Return of the Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 257

Chapter 257  Return of the Mount Hua Sect novel – What Opened? (2) 

“Kuak! Kuak! Let go!”

“Where is it?”

“Let go of me, you brat! I am dying out here!”

“Eh!”

Chung Myung let go of the hand holding Hong Dae-kwang by the neck. And Hong Dae-Kwang sat down and coughed over and over again as he almost died.

“You bastard! Don’t you have heart and respect? I have been eating rice for ten years more than you show me respect!”

“Let’s not go over the concept of age.”

“Ugh!”

Seeing Hong Dae-Kwang wheezing and screaming not holding back the anger, chung Myung clicked his tongue.

‘To be treated like a kid by these brats.’

Such a sad reality.

If it was normal he was old enough to be their great grandfather, but… forget it.

“Anywa, so where are those bastards? Those bastards didn’t leave out our Mount Hua did they?”

“This is still hot news I just got! It will take a few more days to know the full thing!”

“Uh?”

Let’s see if they miss Mount Hua.

I will write bald on the head of the Shaolin sect leader.

“is there any one who doesn’t know about the growth of Mount Hua right now? Especially here…”

Hong Dae-kwang who was speaking suddenly said something and went silent, making Chung Myung ask.

“What is it?”

“… I was thinking.”

“Uh?”

Hong Dae-Kwang’s expression looked more serious than before.

“That… the Shaolin sect doesn’t really care about the outside world… and… aren’t they to the east?”

“Right?”

“W-well, then wouldn’t it be possible for them to not know of Mount Hua’s growth?”

“… what nonsense is that?”

“N-No, so… Shaolin might think that Mount Hua is a sect still in ruins, and might not send the letter…”

The more he continued, the more stiff his expression was turning.

As Chung Myung’s face turned red, Hong Dae-kwang bit his lip.

Unsurprisingly, Chung Myung began to spew fire from his mouth.

“Those bastards… how dare they ignore Mount Hua!?”

“c-Calm down! Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon!”

“No, since when did those bastards act this good?!”

Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon.

The Shaolin sect is naturally a good one. Think.

“You are taling nonsense!”

“So what?”

Chung Myung rolled his eyes.

“I am thinking.”

It doesn’t really seem like a thinking face? I think you already thought of an answer.

“W-what are you thinking?”

“it doesn’t matter. Shall we go to the Shaolin Sect and play a game of mess… or should we go to another sect which had a letter sent out and respectfully take it over.”

“….”

Neither one seems like a good idea.

‘is this the kind of thinking a Taoist does?’

It is said that finding a new supreme-ruler every day is a kind of situation? Hong Dae-kwang confirmed that there is a new development in Chung Myung at each meeting.

“… the Shaolin sect is far. Right, the Southern Edge. I like those brats. It is nice to speak nice and take their letter!”

Then why are you clenching your fists!

By this time, Hong Dae-Kwang’s worries were growing.

‘Is this really a good thing to bring back Mount Hua into the Nine Great Sects?’

This bastard will take the center of it!

Wouldn’t it be better to live in a world ruled by Demonic Sect than Mount Hua who has this bastard leading them?

At that time, Chung Myung shook his head making Hong Dae-Kwang flinch.

“Did the letter arrive in Southern Edge sect?”

“C-calm down, Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon! The world doesn’t change this fast!”

“No! now!”

“isn’t the Shaolin Murim Competition being held by Shaolin? It takes at least three months to prepare, and even if it doesn’t arrive now, wait for a week!”

“Umm.”

He frowned as if not liking it.

In the end, Hong Dae-Kwang said with a heart which spoke for Chung Myung.

“And, if that doesn’t come to Mount Hua, I will speak to my sect elders and make sure to get it!”

However, this made Chung Myung look at him suspiciously.

“Mister will?”

“… you, what are you thinking?”

“a beggar?”

“…”

Uh… that is right, the beggar is…

“I am a branch head! I have the right to make suggestion!”

“Hmm. But I cannot believe it.”

“Kuaaak.”

Hong Dae-kwang’s eyes were filled with tears.

‘Why did I come to Hua-Um?’

If he had stayed in Luoyang, he wouldn’t have had to go through thus sad situation. He was being treated like some food coveting beggar all because he wanted to enjoy the glory.

This bastard!

“Anyway, just wait for a couple more days! The letter will arrive.”

“I get it.”

Chung Myung nodded his head.

“Is everything done?”

Hong Dae-Kwang sighed.

It is said that being next to him is advantageous, but this one abandons him right after the world is done.

First of all, he had to get away from here…

“Ah, right!”

“Uh?”

