Return of the Mount Hua Sect

Just because the finals had started, didn’t mean anything had changed.

Was it because the atmosphere had already been a little more serious, and the expectations could only be a little higher?

The seats of the sect leaders were still up on the podium.

The only thing that had changed, albeit minutely, was the layout.

‘The Nine Great Sects One Union. And it was the same for the Five Great Families.’

Hyun Jong glanced down at his chair. No, he confirmed that it was his chair.

The front.

Everyone had been shifted, and now his seat wasn’t in the second row… it was now in the frontmost row. His chair was added right next to the seats of the Nine Great Sects and Five Great Families.

-The seating arrangements really don’t matter, but I am a little embarrassed because the sect leader with the most disciples in the finals is made to sit in the second row.

The words of Tang Gunak had made a decisive blow. In the end, the sect leaders who had sensitive ears simply agreed and moved.

Although this was only an evaluation based on their performance, Mount Hua was recognized as good enough to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the other sects.

If things had been normal, blinking at the man was the only consideration they needed to show.

But only if things were normal.

Unfortunately, even the current Hyun Jong wasn’t normal.

The sounds of the other sect leaders gossiping could be heard around him.

“Gambling…”

“People are gambling in the holy land of Shaolin, what the hell?”

“What sect are they from?”

“I heard he is the gate leader of the Huayoung Gate.”

“Huayoung Gate? Has anyone ever heard of them before?”

Whenever Huayoung Gate and gambling came up, Hyun Jong flinched as if someone had poked him in the ass.

‘This.’

As he had thought, it might be better to run away right now. But since he had already climbed up the podium, he couldn’t do it.

At that moment, Wudang Sect’s Heo Do Jinin smiled subtly and opened his mouth,

“Huyoung Gate…”

In a slightly low voice, he mumbled,

“It seems like a place I know?”

“…”

Hyun Jong’s face paled as he looked at him.

In the past, Mount Hua had collided with Wudang for Huayoung.

Heo Do Jinin, who was from Wudang, was bound to know that Huayoung Gate was from Mount Hua.

Heo Do Jinin looked at Hyun Jong and smiled.

But Hyun Jong felt like this smile was from a viper.

“You know the Huayoung Gate?”

“How is the Wudang Sect able to know such a place? Come on, speak up, Sect Leader.”

“We need to act now.”

Hearing this, Hyun Jong was sweating bullets trying to think about how to deal with all this,

“Is there a problem?”

“… Uh?”

Tang Gunak, who noticed this, spoke up and said to the other sect leaders,

“This is Shaolin.”

“Right. Doesn’t that mean it is forbidden? Would we even care about gambling if it wasn’t in Shaolin?”

“You do not understand, it means that the Shaolin will be the one handling the situation here.”

At that, everyone shut their mouths.

“I understand you were worried, but please be careful with your words and actions. Each and every rebuke could be considered a criticism of Shaolin. If one has common sense, who would dare open such a stall without Shaolin’s permission?”

At those words, and in unison, all looked at the Abbot.

The Abbot, who looked at their expressions, smiled,

“Isn’t that alright?”

“A-Abbot.”

“But… this is the sacred ground of Shaolin…”

He was a bit flustered with so many gazes on him, but the abbot smiled,

“I never thought of Shaolin as a sacred place.”

“…”

The Abbot lightly joined his hands together..

“It is impossible to say that Shaolin is a common temple like any other in the world. Having said that, all we have is a lot of people who believe in this. Is it such a great place if so many gather, but are unable to enjoy themselves?”

“Umm.”

Seeing this, the sect leaders all coughed and agreed, and the Abbot smiled,

“Isn’t it enough that I am strict with my disciples? It is impossible for us to scold other sect’s disciples who came to watch the competition.”

As soon as those words fell, words of praise poured out,

“As expected of the Abbot.”

“Huhu. Right, this should be a place that is enjoyed to the fullest.”

It didn’t matter if the logic was right.

If the Abbot of the Shaolin Sect says so, it is irrefutable. All the people gathered here were sect leaders, leading some of the largest sects of the world, yet no one dared speak back to this man.

