Chapter 263 novel Return of the Mount Hua Sect – No, What Is With Those Bastards? (3)

“… even if there are people, isn’t this too much?”

“I feel like I will get motion sick from this.”

The disciples of Mount Hua looked tired. That said, the more they walked the more the people around them felt.

“We are in a village path, stop whining with that mouth!”

Baek disciples pouted at the words of Baek Cheon’s words.

“But isn’t this a village? If hua-Um is a village this is one too.”

“Hua-Um can be called a city.”

“You didn’t see Luoyang at all, did you?”

“… it cannot be compared with Luoyang.”

Baek Cheon shook his head. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t understand the reactions of the sajaes.

‘It must be interesting.’

Most of them, whether they are Baek or Chung disciples, are those who entered Mount Hua from a very young age and lived looking at the mountains. Could they have ever seen so many people?

“I thought it was a temple-like place because they called is Shaolin. What is this…”

In response to Baek Sag’s words, Jo Gul smiled bitterly.

“This is the most famous temple in the world. It is place where they can claim to be the wealthiest sect in the world with just the money being paid by incense and prayers. How can this place be quiet?”

“Umm.”

“Famous sects make money even if they sit still. It means that it isn’t just martial arts that they prove their strength with.”

“Right.”

Hyun Jong, who listened to Jo Gul nodded.

It was true.

Even when Mount Hua won against the Southern Edge Sect, they were completely freed from their financial difficulties.

If Mount Hua was like that, then shouldn’t Shaolin be flooding with money?

‘That is why they are holding this competition.’

It is true that there is a limit to the number of people they could hold, this is why they came up with gold or silver, how many people can be brought here?

At the very least, the number of people who came to participate in there would be close to thousand.

Even if people come to visit the village or this flooded city, they would be able to arrange their own meals and accommodation, it wasn’t common to call them and say they would feed and give them places to stay.

The Shaolin is doing things which Mount Hua can never dream of.

“Once again, I can see how great this competition is. Just seeing so many people go up to see the place is shocking.”

“It has been here a hundred years, right?”

“Still, it is like this because there are spars.”

“We can do nothing, but to com first like this means they want to get a good spot.”

“Um, right.”

As expected.

People who were climbing, their gossips could be heard.

“Where? If they are invited they have to be quite famous.”

“Well.. was there any sect which uses the symbol of plum?”

“Plum? Ah! Mount Hua!”

“Mount Hua?”

“You know the place which used to be good.”

Baek Cheon’s face twisted.

‘Used to be good?’

It is doing good now too you idiots!

He wanted to say something but he knew that nothing good could come from talking with onlookers.

And fortunately, he could hear some good things.

“They say they are in good condition these days? There are rumors they won against Wudang.”

“Ah, no.”

“Rumors are rumors. But the rumors in kangho cannot be baseless.”

“Isnt it true that there is nothing we cannot believe when it comes to rumors about Kangho?”

“Right.’

Baek Chen smiled a little.

“But anyway, where will they be an opponent for the Nine Great Sects and the Five Great families? This time it will be a level of just participating.”

They were all whispering but their words could be clearly understood bu the disciples of Mount Hua, whose senses have heightened by a vicious level due to Chung Myung under guise of training.

The furious Beak disciples turned their heads.

But then.

“What are you doing? Don’t want to go up?”

Chung Myung, who was carrying his luggage, asked them.

And looking at that, the Beak disciples who couldn’t say anything and grinned.

“You want to fight those jerks?”

This was enough.

Evaluation depends on how one looks.

It is only necessary to prove the power of Mount Hua in the spar in the competition.

“Hurry up now.”

“Yes, sect leader.”

Hyun Jong walked fast.

Time wasn’t light. There was still plenty of time to arrive. However, it isn’t a good thing for the disciples to be looked by so many.

It seemed better to get to Shaolin quickly and unpack the things than let these people lose control.

However, this choice of Hyun Jong wasn’t pleased by others. As they climbed the birsk mountain, he looked up and frowned.

“Sect leader.”

