"Wow, you're here?"

"You've been through a lot. Take a break..."

Good words. Good words.

A good word to solve this atmosphere.

The third-class disciples were desperate, but unfortunately, Chung Myung was not a person who changed his mood over other people's words.

On the contrary, he’s screaming on his mind.

'Hey, why are you doing that again!'

‘Something good must have happened to you all! Why again!'

Chung Myung shook his head and opened his mouth. Even his voice sounds crooked.

"You must be in a great mood, don't you? Sahyung?

"……."

"Wow, you’re all resting. You're resting after all that happened. If it were me, I would have been thinking about going out and swinging a sword 10,000 times or getting water on a plate and puncture my nose."

They were the third-class disciples who could cope with everything in the world, but could not cope with the wrath of a sajil.

Everyone desperately glances at Yoon Jong. It means to do something about it because he is the oldest.

‘This is the only kind of time you take me as sahyung. Rotten things!'

‘Why don't you show me some respect on other times?!’

But what can he do? It's true that he's the eldest sahyung, by all means.

"Hahaha."

Yoon Jong opened the door with an awkward smile.

"Why are you so angry? I think we did a good job this time."

It was a euphemism of the saying, ‘Why are you being mean to us when we won every match?’. However, that bloody fellow doesn't seem to understand if it turned around. (euphemishm is using indirect word to say blunt/harsh word)

"How do you do, sahyung?"

Chung Myung blinks his eyes.

The faces of the third-class disciples who saw the eyes became bleak.

"What the hell, you all have won, and gathering together to hold a celebration! You’re supposed to practice during this time, practice!  Will your life over if you win the duel?"

That's it.

That was it.

Chung Myung covered his entire face with displeasure and continued speaking.

"When I was your age! I went to war and got stabbed, but the next day I got up and started training, but kids these days..."

When did you go to war?

aren't we older than you?

"If you beat Southern Edge Sect's third-class disciples, wouldn't it be a great major? We should celebrate it."

It was Yoon Jong who tried to rebel. Of course, as always, rebellion does not lead to good results. Especially against Chung Myung.

"Win? Oh, yeah. Well said."

"……."

"They’re obviously five years younger than you all. You're running wild just because you beat them?"

"……."

"They're still young even now. So how young were you two years ago? You must have been a total snitch back then, did you get beaten up by them? To them?"

"……."

Chung Myung poking them in hurt spot.

The white plum’s atmosphere quickly became depressed.

"I wouldn't have say anything if you'd done a good job! The one who almost tripped while stepping!"

One of the disciples flinches and turns away.

"The one who hit his shoulder while trying to hit his head."

Flinch.

"The one who almost got beaten up and lost!"

"……."

Chung Myung, who was talking as if he was screaming at any moment, suddenly sighs deeply and looks at the ceiling.

"I taught you wrong, I...…. Sahyung is not guilty. It's all my fault."

"……."

Jo-Gol exchanged glances with Yoon Jong.

‘What's wrong with him?'

"Do you why?'

'Just fix it.'

'Ha...…'

Yoon Jong looked like he was going to die and opened his mouth.

"No, of course there can be mistakes. But in the end, it didn't go well? In practise, mistakes are natural."

"Mistake?"

"……."

Yoon Jong strongly felt that he had said something wrong.

"I was stabbed to death in the battlefield.

'Hahaha. I made a mistake, huh?'

Do you can go back after that?"

"……No."

"You are training to not make a mistake in real life! It’s natural to make a mistake? This is what happens when you train in that mindset! You're just told to swing a sword properly, but you can't even do that?"

Yoon Jong gave up stopping Chung Myung any more.

"And what? One day? When day?”

Chung Myung smiles.

"When do you think it'll come?"

"……."

"Contend with one victory over  a duel, promising to be stronger but neglecting practice! You treat duel like that. What? Someday?"  (the raw is "하루하루 침식을 잊고 수련을 해도 될까 말까인데! 비무는 그렇게 조져 놓고 지금 놀고 있으면서 뭐? 언젠가느으으은?")

Jo-Gol smiled bitterly.

'Mom, I miss you.'

‘I'll apologize to my mother when I get home for telling her to stop nagging. That wasn't even a nagging.’

‘Does he have a whip in his mouth?'

Every word hurts.

Chung Myung lowered his voice a little.

"Don't be so carried away."

"……."

"It's only once. We'll have to fight countless times, countless battles in the future. This may be a big deal for sahyung, but in hindsight it's nothing."

The third-class disciples nodded.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"As much as you want."

"If we really work hard as you say, can we use that sword?"

Chung Myung distorted his face.

"Sahyung. I think you're mistaken."

"……Huh?"

"It's not that you will be able to use it, but you must be able to use it."

"……."

Chung Myung blinked his eyes.

"Mount Hua's disciples can't even bloom a single flower with his sword? You think I'm gonna wait and just watch?"

It's weird.

It's obviously the same thing, but how can it be so different depending on who's saying it?

The third-class disciples, who were motivated to unfold the sword Chung Myung had shown while ago, quickly lost their motivation.

The eyes that used to shine so brightly are turning into rotten eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh?"

Chung Myung moved his chin as if pointing.

"You're going to skip the training today?"

"……But, Chung Myung. The time is already...…."

"You said you wanted to be able to use the sword, didn't you?”

‘No. That's true, but...’

‘No, Chung Myung, we're not in a hurry to do that, are we? It's fine even later.’

"Aren't you going out right now?"

"Gasp!"

The third-class disciples rushed out of the white plum. The space that had been full of noise was empty in an instant.

Chung Myung was watching the scene and grinned.

‘You can't be excited.'

He had only taken the first step. It is a good thing that this match gave confidence to the third-class disciples, but that confidence could turn into arrogance.

Real progress can only be discussed when the satisfaction of winning can lead to continuous training.

‘It's a little too much, but...’

"It's not like I'm doing because I like it!"

As soon as Chung Myung shrugged his shoulders and tried to follow outside, a person came into the white plum.

"Huh?"

Chung Myung tilted his head to the unexpected face.

"What brings you here?"

"……."

The eyes of the person who came inside are slightly shaking.

"If you meet your sasuk, say hello first……. No, I don't think that means anything to you."

