Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 733

A valley deep in Mount Hua.

The sight of the small waterfall pouring down refreshingly seemed to cleanse the viewer’s heart just by observing it.

The spectacle of water spray scattering gently into the air around the waterfall was indeed a sight to behold.

Under the breaking sun, bubbles bubbled up to the swaying water surface. It was truly nature itself, yet also dynamic, a spectacle well-suited to the Mount Hua sect……

“Ppuaaaatt!”

At that time, something round rose to the surface of the water.

“Huuk! Huuk! Huuk! I- I’m gonna die at this rate…!”

Tttaaaaakkk!

… Kkorok.

At the same time as the cheerful sound, the soaring head sank back into the water with a splash.

Hyun Young shook the stick in his hand lightly and shook his head.

“Oho. Why do you keep coming up as if you’re having a hard time?”

“Puahahahat!”

Ttaaaaak!

Kureureuk.

The head that rose above the surface was slapped down by Hyun Young and sank again, repeating the process.

“Eh, tsk, tsk. You can’t even stand at this angle!”

Hyun Young clicked his tongue and turned his gaze to the side.

“How are we going to accomplish big things at this rate? Don’t you think so, Chung Myung?”

“Of course, Elder-nim! Hehe.”

Sitting on a nearby rock, Chung Myung giggled in agreement.

He was looking at the calm water surface where bubbles occasionally rose. It was a peaceful scene as if the Elder and the disciple were enjoying playing in the water.
But that’s just the outside story. Under the water’s surface, it was literally hell.

‘I’m going to die! This is really going to kill me!’

Air bubbles leaked out of Baek Cheon’s nose and mouth.

“Keueup!”

With bloodshot eyes, he clenched his teeth desperately and looked to the side. His Saje were wielding their swords to death in a similar way.

‘This is insane.’

Training?

Of course, it can be done. No, it’s a matter of course. What’s so great about a swordsman swinging a sword for training?

Baek Cheon is close to a training enthusiast. The mindset of ‘People can do anything when they are rolled enough’ transplanted from Chung Myung has instilled a valuable view in Baek Cheon that ‘It is faster to go through a mountain in front of you than to go around it’.
So normally, Baek Cheon wouldn’t refuse training. Even if it’s a bit too much, if he can reach his goal quickly, he would rather be happy and take the initiative.
However.

‘That’s the story outside the water!’

Why on earth are we training underwater, we’re not even Eighteen Fortress of the Yangtze River (장강수로십팔채(長江水路十八砦))!

Right. That’s indeed right!

You can train underwater. Because you never know what’s going to happen in Kangho. Who knows? Maybe a series of coincidences could lead to a situation where you have to fight with a sword underwater.

But no matter how positive he tried to think, it’s hard to see this as training.
What kind of training is it to tie heavy stones to your feet and swing a sword underwater! It’s just torture!

At least the other disciples could breathe and resurface even if they were humiliated and beaten up, but the eldest disciple, Baek Cheon, could not even get to the surface before the other disciples.
Thanks to this, he’s been suffering since the start of training, literally unable to breathe.

‘I can’t, I can’t stand this anymore……’

Just as his eyes were about to flip over, fortunately, someone else who thought the same as him appeared first.

“Euueuup!”

Jo-Gol’s cheeks, which were swinging his sword next to him, swelled to the point of bursting. Air bubbles began to burst from his mouth and he quickly started to rise to the surface.
‘Gol!’

Baek Cheon looked at him with sad eyes.

After swimming toward the surface at a formidable speed, Jo-Gol soon soared out of the water like a dragon ascending to the sky.

And then……

Ttaaaak!

With an impressive hit sound loud enough to be heard even underwater, his body fell back down.

Splash.

The body that had sunk briefly down floated up again.

Just his back floating around would have been ridiculous if seen from the outside. But from underwater, there was no fear other than that. The sight of Jo-Gol, who fainted with his eyes open, drifting with the current, looked like a water ghost watching over them.
‘I can’t. I have to hold on.’

‘If I go up, I’ll end up like that. I have to somehow hold on…….’

Kkorok.

‘Huh?’

At the strange sound coming from the side, he hurriedly turned his head and saw Jong Hwe, who had been swinging his sword next to him, blowing bubbles of air and rolling his eyes.

Baek Cheon was surprised and cut off the stone tied to his ankle. Then Jong Hwe began to move towards the water’s surface. He wasn’t swimming up, he was floating up.
After failing to hold out and eventually passing out, Jong Hwe reached the surface of the water and began to float around Jo-Gol.