“Um.”

Hyun Sang also spoke in a bit of a bewildered voice as he saw the crowd in front of him.

It was because he saw the most tough people to see, climbing the mountain.

“… It is the Southern Edge sect.”

“Yes.”

Hyun Jong slowed his steps.

Southern Edge also participated in this competition and he knew they would have to meet at one point. But he also wanted to avoid meeting them before the competition happened.

But, as always, things don’t go the way one wants.

Southern Edge’s disciples who were at the back of the group, looked back for a moment then looked ahead.

“it seems like they knew it.”

“Umm.”

Hyun Jong frowned. In the end, the southern Edge Sect’s disciples were there.

‘This is hard.’

It is absurd and funny to say that the first people they meet after coming here are them.

Of course, they too would be comfortable wth this situation, but as long as it ended like this, they would have to greet each other.

They seemed to think so too, passing through the disciples a man walked.

“I am so happy to meet you here in this distant land. Have you been without troubles, sect leader?”

An old man an impressive appearance and pure white hair spoke first.

Hyun Jong struggled to capture this look.

He knew the person in front of him too well. A person who lived a life different from Hyun Jong. The person who raised the Southern Edge sect, who was the pillar to the sect, who suppressed Mount Hua in the past but led the sect into a strong one.

The oldest sect leader of Southern Edge Sect, The Heaven’s Sword, Jong Rigok.

“Sect leader.”

When Hyun Young poked him from the side, Hyun Jong flinched and noticed it.

“Nice to see you again, sect leader.”

And the people showed nice smiles.

Aren’t they in a position to smile despite what all happened?

“It seems like ten years have passed.”

“Right. We are so busy with things so we didn’t have enough time to travel out.”

Jong Rigok smiled softly.

“Despite being close we aren’t close enough to meet, that is the relationship between Mount Hua and Southern Edge Sect, it isn’t as good as it used to be. Wouldn’t it be great if we could strengthen the friendship with this chance?”

“Right.”

Hyun Jong looked at Jong Rigok with strange eyes.

‘He is strange.’

Even though they are the same sect leaders, they didn’t see each other often due to the situation.

But since they both are located in Shaanxi, they had occasionally met, and when that happened Hyun Jong always felt suffocated.

This is because his time of a sect leader of Mount Hua was when it was losing life compared to Jong Rigok who was in a sect which was developing each day.

When he would return from such a meeting, Hyun Jong would take sip of alcohol to soothe his sore feeling.

But strangely he felt comfortable now.

Isn’t this Jong Rigok who always looked relaxed was now looking at him with a face which lost its pride?

“But you seem to have changed a lot?”

“It is nice to have something to feel at ease. Heheh.”

Jong Rigok looked at Hyun Jong and then lowered his eyes.

“Hahah. That is a good thing. A good thing. That is right. I am indebted to the previous Southern Edge-Mount Hua Conference, I should have guessed that Mount Hua developed so much… congratulations again, sect leader.”

Hyun Jong smiled.

Celebrating progress is something superior says to inferior. Those words imply that the Southern Edge sect still doesn’t look up to Mount Hua despite the suffering.

“We were lucky.”

“Luck… Luck.”

Jong Rigok smiled.

“If the luck repeats itself it gets called as luck.”

Hyun Jong looked at him and said,

“Well. I don’t know…’

And he glanced at the disciples standing behind.

Southern Edge.

For the disciples of Mount Hua, this was a name which cringed their stomach. In the past, the disciples of Mount Hua used to get discouraged at the name of their sect.

But what about now?

They could look at the Southern Edge sect with calm eyes and no emotions on their sleeve.

‘It must be that these aren’t people who are a hurdle to them.’

The disciples might think so, but he cannot do that as a sect leader.

“We will do our best.”

Seeing Hyun Jong answering calmly, Jong Rigok’s lips witched.

“haha. It is said that a positions makes a person, but sect leader has changed a lot.”

Yoon Jong, who was listenin to the conversation between the two sect leaders from a distance whispered.

“Chung Myung.”