Baek Chun stares straight at Chung Myung and opens his mouth.

"Can I have a moment of your time?

* * *

Baek Chun, who climbed Nakanbong Peak, sneaks a peek at Chung Myung.

"Oh, my leg."

Chung Myung looked around and sat down looking for a tree stump. The appearance is like an old man.

'That little guy.'

Looking at what he does, there is no such thing as a young man.

But this is no time to point that out.

"Thank you for your time."

"Don't mention it, it's sasuk after all."

‘I'm glad you still know that.’

"But what's the matter? Seeing you call me to such place, is it an attack?"

"……."

It's not been long since Baek Chun knew him, but it was him who sometimes thought wanted to crack his head. What the hell is going on in Chung Myung head that makes it sound like nothing happened?

"I saw you and Jin Geum Ryong's match."

"You worked hard with that body."

"It was overwhelming."

"Don't mention it."

Baek Chun stared at Chung Myung without saying a word, and after a long time, he opened his mouth again.

"Your sasuk are all pretty shaken up. At first, it seemed only good, but now the situation is complicated."

‘I guess so.’

Chung Myung's act cannot be overlooked as long as there are eyes. And it is true that the third-class disciples have also become noticeably stronger.

They are the ones who must lead the third-class disciples as sasuk. But how can they not be disturbed when the third-class disciples might become stronger than them?

No, maybe the third-class disciples have already become stronger than them.

"So what do you want to say?"

"I want to be strong."

"……Hooo.”

Baek Chun looked at Chung Myung with determined eyes.

"I don't know if you understand it, but it's not easy to tell you this as a sasuk."

"I fully understand it."

Who would understand Baek Chun's feelings if he wasn't Chung Myung, who was struggling to make his peers stronger? (the raw is 새파란 어린애들에게 사숙이니 사숙조니 굽실거리고 다니는 청명이 아니면 누가 백천의 심정을 이해하겠는가?)

‘It's frustrating, right'

For the first time, it was Chung Myung who felt a little homogeneity towards Baek Chun.

"But no matter how much I think about it, I think this is the best way. It's not that I don't believe in the elder, but what I can learn from them is different from what I can learn from you."

Chung Myung looked at Baek Chun with a glaring face.

"You mean, you're going to let go of your pride, and you want me to teach you and your peers?"

"It is, so to speak."

Chung Myung smirks.

"Why would I do that?"

"……."

Perhaps the answer was unexpected, Baek Chun lost his words and stared blankly at Chung Myung.

"It's annoying and I don't get anything, so I don't think I have to put up with it."

"……I am your sasuk. Aren't we disciple of the same sect?"

"So, you must have spent some time to supervising the training of the third-class disciples"

Baek Chun closed his mouth. He has nothing to say when this comes out. Certainly, he has never paid much attention to the training of his third-class disciples. Because he thought it was the role of Ungum.

“But aren’t you already watching the training of the third-class disciples?”

"Why do you think so?"

When Chung Myung asked back, Baek Chun closed his mouth trying to say something.

Why? Why...….

The reason is too simple. This is because the third-class disciples are no less than Chung Myung's. It's annoying, but if you raise it well, you'll be able to live without lifting a finger. (I just can’t. the raw is 그 이유는 너무도 간단하다. 삼대제자들은 청명의 수하나 다름없기 때문이다. 지금이야 귀찮고 짜증 나지만, 잘 키워 놓으면 나중에는 손가락 하나 까딱하지 않고 살 수 있을 것이다.)

Baek Chun sighed deeply.

"It's a story about bowing your head."

"You are making a human being with a casual face. How dare I say such a thing?"

It means that you should grow on your own and don't ask such a thing.

.Baek Chun hated himself for understanding these words perfectly.

"……Well, there's Mount Hua's law after all."

"Sasuk."

"Huh?"

Chung Myung says nonchalantly.

"Did you see the third-class disciples train?"

"……I've seen it."

It seems like rolling people like a pine cone.

And it's amazing to be able still alive.

"Do you think I can do that to sasuk?"

"……."

The exact answer is...

'You will, you can, you are not someone who cares about other people's eyes.' (I recreate the sentence. It different from the actual mtl, this will probably happen often, and also has happened in the past. If you prefer me not to recreate it (just add what comes out of mtl). You can leave a comment)

It's close to that, but Baek Chun was a person who knew how to speak.

"It's hard, 'cause you're a decent guy."

"Yes, yes."

‘That's right, bitch.’.

Chung Myung shrugs.

"That's why I can't. I can do something about my peers, but I can't do anything about sasuk. I'm sure the elders will not let me do that."

Baek Chun looked at Chung Myung still.

‘So you actually can make us stronger.'

He just saying there's one problem or another, but not impossible.

"So if all of that is solved, you'll make us stronger, right?"

"Have you not seen it with your own eyes?"

‘I saw.’

‘That's why I came here.’

Baek Chun sighed deeply.

Chung Myung taught the third-class disciples of Mount Hua to defeat the third-class disciples of Southern Edge Sect, and in his own hands defeated Jin Geum Ryong and the second-class disciples of Southern Edge Sect.

These are the ones the second-class disciples of Mount Hua have not even touched.

Baek Chun bites his lips tightly.

"We'll figure it out."

"How?"

"We're not your sasuk while we're in training. Those who is taught is only a pupil. I will respect you as a teacher."

"Ho!"

Chung Myung shook his head when he looked at Baek Chun as if he was interested.

"That's not enough."

"……Why?"

“If you curse after training, what can I do?.”

"……."

Baek Chun said with a blank face.

"No, we're not that low……."

"One day of training will change your words. My sahyung wasn't like that at first."

Baek Chun is speechless and looks at Chung Myung.

"Well, then what should I do?"

"If you want to do it, you have to do it clearly."

Chung Myung popped his finger.

"If you want to learn, bow down properly, regardless of whether it's training time or not. Then I'll do it. But if you don't, I can't do anything for you. I have to live, too."

"……."

Baek Chun is in deep agony.

But the concern was only a moment.

‘Do I even have any pride left?'

It is disgraceful to bow to sajil. But it's a greater disgrace that a martial artist is weak. And...

