Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 698

“Wasn’t it amazing?”

“You can say that again!”

The faces of those who were talking were flushed with excitement.

Of course, it’s not uncommon for martial artists to compete in Kangho. However, it’s rare to see a competition in broad daylight, where everyone can watch, with the names of their respective sects at stake.

Having witnessed such a rare spectacle, they naturally had much to discuss.

“As expected of Mount Hua’s disciple! The Three Swords of Taehaeng are still well-known in the Northern region!”

“Ei, this guy! What’s so great about Taehaeng Three Swords? They’re nothing compared to the disciples of the main sect!”

“When do we ever get to see the disciples of the main sect? Those people are like immortals living in heaven! Taehaeng Three Swords is still considered great martial artists!”

Ordinary people would have a hard time even seeing the faces of direct disciples of the Ten Great Sect in their lifetime. So a person at the level of Taehaeng Three Swords could pretend to be a martial arts expert in most places.

“With just one swing!”

“Did you see the dazzling sword energy? It seems to be the famous Mount Hua sword energy.”

“Hmm. But it was a little different from what I thought…”

“What do you mean?”

“I heard that Mount Hua’s Plum Blossom Sword Energy swirls like flower petals, but what I saw earlier was more like…”

“Hey, this man! What nonsense are you talking about! Does the Shooting Sun Sword Technique (사일검법(射日劍法)) of Jeomchang really pierce the sun? Just because Haenam’s Long Wind Wave Sword Technique method are said to flood in like waves, would they really make waves?”

The man who scolded him clicked his tongue as if he was pathetic.

“Exaggeration is common in martial arts. In the first place, how could a person swing a sword to create sword energy like flower petals? It’s just a plausible metaphor.”

“Come to think of it, you’re right. That makes sense.”

“That was more than enough to be a flower-like sword energy! After seeing it, I realized how great Mount Hua is. Even if they were just ordinary disciples, to take down three Southern Edge Sect outer disciples with one sword swing! I don’t know, but isn’t it comparable to the famous Mount Hua Divine Dragon or Righteous Sword?”

“Hey! That’s going too far! Are you saying that he’s on the level of Mount Hua Divine Dragon, known as the best rising star in the world, and Righteous Sword, the strongest among Mount Hua’s later generation?”

“Hmm? Uhm… I guess I went a bit too far. Anyway, I’m saying he was great enough to remind people of those names! I’m more curious about why such a person hasn’t been known until now.”

“I agree with that. He was definitely amazing.”

The gathered people were all busy talking about the martial arts display.

“And on top of that, he is a chivalrous martial artist!”

“That’s right! I heard that Mount Hua practiced chivalry in Hebei, but I didn’t know that all the disciples were so chivalrous. No one would have known even if he had just turned a blind eye.”

“That’s why Mount Hua’s name is famous throughout the world, right?”

At that moment, one man turned his head. It was Jin Pyeong.

One of the people who had been talking excitedly asked him with a puzzled expression.

“Why are you so quiet?”

As he was questioned, a slightly nervous expression flickered across Jin Pyeong’s face.

“No, that….”

Having hesitated a little, he opened his mouth a little awkwardly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a face like that in Mount Hua.”

“Hoho. This yangban. You’ve only briefly visited Mount Hua once, do you think you would know all the disciples?”

“No… It’s not that. Doesn’t each sect have something like a default color of clothing, and a default atmosphere?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Don’t prestigious sects use different clothing for inside and outside the sect in the first place? Besides, sects with strong inner disposition like Hwasan allow disciples to wear comfortable casual clothing when they are active outside.”
“That’s true, but…….”

Jin Pyeong nodded reluctantly.

He also didn’t know Mount Hua well, so it was difficult to say exactly the problem. But an inexplicable uneasiness kept bothering him.

“Hngg. Yeah, it’s probably just a feeling.”

“Tsk, tsk. This guy. You should think more instead of talking nonsense. Let’s just say that the chivalrous martial artist happens to be an imposter. Would Mount Hua stay till then?”

Jin Pyeong felt goosebumps run down his spine for a moment.

The back of Mount Hua Divine Dragon, who stomped on someone’s face without hesitation, unfolded vividly before his eyes.

‘Yeah, they wouldn’t if they knew.’

Strong people are scary. But strong and crazy people are even scarier.

“R- Right. It can’t be.”

But what if there really is a problem with that person?

Maybe he will see hell alive then.

* * *

Paaat!

Jo-Gol ran forward with all his might.

His body was lighter than ever.

It was because he used to always pull an iron cart. If he thinks they’re finally resting, that man will beat people up excitedly saying it’s practice or whatnot, and by the time they get used to it, that man will hang up their legs and get mad for no reason…..

‘Thinking about it makes me angry. That bastard!’

Anyway, he had been doing such unbelievable travels, but now there were no carts to pull or loads to carry, and he just had to run with his bare body, so he couldn’t be happier.

But… Now Jo-Gol realized anew.

That the problem wasn’t the heavy loads and the cart, but the fact that he’s traveling with that damn thing itself.

“Heok! Heook! I- I couldn’t go anymore… Heok… Heok!”

“That, that crazy guy…….”

“Hey! Stop! Stop! You son of a beast, stop for a sec!”

Baek Cheon, who was running out of breath, eventually kicked the ground and threw his body forward. Then he grabbed the waist of Chung Myung, who had been running ahead.

“What!”

Chung Myung glared at him with narrowed eyes.

Baek Cheon clenched his teeth and exerted himself.

“I can’t run anymore, you bastard! Are you trying to kill someone?!”

“What, you’re whining after running just a little!”

“You crazy bastard!”

“Huh? Where did Soso go?”

