Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 626

Even the posture of the salute looked like a painting.

Despite having just completed a round of sparring, not a speck of dust clung to the pure white uniform of Baek Cheon. The appearance itself seemed to show an immaculate and complete victory.

“……did he win?”

“Don’t you have eyes? Does that look like a loss to you?”

“N- No, I’m just in disbelief. That was a level of skill that just completely overwhelmed their opponent.”

The audience couldn’t even cheer.

So far, they have praised Jo-Gol for his bravery and applauded Yoon Jong’s will.

But it was more of a cheer to the “weak” who did well against Wudang in the position of the ‘strong’.

However, Baek Cheon’s sword, shown a while ago, was not those of the ‘weak’.

“…Mount Hua takes down Wudang so easily? And with just second-class disciples on top of it?”

“Nonsense! Righteous Sword is already well known for his reputation in Kangho. How can you treat such a man as an ordinary second-class disciple?”

“Does reputation change the generation? No matter how you stretch it, isn’t a second-class disciple still a second-class disciple!”

“… that’s true.”

The audience’s dismay was palpable.

“Is Mount Hua really strong beyond Wudang?”

“What nonsense is that?”

“Look! Mount Hua has already won three matches in a row. No, including the first match that wasn’t counted, it’s a four-consecutive victory.”

“….”

“Once or twice, they could win by a fluke. But who says winning four times in a row is a fluke? If this is luck, then what in the world isn’t luck?”

Even those who secretly defended Wudang could not resist the remark.

“And! Even if the other battles were close one, this…”

The person who was talking about something closed his mouth tightly as if he couldn’t contain his excitement. With trembling eyes, he looked at the sparring stage for a long time before finally gasping for breath and speaking.

“Isn’t this a match with a clear difference in skill this time?”

“….”

Everyone stared at the stage with disbelief on their faces. They held their breath so tightly that they could hear the sound of swallowing saliva.

They all came here for entertainment.

No one had expected Mount Hua to perform so well against Wudang.

But now the sight before their eyes has completely shattered their ideas.

“Is, is Mount Hua really going to beats Wudang?”

“It might be so.”

Those watching swallowed dry saliva.

However, the thoughts of the quick-witted among them were a little different.

‘Even if Mount Hua’s triumph ends here, the work is already done.’

From now on, even if Wudang wins consecutive matches, only the four consecutive victories that Mount Hua has achieved will be discussed. The public love nothing more than weak sects overturning strong ones.

If Mount Hua is judged to have surpassed Wudang one day, it will surely start with this sparring match.

The public stared at both camps with tense faces. Indeed, joy and sorrow were intersecting.

Mu Ho came down from the stage with his head down, unable to say anything.

“….”

Heo Sanja looked at him with despondent eyes.

What could he say?

If it was a defeat by carelessness, he have given a scolding. He might have been harshly criticised or comforted if he had not shown his true abilities due to tension.

But it was neither careless nor nervous. It was a complete defeat in strength compared to the opponent.

Of course, the loser has returned, but what can he say?

“….”

Heo Sanja just looked at Mu Ho in a daze, unable to say anything.

Mu Jin, who was watching from behind, sighed and opened his mouth instead of Heo Sanja.

“…… you’ve worked hard.”

“Yes, Sahyung.”

“Go in and treat yourself.”

“… There are no wounds.”

Mu Jin was well aware of the resentment contained in those words.

The fact that he didn’t even get a scratch despite being defeated was more disgraceful than the defeat itself.

Unfortunately, however, Heo Sanja, who should have been comforting his resentment, was using up all his energy just by accepting the situation he was facing.

“Go in.”

“…Yes.”

Mu Ho’s shoulders drooped. Seeing his shoulders, Mu Jin’s chest began to burn like a wildfire.

“Elder-nim.”

He gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

“Is this the outcome that Elder-nim wanted?”

He had lived his whole life under the strict discipline of Wudang. He had never considered questioning his superiors or asking them for reason and justice. However, the current situation was enough to break even Mu Jin’s patience.

“Honor has fallen, and now even our justification has been lost. The world will praise Mount Hua and denounce Wudang.”

Mu Jin shuddered with his lips tightly closed to endure the boiling anger.

“If I had gone out, I wouldn’t have been criticized for losing this much. Was the outcome Elder-nim wanted really such a crushing defeat?”

“You punk!”

Heo Sanja suddenly shouted as if he had come to his senses.

“How dare Wudang’s first-class disciples stare and confront the Elders of the sect like this! Is this how the sect taught you!”

Heo Sanja’s eyes were bloodshot. But Mu Jin was left with even greater disappointment at the response. Before discussing right and wrong, the words of Heo Sanja, who scolded him for his attitude, made him even more miserable and gloomy.

“There’s nothing to be excited about.”

“….”

“The shape was worse than I thought, but it’s what I expected.”

“Elder-nim!”

“We can just win from now on! Lose five times! Lose six times! It doesn’t matter if we lose nine times! We just need to win ten times! It doesn’t matter how many times we lost!”

“….”

“The important thing is the result. The only thing that matters is the result!”

Mu Jin’s tightly bitten lips turned pale.

Heo Sanja’s words have not changed a bit from before. The logic behind words is also the same as the first. But that was only superficial.

Heo Sanja was now completely engulfed in his emotions. He did not seek a conclusion by considering the pros and cons but rather did not want to admit that he was wrong.

‘Was it always this shallow?’