Chung Myung looked at Hong Dae-Kwang as if thinking something.

“Com to think of it, what happened to the beggar I told you to catch? Did you catch him?”

“….”

Hong Dae-kwang’s eyes trembled.

‘Wow, he didn’t forget it?’

Isn’t this similar to pathological obsession?

“C-caught him! but you were away for too long, so I had to send him back.”

“What? Who told you to send them back?”

“I-is that even important right now? And he’s probably going to come to the Shaolin sect, so take care of your matter there.”

“That fucking beggar, is so lucky!”

Chung Myung was angry. Looking into the eyes, Hon Dae-Kwang began to worry.

‘Nothing is going to happen to the Shaolin or Southern Edge sect right?’

Southern Edge in particular, made him more anxious… poor things will be taken down by this…

And fortunately for the Southern Edge sect, a person visited Mount Hua as three days passed.

“You say you are from Shaolin?”

“Yes, sect leader. I am Hae Bang of the Shaolin sect.”

“Welcome to our Mount Hua.”

After a light greeting, Hyun Jong looked at the guest.

The shaved head and a calm expression. And the red tunic on the body. it all created this profound atmosphere.

‘As expected of Shaolin.’

How many people were in Shaolin for such dignified people to run their errands?

As expected of them. It is a place worthy of being called the northern tip of the Kangho.

“Right. Why did a Shaolin sect disciple come to Mount Hua for?”

As the question fell, Hae bang pulled out a letter from the sleeve.

“This is a letter our sect leader has asked to deliver to Mount Hua’s sect leader.”

“a letter….”

Hyun Jong who received it, opened it right away and looked at it.

[Worldly Murim Competition]

Such a odd name.

But if this is a name which came from Shaolin, the content cannot be obvious ones.

Hyun Jong frowned and opened the folded letter. And he read it.

The letter was spoken in a respectful tone, but it is likely that the same thing was being given to other places.

‘But, the Wudang or Southern Edge sect must have gotten one in a different format.’

With this letter alone, he could tell how much Mount Hua was being thought about in Shaolin.

Then Mount Hua should be delighted with just getting the letter, but he couldn’t erase the bitterness within.

“What is this Murim Competition?”

“I heard that it was to create a place for sect leaders of each sect to gather. At the same time, a conference for all to develop friendship.”

“Sect leaders?”

“Could we do that? we plan to limit the participation to the disciples.”

‘I see…’

Hyun Jong had a subtle smile and looked at hae Bang.

“Such a good task. But… does our Mount Hua, which was pushed out of the Nine Great Sects, can come to participate in here?”

“Amitabha Buha. How can you say that? This Murim Competition isn’t to be attended by just the Nine Great Sects, but also by the Five great Families and the other major sects. Please do not worry.”

“Uh!”

As soon as he finished, a snort could be heard from behind.

Hearing that, hae Bang turned his head and saw one person sitting behind him leaning the back against the wall and with stern eyes.

‘Seems young?’

But there is a hostile gaze. It is undeniable that Mount Hua was pushed out of the Nine Great Sects and the Shaolin is the one which carried it out.

The problem is that this place is the none other residence of Mount Hua’s sect leader.

And it felt strange that this young disciple was in this place when a guest from Shaolin was coming, and the attitude is more unberable.

What was even more strange is that none of the adults in Mount Hua were trying to stop him. even the sect leader stayed silent.

‘What a waste of such a prestigious name.’

Hae Bang frowned and Hyun Jong spoke.

“Right. Did you say this was a competition?”

“Yes.”

“What would the format be? all the disciples of all the sects couldn’t possibly participate.”

“It would be nice if we could get that, but it isn’t an easy task. So we had to make changes.”

“Changes?”

“You see the color of the letter.”

Hyun Jong looked down.

“… looks silver.”

“There are four colors of letters. First is platinum. In total, about 50 sects received this, and they can bring in around 20 of their disciples who can participate.”

Hyun Jong frowned.

“And the Gold get to have 40 out of which 15 particpate and the Silver have around 10 out of 30 who participate and the broze have five out of 12…”

“No, is this bastard fucking with me?”

“Chung Myung!”

“Oh my, brat! Hold it! hold it in!”

When Chung Myung was losing it, the Un disciples who had been preparing for this unforeseen situation, immediately covered him and pressed him.

But despite that, he growled like a dog and roared.

“Silver? Silver? It is a silver and not gold? No, this bastards are ignoring Mount Hua!”

At that momentum from this child, Hae Bang flinched without realizing.

‘No, wait.’

Did they just say Chung Myung?

The Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon?

‘How could such a person…?’

