Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 633

“Huft! Huft! Huft! Huft!”

Bloodshot eyes glistened ominously.

And the faces of those watching those eyes were slowly distorted with anxiety. In the end, there was only one person they could look at.

‘Please do something about it.’

‘What do you want me to do?’

‘No! You’re our Sasuk even so, aren’t you? You know it’s going to be a mess if he were left as is and explodes.’

‘Ughh.’

These bastards usually don’t even treat him like Sasuk, Dongryong this, and Dongryong that, but only when things become like this do they go all ‘Sasuk!’ and look for him.

If it’s just Sajes or Sajils pressuring him, he can just ignore them roughly, but the problem is that even the Elders in the back were subtly giving Baek Cheon pressure.

Unable to overcome the blatant request and the unspoken pressure that followed, he finally sighed and approached Chung Myung’s side, cautiously checking his mood.

“Consecutive… consecutive defeats… seven consecutive defeats…”

“…..”

“Seven consecutive defeats to mere Wudang’s small fries…. Against something like Wudang….”

‘He has gone insane.’

He’s always been a little off, but now it seems like he’s really lost it. Just looking at his shaking hands and trembling eyes was enough to tell.

It was a harsh reality for Baek Cheon as he had to stop the insane Chung Myung, when the usual version was already difficult enough.

‘Oh, ancestor.’

‘I might just die like this, seriously.’

Baek Cheon sighed deeply and opened his mouth carefully. He needed to calm him down somehow.

“Uhmm…..”

“Grooowwll…..”

“That, urmm….”

“Huh?”

Chung Myung’s eyes darted toward Baek Cheon.

‘…Look at his stare.’

He’s going to shoot fire with his eyes soon…

“That…..”

Baek Cheon stammered uncharacteristically.

“You- You did say that yourself didn’t you?”

“What?”

“That… Some defeats are worth more than victories.”

“…..”

There was no response, but Baek Cheon smiled awkwardly and continued.

“Even though we lost, the kids still learn something, so you don’t have to be too upset…”

At that moment, Chung Myung’s head tilted sideways.

‘We’re screwed.’

‘It’s over.’

‘What are you, rabbit?’ (Koreans use the term Rabbit Eyes to represent crazy staring, red/bloodshot eyes)

At the same time, blood drained from the faces of Mount Hua’s disciples, who were wary of Chung Myung.

“Sasuk.”

“Hu- humm?”

“I did. Of course, I did say that.”

“R- Right. Chung Myung-ah.”

“…But.”

“Huh?”

“So what if I said that?”

“…..”

“Does Sasuk do everything you understand? Huh?”

Chung Myung’s eyes slowly began to flip.

“If I could do everything I understand, I’d be Confucius, wouldn’t I? It took even Buddha a lifetime to practice what he understood, so what’s wrong with me not being able to do something I understand? What’s wrong with it!”

“…..”

Aigoo, I wonder why our Sajil has such a dirty temper?

“These things that can’t even be used as firewood! A seven consecutive defeats against Wudan?! Seven consecutive defeats! Not even five! Not even six! But seven consecutive defeats? Seeeeveeeeeeeeeeeeeen?”

Chung Myung, who was shaking and shouting with momentum as if foaming out of his mouth, suddenly stiffened and grabbed the back of his neck.

“Keuh… Neck, the back of my neck!”

“Calm, calm down!”

Panicked Baek Cheon rushed to comfort Chung Myung.

“We’ve seen enough benefits, haven’t we! If you go crazy here, we’ll really end up with nothing.”

“Y- Yes, Chung Myung! Ca- Calm down!”

“Anyone, hurry up and get some sweets for him, you bastards!”

Other disciples helped Baek Cheon and began to soothe Chung Myung.

They had already been with Chung Myung for years. It was enough time for them to know that something horrible(?) would happen whenever he started to get angry.
“Huft! Huft! Huft! Huft!”

Chung Myung, staring ahead with bloodshot eyes, breathed heavily.

“At this point, I’d rather break off all of those bastards’ heads and just bury them in a mountain somewhere…”

“What, have you finally gone crazy?”

“No, Sasuk. He has always been crazy.”

“… that’s true.”