'I want to use that sword someday.'

The sword that destroyed Jin Geum Ryong. Mount Hua's sword doesn't fade away from his mind.

"I understand."

Jin Dong Ryong answered firmly.

"From this moment on, you are not the Sajil of the second-class disciple. Your position still are Sajil, but none of the second-class disciples will attempt to treat you like a sajil. I guarantee in my name."

'Baited.'

Chung Myung had a happy smile around his mouth.

He was thinking about how to catch these fish, but they jump into the net on their own. How can he not be happy?

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"I told you so!"

"Oh, okay. Then come out tomorrow morning."

"……."

"What?"

"Oh, no. Nothing."

Later, it was Baek Chun who thought he had made a big mistake.

Return of The Mount Hua – Episode/Chapter 115. If you're a disciple of Mount Hua, that's enough (5)

(Quick note from Ying: I normally use the names from the translated manhwa. However, the manhwa has yet to reach this point so the names might be different than the translated manhwa in the future. I’ll change the name once I have the time (＾▽＾), thank you for your time and attention.)

"Sect Leader."

Hyun Jong poured tea into a teacup without saying a word. The fragrant aroma of tea permeated the room.

Whenever he felt angry, Hyun Jong made tea like this and drank it. There was nothing else that could calm the mind and body like this.

"The Southern Edge Sect will arrive today."

"Are you all ready?"

"Yes, Sect Leader. There is nothing wrong with the welcoming preparation."


"I'm glad to hear that."

Hyun Jong sighed quietly.

‘At least this time, we can't appear embarrassing.'

It is a shame to fall behind in martial arts, but what embarrassed Hyun Jong the most was that he could not properly treat his disciples.

How did he feel that he had no choice but to show the fallen cupboards, bad food, and depressing sights to those he least wanted to show?

This was a sensitive issue, especially for Hyun Jong, an Elder of the Mount Hua Sect.

It was not easy to endure the eyes of the Southern Edge Sect who looked at him with slight mockery. Previously, he had no choice but to bite his lip and endure the mocking gaze.

"The more I thought about it, the more I realize that child Chung Myung has done a great job."

Un Am kept praising him.

(The raw is 운암이 고소를 머금는다. The MTL was “Un Am held the accusation.” Really, glad there is you, Ying)

Although it was often said that Hyun Jong cared too much about Chung Myung, Un Am fully understood Hyun Jong's feelings. From the perspective of Hyun Jong and Un Am, Chung Myung was like a benefactor who broke a heavy stone in their stomach.

It was not just a matter of eating and living.

It was Mount Hua Sect’s long-standing tradition. That they should at the least show an honorable appearance to others. Although it was taught that appearance is nothing but an empty courtesy but one evaluates one's opponent by what one sees.

People didn’t listen to what you said when you talked and looked like a beggar. (No, the present Chung Myung is originally a beggar though)

Chung Myung not only solved Mount Hua Sect’s livelihood problem but also restored the face of Mount Hua Sect. So how can you spare no expense? (The raw is 그러니 어찌 아끼지 않을 수 있겠는가?)

Un Am's smiling gaze seemed a little strained, so Hyun Jong gave a low cough and offered him tea.

"Drink it."

"Yes, Sect Leader."

Un Am, who took a light sip from the teacup, nodded his head.

"How is it?"

" The scent seems to have gotten stronger. It's been dried for a long time, so it's understandable that the scent is a little thicker."

"Right."

Hyun Jong nodded as if excited.

"Well-dried plum leaves tend to become more fragrant. I realized it after decades of drying plum leaves."

Hyun Jong looked at the teacup and opened his mouth.

"The same goes for Mount Hua Sect. I have just endured it. I said I would reproduce past glory but in fact, it was just too much to endure for each day."

"……Sect Leader."

Hyun Jong, who heard Un Am's voice mixed with slight concern, smiled as if to say not to worry about him.

"But I just continue to persevere and persevered, and for this kind of day to come. Sometimes the answer is to just wait rather than doing any gimmick or trick."

It was a word that held strange reliableness. (The raw is 묘한 현기가 담긴 말이었다.)

Un Am looked at Hyun Jong with a new view.

'We're not the only ones moving forward.'

Sometimes, the Sect Leader feels that it's already over. But people go on until the day they die. Hyun Jong, who walked on the path of a Taoist, will never stop sharpening himself until the day he lost his breath.

How can he not be trustworthy? (The raw is 어찌 믿음직하지 않겠는가?)

"Mount Hua Sect will regain its’ past glory during the leadership of the Sect Leader."

"I'd like that, but if it does, it's not my credit. It's just because of the disciples’ efforts."

"How can it be if it's not the work of Sect Leader?"

"Un Am."

"Yes, Sect Leader."

"I am a person who knows my shortcomings. If Mount Hua Sect had not collapsed, how could I have become a Sect Leader? If my Sahyung hadn't left Mount Hua, I'd just spend my time memorizing books."

Un Am replied in a serious tone.

"They proved themselves ineligible for the Sect Leader position by leaving Mount Hua Sect. You are the most suited person to be Mount Hua Sect’s Sect Leader."

Hyun Jong smiled softly without answering.

It's a bit of an embarrassing story. Hence, he needed to switch the conversation topic.

"So what did you think of the disciples?"

“They’ve finished training and already stabilized the mind and body."

Un Am's face became slightly darker when the word "disciple" came out. (The raw is 이대제자라는 말이 나오자 운암의 얼굴이 살짝 어두워졌다.)

"Sect Leader."

"Say it."

"Honestly, I'm a little scared."

"Scared... Why?"

Un Am let out a deep sigh and continued.

"As I've said before, the momentum is as good as it can be. But isn't it possible to lose momentum depending on the outcome of this conference meeting?"

"Do you think these great disciples will not be able to handle the Southern Edge Sect's disciples?"

"I want to trust the child too. But... as you know...…."

Un Am doesn't dare to continue his words

He knows that the difference between Mount Hua Sect and Southern Edge Sect is incomparable, and Hyeon Jong knows.

Mount Hua Sect was just barely making it through the deepest and darkest ages in its history, but the Southern Edge Sect was facing an unprecedented heyday. Naturally, there is also a big difference between the level of the disciple.