You’ll die if you hold on, you’ll die if you go up.

Back Cheon, who couldn’t do this or that due to this stifling and suffocating situation, quickly covered his mouth.

“Kkeup….”

Kkurururuk!

Water began to pour into his mouth, which had no more air to exhale. e started to gag while covering his mouth with both hands.

‘I- I can’t….’

‘I can’t hold on anymore……’

Kung!

Then, a sound of kicking came from the front. Hyun Sang, who was demonstrating his swordsmanship, was pointing upwards with his fingers.

‘Euaaaaap!’

Thinking he was saved, Baek Cheon began swimming madly upwards. However, because of the stone tied to his ankle, no matter how much he swung his arms and legs, he couldn’t gain speed as he wanted.

“Kkeueup! Kkeueup! Kkeup!”

Water was filling his nose and mouth and his heart felt like it was about to burst. He felt as if his vision was fading away every moment.

‘Euuaaaaaa!’

It was the moment when Baek Cheon, who struggled to reach the surface of the water, clenched his teeth and tried to spring upwards. Someone grabbed him by the waist below.

‘Huh?’

Then, that someone pressed down on his shoulder and head, climbed over him, and soon, stepping on his face, shot upwards.

Cough…

Back Cheon, who was attacked by surprise, sank slowly down, overshadowing his desperate ascend, and gulped down water in shock.

‘Yoon…’

The increasingly blurred figure of the culprit hurriedly floating to the water’s surface came clearly into his fading vision.

‘Yoon Jong….’

Cough.

“Puhaaaaaaaaaah! Huuk! Huuk! Huuk! Huuk!”

“Puhahahahat! Uwaeeeek! Uwaeek!”

Those who came out of the water were desperately gasping for breath and vomiting out the water they had swallowed.

“Hueeekk! Heek! Heek!”

“G- Gol-ah! Gol-ah, open your eyes! Are you okay, Gol-ah?

“Jong Hweeeee! Jong Hwe! You can’t diiieeeeeee!”
Those who barely came to their senses grabbed their Sahyung who was drifting away unconscious.

And they somehow managed to reach the shore by swimming. Like limp seaweeds, they came out one by one and flopped down on the ground.

“Kureureureuk.”

“Uu…waeeekk. Uuuwaa….”

The sight of them just barely turning their heads to the side and vomiting out the water would have brought tears to anyone’s eyes.

‘I feel like dying.’

Clearwater leaked from Yoon Jong’s mouth, which was staring blankly at the sky.
‘I really feel like dying.’

He had been through tough training countless times before. The training that the damned Chung Myung guy makes them do always pushes a person’s willpower and stamina to the limit.

But this was different.

Chung Myung’s training still had break even if it’s hard. Of course, it is really painful that they have to continue the training that they can stop with their own will and complete it to the end, but anyway, it is a training that they have time to rest for a while.

But this was not it.

Performing the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique while circulating internal strength underwater was not something a human could do. The breath quickly fills up to the throat, and the arms and legs become extremely heavy. The most painful thing was that there was no place to run away because of Hyun Jong and Hyun Young who were watching them above the water surface.

“How, how am I supposed to do this……”

“Yoon Jooooong.”

“Huh?”

At that moment, Yoon Jong slightly lifted his heavy head at the sound of the voice he heard.

Then Chung Myung with a demon-like face……. No, Baek Cheon…….

‘Huh?’

‘Sasuk?’

Kwaaak!

Baek Cheon, who rushed in like lightning, lunged at Yoon Jong, grabbed his neck, and shook it violently.

“Keek! Sa- Sasuk, why- why all of a sudden!”

“Come! I will kill you and die today!”

“Keek! Kek! Kek! Sa- Sasuk! Neck! My neck!”

Yoon Jong’s face soon turned blue as he was choked to the point where foam bubbled up from the mouth he was vomiting water out of. Yoon Jong desperately shook Baek Cheon’s hand off his neck and screamed.

“N- No. Why are you doing this?!”

“Why? You’re asking me why? You son of a beast! You stepped on your Sasuk’s face and climbed up but why? You ask whyyyyy?”

“M- Me?”

Yoon Jong spoke with a puzzled expression.

“I’ve never done such a thing……”

“Do you remember when you came up from the water?”