That was the strength that Shaolin had built.

Hyun Jong normally would have felt thrilled at what he saw, but now he could only sigh in relief as this matter had been resolved.

‘It feels like my lifespan has been reduced by ten years.’

After regaining his youth, which seemingly had extended his life, this buffer between death seemed to be eroded away with each day.

Hyun Jong secretly sighed, and looked at the disciples of Mount Hua with sharp eyes.

‘It is fine to lose my life, but you need to get good results in this competition unconditionally!’

Their name had already been blown away, so get the right results! At least the results! You damned idiots!!

“Does it seem like Sect Leader is having a hard time?”

“Uh?”

At Baek Cheon’s words, Chung Myung looked away, not being able to understand,

“The gambling one. That…”

“Ah, right!”

Chung Myung clapped,

“I have to bet too.”

“…”

Chung Myung put his hand in his sleeve and pulled something out.

“… well, how did you bring that money?”

“Money is meant to be invested. Look, bringing it has its uses.”

It gave him the momentum to sweep away the gambling board.

‘Hehe’

Baek Cheon shook his head looking at Chung Myung’s bright smile.

But instead of scolding him for it, he looked at Chung Myung with warm eyes.

“What is with those eyes? Suddenly I hate him… but Sasuk.”

“Uh?”

“I am leaving everything to sasuk in the first round. You know what will happen if you lose.”

“…”

“I need to make some money, so make sure to move according to how I bet. If you don’t want to use a pickaxe in the coal mine, you’d better win even if it means death.”

“…”

Such warm words from sajil to sasuk.

“Chung Myung”

“Uh?”

“Can I ask you one thing?”

“When did I say no? Feel free to ask?”

“Who do you think will win?”

Chung Myung looked at him with a pathetic gaze.

Then, Baek Cheon smiled and said,

“Except you.”

“Uh?”

“Who is most likely to be a winner except you?”

‘Ah, except me?’

Chung Myung thought about it.

“Hmm.”

Chung Myung lightly touched his chin,

“I don’t know.”

“… don’t know?”

“Of course, I know who is the strongest. But a spar isn’t necessarily won by the strongest.”

Just as Baek Cheon was about to ask him to explain, Chung Myung said,

“But I still see those who have a chance. First, the one from Shaolin.”

Baek Cheon nodded his head,

‘Hae Yeon, was it?’

That one punch. That alone seemed enough to put his name on the winning list. No one who watched that spar would disagree.

Chung Myung thought for a moment and said,

“Ah, and the Namgung family too?”

The mention of Namgung’s Do Wei made Baek Cheon frown.

“There is one from Wudang and another from the Hebei Peng family. And… um, should Jin Geum-Ryong be put on that list too? Some will have a hard time dealing with him.”

“… Namgung, Wudang, and Peng.”

All of them had made names for themselves.

“Aside from those three?”

“Is this another ‘except for them’ question?”

“No.”

“… then?”

Chung Myung frowned,

“Without me, it would be sasuk who reigns, isn’t that natural?”

“…”

“What? Not confident?”

Baek Cheon bit his lips which were twitching,

“Not confident?”

At that moment.

“Mount Hua’s Baek Cheon!”

Baek Cheon got up from his seat and looked back at Chung Myung,

“Wait, I will prove it and come back.”

“Uh?”

And he walked to the stage in the most beautiful form. There was no better picture of Baek Cheon wearing his black robe and walking with broad shoulders.

Seeing that beautiful figure, Chung Myung smiled,

‘Such a simple mind.’

That was a lie.

Of course, Baek Cheon was one of the hundred contenders. And if he looked at the probabilities, there were three likely outcomes.

But winning would be difficult.

Because there was one monster.

Chung Myung’s eyes fell on where Shaolin’s disciples were sitting.

‘Hae Yeon, was it?’

He was a guy who could not be defeated.

Current Baek Cheon would have trouble dealing with him. Of course, it wasn’t like there was no way to win.

But as he had mentioned previously, when talking about skill, it wasn’t a dragged-out conversation.

