Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 458

Paaat!

The sword’s edge shot forward unwaveringly.

Paaat!

Once again.

Once more, and again.

The edge of the sword, which had been swung countless times, advanced quickly and repeatedly stopped at the same spot.

‘Trembling.’

Yoo Iseol’s face is slightly distorted.

At first glance, it appears to stop in the same spot, but she was well aware that her sword was slightly wobbly.

“Huuk.”

Yoo Iseol, who exhaled briefly, recovered the Plum Sword.

‘It’s not easy.’

The Tang Family’s Plum Sword was noticeably sharper and more balanced than previous models.

But, as with everything else in life, there are advantages and disadvantages.

The lighter the sword, the more dazzling the movement, but the edge of the sword was easily shaken.

Yoo Iseol looked at the Plum Sword quietly.

Mount Hua’s sword made little distinction between men and women.

Unlike ordinary Orthodox (Righteous) Faction swords which are based on the strength instilled into the sword, Mount Hua’s sword was centered on the sword’s Quickness (쾌(快)), Changes (변(變)), and Illusion (환(幻)).

Even a woman can reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship if she can spread her sword sharply and dazzlingly.

But can it be easier done than said?

The greater the change in the sword, the more complete control is required.

A sword that deceives and dazzles one’s opponent with numerous changes. Mount Hua’s sword simply makes noise when it is out of control.

‘You have to put weight at the end of the sword.’

Chung Myung has discussed the basics numerous times.

At first, she understood that the basics were simply important, but recently, she could understand why Chung Myung emphasized it so much.

The more you focus on the glamorous and extravagant changes the more the sword loses its center and shakes. She has to go back to basics to keep the balance.

Use the lower body to hold the weight of the sword, calm the mind, and take complete control of the sword.

‘A splendid sword and a heavy heart.’

She felt like she had to balance the incompatible.

“Huuk.”

Yoo Iseol breathed deeply and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Then she looked up and gazed at the moon in the sky.

It’s been a while since the edge of her sword created plum blossoms.

But the realm she had hoped for was still far away.

The plum blossom she wants is not quite like this. A little more sophisticated, a little clearer…

Yes, plum blossoms are alive.

Yoo Iseol’s feet began to move automatically.

After such a long time, the place that she had reached was none other than Yeonhwabong.

In the cold night air as if winter was approaching, a familiar sound began to be heard in her ears as she began climbing Yeonhwabong without saying a word.

The sound of a sword cutting through the wind like silk.

Now, her steps are a little faster with the familiar sounds.

“…….”

Eventually, as she climbed Yeonhwabong, a forest of plum blossoms filled her sight.

Clenching her fists, she stared at the scene.

Plum blossoms that seem to be alive and moving.

Even though she saw it countless times, she couldn’t help feeling sucked in every time she saw it. The white and red plum blossoms shook as if they were swaying in the wind, fluttering again, embroidering the air.

Yoo Iseol repeatedly engraved the plum blossoms in her eyes.

But then, the plum blossoms that flew like a fantasy disappeared in an instant. As if everything she had ever seen was a dream.

“Ah…….”

A faint exclamation of regret flowed through Yoo Iseol’s lips. What remained in the spot where the plum blossoms disappeared was Chung Myung, who sat down dissatisfied with his sword on the ground.

Yoo Iseol stared at his back with slightly dark eyes.

‘In any case…’

She has seen it many times already.

In Yoo Iseol’s eyes, it was a plum blossom that could be described as perfect, but it still seemed unsatisfactory for Chung Myung.

‘I want to hit them.’

Yoo Iseol muttered inside, slightly raising blood veins on her forehead.

Mount Hua’s disciples say Yoo Iseol is a training demon.

But she knew. In reality, who is the craziest at training.

The person who is already ahead of them puts the most effort into training, making it very difficult and far-fetched to catch up with him.

Chung Myung remained still for a long time as if he were in agony. Yoo Iseol turned away from the back. A man in trouble is not meant to be touched.

Yoo Iseol, who was going back the way she came, stood tall again. Looking back at Chung Myung, determination crossed her face.

‘One day, I’ll…….’

Slowly going down the mountain, she held onto the Plum Sword handle tightly.

“Ugh.”

Chung Myung grabbed the Dark Fragrance Plum Sword tightly.

“It’s so frustrating.”

Then he pulled out the sword with a groan and put it on his lap.

It happens every time he practices, but it was really annoying that he couldn’t realize what he knew in his head with his body.

Of course, the current Chung Myung is incomparably stronger than when Plum Blossom Sword Saint was at this age. In his past life, he was also called a genius who will be remembered in the history of Mount Hua, but compared to the current Chung Myung, he is only at the level of a rising star.