His sect was indeed a place where the scent of the lofty Taoism was buried. But at this moment, Mu Jin felt like he saw the other side of the sect.

‘What is the point of having reached Inaction state only within the sect?’

What’s the point if one can’t maintain their posture and spirit as soon as they leave the sect and get beaten by the world?

Mu Jin looked at Mount Hua with a miserable face.

‘It’s frivolous… it’s rough….’

Infinitely free.

The essence of the Tao is to embrace the world and nature within oneself and become one with it. If so, wouldn’t that side be more like a Tao itself than being bound by strict rules?

Mu Jin closed his eyes tightly.

However, he couldn’t block out the painful cheers of Mount Hua’s disciples ringing in his ears.

“Amazing! Sasuk, you were truly amazing!”

“Sahyung! It was the best!”

“Wow, I can’t even imitate it!”

Thunderous cheers poured out towards Baek Cheon as he descended from the stage.

It was a matter of course.

Although the others had fought hard, no one had shown the same solid superiority as Baek Cheon.

They had pretended to be indifferent the whole time, but the enormous mountain of Wudang always weighed on their shoulders. But at this moment, Baek Cheon tore the huge mountain apart with a single stroke.

“It was really cool.”

“How can you use such a sword technique? Teach me, too, Sahyung!”

Baek Cheon grinned as he saw Mount Hua’s disciples swarming around him.

“Don’t be too flattering. I’m embarrassed.”

“No! This is something to be proud of!”

“Ah, what a shame! Mu Jin should have come out!”

“What Mu Jin, this bastard! You should still call him Mu Jin Daehyeop.”

“Ah, yes….”

Baek Cheon was at a loss about what to do with his ever-growing smile. Watching his Sahyung cheering and rejoicing only inflated his feelings.

‘This is what you meant.’

The word ‘Person who will elevate the name of Mount Hua’ means.

It meant shining from the highest place.

It wasn’t just about Baek Cheon being noble on his own.

It meant leading Mount Hua’s disciples in a different way than Yoon Jong. Baek Cheon, who finally understood Chung Myung’s meaning, smiled and turned his head.

‘What do you think? I did it perfectly…..’

But at that moment, Baek Cheon stiffened like a rock.

Chung Myung and Jo-Gol are looking his way with their hand crossed and with dissatisfied faces…. and… Huh?

‘Yoon Jong? Why are you there? Yoon Jong….’

“This….”

Chung Myung spits on the ground and says gently.

“You’re a hero now, aren’t you?”

“Why? Sasuk is always been a hero.”

“Oh my gosh, my eyes are dazzled. He’s so bright, I might go blind.”

“….”

Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol glared at Baek Cheon like a child deprived of a toy.

“Well, he would have won smoothly even if he didn’t do it so flashy.”

“Why are you acting like it’s a big deal? It’s not like it’s a rare occurrence.”

‘But these bastards?’

Baek Cheon’s eyes lit up as if he was in a good mood.

“No, you bastards! Your Sasuk won and came back, what’s with this reaction?”

“We’re celebrating, aren’t we?”

“Aigoo! Congratulations, Sasuk! I’m so touched that I feel like I’m going to burst into tears… N- No, wait, don’t pull my hair. Hey.”

Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol pulled Chung Myung’s ponytail from behind.

Baek Cheon gritted his teeth, distorting his neat eyebrows to the fullest.

‘I was mistaken for a moment.’

He should have always remembered that Mount Hua’s disciples and those bastards were separate.

Baek Cheon glared at Chung Myung, who was still standing there.

“I did as I was told, so you won’t have any complaints, will you?

“That’s enough. Hurry up and go in. Why are you straining your neck as if you did something great? It’s might break soon.”

“… Rotten, for real.”

Eventually, harsh words poured out.

‘I’m a moron for expecting anything from those guys!’

Baek Cheon took a deep breath and turned his head towards his place.

Though Five Swords was sour and irritating, the other Mount Hua’s disciples all gave him a look of envy.

Even the Elders.

“Baek Cheon.”

“Yes, Elder-nim.”

“You did a great job.”

Baek Cheon grinned as Hyun Sang patted his shoulder.

“No, I just did what I had to do.”

“Wow, look what that yangban is saying!”

“Gol-ah, he can hear you, that man. Speak quietly.”

‘Yoon Jong, you punk…..’

‘You should tell him not to say such things, what do you mean to speak quietly?’

Baek Cheon sighed deeply.

‘Anyway, these bastards…….’

Anyway, everyone had a knack for scratching people’s insides. Baek Cheon soon smirked and glanced at Wudang camp.

‘It was like that at one time.’

There were definitely times when he envied Wudang.

Of course, it is a lie if he has never regretted leaving Southern Edge Sect and choosing Mount Hua. Had he chosen Wudang instead of Mount Hua, he would never have suffered the humiliation from Southern Edge Sect. Why wouldn’t he stay up all night thinking about such a thing?

But now…….

‘I’m glad I’m a disciple of Mount Hua.’

Pride doesn’t just come from strength. Now, Baek Cheon felt a sense of pride that made his chest ache simply because he was a disciple of Mount Hua.

It could be a little rough, noisy, and sometimes frustrating, but no other sect in the world was as warm and proud as this one.

“…His face tells me he’s drunk on coolness right now?”

“Leave him alone. Is it just a day or two when he’s like that?”

“….”

‘No. Let’s leave out ‘warm’.’

‘Those rotten bastards…’