Return of the Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 259
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Chapter 259 – What Opened? (4)
The Chung disciples and the Baek disciples looked at Chung Myung with dark eyes.
Hadn’t they already experienced enough of Chung Myung’s antics?
They could fully imagine what would happen if they got defeated by the disciples of another sect.
‘It is a problem since he is too imaginative.’
‘I’d rather just die.’
As the disciples took a deep breath, Chung mYung clicked his tongue.
“You don’t have confidence?”
“Ah-no, it isn’t that.”
“Right? You are confident.”
Baek Sang’s face was turning tired.
‘Does this brat even have any thought in his mind?’
It was the moment when he was thinking about what to say
“But Chung Myung.”
“Uh?”
Yeom Jin, the third class disciple who had been silent till now, said.
“It isn’t that I am suspicious of you or anything…”
“What is with you? Just say it out coolly. Am I someone who catches on other people’s words and harasses them?”
“UH.”
“… right?”
Is that so>
You are so weird today.
“… I wont do anything odd, so speak normally.”
Yeom Jin thought for a moment and spoke with a subtle expression.
“Can we really beat the disciples of Nine Great Sects?”
Chung Myung frowned.
“Did I say we wouldn’t?”
“Uh.”
“… is that so?”
It is weird.
You didn’t ever say that, but.
“This time it is real. You can win.”
“Hmm.”
Yeom Jin’s expression changed.
“What are you so afraid of? You already took down those bastards.”
“True, but…”
When Yeom Jin hesitated even after hearing the confirmation, Baek Sang smiled bitterly and opened his mouth.
“It is the third class disciples who won and the second class disciples who lost.”
“Anyway, the result was all good, right?”
“If you think about it like that, it makes you feel better, think differently. If the third class disciples were assigned to the second class disciples of the Southern Edge Sect, would we have won?”
Baek Sang continued to speak lookin at Chung Myung’s eyes.
“I am saying that just because you haven’t tasted the hands of them doesn’t mean that you have defeated the Southern Edge sect properly and it is you people and not us who beat the Southern Edge Sect.”
“So…”
After listening to Baek Sang’s words, Chung Myung thought.
“So you aren’t confident of taking down the disciple of the Nine Great Sects of the Five Great Family who have mastered their martial arts?”
“Yes.”
Chung Myung smiled.
“It is strange to hear that. We even took down that bastard Sword Dragon or something and proved ourselves. Mount Hua is stronger than Wudang.”
“… I am not pointing finger at Sasuk.”
And I am not saying it’s a lie, you bastard!
Seeing Baek Cheon’s face flow red, Baek Sang smiled and said.
“Isn’t Baek Cheon Sahyung a special one?”
“…”
Chung Myung slowly looked at Baek Cheon whose cheeks trembled a little.
Straighten your face, you bastard.
Anyway, how can you show your rotten expression to sasuk like this?
“And yoon Jong, Jo Gul and Yu samae are all special people. Everyone recognizes their talents. But our talents are average.”
“So you aren’t confident?”
Baek Sang shook his head.
“Chung Myung. Don’t get me wrong. Until you came, we were all people suffering from defeat. We are not doing this because we are afraid of losing. We are simply scared.”
“Uh?”
Not afraid to lose and just scared? What does this mean?
Baek Sang smiled bitterly at Chung Myung’s gaze.
“Mount Hua is returning to its former glower faster than ever. I am afraid that I will become a stumbling block to such fast growing Mount Hua. I am afraid that it will be said that Mount Hua is nothing if not for you five. I am scared of that.”
“Hmmm.”
Chung Myung frowned. A heavy silence passed for a moment.
Chung Myung who would normally yell stayed silent. And Baek Cheon, who was impatient, said.
“What is making you this scared? Mount Hua has now regained the past martial arts too, and didn’t you take the pill? For the rest of the time, what would you be afraid of if we absorbed the qi from the pill and mastered the martial arts?”
