Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 644
“Let’s go back.”
Heo Sanja turned around without further ado. He didn’t even wait for his disciples’ answers. The coldness was seeping through his footsteps.
It was not an action that a leader should take in a situation where Heo Gong had not yet regained consciousness, but none of Wudang’s disciples blamed him for such behavior.
Mu Jin sighed as he watched Heo Sanja walking away in the distance.
“Carry Elder-nim. We’ll return to Wudang Sect.”
“Yes.”
Then he looked around at the still-shocked Saje and opened his mouth with a sigh.
“Don’t forget what the Elder of Mount Hua said a moment ago.”
“…….”
“The true winner will be the one who gains more from this battle. Although the match ended in our loss, we don’t have to be ashamed if we are able to gain something truly valuable from it.”
“…Yes.”
“Just….”
Mu Jin closed his eyes.
“It just occurred to me that we have been missing so much. We thought of ‘the best Sword Sect in the world’ reputation as our strength, even though we weren’t the ones who earned it.”
At the word, Wudang’s disciples nodded in unison. Mu Jin’s words certainly hit them in the right spot.
“Let’s start again. From the beginning. The disciples of other sects who are younger than us are working so hard. We can’t afford to show ourselves in a shameful light.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I’ll try harder.”
“Right, let’s just do so.”
Mu Jin nodded softly.
As if his words were comforting, everyone began to move in search of something to do. However, Mu Jin’s heart was actually heavier than before.
Wudang’s disciples learned a lesson from this sparring match.
But will Sect Leader and the Elders humbly accept the results as they did?
‘That’s unlikely.’
They have a future, but Sect Leader and the Elders have only the present.
Looking at it from the other perspective, Mu Jin didn’t want to be evaluated as someone who brought shame to the sect and handed over the title of best sect and best sword sect of the world to Mount Hua Sect.
‘Perhaps this sparring match will change things more than I thought.”
The change is likely to be in Mu Jin’s unwanted direction, but he didn’t have the power to stop it. All he could do was hope that the heads of the sects would not make the wrong decision.
“Wait a minute.”
Mu Jin spoke to the other disciples and then began to move toward Mount Hua as if he had made up his mind.
“This crazy guy!”
“You ridiculous bastard!”
“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe he actually beat Wudang’s Elder.…!”
“How far are you going to go, this bastard!”
The hands of the Sahyung poured out to the head of the returning Chung Myung.
Toktoktok! Toktoktoktok!
The dust on Chung Myung’s head rose up faintly. But Mount Hua’s disciples, regardless of that fact, patted his head with excitement.
“Hahaha.”
Chung Myung sticks out his stomach and boasts.
“What’s so great about it? This much is nothing…”
Toktoktok! Toktoktoktok!
“This, this much…….”
Kwangkwangkwang! Kwangkwangkwangkwang!
“No, these bastards, see how they act!”
“Run!”
“You quick-witted punk!”
The disciples of Mount Hua, who were hitting Chung Myung’s head with this excuse, started running away as soon as he overturned his eyes and looked around.
Holding Chung Myung’s arm as soon as possible, Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol clenched their teeth and laughed.
“Chung Myung-ah. Wudang guys are watching.”
“Calm down.”
“No! These people!”
“They’re doing it because they’re happy for you, you know. They’re happy for you.”
“You understand them a bit.”
“Ugh…”
Chung Myung gritted his teeth in frustration. Yoon Jong shook his head as he looked down at him, who was struggling with anger.
‘Anyway, he’s a really great guy.’
It wasn’t necessarily because he had defeated Wudang’s elder.
Perhaps from the moment he heard the word “Sparring Match,” this image had been painted in Chung Myung’s head. Haven’t they seen Chung Myung’s behavior, which seemed thoughtless, bring immense benefits to Mount Hua several times already?
‘This guy and Mount Hua’s reputation will be even greater.’
This victory in this sparring match is not Chung Myung’s greatest achievement. In fact, compared to conquering the North Sea and eliminating the remnants of the Magyo, today’s victory is nothing.
But that’s just Mount Hua’s perspective.
From Jungwon’s perspective, Chung Myung’s actions in the far-off North Sea don’t resonate with them. In reality, what they did in the North Sea did not even spread a proper rumor in Jungwon.
Conquering Daebyeolchae and stabilizing Nokrim is an achievement that cannot be compared to this battle against Wudang.
After today, Chung Myung’s performance and Mount Hua’s reputation will spread like wildfire and echo worldwide.
“In the end, he got everything he wanted. That damn guy…”
“That’s right.”
Back Cheon and YoonJong shook their heads simultaneously as Chung Myung got surrounded by the disciples again.