No matter how hard the disciples tried, they still had a long way to go to beat the disciples of the Southern Edge Sect.

Un Am was worried that his disciples, who had just begun to have hope, would be captivated by the sense of defeat again.

"What about the three third-class disciples?"

"……Yes?"

"Won't the third-class disciples also participate in the conference? Aren’t the children already well prepared?"

Un Am was a bit puzzled when Hyun Jong suddenly changed the subject, but there was no way he could not answer the question of Sect Leader.

"I think you're being worried too much."

I’m not.

It's just too excessive.


(the raw is

과하지.

 엄청 과하지.)

On the way here, he had no choice but to express it like this because he had seen the third-class disciples training several times.

The children's training was entirely left to Un Gum, so they could not interfere, but Un Am saw it as an unusual training method.

"They are children who have just entered the sect..."

Hyun Jong nodded quietly.

Hyun Jong fully understood Un Am's concerns.

"Un Am."

"Yes, Sect Leader."

"What if there's a mountain in front of you?"

"That's..."

Un Am could not easily speak.

"I would have no choice but to climb it. If there’s a road, I will go back and walk on it, if there is time, I will take a small break, but if there’s neither of them, I have no choice but to climb the mountain."

"And I'm afraid I won't make it."

"But you'll still get the experience. Wouldn't it be easier to climb the mountain next time?"

Un Am let out a deep sigh.

Not all the words of the Sect Leader are convincing, but there was nothing more to ask. There's no way that there's a special way just because you're a Sect Leader.

When Un Am's expression didn't unfold, Hyun Jong smiled and said.

"The conference is basically a venue for training by exchanging sword techniques."

"……Yes."

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose. Isn't it just important to see who can develop further by using the exchanges as a stepping stone?"

"Sect Leader is right."

"These are guests from far away. Make every effort not to neglect it."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Un Am let out a deep sigh. (The raw is 운암이 깊이 읍을 했다.)

"There will be no problem as Hwang Dae-in of the Eunha Merchant Guild agreed to help." (The raw is "은하상단의 황 대인도 도움을 주기로 했으니 문제는 없을 것입니다.")
(Dae is primarily a male name of Korean origin that means Greatness. I’m not sure if it’s Hwang Dae-in or Dae-in Hwang but I guess we can also call him Elder Hwang or Master Hwang.)

"Hwang Dae-in...…. Yes, I'd like to visit him.”


"Isn't the Sect Leader busy? I'm sure Hwang Dae-in will understand."

"Well, I'd appreciate it if he could."

Since that day, Hwang Dae-in and the Eunha Merchant Guild have literally been pouring gold into Mount Hua Sect. Looking at the scale of the investment, it is doubtful whether the idea is to make Mount Hua Sect into a second Hangzhou or soju.

Won't Southern Edge Sect risk this and fall?” (The raw is  종남에서 이 일을 걸고넘어지지 않겠습니까?)

"Everything will go accordingly."

He was calm, as usual.

Un Am bowed his head deeply and slowly got up from his seat.

"Then I'm going to do a final check."

"You've been through a lot."

"Don't mention it."

Un Am took a step back.

As he quietly closed the door and went outside, Hyun Jong lowered his eyes and looked at the teacup placed in front of Unam.

A teacup that smokes steam which is half-empty seems to tell how Unam feels now.

"It's not important to win..."

Hyun Jong frowned slightly. 

“As a Leader, you will have to speak lies sometimes.”

Hyun Jong also knew that the outcome was more important than anything else. However, the conference is an unwinnable match. And he had to push his disciples into that unwinnable match.

You can't win without a miracle happening.

Unless a miracle happened...

Hyun Jong suppressed his heavy heart and quietly closed his eyes.


* * *

"It's still a small place."

Southern Edge Sect's disciples, who looked around the village, put a subtle sneer in their mouths.

They've already been here two years ago, but Mount Hua was a small city. Compared to Xi'an, where they usually go, it's like a rural area.

"Sahyung, did they really use to be one of the Ten Great Sect?"

"Of course."

"But isn't it too small and shabby for a place where one of Ten Great Sects are located?"

Jin Geum Ryong said with a grin.

"It’s the opposite. Because there is Mount Hua here, a village of this size was created. Mount Hua Sect in the past was strong enough to simply develop villages where people who came to and from the mountain lived."

"I see."

Jong Seo Han nodded as if he finally understood.

"But now, isn't it more of a downfall?"

"That's also true."

Jin Geum Ryong nodded quietly.

Jong Seo Han looked around and opened his mouth.

"I honestly don't know why we're doing this meaningless event. What's the point of exchanging sword techniques with a predictable Mount Hua Sect? I'd rather swing my sword one more time." (The raw is "저는 솔직히 이 의미 없는 행사를 하는 이유를 잘 모르겠습니다. 수준이 뻔한 화산과 검을 나누는 데 무슨 의미가 있습니까? 그 시간에 차라리 검이나 한 번 더 휘두르는 게 낫지요.")

"This is what Elders decided because they have an idea. Watch your mouth."

"Even so...…."

Jong Seo Han slowly turned his head back.

After seeing a person following behind, Jong Seo Han puts a subtle smile on his face.

"Hey, this conference has its own meaning. It is worthwhile to take revenge for those who have been disgraced."

It was a slightly provocative remark.

But Songbaek Lee, who was the target of such provoke, walked silently without answering.
(The MTL was originally Baek Isong but I think this person is Songbaek Lee who got beaten up by Chung Myung when they were at Eunha Merchant Guild.) 

'What a bummer.'

Jong Seo Han furrowed his brow.

Thanks to Chung Myung's solution to the Hwang Dae-in case, the fact that the Eunha Merchant Guild made a deal with Mount Hua Sect instead of the Southern Edge Sect had become a thing that everyone knows in the Southern Edge Sect.

Of course, the gaze towards Songbaek Lee, who was beaten by Chung Myung in front of the small group owner at the Eunha Merchant Guild and gave him the excuse, cannot be good.

'No reaction, there is no taste of teasing.'