Even a madman can choose a time and a place.

But isn’t it a big problem because this madman in front of him can’t distinguish time and place!

“No! Does a damn seven consecutive defeats make sense?!”
“You said we couldn’t win, you madman!”

“We can’t win! Of course we can’t! But we still have to win!”

“…Please, please say something that makes sense…”

Baek Cheon begged, but Chung Myung was not able to listen to people at all.

Of course, Chung Myung knows.

Other Mount Hua’s disciples, except Five Swords, are not yet up to Wudang Sect. Wudang is not just a neighborhood sect, how can they beat them with one generation gap in between?

Had that been possible, Mount Hua would have already risen to the rank of the world’s highest sect and had plum blossoms engraved on Shaolin monk’s bald heads.

He knows. Of course, he knows. But still…

‘I know, but it’s driving me crazy!’

Aigoo, my temper.

If people lived for too long they end up seeing themself lose so miserably to Wudang like this!

These bastards, when I was young, huh?

I’ve never seen those guys’ faces! I only saw the hat on their heads! Where did those Wudang guys get the nerve to hold their heads up in front of Mount Hua and hold them high!’

Chung Myung, who was about to explode after boiling inside, shook violently while clutching the hilt of his sword.

“Ca- calm down, you damn lunatic!”

“Where is the sweets!?”

It was then.

Kudadang!

Gwak Hee, who was doing the sparring match on behalf of the third-class disciples, failed to overcome the flying sword energy and slammed into the staging ground.

“That, that, that…. that!”

Ultimately, Chung Myung, who couldn’t hold back his anger, began to stagger backwards.

‘No, why would that bastard lose at a time like this!’

‘That stupid bastard!’

‘Come down here if you dare!’

Despite doing his best, it was unfair for Gwak Hee to only receive insults, but that was just the way of the world.

Even if people do the same thing, one will get the cold shoulder if they get the wrong timing,

“Huuuft!”

Chung Myung, who barely managed to get back on his feet, took a deep breath. It seemed to have some effect as his face gradually softened.

“….Right. It’s strange that I’m saying something like this to Sasuk.”

“Y- Yes, Chung Myung. Let’s calm down first! Okay?”

“Next one! We just have to win the next one!”

“No, that’s not it…..”

“Hm?”

“The thirsty one should dig the well! I’m going!”

“Get him!”

“Stop him!”

Mount Hua’s disciples who were nearby swiftly flew at Chung Myung and pressed him down.

“Let go! You won’t let go? I’ll shave all their heads and send them to Shaolin!”

“A- Amitabha. You should ask for Shaolin’s opinion too regarding that…”

“It’s noisy! You can’t even help!”

“…..”

“This rice bug! He eats Mount Hua’s rice that much yet you can’t even go out to the sparring match? Huh? Spit out everything you’ve eaten, you bastard!”

Hye Yeon’s face was filled with injustice.

No, it’s not that he didn’t go out because he didn’t want to, and honestly, how could he, a Shaolin disciple, join in a sparring match between Mount Hua and Wudang?

“Why are you taking your anger out on the monk?”

“He’s useless! Useless! That bald one over there!”

Haaaak!

When Chung Myung overturned his eyes and flipped over, Baek-ah stuck his head out of Chung Myung’s clothes and growled at Hye Yeon.
Hye Yeon, who had become sullen, looked down. Yoon Jong approached and tapped him on the shoulder.

“We don’t think that way, so don’t worry, Monk.”

“…Thank you.”

While Yoon Jong comforted Hye Yeon, Chung Myung’s seizure continued.

“Let go! Aren’t you letting go? I’m going. I’m telling you it will all be solved if I go out there and knock them all off!”

“You said you’d go last, you idiot!”

“If you clumsily won one and come back, nothing will change!”

“Come on, eat sweets, sweets! Hurry!”

Jo-Gol stuffed sweets from somewhere into Chung Myung’s mouth.

Chung Myung savagely chewed the sweets as if it were the heads of Wudangs.

“Ughhh.”

Baek Cheon sighed at the sight of Chung Myung, who still couldn’t calm down even after eating sweets.

‘Losing seven in a row… No, losing eight in a row was a little too much.’