Maybe in a few years, Baek Cheon could grow exponentially in comparison to now.

“Uh, and…”

Chung Myung scratched his head,

“I didn’t talk about the other one from the Southern Edge Sect.”

Well, it would be fine.

Baek Cheon, who went to the stage, looked at his opponent and smiled,

‘Clearly, his name was Jong Seohan.’

A second-class disciple. He was someone who was relegated to the sidelines and left in the shadow of Jin Geum-Ryong.

Jong Seohan looked at Baek Cheon and smiled,

“Thus, I ended up meeting the Handsome White Dragon.”

“…”

“Have you come with a prepared mind?”

Baek Cheon looked at him and looked at where the disciples of Southern Edge were gathered. Jin Geum-Ryong was staring at him with cold eyes,

“Where are you looking?”

“…”

“You’ve got a vain reputation and it seems like you are fine. You don’t deserve to be called sahyung though. You haven’t forgotten, right? Your disciples of Mount Hua have been below us. You are all reaping your luck next to Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon.”

A sharp provocation.

But Baek Cheon was a calm person,

“Ah, right. I agree.”

“… Uh?”

“I said, I agree.”

Jong Seohan looked at Baek Cheon.

‘Are you saying that you have no pride?’

How could you be calm after hearing such words?

But Baek Cheon continued to speak in a calm manner,

“The second-class disciples of Mount Hua never defeated the Southern Edge Sect, and my reputation is clearly overstated.”

“…”

“But why does it matter?”

Srrng.

Baek Cheon drew his sword,

“If I haven’t won before, I just need to win from now on, and if I have a reputation, I just need to make sure that it doesn’t get brought down. I am sorry, but the disciples of Mount Hua aren’t the same as before.”

“You!”

Seeing Jong Seohan angry, Baek Cheon smiled.

It was surprising.

In the past, he trained all this time to defeat his brother, but looking back now, he would have never been able to defeat any disciple of Southern Edge.

There was a huge difference between Mount Hua and Southern Edge.

“Ah. One correction.”

At Baek Cheon’s words, Jong Seohan’s eyes looked doubtful,

“Mount Hua doesn’t cling to the past, but I guess I cling to the past as I am a little timid. The memories of me being smashed in the past are still clear to me.”

Baek Cheon tapped his temple with his finger, and Jong Seohan frowned and said,

“Don’t worry. I will make new memories for you. The experience of being smashed again in front of so many people will not be easy, so it will remain with you for the rest of your life.”

“That is true.”

Baek Cheon smiled brightly,

“As you said, it was Chung Myung who defeated Southern Edge and not us. But now we have a chance, and if I beat you, Jin Geum-Ryong will be next.”

And looking at Jong Seohan’s bright blue eyes,

“I will completely cut the ties Southern Edge has with Mount Hua with my own hands. Watch it. I will prove that the Southern Edge Sect is no longer an opponent for Mount Hua.”

Baek Cheon took the stance of the 24 Movement Plum Blossom Sword technique and raised his sword.

The unique black and pure white qi. A sword that shone in the sunlight.

Everything looked outstanding.

He had the appearance of a hero from a story. All the people were mesmerized by it.

Save only one.

Jong Seohan couldn’t look at him like that,

“Let’s see if that sword is as sharp as your mouth!”

“Don’t worry, it is sharp.”

“Ugh!”

Jong Seohan, who was pushed back with words, grunted and drew his sword.

Baek Cheon turned his head and looked at his brother.

Jin Geum-Ryong had a cold look as usual.

‘Take a good look, hyung.’

The Southern Edge would fall from the hands of Baek Cheon and not Chung Myung.

This would be the last piece of consideration he would show to his family.

Looking at the stage, Yoon Jong clenched his fists.

“Chung Myung, sasuk will win right?”

No answer came.

“Chung Myung?”

When Yoon Jong turned, Chung Myung’s chair was empty, and only Jo Gul stood there next to him with a shaky expression,

“… he went to collect money.”

“…”

For real…

This sect was walking backward.

Very desirable, you damned man.