Since that day, Songbaek Lee had changed as a person. He used to be quite serious in the past, but now he is more reserved than serious

"We were disgraced by the Mount Hua Sect for the first time in 100 years, so I will repay it, Dae-hyung."

"That is of course."

While Jin Geum Ryong and Jong Seo Han were walking, chatting about various things, Songbaek Lee just walked without getting involved in the conversation.

His gaze went beyond the village to the towering volcano.

‘Is that Mount Hua Sect?’

When he visited here in the past, he was very lighthearted. But now, the shadow of a single person can be seen overlapping Mount Hua Sect.

'Maybe we are going into the cave now.'  (The raw is '어쩌면 우리는 지금 호굴(虎窟)로 들어가는 건지도 모른다.')

In Songbaek Lee's eyes, he could see the smiling face of Chung Myung.

Return of The Mount Hua – Episode/Chapter 89. What are you talking about? I'm the strongest! (4)

Yoon Jong opened his eyes lightly and looked around.

No one.

There is no one.

Unlike yesterday, he couldn’t see any of the second-class disciples today, who would have crept up from the morning and bothered them.

"Is this real?"



It's not that he didn’t believe Chung Myung.

As Jo Gul said, Chung Myung was a person who talks nonsense but didn’t lie.

The problem was that Chung Myung's "solutions" were often far from what ordinary people consider as  "solutions."

‘I thought that he would have caused trouble this time, too.’

‘I think he has done a great job.'

There were still doubts about the "solution" but it seemed certain that it had been "resolved."

"Sahyung. Don't you think what Chung Myung said is true?"

"……."

Yoon Jong nodded despite Jo Gul's insinuation.

But was this acceptable?

‘Now that you have a problem with Senior Brother, what kind of way of thinking is that to remain in the sect, he would beat up the Senior? '

Even if it’s the west continent over there that the common sense of the central continent doesn’t work, wouldn't it be like pretending to be a Confucian scholar and turning his eyes upside down and fixing his manners? (raw is 눈을 까뒤집고 버르장머리를 고쳐 놓겠다고 유학자 빙의할 노릇이 아닌가?)

The problem was the crazy solution actually worked.

‘Where will the future of Mount Hua Sect go to?'

Yoon Jong had never thought of himself as a Kkondae, but when he looked at Chung Myung, he thought being a Kkondae is not so bad.

Wouldn't it be a more beautiful world filled with Kkondae than a guy like that?

"What are you thinking?"

"……I was thinking about the future of Mount Hua and the Kkondaes."
( I don’t quite understand what Kkondae means. I don’t know how to put it so it fit the context)
(Ying: Kkondae is an expression used in South Korea to describe a condescending person. The slang noun however was used by students and teenagers to refer to older people such as fathers and teachers. This is based on Wikipedia so the information might not be correct.)

"……."

Jo Gul.

‘He must be slowly losing his mind’ (mtln: the raw '이 양반도 슬슬 맛이 가나?')

Recognizing that Jo Gul was looking at himself with such eyes, Yoon Jong coughed softly.

The other third-class disciples, who were watching from the side, slowly approached Yoon Jong and talked to him.

"Chung Myung is a little strange today, Sahyung."

"……I guess so."

"What's wrong with him suddenly? I'm afraid that it might be another evil trick."

"You're right."

Yoon Jong looked at the distant sky.

'These people are out of their minds now.'

He can't believe they used the word "evil trick" on their Sasuk. It was unimaginable for Mount Hua Sect’s disciple to use that word before Chung Myung came. However, as with Yoon Jong and Jo Gul, the rest of the third-class disciples were gradually influenced by Chung Myung.

If we kept going on like this, sooner or later we'll only have people like Chung Myung in Mount Hua Sect...

Yoon Jong trembled as if he didn't want to imagine it.

'It's terrifying just thinking about it.'

The problem is that imagination isn't all that improbable.

"I'm more anxious since it's quiet. Shall we take a peek?"

"I don't think those bastards have come to their senses now. Don't you think they’re up to something? Sahyung?"

Oh my god.

Where had the faith and trust between disciples of Mount Hua gone?

"It's noisy. Come on, get ready for practice!"

"……Yes."

Sajil.

(Sajil=A disciple of a Sahyung or Sajae. That means a disciple of a junior or a senior under the same master.)

‘What’s with his temper?'

Yoon Jong sighed deeply when he saw Chung Myung carrying a sword with his disapproval eyes.

Day by day, the Mount Hua sect was moving away from the Mount Hua Sect he once knew. Of course, this couldn’t be said a bad change, but... It was his honest feeling that he didn’t want to open his eyes and see the Mount Hua Sect of the future that Chung Myung will create.

"Sahyung. Did Chung Myung really beat Baek Chun Sasuk?"
(Ying: I’m not sure whether it is Baek Chun Sahyung or Baek Chun Sasuk but I’ll stick with the mtl for now)

Yoon Jong frowned as Jo Gul spoke quietly to others.

"What are you talking about? There's no way he could lie, otherwise, this change wouldn't have happened."

“……No. That’s uh……”

Jo Gul scratched the back of his head.

“I can’t quite understand it. No matter how strong Chung Myung was when he first started, there’s still a difference in the time he spent learning martial arts with Baek Cheon Sasuk."

Yoon Jong also didn't understand this part at all.

‘Does that make any sense?'

It didn’t make sense. But wasn’t it Chung Myung who always made nonsense happen?

"Then Sahyung. Chung Myung is stronger than Baek Chun, right?"

"Why do you keep saying obvious things...…."

“Then how about compared to the Southern Edge Sect?”

Yoon Jong bit his lips.

The Southern Edge Sect?

This was something that even Yoon Jong hadn't really thought about.

"Isn't Chung Myung no inferior to the Southern Edge Sect? He even defeated Baek Chun Sasuk."

"Hmm."

Yoon Jong fell into thought with a hardened face.

"Then if Chung Myung participates in the conference…"

"Hold on."

"Yes, Sahyung."

“If Chung Myung wins the final, what difference does it make?”

"...Wouldn't it be different?"

Yoon Jong shook his head.

"It’s something to celebrate if a master was born within the sect. However, a single master can't do everything. Reputation can be blown away. As soon as Chung Myung disappears, Mount Hua Sect will fall again as it had before."