“…She fell behind a while ago so Yoo Samae went to pull her.”

At that comment, Chung Myung stretched his head back and looked behind, clicking his tongue with a face of contempt.

“Tsk. With this weak stamina, how can you guys be of any use!”

“What, this punk?”

“Who has weak stamina?”

“Say that again!”

“Oh my mom! What’s wrong with you guys?”

He criticized them without much thought, but as Baek Cheon, Yoon Jong, and Jo-Gol glared with fierce expressions, Chung Myung flinched slightly.

The three people from Mount Hua could tolerate being told they couldn’t fight, but they couldn’t tolerate being told they had weak stamina. It was an insult to their training.

“Hey, you madman! Even horses don’t run this hard!”

“Of course they don’t! How can a martial artist not be able to run harder than a horse?”

“…Huh?”

It seemed to make sense when he heard it.

When the speechless Jo-Gol turned around asking for help, Baek Cheon sighed deeply.

Why does this guy think less and less as the day goes by?

“If we keep going like this, we’ll collapse before we even arrive at Gangseo. Then we’ll be even more delayed! I know you’re in a hurry, but calm down, you bastard!”

“Do I look like I can calm down now?”

Just as Chung Myung was about to say something, Yoo Iseol, who carried Tang Soso on her back, came running from behind. She quickly arrived in front of them and carefully put Tang Soso down on the ground.

“Ugh… this… this damned Sahyung… this…”

Looking at Tang Soso who’s holding a needle tightly in her hand, Yoon Jong shivered and rubbed his arm.

“Look, even Soso can’t stand it.”

“Tsk, tsk. The Tang Family is done fo-…”

“What, you damn bastard…. Ah, I’m dizzy…”

Flop.

Everyone fell silent as they watched Tang Soso collapse again.

‘… She’s also getting rougher as the day goes by.’

‘She’s unconscious but still holding the needle.’

Watching the still unconscious Tang Soso, Baek Cheon asked Chung Myung.

“Why are you in such a hurry? It’s not like they heard of us and are running away.”

“Yes, and according to Buntaju, he hasn’t caused any accidents so far, right? If he was going to cause an accident, he would have done it already.”

Yoon Jong chimed in. Then Chung Myung grinned.

“Sasuk and Sahyung are lucky.”

“…why?”

“Because they can live without thinking.”

“….”

Chung Myung’s face was distorted in an instant.

“Then, damn it, do scammers give a warning before they scam, show all the signs of a scam, and then scam? Scammers are the most normal people in the world until just before they scam!”

‘Uh… That’s true, too.’

“Waiting for them to scam is too late! Looking at what this bastard is doing, he’s definitely on standby to mess something up!”

“No, how can you…….”

At that moment Jo-Gol raised his arm quickly.

“On this topic only, I think we can trust Chung Myung’s words a hundred percent!”

“Huh? How come?”

“Don’t similar types recognize each other? If a person looks like a scammer to that bastard, then he’s a scammer.”

“Your argument… makes sense!”

Just as Baek Cheon was thrilled by the answer, Jo-Gol, who Chung Myung kicked, screamed and fell away.

“I’ll beat you!”

“Saying you’ll beat him after beating him is a bit….”

Chung Myung looked at Baek Cheon.

“Anyway, I have a feeling this bastard is already up to something. Do you think I’ve only seen one or two of these guys? I won’t be scammed again in my life!”
“……When have you ever got scammed?”

“You don’t need to know!”

Chung Myung turned his eyes toward Gangseo. And he said.

“It smells I’m telling you, it smells…….”

“If so, wash a little……”

“Aaaargh!”

Chung Myung suppressed his anger and spat out one word at a time.

“One hour! Just one hour to rest. After that, we’ll run to Gangseo without resting, so keep that in mind! If you fall behind, I’ll leave you!”

Baek Cheon couldn’t help but sigh.

‘Scammer or whatever, I’m gonna die by him first.’

* * *

“Ugh.”

“I got hit… too hard.”

“That damned guy……”

The sun had completely set, and darkness had fallen. The Three Sword of Taehaeng tended to their wounds inside a small temple in the mountains.

As they wrapped bandages around their torn flesh, they gritted their teeth as if they couldn’t hold back their anger.

“Do we have to leave that guy alone?”

“It feels like I’m going to die of pain, Daehyung.”

“Be quiet!”

Gwa Hyukso, the oldest of the Three Swords of Taehaeng, glared fiercely at his two younger brothers. Startled by his gaze, the two people quickly shrank their necks.
“No, it’s not that……”

“But this is a little too much.”

“Tsk.”

Gwa Hyukso clicked his tongue and looked down at his shoulder. Looking at his shoulder which was bruised red, it was evident that the pain also afflicted him.

“That damned bastard……”

Then, the three of them were fueling their anger toward Jin Yanggeon.

Tung!

There was a knock on the door. The faces of the three hardened in an instant.

However, they didn’t even have time to react as the door to the small temple swung wide open.

“You….”

“You, you bastard!”

The anger on the faces of the Taehaeng Three Swords flared up like wildfire when they saw the person standing in front of the small temple.

It was Jin Yanggeon, who had just fought with them.

Jin Yanggeon entered the small temple, flapping the hem of his white robe.

The tension in the air rose as if something was about to explode at any moment.

And at that moment.

“Hey, you bastard! You didn’t say you would hit so hard!”

Jin Yanggeon smiled as Ma Wiryang, the second of the Three Swords of Taehaeng, shouted angrily.

“Haha. That’s right. But thanks to that, didn’t everyone fall for it so wonderfully!”

Jin Yanggeon’s face was full of self-satisfaction.