Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 324

Heo Dojin was standing in the middle of the podium, where the Sect Leaders of every sect had congregated.

Despite being there today, Bop Jeong and Hyun Jong were each seated with their own pupils rather than on the podium.

“Hum.”

Heo Dojin’s gaze at the stage subsided.

“Hoho. It’s finally the final.”

“Aren’t they really great disciples? It’s a good thing whoever wins.”

Heo Dojin’s eyes narrowed as if dissatisfied with the conversations around him.

‘Good thing?’

That’s funny.

Nothing favorable will happen to the Ten Great Sect no matter which of the two contests prevails.

The Ten Great Sect will suffer from Mount Hua which rises from below if Shaolin’s Hye Yeon wins, while Mount Hua’s Chung Myung will benefit from a more secure ruling structure in Shaolin.

‘This match will determine the next few decades.’

Most of the Sect Leaders of the Ten Great Sect and the Great Five Family, who failed to reach the finals, tried to downplay the meaning of the match, saying, “It’s just a match between rising stars.”

But Heo Dojin couldn’t.

‘That can’t be true.’

Both Chung Myung of Mount Hua and Hye Yeon of Shaolin is not your typical rising stars.

In Shaolin, both Hye Yeon and Chung Myung are regarded as rare talents who only manifest themselves every few hundred years or so.

To put it bluntly, it wouldn’t take long for those two to grab Kangho and shake it.

As a result, this match will provide a chance to ascertain the future course of the entire Kangho and which of the potential contenders is most likely to win concurrently.

How can they underestimate this meaning?

Heo Dojin took a sneak peak. While speaking in a calm manner, the Sect Leader’s eyes were stern as he turned to face the audience.

It implies that the line’s location will depend on this game’s outcome.

Heo Dojin gave Bop Jeong, who was seated in front of the stage, a delicate glance as he recognized the significance of the eyes.

‘You must be upset that things didn’t go as you thought, Bangjang.’

the rejection of the Ten Great Sect and Shaolin’s total triumph.

Maybe that’s what Hye Yeon had in mind when he entered this contest. The Ten Great Sect’s exclusion is obviously a success. Except for Shaolin, there were no disciples in the Ten Great Sect.

But what about the total victory?

‘It depends on the outcome of this match.’

If Hye Yeon wins, Bop Jeong’s plan is perfect. No, it will be more splendid than the original plan.

But what if Hye Yeon loses?

‘Then I would become an incompetent leader who couldn’t even stop this incident from happening instead.’

He can save face if he falls to another Ten Great Sect.

Others will begin to demand Shaolin take responsibility if he loses to Mount Hua, formerly expelled from the Ten Great Sect, and he will award them the winner position.

Shaolin should take full responsibility for it since it has garnered so much attention. Shaolin will lose a lot of things and have nothing to gain if he loses this match.He can save face if he falls to another Ten Great Sect.

Others will begin to demand Shaolin take responsibility if he loses to Mount Hua, formerly expelled from the Ten Great Sect, and he will award them the winner position.

Shaolin should take full responsibility for it since it has garnered so much attention. Shaolin will lose a lot of things and have nothing to gain if he loses this match.

Maybe that’s why?

The reason why Bop Jeong doesn’t look so bright?

Heo Dojin’s eyes turned to the stage.

Chung Myung versus Hye Yeon.

Two people stood facing each other.

‘Interesting.’

He is unsure of the person who will stand in for Kangho’s future, but whoever it is, the Murim Competition will serve as the starting point for their discussion of accomplishments.

Those who fall short here will inevitably turn into the villains that highlight their rivals.

“That’s what history is all about.”

Which of the two will take the luxurious, bright position then?

Heo Dojin relaxed a little on the chair as he felt some pleasure.

The environment went silent.

There was loud applause at initially, but as the fight between the two dragged on, the noise gradually faded.

It was then so silent that it was hard to believe so many people had gathered.

Chung Myung discreetly regarded Hye Yeon throughout that interval.

Hye Yeon’s eyes drooped sadly.

It is impossible to detect the occasionally blatant timidity displayed on stage. The observer felt uncomfortable because of how intensely determined his eyes were.

‘Are you looking at villains?’

‘I guess so.’

‘From your point of view, of course.’

Bangjang, the powerful Sect Leader of Shaolin who rules the world, approached his adversary straight. If such is the case, even if the opponent declines the hand, they ought to show the least respect. Because of a few third-class disciples, Bangjang, whom he believed to be heaven, was embarrassed.

What if Chung Myung changed his mind after witnessing third-class pupils Cheon Mun Sahyung or Hyun Jong receiving criticism?

The sect must remove the signboard on that day. Chung Myung will get irrational and act like a puppy with bubbles in his mouth.

So of course he understands Hye Yeon’s position.

Rather…….

‘I couldn’t do that.’

Even though he knew how it would come to be, he tried to keep the spirit and cause of Cheon Mun Sahyung. He couldn’t stop putting the names of the World and Heaven and Kangho in front of Mount Hua.

As a result, Chung Myung was now troubled by Hye Yeon’s appearance.

‘You are not wrong.’

He would have commended him for his superb performance if it weren’t for the current situation.

But.

Beyond Hye Yeon, Chung Myung’s gaze shifted to Bop Jeong, who was seated behind the stage.

Stiffened face.

His expression looks uncomfortable, which is unusual for him. He felt a little bit comforted when he saw the look.

‘Don’t look at me with that angry face.’

He’s the one who should be really angry.

Then Hye Yeon opened his mouth first.

“Siju has crossed the line.”

Chung Myung picked his ears with a sour look.

“What are you saying?”

And after nodding lightly, he said in a voice with no particular emotion.