He was confident that he in the past could beat the current him even if he swung his sword with feet instead of hands.

With that in mind, there is no need to be in a hurry, but…….

“Well, that’s for the people who don’t know.”

A sigh broke out of Chung Myung’s mouth.

‘Let’s calm down for now.’

The basics that were piled up were now slowly playing their part.

In other words, Chung Myung’s first foundation to be strong so far has had little effect.

He has come this far thanks to the high level of understanding of martial arts that he had accumulated in his previous life and the internal strength of the pills.

And from now on, it was time to show the power of the foundation that was finely crafted with the spirit of a craftsman.

Then he’ll be stronger in the future…..

‘As expected, it’s too slow.’

Chung Myung unknowingly narrowed his brows.

If he can continue to practice for several decades like this, it is nothing to overtake his past life.

But the problem was, no matter how hard he thinks about it, he doesn’t think he’ll be given those decades.

Magyo has begun to move again.

In the past, it took less than five years for Jungwon to discover Magyo’s traces until an all-out war broke out.

Where is the guarantee that it will be slower this time?

“Ugh.”

Chung Myung, who was making a sound of pain, lay flat on his back.

Chung Myung, who was watching the full moon so bright that it was dazzling, slightly frowned.

“Cheong Mun Sahyung.”

No answer was heard.

“If you are watching now, tell me. Did that bastard go to hell?”

Again, there was no answer.

“Ah, right. What do Sahyung know?”

– This bastard?

“……No, you only answer at times like this.”

Chung Myung sighed and glanced up at the sky.

‘I don’t know… I’m nervous.’

– Remember, the disciple of Mount Hua. This is not the end. Demon (마(魔)) will be back again. And then, the real world of Magyo will open. Magyo that no one can stop… … .

The last word of that damn thing was on his mind the whole time.

‘Come back.’

He said the Demon (마(魔)) will definitely come back.

So far, he has tried not to care if he can since he has so much work to do, but he couldn’t bear to say that because he might meet Magyo again.

‘Demon (마(魔))….’

Generally speaking, it would be more of a prophecy that Magyo would resurrect again. However, considering the current Chung Myung’s situation, it was simply impossible to make such a conclusion.

‘Did he say something other than Demon (마(魔))?’

There was no way to know because they didn’t even have a proper conversation.

“There’s no answer even if I think about it.”

Chung Myung, jumped up while grumbling and grabbed the Dark Fragrance Plum Sword.

Whether Magyo began to move or Heavenly Demon resurrected, there is only one way to solve it all.

“Be stronger.”

Enough to overshadow Magyo.

‘Even if Heavenly Demon comes back, I can cut off his neck right away!

“I and Mount Hua still have a long way to go.”

There’s no point in reclaiming the past.

The past is not to be retrieved, but to be overcome.

Chung Myung’s sword began to bloom vivid plum blossoms again.

It was a plum blossom that won’t last for a long time.

* * *

The wide-open Chung Myung’s eyes blinked.

The first thing in front of him was a very familiar wagon. But it wasn’t the cart that caught Chung Myung’s eye, but the luggage on top.

Round sacks were piled up on the cart.

“…What the hell is all this?”

“Luggage.”

“No…… I know it’s luggage…….”

‘Are you moving?’

“Did you decide to move to Southern Edge Sect while I was away?”

“What about the Southern Edge Sect then?”

“We could just beat them all and kick them out.”

“…….”

Hyun Young looked back at Chung Myung with a face that said, ‘That’s a good idea.’

‘No, don’t take my jokes seriously…’

Hyun Young kindly explained to Chung Myung, who was speechless.

“Unfortunately, we’re not moving. It’s the stuff you’re going to take to the North Sea.”

“……what kind of luggage…….”

“I explained it roughly to Jo-Gol. The ones at the bottom are wool, leather, and clothes to change.”

“…….”

“And on the top, there is food. Those boxes are gifts for the North Sea.”

“What gift?”

Hyun Young shrugged.

“Isn’t the first impression the most important? No matter how much communication they may have received in advance, the North Sea people would not welcome Jungwon people. So, wouldn’t it be a little better to prepare a present? There’s no one in the world who hates gifts.”

“…….”

Even while the two were having a conversation, the party continued to load the rest of the luggage onto the cart.

“All loaded, Elder!”

“Hmm. Did you check that there is nothing missing?”

“Yes!”

Hyun Young nodded with a satisfied face.

“So-so!”

“Yes, Elder!”

“Did you bring all the medicinal herbs and potion?”