“Sahyung. Opponents are the same and are skilled and of the Nine Great Sects. Even if we took the pill, wouldn’t they have taken a much higher pill than us?”
“That…!”
“Also we will just start learning the 24 Movement Plum Blossom Sword technique, and they must have already learnt their technique from an early age.”
Baek Cheon hesitated and went silent. I was because he knew that Baek Sang wasn’t wrong.
“So…”
“Ah enough!!”
At that moment, Chung Myung interrupted Baek Sang.
“I hate the whining sounds.”
He covered his ears with both hands and shook his head.
“So in the end, you are not confident that you can defeat the elite disciples of other sects?”
“… it isn’t that I am not confident, I am just worried.”
“That Baek Cheon man can win, but not you sasuks?”
“Um.”
Baek Sang wouldn’t answer and just clasped his hands.
“Then it is decided.”
“… Uh?”
Chung Myung smiled as he turned to Baek Cheon.
“Then, within the next 6 months, you only need to become as strong as him. those who achieve that level can participate in the competition right?”
Baek Sang;s eyes turned wide.
“Ah-no. that….”
“Ahh. Enough. It isn’t that difficult.’
“…”
Not difficult?
Baek Sang looked at Baek Chen. Baek Cheon was looking at the sky with a face which said he was liberated.
“Chung Myung. It is…”
“I said we are done.”
“No.”
“It is fine, it is fine I tell you.”
“What I meant to…’
“I told you, it is no big deal.”
“No.”
“Enough! Enough!”
Listen to others man!
Baek Sang touched his chest feeling frustrated by this. Talking to this guy never works out.
Chung Myung looked at him and smiled.
“Sasuk has no reason to be worried.’
“Uh?”
“You think I am going to let sasuks lose to them?”
“…”
Chung Myung looked at him.
“If you want to lose, try losing once.”
“…”
Baek sang stuttered at it and said,
“C-chung Myung, what I am trying….”
“Don’t worry, sasuk. I know very well what sasuk is worried about. I fully understand.”
“Uh?”
Chung Myung looked straight into his eyes and said.
“Lacking effort! Effort! You cannot think of that if you people worked hard! All the people you see, think about breaking their heads!”
Chung Myung.
Think carefully, this isn’t about lacking effort, but about the attitude.
Normally people cannot think like that despite the effort they put in, Chung Myung.
“I think it is because of the things which happened recently. It is all my fault. You would have gained confidence if I made sasuk all train harder! I was lazy! I was slacking off! All because of me!”
“…”
With the eyes turning red, he screamed like a mad man and now the disciples were falling into despair.
And soon, they all looked at Baek Sang.
‘No, why did you have to say that!’
‘Didn’t you know this was going to happen! Why scratch him more!’
‘shit! damn it! damn it!’
Baek Sang who felt gazes on him trembled.
‘I am not the only one who thought this you bastards!’
Seeing him in shock and not knowing what to do, Baek Cheon smiled brightly and said.
“Do not panic.”
“Sahyung!’
Baek Sang looked at him as if he saw a buddha in hell.
Right, the one who can stop mad Chung myung is…
“I agree with Chung Myung. I know it because I tried it, but if you practice hard enough to puke your insides out, your fear will wash away.”
“… what?”
“So, you can do it! I will work hard to help you come out of those concerns so don’t think about losing!”
“….”
Baek Cheon clenched his fists. And Baek Sang looked at his sahyung like his soul was pulled out.
He thought this man was the buddha in hell? No, he is the asura!
‘No, but for real, what the .... did these people do when returning from Yunnan?’
Why are so many people turning into Chung mYung!?
This feels like hell!
“It isn’t wrong.”
And to make matters worse, Yu Yiseol came to side with Baek Cheon.
“What you all have built till now. That should be the source of your confidence.”
“Right.”
Baek Cheon nodded his head.
“The word scared is something you can really think about when you roll in hell. You don’t have the right to say that word.”
“… sahyung speaks like he is experienced?”
“Uh?”
Baek Cheon’s lips twitched.