“Uh?”

“Interpret it.”

“In the past, there were a lot of people who couldn’t raise their heads in front of me.”

“… yah, to our sect leader.”

“You asked me to interpret it.”

“Right.”

At the interpretation of Chung Myung, the disciples all stared at Jong Rigok in unison. However, Hyun Jong who received this as an insult, was calm.

“Hehehe. What can I be proud of? I just followed the guidance of the ancestors of Mount Hua.”

“Interpret.”

“If you look at history, Mount Hua have been swept from generation to generation with our kind mouths.”

“… our sect leader is no easy one.”

The disciples look at Hyun Jong with new eyes.

Oh my, our sect leader was someone who had such a high levelled mind!

Jong Rigok opened his eyes as if he understood Hyun Jong’s meaning.

“There is evidence for the confidence of Mount Hua. The defeat of Southern Edge sect was painful to our children. But thanks to this, our arrogant children were able to be reborn. Haha. This time, Mount Hua will not have it easy.”

“That is a good thing.”

Jong Rigok smiled.

“So, it wouldn’t be too bad for Mount Hua to experience the same thing.”

“Should we consider it a good thing? For Southern Edge sect to yield.”

Jong Rigok thought without a smile.

‘This man.’

Doesn’t let a single word pass. This would be unimaginable in the past.

Unable to hide the displeasure he would try to end the conversation.

“Indeed, indeed. Sect leader is right. Isn’t this a place which shows the result to all of Kangho? I hope Mount Hua does well this time too.”

“I hope the Southern Edge sect gets good results too.”

The two had rights to fight each other.

Yoon Jong asked.

“Who won?”

“Our sect leader beat that man.”

“Right?”

Yoon Jong had a proud smile. He clearly engraved in his eyes the image of Jong Rigok returning back to his place.

“Let’s go!”

“yes!”

With a loud voice, Southern Edge sect’s disciple who had been staring at them, turned around.

Only three people were looking at this side.

One is JIn Geum-Ryong. He couldn’t take away the gaze from Chung Myung since the start.

Chung Myung who received it smiled.

‘Well. you will die for sure.’

People should know their place!

And the other was Lee Song-Baek.

Lee Song-Baek was also paying attention to Chung mYung but with a different meaning.

If Jin Geum-Ryong wanted to eat him, then Lee Song-Baek was in awe of him.

Looking at the eyes full of admiration…

‘Ah, it tickles.’

It was Chung Myung who thought that Jin Geum-Ryong’s gaze was less burdensome.

Anyway, the two faces were familiar. But the problem is the third.

The middle aged man with a clean impression who was staring from the side. But his gaze didn’t reach Chung Myung but on Baek Cheon who was in front of Chung Myung.

Chung Myung who sneaked to the side of Baek Cheon, looked at the middle aged man.

“is that your father?”

“… yes.”

“Be happy. Dong-Ryong.”

“… don’t call me by that.”

“Hehe.”

Chung Myung tapped Baek Cheon on the shoulder.

“You must be in a position where words don’t work, the only thing you can show yourself with is the sword, right?”

“Right.”

When a calm reply came, Chung Myung looked at Baek Cheon.

Not even the slightest agitation could be seen.

‘You grew up so much,’

In the past Baek Cheon couldn’t control his emotions in front of his brother. So this definitely can be called as growth.

Chung Myung nodded, feeling proud.

As the Southern Edge sect moved away, Baek Cheon looked at the disciples of Mount Hua and said.

“it is good to see them.”

“Yes, sahyung.”

“Those people still look down on us. What should we do with those who cannot come to their senses despite being beaten?”

“beat them until they come to their senses!”

“Right. Good.”

Baek Cheon smiled.

‘I am sorry, but you are no longer our opponent.’

Even if that opponent is his own brother, JIn Geum-Ryong.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes.”

The disciples of Mount Hua who began to climb the mountain again, reached the gate of Shaolin.

In front of them was this huge board ‘Great Shaolin Temple’ and they set their foot in with determined faces.

Now was their time to prove things.