Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 622

”Wait.”

The voice sounded strangely clear.

Perhaps because the sharpness underlying it was so keen.

“…Elder-nim?”

Mu Jin was stunned and looked back at Heo Sanja.

But Heo Sanja stared only at Baek Cheon, who stood on the stage without even giving him a look.

‘Righteous Sword of Mount Hua.’

The disciples of Wudang here only heard rumors about Mount Hua, but Heo Sanja, who had to lead Wudang’s disciples to deal with Mount Hua, couldn’t devise a plan based on rumors alone…

So, of course, he had already obtained as much information about Mount Hua as possible before coming here.

Of course, little information about their martial art made him want to immediately run to Beggar Union and question it, but there is information that cannot be overlooked.

‘Mount Hua’s best.’

The same thing was said everywhere that handled information about Mount Hua.

Righteous Sword. Mount Hua’s best Baek Cheon.

In fact, there was Mount Hua Divine Dragon, but his power and influence were too great to be put in the category of rising star disciples. So in reality, Baek Cheon is the rising star representing Mount Hua.

There were various evaluations, but only one word caught Heo Sanja’s attention the most.

A genius.

He defeated Jin Geum Ryong, one of the Five Dragons who was famous in the world in the past and further defeated Daeju of that Myriad Man House in a real battle.

And it was almost certain that he would become the Sect Leader of Mount Hua in the future.

The conclusion was that he was someone who could not be ignored no matter what kind of modifier he had.

Considering all of this, it was more likely that Baek Cheon was stronger than the other Mount Hua disciples who fought first.

Then Heo Sanja had to worry about something else.

Can he be absolutely sure that Mu Jin will beat Baek Cheon?

Of course, Heo Sanja knows. Mu Jin is strong. Wudang also had high expectations for him.

Having watched all three previous fights, Heo Sanja could not guarantee a perfect victory. If something one in a thousand or one in ten thousand chances happens, Wudang will fall into an irreversible situation.

‘I’d rather…’

Heo Sanja’s eyes shone darkly. He slowly opened his mouth.

“Mu Jin.”

“Yes, Elder-nim.”

“You’re not going out this time.”

“…Yes?”

Heo Sanja, who caught a glimpse of Mu Jin with his eyes wide open, looked behind him and said.

“Mu Ho!”

“Yes!”

“You go out.”

At the unexpected order, Mu Ho asked back as if he was dumbfounded.

“El- Elder-nim. Do you mean me?”

“That’s right.”

Mu Ho shut his mouth.

He also has eyes and senses, would he be unaware of the current situation? He was not confident in his own sword, but this fight was not one that he, who was closer to being the worst among the first-class disciples, could participate in.

“El- Elder-nim. That young man challenged Mu Jin Sahyung.”

“I have ears, too. Did you think I didn’t hear that?”

“How come…….”

As Mu Ho hesitated and didn’t move, Heo Sanja, who was getting impatient, looked nervously at Baek Cheon and said.

“Mu Jin is one of the Three Swords of Wudang and one of the greatest Wudang’s disciples. It’s not appropriate for such a man to exchange moves with second-class disciples of Mount Hua.”

“Elder-nim!”

Mu Jin unknowingly raised his voice.

It’s not because Heo Sanja is wrong. It was only because he realized the true meaning behind the words.

Now Heo Sanja is dodging the match. Wudang Sect of all under Heaven.

“This is a fight that came from there. How can we avoid it? Are you telling me to be afraid and run away when a person with a lower rank is coming?”

“You’re saying weird things.”

Heo Sanja twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled.

“Didn’t you and Mu Yon talk about this a little while ago? It’s a sparring match, a place of friendship. Then, wouldn’t it be more appropriate for Mu Ho to go out and see the sword of Mount Hua than you, who has nothing more to learn?”

“….”

Mu Jin’s body began to tremble.

But Heo Sanja didn’t care a bit about that reaction.

“There’s no need for further discussion. That guy, Baek Cheon, will be dealt by Mu Ho.”

“Elder-nim!”

Mu Jin, who tried to shout aloud again, clenched his teeth and lowered his voice as the attention around him grew.

“This is not right.” “What do you mean?”

“We should not do something that is not honorable. We’re not the only ones here, are we?”

“You fool.”

Heo Sanja said coldly.

“We’ve already lost three times.”

And spat out.

“If we lose again here, what will the world say about us? Will they praise us for being a great sect that lost honorably?”

“….”

“It is impossible!”

Mu Jin, who looked into Heo Sanja’s eyes, shut up. Regardless of whether the logic was right or wrong, it seemed that words wouldn’t work at all.

“The purpose for which we came here has already become unattainable. Those who witnessed the battle will never forget the victory of Mount Hua. The fact that Wudang’s first-class disciples lost twice in a row to the third-class disciple of Mount Hua is a terrible event that cannot be excused by any words. Moreover…”

It was all the more terrible that one of the defeated Wudang’s disciples was the Three Swords.

Heo Sanja couldn’t bring himself to say this either. It was too shameful to speak out.

“But one in a thousand, or one in ten thousand chances…….”

Heo Sanja’s bloodshot eyes glared at Mu Jin.