They had done their best after Un Gum’s performance, but defeat was defeat. It was also true that they felt their spirits and confidence draining with each loss.

They confirmed that they weren’t too far from Wudang.

But it was also a moment of clear confirmation that the gap still existed.

‘Wudang…’

Baek Cheon looked at Wudang’s camp with a heavy face.

“It’s still high.”

“I know.”

Baek Cheon and Yoon Jong gazed at Wudang’s camp.

Wudang was certainly a place that deserved to be called the world’s best sword sect.

‘Even if the day comes when our kids catch up with those first-class disciples, there is still a difference in number.’

Not all of Wudang’s first-class disciples are here. Wudang has more than one hundred disciples of first-class disciples alone. That’s an overwhelming number compared to Mount Hua.

Even though Wudang’s second and third-class disciples grow while Mount Hua’s grows up, the power gap will not be easy to overcome.

Besides…

“Even if we overcome them, there are the Elders behind them.”

“…I don’t want to think about it, but it’s kind of awful.”

“Yeah, you can say that again.”

It must be that this is the potential of a prestigious sect. It is not that difficult to surpass one by one. However, even if you surpass one, the prestigious sect will once again block your way like a high mountain.

“But…..”

Baek Cheon’s face was filled with unwavering determination.

“At least, that makes it worth chasing after.”

It’s still much higher.

However, he doesn’t think of it as an insurmountable mountain. The disciples of Mount Hua must have thought the same through these matches.

In the past, Wudang was so high that it was impossible to measure its end, but they confirmed its approximate height through this sparring match. Then, doesn’t that mean they can climb it someday?

‘The biggest harvest of this sparring match is to go back with confidence.’

Baek Cheon smiled quietly.

However, there was one regrettable thing.

“It would be nice if we could see how powerful Wudang’s elders are.”

“It will be difficult. They are not people who easily reveal themselves.”

“That’s right.”

Although there is Heo Sanja, he cannot be considered a true Elder of Wudang Sect. What they wanted to know was not the person in charge of external affair like Heo Sanja, but the power of real Elders dedicated solely to training in the Wudang’s Heart Mountain Valley (심산유곡/The secluded training grounds of Wudang Elders).

‘Although it’s a pity that we missed that one.’

Nevertheless, we still gained other things, so that’s enough.
“Hnggg, those Wudang bastards…….”
“…..”

‘So let’s calm down that mad dog first….’

‘… I’m dying, really.’

—
“Good work.”

“Yes, Elder-nim.”

Heo Sanja nodded loudly as he saw his disciples returning with victory.

Eight times.

After losing the match against Yoo Iseol, they have won all eight times since then. One could say that he achieved eighty percent of what he had planned. However, even as he watched his consecutive victories, Heo Sanja’s face didn’t seem to ease up.

‘We’re definitely winning.’

Then why doesn’t he feel like he’s winning?

Heo Sanja bit his lip and glanced briefly toward Mount Hua.

The disciples of Mount Hua, who were chattering away, did not look like losers in any way. They seemed more like those who had won a great victory.

On the other hand, even though they were winning, the atmosphere of Wudang camp was gradually becoming gloomy.
‘I have to break it…..’

Thinking about the reason why they started this sparring match, this atmosphere should not continue. It is crucial to announce the gap externally, but they had to make Mount Hua realize that Wudang is a high wall that can never be crossed.

To do that…….

Heo Sanja shouted out.

“Heo Gong, hasn’t this guy arrived yet? How can he be so sluggish when the Sect Leader himself has ordered him!”

“You don’t have to be so upset, I’ve already arrived.”

Heo Sanja, who thought Mu Jin had said something, raised his eyes at the voice heard from behind. Looking back, he could see the face of his Saje with a slightly strange expression.

“Sahyung. From the looks of it, you seem to be having a hard time.”

“Why, why are you so late!”

Heo Gong smiled at Heo Sanja’s impatience.

“It’s very unfortunate.”

“…what?”

“Since when has Wudang become so weak? To think that we weren’t able to deal with just one Mount Hua if an Elder doesn’t come forward.”

“This, this guy….”

“Isn’t that right, Sahyung?”