts?
“Are- Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Hmm.”
Chung Myung lowered his voice as he looked at Tang Soso.
“Tang Soso.”
“Yes! Sahyung!”
Tang Soso tightened her waist as Chung Myung’s voice faded.
“Did you do your best with your sword?”
“…….”
Tang Soso, who had been in agony for a while, responded with her eyes gleaming.
“Yes!”
“That’s all I’ve got. Next time, you’ll win.”
“……Yes.”
Tang Soso licked her bottom lip.
“Certainly!”
Chung Myung beams.
‘I thought I picked it up as an extra for her.’
He didn’t have high hopes for Tang Soso as Swordswoman. But she was doing better than Chung Myung had anticipated. It is sufficient to be praised.
‘It appears that other people are being stimulated as well.’
The disciples’ faces were tense, possibly because the sword displayed by Tang Soso was more than they expected. They are unable to catch up with the youngest.
A sect requires someone to poke them in the buttocks. Mount Hua would gain strength if Tang Soso could fill that role.
Tang Soso, who had returned to her seat after bowing, paused slightly when she saw Yoo Iseol.
“Sago. I…….”
“Water.”
Tang Soso received a water bottle from Yoo Iseol, who had left it beside her.
Tang Soso accepted after a brief hesitation, his eyes slightly trembling as he looked at Yoo Iseol. Yoo Iseol spoke briefly, his face expressionless.
“Good job.”
“Really?”
“But the wrist.”
“…….”
“The use of the wrist is different from using the sword and throwing a secret weapon. If you think more about it, you’ll get sharper.”
“I’ll keep that in mind! Sago!”
“Yes, sit down.”
“Yes!”
Tang Soso, whose face brightened, sat down next to Yoo Iseol and began chatting animatedly.
Baek Chun, who was pleased with the scene, turned his gaze toward Chung Myung.
“Chung Myung.”
“What?”
“The sword that… … Isong Baek showed.”
“Yes.”
“I think it’s…”
Chung Myung grins.
“Our Dongryong has grown a lot. Let’s find out about that too.”
“Don’t do it.”
“Don’t… Oh, why are you drawing your sword again?”
Chung Myung stood up and pressed his foot against Baek Chun’s sword, which had been drawn from its scabbard.
He smiled lightly and continued speaking.
“Sasuk idea is right.”
“As expected.”
Isong Baek was looking at Baek Chun with serious eyes.
‘It’s the polar opposite of Mount Hua’s sword.’
So to speak, Mount Hua’s sword is attacking.
It is the most magnificent and brilliant sword in the world, capable of achieving complete victory by repeatedly attacking the opponent.
Isn’t the Plum Blossom sword technique criticized for being too glamorous and energetic for a Taoist swordsman?
Isong Baek, on the other hand, demonstrated the ideal defense sword.
It is a sword that blocks and prevents incoming attacks while seeking victory through the flawless defense.
Tang Soso and Isong Baek’s fight made it clear.
“You didn’t think that Mount Hua and Southern Edge Sect quarreled for hundreds of years simply because they were next to each other, didn’t you?”
“…….”
“You did?”
“… Let’s move on.”
‘Chung Myung.’
‘How can such a stupid guy exist?’
When he looked at him, Baek Chun coughed quietly.
‘This is a little embarrassing.’
Fortunately, Yoon Jong accepted the words on Baek Chun’s behalf.
“You’re saying it’s because martial arts is the polar opposite?”
“Since the distance is close and it is the same Ten Great Sect, we have to collide every time, but the group is a complete opposite, so we can’t get along well. I have to defeat that guy to prove that I’m right.”
“Ah…….”
Although some ambiguous relationships exist in Ten Great Sect, Mount Hua and Southern Edge Sect growl openly. Yoon Jong was surprised when the strange relationship began with the group’s interpretation.
“But that sword was used only by Isong Baek. The other disciples of Southern Edge Sect… Right, they use something like Plum Blossoms Sword Technique.”
“It’s a new sword.”
Chung Myung added unnecessary words.
“That is brought about a downfall for Southern Edge Sect.”
“……But on the surface, that sword looks stronger.”
“It’s just the outside.”
Chung Myung stated emphatically.
“Sect’s martial art is not all about being stronger and weaker. All martial art is bound to follow a path or line, that the sect pursues. If one loses the foundation of the sect and pursue only the strength, they will have to let go of even that strength.”
“…Then you mean Southern Edge Sect will fall apart? Just like us in the past.”
“Mount Hua had ruined.”
However, the Southern Edge Sect abandoned themselves.
The difference was bound to be larger than anticipated.
Chung Myung casts a glance at Isong Baek.
“But I’m not sure. The immediate downfall may be inevitable, but depending on how well the new seed grows, it may one day grow a bigger tree than it is now.”
Then he continued in a serious tone.
“Things that rise are bound to decline someday, and things that fall are bound to rise again someday. That’s how the world flows.”
Then Baek Chun looked at him with strange eyes.
“You sound like a Taoist when you say that.”
“I know right.”
“It doesn’t suit you.”
“…you punk.”
Chung Myung, who was about to burst out, smiled and got up from his seat.
“Then I’ll go get some extra money.”
“Ah! Before that.”
Jo Gol raised his hand slightly and asked.