“If you lose as well, Wudang’s reputation will fall to the ground. No, that’s not the end of it. The public will praise Mount Hua’s growth and ridicule the decline of the Wudang Sect. And you will never regain your glory again!”

“… Elder-nim.”

“You are the head of Wudang’s Three Swords. You must never lose to them.”

Mu Jin’s eyes were filled with despondency.

Heo Sanja was known to be rational and gentle. However, he couldn’t see any trace of that now.

“…But this is not right. Elder-nim, this is…….”

There’s no need to say more. This is an order.”

When the word “order” came out, Mu Jin swallowed a sigh and closed his eyes tightly. Heo Sanja is Wudang’s first-class disciple and Wudang’s Elder. Furthermore, on his way here, Sect Leader Heo Do-jin entrusted him with full authority.

In other words, Heo Sanja’s name was the same as the Sect Leader’s.

“Get back.”

“I… I accept orders….”

Mu Jin clenched his teeth and stepped back.

Heo Sanja bit his lips slightly and turned away.

Of course, he knew. How could he not know that this was disgraceful and dishonorable?

That this is by no means the right way. What kind of value would remain if he produced only a result of victory while avoiding the battle with his opponent?

But humiliation lasts for a while and the result lasts forever. Any shame he would experience could not compare to the assessment that the younger disciples of Mount Hua pushed Wudang of under all Heaven.

“Mu Ho, go up.”

“…Yes.”

Mu Ho sighed deeply and stepped onto the stage with his shoulders drooping.

“Huh?”

“It’s not Mu Jin Daehyeop.”

Mount Hua’s disciples began to stir.

Of course, they thought Mu Jin would come up, but the person who stepped up onto the stage was someone they had never seen before.

“Who is it?”

“Is he one of the three remaining Three Swords of Wudang?”

“I don’t think so.”

Everyone couldn’t hide their confusion at the unexpected situation.

It was natural, as Baek Cheon was undoubtedly the best among them. So they thought that someone equally capable would come from the other side.

Now that Mount Hua has already won two matches, they can’t just ignore Mount Hua. They expected the other side to exert their full strength as well.

“Is that some kind of hidden master or something like that?”

“Does it look like it?”

“… Doesn’t seem like it, as expected?”

It clearly wasn’t.

Compared to Mu Jin, who had a distinct presence even though he had been standing below the fighting stage, or Mu Yon, who had completely overwhelmed Yoon Jong, although he lost, the momentum of the one who had just come up was definitely several levels lower…

Looking at Mount Hua’s bewildered disciples, Jo-Gol clenched his teeth and said to Chung Myung.

“Is this what you said earlier?”

Chung Myung glanced at Wudang camp and nodded.

“Well, I didn’t know it would be that blatant.”

“…Don’t they plan on winning?”

Anger flashed across Jo-Gol’s face. He is a child of a merchant who is very quick to calculate. He couldn’t help but understand what Wudang did now.

Isn’t that a cheap winning tactic?

Instead of sending weak disciples to Baek Cheon and Yoo Iseol, who can be variables, it is a ploy to win a steady victory from the remaining disciples of Mount Hua with his confident disciples.

This way, Baek Cheon would easily win.

Yoo Iseol will also come back with a quick win.

But what about the rest?

Who else in Mount Hua can confidently win over the rest of Wudang’s first-class disciples?

At best, there was only Chung Myung.

“Can’t they just fight and win? Why resort to such cheap tricks…!”

“That’s what a prestigious sect is all about.” Jo-Gol, raised his voice as much as he could, but Chung Myung was just indifferent.

“It became a prestigious sect because it was good and outstanding, but in the end, performance and results determine the name of a prestigious sect. Those who have been under the name of a prestigious sect for a long time know it well. The process means nothing.”

“Then, is that fair?”

“No one said it was fair.”

Jo-Gol gritted his teeth as if he was really indignant.

“This is… this is Wudang’s way?”

He even stared at the Wudang camp with a face as if he had been betrayed. Other disciples who heard the two’s conversation also shed similar anger at Wudang.

Chung Myung thought it was foolish to demand justice from the enemy, but on the other hand, he understood their minds.

‘Yes, you should be angry.’

For the current Mount Hua, Wudang is both a goal to overcome and an object of envy.

Unlike Chung Myung, who lived high in the days when Mount Hua was higher than Wudang, they would never have imagined that they would be able to surpass Wudang.

Therefore, in their minds, Wudang had to be high and strong.

However, since Mount Hua’s disciple was now unexpectedly facing their true selves, feeling a sense of betrayal was natural.

Chung Myung smiled quietly as Heo Sanja looked at the opponent’s side.

‘Right, you’ve put down pride and everything, haven’t you?’

It’s a bold decision.

Those who cling to their pride often end up facing more terrible consequences because of it. The decision to take victory in return for putting everything down seemed rather wise.

“Keep your eyes open.”

Chung Myung said coldly.

“Discussing righteousness and ideal is only a luxury for those who haven’t had a fire lit under their feet. The moment the sword is pointed at one neck, everyone reveals their true nature.”

“….”

Everyone was speechless at the words and only looked at the stage. Chung Myung’s eyes sank darkly.

‘But….’

Soon a twisted smile was drawn around the mouth.

‘It remains to be seen whether it will go their way.’

His eyes on Heo Sanja were endlessly cold.