“Yes!”

Tang So-so grinned, banging the surrounding luggage.

“Don’t worry, we’ve prepared everything!”

“I see.”

Hyun Young, who looked at the cart with a hawk’s eye, checked once again to see if there was anything missing.

“There can be no negligence, as the Sect Leader has requested. It’s a long journey to the North Sea, so they’ll need a lot of things.”

“No……. Isn’t it okay for a martial artist to carry a weapon or something?”

There was a fiery response to Chung Myung’s gibberish.

“People who don’t even lift a finger!”

“Do you cook rice? Huh? Are you going to cook?”

“If that’s how you start, you’re going to be told to eat grass, you savage bastard!”

Chung Myung shuddered at the fierce backlash from Baek Chun and other disciples.

“……Well, it’s important luggage, okay. But what’s with that cart again? The horse wouldn’t even move if we put the luggages on top of such a cart.”

“Because there is no need for one in the first place.”

“……Huh?”

When Chung Myung turned his head, Baek Chun shook his head slowly with a calm face.

“Hwang Sodanju said that the North Sea is so cold that horses freeze to death. So you can’t take the horse anyway.”

“…then?”

“We’re gonna have to drag this.”

“…….”

Chung Myung’s eyes shook for a moment.

“Sasuk?”

“Well, you didn’t drag this last time. It wasn’t bad for training, was it?”

Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol nodded as Baek Chun sought consent.

“Yes, well.”

“I’ve been feeling a little sad lately because I haven’t been able to train too much.”

Chung Myung’s mouth opened blankly at the calm and natural conversation.

‘You fine?’

‘Are you really okay with this?’

‘If you’re worried about a horse freezing to death, shouldn’t you just drag it with a horse near the North Sea?’

Many questions crossed his mind for a moment, but by now they were meaningless. What can he do when they’re full of will?

“… … What are you going to do with that?”

“Huh?”

Chung Myung asked with a perplexed face, and when he gestured his chin, Baek Chun glanced over the pointed place. There was a figure mumbling something besides the cart.

“Mahabanyabaramilda Simgyeong Gwanjajae Bodhisattva…” (“마하반야바라밀다심경 관자재보살” / the Heart of Prajna Paramita Sutra. In case you want to search it for urself.)

How can a Heart Sutra be so sad?

Mount Hua’s disciples all shook their heads together for a moment.

“…Poor thing.”

“No wonder he’s out of his mind.”

“But looking back, that yangban went through all that hardship all the way to Sichuan and didn’t receive anything, did he? At least we got a sword.”

“Yes, it is….. And Bangjang who he trusted abandoned him.”

“Amitabha. Songbulhasoso (성불하소서).” (Attain the Buddhahood)

Chung Myung listened to the conversation and glanced up at the sky.

‘Cheon Mun Sahyung.’

‘I’m afraid Mount Hua is getting a little weird…..’

‘I really didn’t mean to do this.’

“Are you all set?”

Then, Hyun Jong approached from the back and asked.

“Yes, Sect Leader!”

Mount Hua’s disciples stood up and greeted Hyun Jong.

“…It looks like you’ve prepared thoroughly.”

Hyun Jong, who took a serious look at the loaded luggage, nodded as if he liked it.

“Baek Chun-ah.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

“The North Sea is far away. Be extra careful.”

“Yes!”

“Take care of Chung Myung so that he doesn’t get into an accident.”

“…I’ll try.”

“Yes, that’s enough.”

And Hyun Jong looked at Chung Myung and said,

“Can you do it?”

“……It was like that a little while ago.”

Chung Myung sighed less with the party accompanying him.

Hyun Jong said, looking back at everyone with worried eyes.

“Remember one thing.”

There was a solemn glow in the eyes of Mount Hua’s disciples.

“There is no such thing as a mission for you to complete. If you feel any danger, step back and return to Mount Hua. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sect Leader!”

After finishing talking, Hyun Jong nodded heavily.

“Then please take care of yourself.”

“Then we’ll be on our way!”

With Baek Chun at the head, the disciples clung to the cart.

“What will Monk Hye Yeon do?”

“…Just load him on.”

“Yes!”

Jo-Gol picked up Hye Yeon and threw him in the luggage.

“Chung Myung-ah! You get on there, too!”

“…….”

“Sect Leader! Then we’ll be back!”

Mount Hua’s disciples proudly led the cart and left the gate.

Laying silently on top of the cart, Chung Myung grinned pleasantly as he watched the drooping Hye Yeon and his Sahyung, who was vigorously pulling the cart.

‘I don’t know anymore.’

‘I don’t care how it comes to be.’