"……."

"If we want to truly revive the Mount Hua Sect, we must become strong and not rely on Chung Myung. Will we not be able to truly declare the resurrection when the time comes when no one in the world can ignore the disciples of Mount Hua Sect?"

"You're right."

"But as you said, I'm also curious about the conference. That's why we'll split up."

"What do you mean?"

"Chung Myung …"

Yoon Jong took a little deep breath and opened his mouth.

"Will he be a hero who will truly change Mount Hua Sect, or will he be a tyrant who reigns in the small Mount Hua Sect."

Yoon Jong and Jo Gul faced each other with serious eyes.

Chung Myung…

"Oh my God! Knock it off!"

Their heads slowly turn to the side.

Chung Myung was running and swearing at the back.

"……."

"Isn't that Senior Sister?"

Yoo Iseol was chasing Chung Myung, who sprinted with all his might, with an expressionless face.

"Teach me."

"I don't have anything to teach you! I told you not to come! You little leech!"

"The Moon Sword"

"Go to the elders and ask them to teach you!"

"Great Disciple Un Gum is a man. Moon sword is a sword technique for women. Senior Un Gum is weak." (the raw is "운검 사숙조 남자. 월녀검은 여자 검법. 운검 사숙조 월녀검 조예가 약해.")

"Am I a woman? Huh? Am I a woman?"

"Teach me."

"Aghh! How the hell did I ever come across something like this!"

Chung Myung and Yoo Iseol quickly passed between the two of them. Yoon Jong and Jo Gul looked at the two of them with eyes full of color with absurdity.

‘Since when did those two get along?'

"Was Senior Sister Yoo always that talkative? I think I've just heard her voice more than I've ever heard from her since I entered Mount Hua Sect.'

‘No, but is it okay to talk to Senior Sister like that?'

He was a man with no common sense anyway.

"……What you said earlier. Whether he's the hero or a tyrant."

"Walk."

"Yes, Sahyung."

"Let's just train."

"...Yes."

Baek Sang's face is distorted. (he is some sort of the closest person to Baek Chun)

"Sahyung. Are you really going to leave it that way?"

Baek Chun smiled broadly as he listened to Baek Sang's complaints.

"Why are you so angry?"

"Aren't these guys too arrogant right now! Especially that guy Chung Myung doesn't show any signs of remorse. Isn't it right to punish them even now?"


Punishment?

You?

“How dare I do that?”

"Yes?"

"No, it's nothing."

Baek Cheon forced the corners of his mouth up.

There's no place in his body that doesn't hurt.

His eyes turned to Chung Myung, who ran away from Yoo Iseol.

‘Poisonous son of a b*tch.’ (the raw is '독한 새끼.')

How could he hit a person so well that he didn’t leave a scar on the outside? The more Baek Chun thought about it, the more ridiculous it was.

Thanks to this, he was able to avoid being humiliated in front of others, but there was no place to complain about this injustice. If he complained of being beaten by a scoundrel without a scratch, he'll be treated like a madman.

Or he’ll be treated like a nerd who never existed.

Of course, even if there is a wound, Baek Cheon didn’t want to say that he was beaten like a dog while fighting against a Junior. Still, he felt kind of disappointed.

"Why are you suddenly telling me to not touch the third-class disciples?"

"Baek Sang.."

"Yes, Sahyung. I don't know what you mean."

It means freezing to death. (the raw is 뜻은 얼어 죽을.)

‘It's because I don't want to get beaten up again.’

But he couldn't say what was on his mind. Baek Cheon also has dignity.

"The conference is just around the corner."

"……That's right.

Baek Chun said with a grim look on his face.

"I was thoughtless. It is always possible to rule the third-class disciples. But the conference is not like that. Isn't the conference an annual event?"

Baek Sang nodded his head silently.

Baek Chun, who confirmed that there was still dissatisfaction with Baek Sang expression, furrowed his brows slightly.

"It is an internal task to rule the third-class disciples, and the conference is an external task related to the honor of Mount Hua Sect. The inside is important, but the outside is also just as important. Furthermore, considering the symbolism of the conference, everything should be put aside and focus on the conference. Don't you think so?"

"……Yes."

"Now, our enemy is the Southern Edge Sect, not the third-class disciples. Don't you remember the purpose of our isolated training?"

Baek Sang sighed deeply and bowed his head.

"Sahyung is right. I must have been out of my mind for a while."

‘I was out of my mind.'

‘And I still am.’

Anyway, it was fortunate that his words seemed to work.

Baek Sang thought,

‘No, you started it in the first place, why are you only pretending to be nice now?'’

Even if he had asked him questions, Baek Sang wouldn't have them answered.

"Thank you for your understanding. Let's put off our work of the third-class disciples for a while. First of all, we must do everything we can for the conference. Ask our brother to inspect their martial arts for the last time and reflect on what they got from the closed training."

"Yes, Sahyung!"

Baek Sang answered energetically and ran to the back.

Looking at that, Baek Chun lowered his eyes with a slightly empty face.

‘After the conference, you won't even remember the bad manner of the third-class disciples."

Because you'll see an unbelievable sight.

Baek Chun turned his head and looked far away at Chung Myung.

‘And we're not the only ones who will be surprised.'

Perhaps the Southern Edge Sect will be more surprised than Mount Hua Sect. When he thought about it, Baek Chun felt like the pain where he was beaten by Chung Myung was going away a little...or not.

It hurt more than ever.

It hurt to the bone.

D*mn it, that was a good beating.

Baek Chun sighed deeply and turned around.

‘I’ll do what I have to do.’

Although there was something twisted due to the sudden appearance of Chung Myung, his purpose from these years ago was to prove himself at the conference. There's no time for this, considering who's coming to the volcano this time.

‘This time I will surely prove my worth.’

But...

Baek Chun turned back, distorting his face.

"But why does he keep hanging out with her?"

It made him feel bad.

Baek Chun, who was glancing at the two, headed to the training center, suppressing a slightly uneasy feeling.

The time was approaching for the conference to begin.

Return of The Mount Hua – Episode/Chapter 88. What are you talking about? I'm the strongest! (3)

Chung Myung, who seemed to be going quiet for a moment, poked his head out again.