This idiot who doesn’t know when and where to act out?

Such a person is being called the best in the world?

‘The rumors in Kangho cannot be trusted’

“This! That!”

“…”

“that… no, monk!”

Hae Bang coughed in vain trying not to think about what they called.

“Did you call me?”

“What did the Southern Edge sect get?”

“… Yes?”

“Southern Edge sect, what kind of letter did they get?”

“… platinum.”

“No, these brats!”

As Chung Myung was wriggling under them, Un Geom and Un Am pressed them.

“Wow! Calm down! Calm down!”

“Sweet! Someone get sweets!”

Chung Myung was groaning from under them.

“You, monk!”

“…”

Hae Bang was the only monk here, but he didn’t say it, so he nodded.

“You heard that the Southern Edge sect was hit by Mount Hua right?”

“Surely… I heard the news of the Southern Edge-Mount Hua conference…”

“Southern Edge-Mount Hua conference?”

“Ah no, Mount Hua-Southern Edge conference.”

“And?”

“… what are you talking about?”

Chung Myung clicked his tongue.

“It was clearly proven that the Mount Hua is superior to the Southern Edge and they got a platinum letter with 20 people participating. And we get a letter with allows 10?”

“…”

Hae Bang went silent at it. this was right. The attitude is a little unexpected but what Chung Myung said was right.

“You don’t even think and give out letters! Think a little! Your head… up! Upppp!”

Hyun Young pushed a rice cake within the mount of Chung Myung. Chung Myung’s eyes softened slightly as he chewed something soft. Then, for a while he chewed on it.

“Right. Have tea”

Hyun Young put tea in front of Chung Myung and glanced at Hyun Jong. Hyun Jong who saw it, nodded andopened his head.

“it could sound rought but what the child said isn’t wrong/ if this is a Murim Competition then it is a meeting place, Mount Hua deserves the same treatment as Southern Edge. Am I wrong?”

“Amitabha Buha. That is…”

Hyun Jong smiled.

“Shaolin isn’t known for being a fair place. But we hope that you consider our face.”

At that moment, Chung Myung gulped the rice cake and shouted.

“If we go and beat up the Southern Edge sect, and their eyes turn black! Think about that platinum letter you gave the,…”

“Now, now have one more.”

“Eup!”

Hyun Young pushed another rice cake into Chung Myung’s mouth. Watching all this, hae Bang was struggling, but nodded.

“What sect leader said isn’t wrong.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

“But the number of platinum letters is limited. The only thing I can get is a gold letter to you. So I hope that sect leader will also look at the circumstances of me and the Shaolin.”

And he takes out a golden letter and hands it to Hyun Jong.

Hyun Jong looked at the gold letter and nodded, accepting it.

“Thank you.”

“Amotabha Buha, say nothing.”

Hae Bang, who said it continued.

“The competition will be held half a year from now.”

“Why hold it that far?”

“it taes time to get all the sects to attend it. and Shaolin also needs time to prepare for it.”

“Um. Well it isn’t asmall number.”

“Amitabha Buha. Then I will leave.”

Hae Bang was getting up when Hyun Jong looked startled.

“Already?”

“I have a lot to do. Please forgive my rudeness.”

“Hyun Sang.”

“yes, sect leader.”

“See them off.”

“Yes!”

When Hyun Sang said it, hae Bang bowed and went out. As they two went, all the others who stayed within the Sect leader’s residence looked at the letter.

“Worldly Murim Competition.”

Hyun Jong’s eyes turned to Chung Myung.

“What do you think? Chung Myung?”

“… it doesn’t matter if it is Southern Edge sect or something else.”

“Uh?”

At that moment, Hyun Jong noticed it.

The eyes of Chung Myung were on fire.

“These down to earth bastards, how dare they ignore Mount Hua? Let’s see if their heads don’t break!”

Hyun Jong just smiled kindly and watched Chung Myung spew fire from his eyes and mouth.

‘Can I take him?’

It was worrying.

… really worrying.

To Mount Hua’s sect leader.

In Kangho, fights do not cease, and hears of others are full of jealousy, so the world is in chaos. After much thought and deliberation, Shaolin concluded the mistake was on our side due to the lack of prior meeting of sects.

In the past, before the Demonic Sect rebellion there was a Murim Competition in which a large number of powerful sects participated, that was done to develop friendship through competition.

Murim Alliance is weak because of that, Shaolin despite lacking wanted to hold a Murim Competition in place of that.

So, please do not hesitate to ask for Shaolin’s request in anything and we hope that you and your disciples will come participate in the event and make it brighter.

We will be waiting for you in Mount Song.