“Hahat! It’s not like I did anything great.”
“No. Great things are great things!”
“What are you, for real!”
Mount Hua’s disciples were still looking at Chung Myung with incredulous eyes. They knew he was strong, but how can they know how much it is?
But after watching Chung Myung’s performance today, it became clear. This guy is truly beyond common sense.
“Well, don’t exaggerate.”
Chung Myung listened to the continuous pouring of praise and twitched his ears a little casually.
“I won once too, and others have won too. It’s the same level of accomplishment.”
“…How is that the same?”
“Is there something wrong with your head?”
“Also….”
Chung Myung said, looking back at everyone.
“Even those who lost today did well.”
“…….”
“Elder-nim said so too. In this sparring match, the winner is determined by what they gained. It’s the same in this case. Losing in the match doesn’t mean you lose. If you can become stronger through that loss, then that’s a victory.”
The disciples nodded quietly with a calmer faces.
Chung Myung giggled at the sight.
“How was it? Now that you’ve fought, it wasn’t that big of a deal, was it?”
“…It’s not that it wasn’t a big deal, but.”
Gwak Hee stepped out awkwardly. Then Baek Sang, who had been listening to Chung Myung’s words, nodded his head and spoke up.
“Although they’re still up there, I feel like they’re not trees that we can’t climb.”
Chung Myung smiled brightly at his words.
“Yes, that will do.”
That’s enough for now.
Mount Hua’s disciples who performed today’s matches will no longer feel Wudang as a presence on the high cloud. Wudang is still above them, but they will now consider them people they can reach if they stretch their hands.
That was the biggest achievement that Mount Hua gained in this sparring match.
It was then.
“Sasuk!”
“Instructor-nim!”
Chung Myung turned his head to the noise coming from behind his back. Suddenly, he saw Un Gum, who had recovered and was now being supported by the disciples.
Chung Myung’s eyes were completely distorted.
“What are you doing moving around like something big happened? Just lie down, would you? Is your back hurting or something?”
Un Gum chuckled in response.
“I can’t just lie down and watch when my disciple did so well, can I?”
“This is not a big deal.”
Chung Myung waved his hand as if it were really insignificant.
“He’s just the youngest among the Elders. There are still yangban ghosts overflowing in Wudang. We are still far from breaking those yangbans.”
“Hahaha.”
Un Gum laughed as if he couldn’t help it.
He instilled confidence in the disciples while guarding against their arrogance. That was originally the role of Un Gum.
When one person leaves their position, naturally others take their place.
Right, that’s what the sect is all about.
“Chung Myung-ah.”
“Yes.”
“You did a great job.”
“…….”
Chung Myung, who saw Un Gum’s eyes, turned his head as if he was about to say something, but he quickly turned his head with a self-deprecating face and mumbled.
“I didn’t do much…”
Tok!
But Hyun Young, who approached unnoticed, grabbed his head and shook it vigorously.
“You! You little monster!”
“Argh! It hurts!”
“Now he’s even defeated an Elder! He might even catch a dragon if we let him be for a bit longer!”
‘I’ve caught something similar already.’
‘This is meaningless to say, right?’
“Gosh. This time, it’s so ridiculous that it doesn’t even feel good.”
“Is it not because we didn’t earn money from this?”
“Huh……?”
Chung Myung flinched a little as he looked at Hyun Young, who seemed shocked and was staring blankly with his mouth open.
‘Did I get it right?’
‘I’m getting goosebumps.’
“Come on!”
Hyun Sang, who walked to the center, lightly clapped his hands to refresh the atmosphere.
“I understand how you feel, but not here. There are many eyes watching us, and isn’t Wudang still over there?”
“Oh, well, then shouldn’t we make it more obvious how pleased we are?”
“…….”
“……No, because you say Wudang is still over there.”
‘What’s wrong with this guy’s personality? Did he give away his personality as a sacrifice in exchange for martial arts skills?’
Hyun Sang, who was looking at Chung Myung with trembling eyes, coughed loudly.
“Let’s finish the conversation at the inn. Clean up and let’s go for now.”
“Yes, Elder-nim!”
“Understood!”
As soon as the order was given, Mount Hua’s disciples tidied up. Chung Myung who got flustered moved to follow them.
“Huh? Someone’s coming?”
“……It’s Mu Jin Daehyeop.”
“Why is he coming?”
But Mount Hua’s disciples frowned upon seeing Mu Jin approaching them. They felt uneasy as one who didn’t participate in today’s match came towards them.
‘Is he trying to pick a fight?’
‘I don’t know.’
Mu Jin, who arrived right in front of Mount Hua’s camp at everyone’s gaze, lightly clasped his hand and stared at one person.