"Ahjussi, I have one more question."

"……What the hell is this again?"



Looking at Chung Myung, Namman Yasugung members burst out laughing as if they were stunned.

"You said you've never seen anyone like us before."

"No. It's the first time I've seen a guy like you."

"……."

No. You praising this yangban too much for a first time meeting. (The raw is 이 양반 첨 본 사이에 말씀이 좀 지나치시네.)

“…Anyway. So, are there people of Jungwon who were taken to Namman Yasugung before us?”

"You're saying the obvious."

"What happened to them?"

Namman Yasugung members had a subtle smile.

"Have you ever heard of a man who was caught in Namman Yasugung Clan and released?"

"No, I never."

"You know very well. But what are you asking?"

Chung Myung put his head back in. Then he looked behind him and shrugged his shoulders.

"Is that so?"

"……."

"They're all dead, aren't they?"

Please.

Please close that mouth, Chung Myung-ah. Please.

Mount Hua's disciples now felt rather eager to enter Namman Yasugung places. It's such a terrible misery to be stuck in such a small place with a guy like Chung Myung.

And fortunately, their wishes came true quickly.

"Open the gate!"

The gate of the pavilion opened wide from side to side, and the ox-cart carrying Mount Hua's disciples slowly entered.

"Wow……."

Mount Hua's disciples exclaimed unconsciously.

The scene unfolding inside the pavilion was beyond their imagination.

A large square is lined with numerous martial artist from side to side. And around the warriors, there were beasts loitering, seemingly extraordinary at a glance.

The harmony between humans and the beasts, indeed, gave them a strange feeling that they have never experienced before.

"Isn't that a tiger?"

"No, what kind of tiger is sitting next to a person?"

"That looks like a snake."

"……Why do you have a snake around your neck?"

Baek Chun blinked his eyes.

He has heard that the warriors of Namman Yasugung Clan use wild beast, but he never thought they'd live with the beast.

Besides, the beast here are twice as big as they used to know.

"There's nothing to be surprised about."

One of those who was caught them said coldly.

"You'll soon be feeding those kids full."

Doesn't that sound a bit odd?

We're going to feed...Oh, we're feeding them. So that they don’t get hungry. That's right. (The raw is 우리가 먹일……. 아, 우리가 먹이구나. 그럼 배부르지. 그렇지.)

Chung Myung grinned.

‘It's an interesting sight. If I knew this is the case, I would have come to Namman Yasugung in advance.'

In his previous life, he thought he was wandering only in Jungwon too much.

While they were looking around, the martial artists of Namman Yasugung Clan gathered one after another. Hundreds of people can be seen at a glance. And they passed throught the crowd lightly.

There is no way that all the disciples of Namman Yasugung, which has to monitor the entire Yunnan area, are gathered here.

That means that even those gathered here are not all the powers of the Namman Yasugung Clan.

Considering that fact, it was possible to understand how large Namman Yasugung Clan was.

‘Indeed, it is extravagant.’ (The raw is '과연 세외사궁.')

Baek Chun's face hardened with tension.

Aside from how strong each warrior here is, it is truly amazing that there are so many people who have mastered martial arts.

Even the world-famous Shaolin wouldn't have so many martial artists.

The cow, frightened by the sight of the huge beast, stopped his feet.

Then the Namman Yasugung people who caught them opened the locked door and pulled out Mount Hua's disciples. Dragging them into the middle of the square.
"Oh, take it easy. You gonna pull my wrist off!"

As Chung Myung glared his eyes, the man who was dragging him looked at him in bewilderment.

"I've never seen anyone so fearless in my life. When it comes to temper, it’s like he blowing!"

"What about my temper? Just what? Do you know how my temper actually is?"

Wouldn't it be better not to know?

"Hiik!"

When his opponent was about to have a seizure, the person standing in the back shouted coldly.

"Stop it. Clan Master is coming soon!"

The man 's body shrank at the word "Gungju." Just by looking at the reaction, one could see how frightening Gungju was. (Gungju is likely Clan Master of Namman Yasugung Clan, I will use this from now. And change accordingly to the context.)

They dragged Chung Myung’s group to the center of the square. And they left the center and returned to their respective seats.

They were literally leaving them  as it is.

They do not take away the weapons or try to restrain the group.

"What are they doing when we run away?"

"What do you mean to run away. Can you go all the way to Sichuan after passing through the vast land of Yunnan while avoiding their eyes?"

"…I see."

It will take 10 days just to go back the way they had come. It is by no means easy to escape from Yunnan, which is the territory of Namman Yasugung Clan.

"And I don't think it's easy to get away from here right now. They all….  stronger than we thought."

Mount Hua's disciples looked around with nervous eyes.

It's intimidating.

The copper-colored body of lined fighters are tightly packed with solid muscles. The eyes were all intense and fierce. Unlike the freedom felt in the name of Namman Yasugung Clan, everyone seemed to be a well-organized soldier.

That alone is intimidating, but the wild beasts who freely travel in between sometimes reveal their teeth and threaten them.

The sharp teeth of a tiger growling at them are frightening.

"...if that tiger was in Jungwon, you can easily hear the name of Mountain God, right?"

"Isn't that not a tiger by then?"

"A bird as big as a human has been flying above my head since before."

"……I have no idea. Why are you wrapping a snake around your neck?"

Something is tingling.

It's not because the enemy is strong. It is anxiety that comes from facing something unknown that has never been experienced before.

The sense of alienation they felt in Yunnan or Kunming is nothing compared to what they feel in Namman Yasugung Clan now.

It was like a different world here.

And at that moment!

With a sharp sound, a huge beast rushes right in front of them. (The raw is 섬전)

"Wha, what!"

Whoosh!

The rushed beast stopped just one step ahead. The whole body was covered in pure white fur. The image of the beast threatening with his hair up... … .

"Is- Is that sacred beast."

"Is it a cat?"

What?

Everyone's head turned to Chung Myung.

Does this bastard have no eyes?

"Ck, ck, ck. Come here. Ck, ck!"

"Don't do that! Your finger will be cut off!"

When Chung Myung, who was squatting, reached out to the beast who was clearly angry, Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol freaked out and tried to stop him.