“So what you’re saying is that depending on how good that Isong Baek is, it will affect Southern Edge Sect as a whole?”
“I guess so.”
“……then it’s ruined.”
“Defeat. There is no other answer.”
“My condolences.”
Chung Myung tilts his head.
“Why?”
“You didn’t see the list of matches?”
“What?”
Jo Gol smiled with a subtle face.
“If you win today, the next opponent is him.”
“…….”
“Sasuk got Jin Geum Ryong, and you Isong Baek.”
“Really?”
“Unfortunately?”
‘Uh…’
‘That’s a real shame.’
‘Hohoho.’
* * *
“Everyone did a good job.”
Hyun Jong smiled with great satisfaction.
“It’s a pity for those who lost today, but don’t be discouraged. In your long, long life, this sparring is just a brief passing time.”
Squeak. Squeak.
“Kikikik.”
“Uehehehhehe!”
“……the defeat will be heartbreaking, but the wounds will strengthen you.”
Squeak. Squeak.
“Heuheuheuheu.”
“Kakakak! Kakakakakak!”
“…So don’t be discouraged and do your best… in the end…….”
Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.
“Here’s another bag!”
“One more bag!”
“Do-Don’t forget that you are Mount Hua’s disciple…….”
Squeak. Squeak.
“Hey! You rotten bastards!”
Hyun Jong threw the fan in his hand at Chung Myung.
Then Hyun Young, who was next to Chung Myung, reached out and grabbed the flying fan without looking back. Then he puts it down with his chin on the side.
“Why are you angry again? Sect Leader?”
Hyun Jong flushed red at that innocent and calm appearance.
“Can’t you count the money somewhere else?”
“We settled here first. Isn’t Sect Leader who comes here? Sect Leader, you have recently become authoritarian (Dictator).”
Hyun Jong’s eyes shook.
‘Did I?’
‘Authoritarianism?’
Next to him, Chung Myung shook his head and chimed.
“And he became a frog that kicked a tadpole. How can you interrupt the counting of money! In the past……!”
“…….”
Hyun Jong’s shoulders drooped.
Then Baek Chun quietly approached and grabbed Hyun Jong’s shoulders and lightly rubbed them.
“Don’t do that, Sect Leader. We all understand.”
“…….”
But whether Hyun Jong did or not, Hyun Young, Chung Myung, and Wei Lishan were literally having a festival.
Each sack is filled with gold, and silver, and the hand sorting and counting of the slips are swift.
“Hehehehehe! How much is all this?”
“Elder, the money earned from commissions is no joke!”
“Baek Sang! Go get another sack! Hahahaha! Storing money is a problem, it’s a problem!”
“That’s my bag! Keep your hands off! Or your hands going to fly!”
“Don’t be so picky!”
Hyun Jong, who was in the middle of the chaos, covered his face with one hand.
‘Doesn’t it look like a Black Taoist who made a lot of money at the hand-made gambling den?’
Looking at the three people counting their money with a mean (?) smile, he couldn’t tell whether this was Mount Hua’s place or Chung Myung’s place.
And…….
‘Why is he stuck there again?’
Baek Sang, who is carrying money diligently next to Hyun Young, felt like he could spit fire out of his mouth because of the heat inside him.
“Hngg, on this good day…….”
Today, Mount Hua did a great job.
It is unfortunate that there were some defeated disciples, but nevertheless, he still expressed his gratitude since there were ten disciples who made it into sixty-four contestants that were left.
It is truly remarkable that ten disciples of Mount Hua Sect, out of sixty-four, survived the competition in which all of the world’s most prestigious sects participated.
Moreover, it was clear that the Plum Blossom Technique presented by Mount Hua’s disciples in today’s match left a clear impression on the crowd and the other sects.
It is as if the slope overlapped and a double slope was created…
“……yes, that’s a slope too. Yes.”
Making money is a blessing. Making money.
They have been making a lot of money, but it’s also a skill to make the people watching them burst out!
‘These damn things!’
Hyun Jong took a deep breath and opened his mouth.
“Anyway, rest well today and do your best tomorrow.”
“Yes, Sect Leader!”
“Hum!”
Hyun Jong turned around as if he didn’t want to see it anymore.
Then a quiet conversation came from behind his back.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Tsk tsk tsk. Don’t you know the deep meaning of Sect Leader?”
“Yes?”
Hyun Jong smiled slightly at the sound of Hyun Young criticizing Chung Myung slightly.
‘Still, that guy is an elder… … .’
“Isn’t it upsetting that you made so much money and didn’t even give your Sect Leader pocket money? You have to guess that much in advance and poke it properly.”
“Oh! You’re right. I didn’t think of that.”
“Hurry up and give it to him. Tsk tsk.”
Hyun Jong flipped his eyes.
‘I… to think i call that thing an elder, i.. I!!’
At that time, Chung Myung came running and slipped a gold into Hyun Jong’s arms.
“Don’t let the kids know. Sect Leader.”
“…….”
“Hehe. Let me know if it’s not enough.”
“Chung Myung.”
“Yes?”
“…Thank you.”
“Hehe. Don’t mention it. Hehehe.”
His stomach was turned upside down, but Hyun Jong did not push the coming gold.
‘No, I think I deserve this much.’
‘…… isn’t it so?’