“Dojang.”
“Yes?”
“Can I talk to you for a moment?”
“Me?”
“Yes, Dojang.”
Chung Myung tilted his head.
“Do we even have anything to talk about? It might be a different story if you’re looking for a swordfight.”
“…….”
“Why? If you’re itching to fight, I can give you a fight.”
“…It’s not that…”
Mu Jin sighed deeply. The last match was so powerful that he momentarily forgot that Chung Myung was this kind of person.
“I have something I want to ask for advice on.”
“Hmm.”
Chung Myung nodded coolly.
“Well, okay. Let’s go that way.”
“Yes.”
As Mu Jin turned his body first and headed towards a corner, Chung Myung shrugged his shoulders and followed him. No, he tried to follow him.
If someone didn’t call out to Chung Myung to stop him, he would have done so.
“Chung Myung-ah.”
“Yes?”
Baek Cheon smiled widely and looked at him.
“Leave the sword before you go.”
“…….”
Chung Myung’s face twisted in confusion.
“Why? Do you think I’m going to use my sword now?”
“Yeah, I know you won’t. I got it, so leave it before you go.”
“No, but!”
“Chung Myung-ah.”
Un Gum nodded with a kind smile next to him.
“Leave it.”
“…….”
He had no allies here to begin with.
“……why do I have to leave my sword behind….”
“Oh, that’s enough. Don’t ask.”
Mu Jin laughed bitterly at Chung Myung.
‘He’s really something.’
Kangho is a world dominated by martial arts after all. The strong are bound to be treated higher. However, Chung Myung, who defeated Wudang’s Elder, did not seem to be feared or cautioned against in Mount Hua.
Mu Jin is well aware of how difficult this is.
For example, Heo Gong is a person who hated formality and etiquette as well, but let alone gathering around him, everyone did not even view him with respect.
He first met The Chung Myung and the current Chung Myung seemed different. Maybe Chung Myung has changed, or if not, then the differences that were not visible before may now be visible due to changes in Mu Jin himself.
“So what?”
“Ah…….”
Mu Jin hesitated for a moment before calmly opening his mouth.
“I have something I want to ask Dojang.”
“Yes, please tell me. I can’t teach people, but I’ll try to answer well. There’s also the things I did to you back then.”
“…… that cloth you used to cover your face back then left quite an impression.”
In the first place, seeing Chung Myung shamelessly mention it without any intention of hiding made Mu Jin couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Dojang.”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t Dojang in the lowest generation in Mount Hua?”
“Are you disregarding me now?”
“…That’s not it.”
‘Why does this guy take everything so badly?’
Mu Jin, who coughed a couple of times, spoke before any further misunderstandings could arise.
“I know that Wudang and Mount Hua are different, but I still want to ask. What should someone with low status and position do when they have a different opinion from the higher rank people?”
“What?”
His voice was as serious as ever.
“When the rightness I believe in differs from that of the Elders, I don’t know what a disciple should do.”
Chung Myung squinted slightly.
“Hmm, I don’t know why you’re asking me that.”
“……Yes, It’s understandable.”
“Don’t you already know the answer?”
Chung Myung said, looking straight into Mu Jin’s eye.
“People already know the answer to most questions. They just pretend they don’t know because they don’t dare to take action.”
“…….”
“Don’t ask others, ask yourself. That’s all I can say.”
Mu Jin raises his head and looks up at the sky.
After staring at the drifting clouds for a while, he lowered his head and thanked Chung Myung politely.
“Thank you, Dojang.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“I hope we have a chance to exchange sword strikes with Dojang next time. For now…… Yes, you don’t have a sword for now.”
“Tsk.”
“Then.”
Mu Jin bowed again and turned around. His steps towards where Wudang’s disciples seemed lighter than when he had come this way.
Chung Myung, who stared at his back, soon smirked.
Mu Jin is young.
Those who are willing to change and have passion in their hearts have the right to be called young, no matter their age.
There are certainly limits to what one can do alone, but as long as there are those who question themselves, like Mu Jin, Wudang will not simply stay in the present.
‘I’m reminded of someone when watching him.’
I wonder how he’s doing?
I Songbaek.
Chung Myung, who thought of him momentarily, silently scratched his head and turned his body.
He had achieved all his objectives for coming out to Kangho this time.
‘Now, it’s time to go back.’
Before Hyun Jong, who is left in Mount Hua, sheds tears over his loneliness.
‘But I’m sure he’ll be happy since I’m carrying quite a good present.’
There was a pleasant smile on Chung Myung’s lips, who ran towards Mount Hua’s disciples.