“You’re the one who crossed the line.”

“Siju!”

The unchanging attitude of Chung Myung ultimately made Hye Yeon’s face angry.

He tries to speak as well as he can, but he can’t communicate with the opponent. He can’t think of him as a disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, who once commanded the world with noble swords warrior.

“How can you be so light-hearted…….”

“Shut up. You idiot.”

“…….”

Hye Yeon opened his eyes wide.

Chung Myung drew his sword from the waist.

“It seems like you want to say something great, but I don’t want to hear a lecture from a guy who grew up in a sly Shaolin and received all kinds of benefits.”

“Foolish……!”

“Where do you think the words you’re talking about come from?”

“…….”

Suspicion rose in Hye Yeon’s eyes.

Where?

What the hell does that mean?

Chung Myung’s eyes looking at Hye Yeon were as cold as ever.

“If you weren’t a disciple of Shaolin, you wouldn’t be able to raise your head in front of me now.”

That’s why he can mess around.

Because he’s a disciple of Shaolin.

Shaolin is the best sect in the world.

But you know what?

It is none other than Mount Hua who has made Shaolin stand tall.

He doesn’t know it though.

Whether the warning is correct or nonsense, it doesn’t matter.

There’s only one thing for sure.

“You have no right to lecture me.”

People under the name of the Ten Great Sect, should not dare to speak in front of Chung Myung. No, they shouldn’t dare open that snout in front of Mount Hua.

“You don’t know.”

‘You don’t understand.’

‘You’ll never be.’

Why Chung Myung is so angry.

Just one.

He would not have been this angry if only one of the many sects had visited Mount Hua first and showed respect here in Shaolin, where both the Ten Great Sect and the Great Five Family had gathered.

Only one sect.

Just one.

But such a sect did not exist.

Chung Myung’s eyes turned to the podium.

When he looks at the Sect Leader of the Ten Great Sect, who is condescendingly looking down, his killing intent (살의(殺意)) boils up from the inside.

‘It was only a hundred years ago.’

It’s too short a time to forget. At least the Sect Leader in that Ten Great Sect would know what Mount Hua has sacrificed or what they’ve done wrong.

But no one would even formally apologize to Mount Hua, who has returned.

Thorough disregard. And looking away.

After Mount Hua’s good performance, they sent a gift as if nothing had happened and tried to bury the past.

That was the thing that was very unbearable to Chung Myung.

What did they die for?

On what did his Sahyung make such sacrifices?

Did they experience dogs’ death to make other’s life easier?

Chung Myung waited.

Throughout the competition.

He forced himself to laugh, talk, and shout for a long time.

So that anyone who’s gathered here knows that there’s Mount Hua here.

But it was useless.

While the story of Mount Hua was spreading like wildfire, performed well, and revived the past martial art to prove themselves, they simply dismissed them as a resurgent former sect.

No one.

No one else was trying to make the death of his Sahyung meaningful. None of them made Mount Hua’s sacrifice worthwhile.

Just one word was enough.

Thanks to Mount Hua, Kangho could come all the way here.

There is no need for great praise.

There is no need for tearful worship.

That’s all he needs.

But they didn’t say a word. Everything looked down on Mount Hua as if it had never existed, wiping its mouth admiringly.

The dog-like situation was unbearable for Chung Myung.

That silence.

Closing their mouths would have been a very small act for them. But that silence turned his Sahyung’s noble death into dog death.

Dog death… … .

“…Well, that’s enough.”

Kuung!

Chung Myung swung his sword and plunged it into the stage. The solid blue stone cracked.

Everyone tilted their heads at the strange behavior.

‘What are you trying to do?’

Chung Myung’s actions were simply out of common sense and expectations.

He took a step forward, leaving the sword he had put on the floor.

As if he were going to deal with Hye Yeon without a sword.

“…siju?”

At Hye Yeon’s curious voice, Chung Myung opened his mouth in a cold voice.

“I don’t want you to understand anymore. The result will be the same anyway.”

‘If you don’t intend to bow your head in good faith, I’ll force you to do so.’

“It’s not so bad to knock them down with force, and force their heads on the floor and make them grovel. Of course, Sahyung wouldn’t like it, but I didn’t listen to that Yangban in the past anyway.”

Hye Yeon hardens his complexion.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but it’s reckless to try to deal with this monk without a sword.”

“Reckless?”

Chung Myung smirked.

“Take your sword. And properly…”

It was that moment.

Chung Myung’s body disappeared from the spot like a snap. Hye Yeon, who momentarily missed Chung Myung’s track, freaked out and raised his senses as much as possible.

‘Found…!’

Chung Myung’s trace was discovered. But Hye Yeon couldn’t be happy about it. It was because Chung Myung was just around the corner before his senses picked it up.

Chung Myung’s fist stuck in Hye Yeon’s jaw, which is reflexively stretched out.

Kuung!

Hye Yeon, who was thrown off by an unexpected blow, rolled around the floor. Only after he rolled a few times could he grab the end of the stage and stop.

Hye Yeon gave a startling look. His face was in a state of confusion.

Chung Myung just spoke coldly.

“Get up.”

Hye Yeon is a talent created by Shaolin with all their heart and soul.

In other words, he is Shaolin’s pride, representing the pride of that high-nosed Ten Great Sect.

So let’s start here.

“Get up.”

Hye Yeon’s stunning eyes and Chung Myung’s chilly eyes met each other in the air.

But Hye Yeon wasn’t the only one Chung Myung was looking at.

Not only Bop Jeong, who was as bewildered as Hye Yeon, but also Shaolin’s disciples, who were guarding the old monk, were in sight.

Chung Myung chewed out.

“Wake up. I’m going to crush that flimsy pride very well.”