“Well. I don’t know. I wonder if you’ll be able to say that when you go through the same thing as me.”
“….”
“Don’t worry. I will help you. And Yoon Jong and Jo Gul will help too. Since we are experienced!”
Sahyung!
Why are you grinding your teeth while saying such words?
You aren’t taking your frustration out on us, right? Sahyung?
“yes! We will help too!”
“Don’t worry! I will do my best!”
There are some things in the world which cannot be understood. Well this is the suffering of the great people.
And.
The greatest of all the misfortunates opened the mouth with a serious face.
“There are things which sasuks and sahyungs have to know.”
“Uh?”
Chung Myung looked at everyone and then said in a weirdly low voice.
“There are times when I lose because I am weak, but I do not lose because my martial arts are wea. As long as sahyungs can master the sword technique properly, there is no need for you to be afraid of anyone. Whether it is Wudang or Shaolin.”
In a low voice.
It was low and quiet and gave surety to others.
“Don’t worry, I, and Mount Hua will make you stronger, so no one can dare ignore us again.”
Baek Sang nodded his head unconsciously.
Did Chung Myung’s words work?
A weird heat was rising in the bodies of the disciples.
The fact that Chung Myung, who often speaks nonsense, doesn’t lie… no, he lies sometimes, but in such times…
Well.
Anyway, it isn’t like a lie.
Baek Cheon then added.
“Don’t forget.”
Baek Cheon looked around at everyone and said.
“The sect leader and elders will lead the way and the sasuks will help us till the end, but, in the end it is us who will have to bring back the glory of Mount Hua. We are the disciples. And we should stand tall. Do not forget that.”
“Yes, sahyung!”
“We will keep it in mind, sask!”
Crack!
Chung Myung stretched his head.
“Now that you all agree…”
“Uh?”
Chung Myung took his hand to pull out his sword.
“Let’s get started.”
“… now?”
“Why? Want to waste time? don’t even think of it.”
When Chung Myung said, Baek Cheon and Yu Yiseol in front of second class disciples and Yoon Jong with Jo Gul in front of third class disciples turned.
“Now that the basics have been laid, let’s move into actual battles. Three months. Just three months. I think that in only three months you will think of death. Ah, if you survive…”
Cung Myung chuckled.
“You will get the qualified as the Plum Blossom Swordsman.”
Plum Blossom Swordsman.
The moment they heard the forgotten name of the disciples of the sect, the disciples trembled.
At that time, there was a Plum Blossom Swordsman who was like the symbol of Mount Hua.
The name of the swordsman, who no one dares to call now, came from Chung Myung.
“… instead.”
Chung Myung spoke with cold eyes.
“Each title has a price. To bear that title means to bear the responsibility as well. Don’t think you will be alive without crossing through hell first.”
The disciples all looked serious.
“Well, we are already in hell, what new can we see?”
“Let’s start. don’t waste the time, as you said.”
“Right?”
Chung Myung smiled.
The ones whining a second back were now strong willed.
“Start.”
“Okay.”
Baek Cheon took a step back.
“Come ahead one after another to the front. Compete. Those who have completed the match will go to Chung Myung and compete again. Do not waste time!”
“Yes!”
Those standing in front began to move, seeing that Chung Myung smiled.
‘Look at these chickens.’
By now, the chickens began to have feathers start on them.
And what if the 24 Movement Plum Blossom Sword is taught while rolling them in torture?
‘They can do it.’
The Worldly Murim Competition will be the place where Mount Hua regains its name.
‘and breaking the heads of the Nine Great Sects will be done at the same time.’
Chung Myung smiled and looked up at the sky.
My sahyung
Sect leader sahyung.
Wait!
Cause I will make the name of Mount Hua known to the world.
Chung Myung giggled and grabbed the sword.
Time flowed like flowing water.
Mount Hua’s time too flowed fairly well.
A day.
Two days.
And a month.
6 months passed in an instant.
And sooner or later the day to participate was approaching.