Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 736

Uuuuuung.

A river-like internal strength flows through the physical body.

The world’s cleanest, clear, and pure inner energy flows through the main meridian, spreads to the eight extraordinary meridians, and finally begins to fill all the thin meridians of the whole body without leaving a single one.

“Huu.”

Breathe in, breathe out.

The process of cultivating meditating (운기토납), inhaling the external energy through breath, transforming it into one’s own appropriate internal strength suitable for one’s martial art.

The internal strength of filling Chung Myung’s body circulated on the flow of the Violet Mist Divine Art and whirled around his body. The unmistakably clear energy built up through the Six Combination Art (육합공(六合功)) and the external energy absorbed through the Chaos Origin Pill and Jasodan.

Even though they had been constantly purified until now, they had not yet been completely mixed, and the energy that had been divided into three branches began to be absorbed little by little by the flow of Violet Mist (자하(紫霞)).

At first, it was the same flow as a small stream.

However, it was so clear and pure that it seemed to purify all the turbidity of the body and lead Chung Myung to a higher level, just by letting it flow through his body.

One round, and another round.

Every time the internal strength runs through his body, the stream swells more and more. Soon, the energy that turned into a large river flowed proudly.

This violet river will grow even larger in the future. Someday, it will become a great river, and eventually, it will become a great ocean. Eventually, it will spread out to the whole world like a violet sunset that dyes the sky.

“Huu.”

Finally, Chung Myung, who finished his meditation, breathed deeply. His expression was slightly strange as he wiped his face drenched in sweat.

“This is… Really amazing.”

He glanced upwards.

“No, have you been cultivating this good thing alone so far? Where did you sell your conscience!”

– Hey, you bastard! I’ve been trying to teach you that! Oh! Seriously….!

“Oh, so noisy.”

Chung Myung, who waved his hands, propped his chin and fell into contemplation.
‘I should have cultivated it long ago.’
The Violet Mist Divine Art (자하신공(紫霞神功)) is indeed extraordinary.

It is a divine skill that can yield at least twice the efficiency of the Violet Mist Technique that bestowed him the title of Plum Blossom Sword Sovereign in the past. It was certainly worth being placed for the position of the world’s best divine art.

It is said that Shaolin’s Scripture of Reversing Muscles and Cleansing Marrow (역근세수경(易筋洗隨經)), Wudang’s Supreme Clear Tai Chi Divine Art (상청태극신공(上淸太極神功)), and Dual Energies Limitless Divine Art (양의무극신공(兩儀無極神功)) compete for the best art in the world, but it was clear that this Violet Mist Divine Art would not be left behind by the divine art from the two sect.

“Hngg. The problem is…”

Chung Myung scratched his head and sighed deeply.

Every martial art has its own characteristics (특색(特色)).

This is too obvious. A divine art that represents a sect is bound to have the characteristics most suitable for unfolding the martial art of that sect.

Naturally, the Violet Mist Divine Art also takes on the most suitable form for unfolding Mount Hua’s martial arts. If Mount Hua’s disciples change the divine art they are learning to the Violet Mist Divine Art, they will be able to become at least twice as strong. Regardless of its proficiency.

That’s how great a martial art Violet Mist Divine Art is. It even made one wonder if such powerful divine art could be used without limitation.

The problem was with Chung Myung, not the Violet Mist Divine Art.

“Ah, this is a pity.”

Chung Myung’s internal strength is made up of the clearest energy in the world. Although it is not completely clean yet because it has not merged all the energy of the Chaos Origin Pill and Jasodan, he’s still gradually increasing the amount of the clearest internal strength even now.

Merging all this energy as one with Violet Mist Divine Art?
“I would become absurdly strong immediately.”

By unifying (합일(合一)) internal strengths that cannot mix with each other, they can be fully utilized. Moreover, the efficiency of operating them through Violet Mist Divine Art doesn’t even need explanation.
However, if that happens, the color (색(色)) will inevitably seep into Chung Myung’s internal strength. This means that his internal strength, which has the characteristic of purity (청정(淸淨)), would inevitably become ordinary beyond a certain level.

“Ugh… Is this how it works?”

There hasn’t been any particular problem so far.

Chung Myung was able to suppress them when it comes to techniques like Plum Blossom Art, Seven Stars Art, and Six Combo Art (육합공(六合功)), whose operations are not complicated. Therefore, while performing these martial art, he was able to maintain the unique characteristics of his internal strength.

However, Violet Mist Divine Art is different from those martial arts. Even if it is Chung Myung, it is difficult to maintain the power and purity of his internal strength at the same time. In the end, he had to choose one.

‘What should I do?’

Chung Myung was left in deep thought, stroking his chin.

If he continued to increase the mastery (화후(火候)) of Violet Mist Divine Art as it is, his internal strength would eventually be entirely dyed with the color of Violet Mist Divine Art.

Of course, this is not a bad thing either. In the past, Chung Myung gained the nickname of Plum Blossom Sword Sovereign making use of Violet Mist Technique, and rose to the position of the world’s number one sword. Considering the Violet Mist Divine Art, his experiences so far, and the foundation that is built incomparably more massive than before, he could be at least twice as strong as before.

‘Twice as strong as Plum Blossom Sword Sovereign.’

This is a state that the past Chung Myung couldn’t even imagine. It was clear proof that what he had done since his reincarnation was not wrong. So, it could be said to be a more than satisfying result.

It’s just…

“But the problem is that I wouldn’t be able to defeat Heavenly Demon.”

Chung Myung’s face twisted violently.

The damned son of a beast was the root of all the trouble. Even if he became twice as strong, he couldn’t deal with Heavenly Demon. Because that bastard wasn’t human.