But Chung Myung was very nonchalant.

"Why? You're so obedient. Aren’t you a good boy?”

"Huh?"

Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong rub their eyes.

The white Dambi, who had been keeping his fur up until a while ago, was licking his hand as he almost fell into Chung Myung's arms. (I’ll leave as it is, Dambi. The raw is 담비 and they say marten.)

It was as if he was acting cute.….

"Desperate?"

"…What did you think?"

The way the beast wags his tail is somehow desperate rather than cute.

"…it must be a sacred creature."

"The intelligence is remarkable. Even if it's not right, it's definitely a sacred beast."

It is said that the sacred beast instinctively knows whether someone is a good or a bad person.

If a sacred beast has to wag his tail so hard, how bad of a character is Chung Myung?

In any case, thanks to that, they felt a little relaxed.

Chung Myung giggled at Baek Chun as he pushed the sacred beast onto him.

"Bite, bite!"

"Stop it!"

"Grrr!"

Baek Chun gritted his teeth.

He can't believe Chung Myung is fooling around even at this moment. He doesn't know whether it's great or crazy.

And that moment!

Bam!

The gate of a large pavilion built on a stone staircase suddenly opened. And from there, a man walked out proudly.

"Wow……."

"Oh……."

In an instant, all of Mount Hua's disciples were overwhelmed by the sight.

Thick arms and legs, which look as if they were embedded with a stone pillar, are swollen as if the muscles are bursting, and the muscles around the shoulder and hand which are exposed through the fur gaps of the animals wrapped in the bodies look harder than steel.

The long hair that grew below the shoulder showed explosive wildness due to its rough texture like a wire.

'This, this man...….'

The man, who walked slowly like a tiger, glared at Mount Hua’s disciples with blazing eyes.

"Jungwon people!"

Baek Chun closed his eyes tightly at the loud roar.

Sometimes, one can feel more in tone than in words. In the short cry of Namman Yasugung Clan Master, his hostility towards Jungwon people was fully revealed.

'I thought it too soft from the beginning.'

If  Namman Yasugung's hostility toward Jungwon is that level, things will not work out easily at all costs.

Krrt.

Namman Yasugung Clan Master who had gritted his teeth fiercely shouted..

"Who are you! How dare you come into this sacred land under cover of your identity! Say it! If the reason is not enough, I'll tear you all apart and feed it to animals!"

The voice vibrates the surrounding with tremendous energy.

Baek Chun tries to cover his ears unknowingly, but flinches and puts his hands down.

‘What a tremendous internal strength.'

It is such a strong internal strength that overshadows even the head of the Tang Family.

Internal strength is not all about the force it carries, but at least the internal strength of Namman Yasugung Clan Master was at a level that was unique among those he had seen so far.

"Speak! You damned midgets! If you don't, I'll tear you to death right now!"

The Clan Master’s eyes were bloodshot.

It is not an attitude that listens to excuses. He is determined to find a cause to rip and kill the disciple of the Mount Hua Sect.

'What should I do?'

Cold sweat breaks out on Baek Chun's forehead. A single slip of the tongue can't be undone...….

It was then.

"We're from Mount Hua Sect."

Mount Hua’s disciples turn their heads.

Chung Myung had already taken a few steps forward. And while calmly scratching his nose, he said.

"I'm here to find something. Can you help me?"

"Huh……."

"Hey! Hey, you punk!"

"…hic."

Yoo Iseol, who maintains her composure anytime and anywhere, hiccuped as if she was surprised.

Well, it was needless to say...….

"Mount Hua? Did you just say Mount Hua?"

"Yes, I'm from Mount Hua."

Sure enough, Clan Master's eyes radiated a tremendous light.

"Are you referring to Mount Hua Sect that used to be one of the cursed Ten Great Sect? That Mount Hua in Shaanxi! You are the disciples of Mount Hua!"

The face of Yasugung-ju is distorted. His voice became twice as loud, and the internal strength contained in it doubled. Mount Hua’s disciple's knees faltered because of the voices that erupted almost to the level of Qigong Voice Method (音功). (Yasugung-ju = Clan Master.)

But Chung Myung didn't lose any confidence and shouted proudly.

"Yes, that Mount Hua!"

"This……."

Yasugung-ju ran down the stairs and ran straight toward Chung Myung with a formidable momentum.

And he stopped like a rock right in front of Chung Myung.

"……."

The disciples of Mount Hua froze on the spot.

As soon as Yasugung-ju stood in front of Chung Myung, they realized how huge he was. Chung Myung is not short either but his head only reaches the chest of Yasugung-ju.

The momentum emanating from that huge body was truly incredible. Just looking at it has put strength in their mouth tense and stiffened their body.

And contrary to the momentum, Yasugung-ju whispered in a very small voice.

"Mount Hua?"

It was a low-pitched, and therefore more threatening voice.

"……."

Yasugung-ju, who was staring at Chung Myung with his eyes as if he was going to tear Chung Myung with his eyes alone, suddenly raised his arms. It was as if he was going to smash Chung Myung with his arms and crush him as it is.

Baek Chun unwittingly drew his sword. But before he can even start his move, Yasugung-ju hits his arm with a powerful blow.

A erupted from Baek Chun's mouth.

"No!"

Tak!

However, Namman Yasugung-ju's big hands, which seemed to crush Chung Myung immediately, grabbed Chung Myung's shoulders. He gave strength to the hand and said with a strong voice.

"So you're the descendants of Plum Blossom Sword Saint!"

"…what?"

Huh?

‘Why is that name coming out here?’

"I never thought I'd meet a descendant of Plum Blossom Sword Saint in my lifetime! Welcome! Namman Yasugung Clan welcomes the descendants of Plum Blossom Sword Saint! His descendants deserve to be guests of Namman Yasugung Clan!"

"……."

‘Pardon?’

‘Why?’

"Hahahahaha! Prepare for the feast! A guest! A guest has arrived!"

Yasugung-ju laughed and shouted.

Then Namman Yasugung people cheered and began to move in unison.

Watching the scene dazedly, Yoon Jong turned his head to look at Baek Chun.

"What's going on here?"

"……."

‘Would I know it?’

‘Me?’

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