“Uh… Come to think of it… I can’t remember well……”

Baek Cheon smiled pleasedly.

“You can’t remember?”

“Yes, my memory is quite fuzzy…”

“Is that so. Then it’s fine. Even if the memory doesn’t come out, I’ll erase it very cleanly for you!”

Baek Cheon’s fist neatly turned Yoon Jong’s chin.

“Kuack!”

When Yoon Jong flapped like a frog, Baek Cheon climbed on top of him and started throwing punches.

“That’s why they said the quietest cat climbs onto the roof the fastest! You did something even Geol wouldn’t do? Die! You’re dead, you son of a beast!”

“Aarghh! Sasuk! Argh! Spare me! Ugh!”

At that loud scream, Jo-Gol, who had been unconscious, opened his eyes with a gasp. He blinked for a moment, unable to gather his thoughts, then looked at Baek Cheon, who was beating (?) Yoon Jong, and weakly raised his hand.

Chok.

And he raised his thumb cleanly. It was a truly warm sight, openly rejoicing in the misfortune of his Sahyung.

“Stop! Ah! Can’t you stop?!”

Then Baek Cheon flinched and stopped at the voice. The fist that flashed in the air seemed to be trembling as if he still had regrets.

Yoon Jong didn’t miss the opportunity and cried out desperately.

“Elder-nim, Sasuk is……!”

“Aihh!”

Ppaaaaak!

Baek Cheon, who eventually sent Yoon Jong far with a final blow, stood up while still seeming unsatisfied and grumbled.

If Jo-Gol or Chung Myung had stepped on him, he wouldn’t be angry. They’re such a person anyway. But he had firmly believed Yoon Jong in his heart!
‘There’s not a single trustworthy person in this sect!’
They said one’s nature comes out in times of crisis!

Hyun Young once again clicked his tongue with a displeased face.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You pathetic people. They’re panting just from doing a little of that.”

Mount Hua’s disciples were stunned and looked at Hyun Young.

“When I was in my prime, I swung my sword for at least two hours each time even in the water.”

Elder-nim… We’ll die if we do that ….

“No matter how well you swing the sword, if you don’t have solid internal strength, it will become nothing more than a random technique! Random technique! When you can’t breathe and can only endure with internal strength, the extent of how steadily you’ve been training your internal strength will show!”

Hyun Young’s gaze was sharply fixed on one spot.

“The guy who only focused on sword-wielding techniques and neglected the most basic internal strength training!”

Clearwater gushed out of Jo-Gol’s mouth.

“The guy who was desperate to live and climbed up by grabbing onto anyone and anything.”

“…Cough.”

Yoon Jong, who regained consciousness, patted his bluish eyes awkwardly.

“The guy who usually pretends to be proud of everything, but then throws a punch just because his Sajil dragged his feet a bit!”

“….”

Hyun Young glanced through the remaining people and sighed.

“The rest can’t even do that! Not even that!”

All of Mount Hua’s disciples shrank their necks in unison.

“I trusted you so much that you went around with such a rotten mind and so arrogantly!”

Hyun Sang smiled and looked at Hyun Young.

‘Good job, my Saje.’

‘Well done. More, more!’

“What did you say? you want me to test your qualifications to learn the Violet Mist Divine Art?”

Hyun Young chuckled coldly.

“Sure. I’ll look deep into your bones. What are you doing standing there? If you’ve rested enough, go back in again.”

“Huh?”

“Again?”

“Why? Should I push you in with my own hands?”

Hyun Young slapped the floor with the stick in her hand.

“I’m saying this in advance, passing out because you can’t endure is fine. Passing out from getting hit is also fine. However!”

Hyun Young’s eyes sparkled.

“Those who say they give up with their own mouths should be prepared! If you’re curious, go ahead and try it!”

“….”

“These punk! Aren’t you getting in there right now?”

When Hyun Young charged at the disciples with his stick, everyone hastily got up from their seats and ran towards the water.

“Hiiiik!”

“I- I’m going! I’m going!”

“Moooom!”

Splash! Splash!

Watching them going back into the water until the last one, Hyun Young stroked his beard. A smile was hanging on the corner of her mouth.

“I’ve always wanted to try this training once. Hehehehe.”

On the other hand, Chung Myung’s hair was wet with cold sweat as he watched the scene from behind.

He couldn’t erase the thought that he might have unwrapped a package that shouldn’t be unwrapped……

Hehe.
Hehehehe.