‘What should I do?’

If he continues to master Violet Mist Divine Art as it is, he can become stronger steadily. This is laying a foundation. He would definitely be at least twice as strong as before, and depending on his efforts, he could aim for more.

But… What if he goes in a direction that can fully utilize both Violet Mist Divine Art and the characteristics of his internal strength?

Essentially, it is a matter of removing the foundation.

If he is not careful, he might lose all the advantages of Violet Mist Divine Art. If his luck is bad, he may not be able to regain even the level he had reached in the past. That’s the law of a broken martial art.

But….

“As long as I succeed….”

It is literally a dream state.

It could be a clue to catch the shadow of Heavenly Demons, that is too far and daunting to even dare to hope for.

“Hnggg. It’s either a big hit or a total loss…”

Chung Myung ruffled his messy hair with a frustrated touch.

“Ah, damn it! Why is it so complicated? If you get a good martial art, you just have to learn it and grow stronger, why is there so much to think about!”

Chung Myung, who was tormenting his hair to the point of plucking it out, soon fell sideways in a meditating posture.

Plop.

“Ugh.”

Lying on his side with his arms folded, Chung Myung grinned as he watched the air blankly.

“I’ve grown a lot, too.”

To think he described twice the strength of Plum Blossom Sword Sovereign as a total lost.

“If I had been just twice as strong back then…”

Then Mount Hua may not have fallen. He could have saved more of his Sahyungje, and there’s a high chance Chung Myung wouldn’t have died either.

If so, Mount Hua would have been the world’s most powerful sect beyond Shaolin and commanded Kangho based on his reputation for blocking that Heavenly Demon and the power of Chung Myung, the world’s most powerful swordsman.
Right… That’s not a bad outcome either.

However….

Chung Myung, who was blankly drawing the scene, laughed bitterly.

“Is that even possible?”

Die moderately, survive moderately, and the remaining people enjoy the glory? Who could rejoice in such half-hearted glory?

This time, he will not miss a single grain.
The sand in your hand has no choice but to slip through your fingers?

That’s ridiculous!

If you can’t stop it with your hands, you can wrap it tightly in a cloth. Even if that doesn’t work, even if he had to bake his wand with mud, he would not let go of any of those who came into his hands.

“What’s the big deal?”

Then, he has no choice but to take a slightly strenuous approach.

Chung Myung stealthily moved his gaze and looked at the rising burial mound.

“Why? Does it seem like madness?”

There was no answer.

“I wouldn’t have done this in the old days either. Martial arts is not a gamble. You have to build it up diligently.”

If any of Mount Hua’s disciples, other than him, had made this choice, he would have broken his head on the spot.

“But… I can do it now.”

Chung Myung captured the scene of the Mount Hua Sect.

Right now, it might be slower than diligently learning Violet Mist Divine Art. However, as time passes, he can go further. And the parts that he could not fill because he couldn’t get stronger…..

His gaze went to the disciples of Mount Hua, sweating beads in the large martial arts practice field. Even though there was no one to step forward and reprimand them, there was no sloppiness in the actions of those practicing.

A faint smile appeared at the corners of Chung Myung’s mouth.

“……The parts that I couldn’t fill will be filled by those guys. Even though they’re a bit lackluster, they should be able to do that much.”

– They look a thousand times better than Sahyung in the past?

“This punk?”

Chung Myung suddenly raised his foot like he’s about to kick the mound, then slowly lowered it again.

“Hng. Yes, well, it’s not a wrong statement.”

Chung Myung sat down again with a straight posture.

In the past, he did not believe in his Sahyung.

He never once thought that they would do what he couldn’t. For him, his Sahyung were those to protect, not beings that would protect him.

But Chung Myung is different now. He can trust his back to his current Sahyung, who are incomparably weaker compared to the old Mount Hua’s disciples.

“So….”

Clear determination rose in his eyes.

“Let’s give it a try. Let’s see whether a ghost or a monster will appear.”

Chung Myung slowly began to introspect himself.

The foundation is Violet Mist Divine Art.

He had already transformed the Plum Blossom Swordsmanship into his own interpretation and delivered it to Mount Hua. But this is a different problem.

Unlike the Plum Blossom Swordsmanship, this must be martial arts solely for Chung Myung.

Other Mount Hua’s disciples cannot and should not master this.

Just as Cheong Jin said, it is a new martial art that cannot be passed down to future generations, exclusive only for Chung Myung.
‘If I have to name it, it would be Violet Mist Chung Myung Divine Art (자하청명신공(紫霞靑明神功))…’

– No way!

– Don’t do that! You bastard!

“Wow, shit.”

No, they really have a lot to say. A name isn’t that important!

‘…..Well, it was a bit lame, to be honest.’

‘Let’s decide the name later.’

Chung Myung took a deep breath.

‘It’s not something that will happen just by making it up haphazardly.’

He should minimize the loss he has to face now and the potential to grow should be widened as much as possible.
There’s no need to walk a completely predetermined path. Tomorrow’s Chung Myung will be stronger and better than today’s Chung Myung.

Therefore, the new divine art must also grow Chung Myung.

‘Don’t try to be perfect.’

Perfection is like the absence of potential. What he had to choose was not the perfection of the moment but the future that would extend infinitely.
He slowly sank into his inner self.

Quietly and peacefully.

On his shoulder, which slowly began to assimilate with nature, the mountain birds that were flying busily landed and rested their tired wings.

As the sun rose to mid-sky and the red sunset fell again, and the dark night began to dye the world, Chung Myung’s closed eyes didn’t know when to open again.