MOUNT HUA WILL NOT DISAPPEAR (PART 2-5)

Thud!

Another one fell.

The blood drained from the faces of the Southern Edge Sect's disciples as they stood in shock.

Six.

Six had fallen.

A total of six!

Six second-class disciples from the Southern Edge Sect had been defeated by a single third-class disciple. It was an utterly one-sided defeat as well.

But it wasn't the current losses that left them terrified.

What truly scared them was the creeping realization that they may not be able to secure even a single victory in this match.

'Will we be completely annihilated? By just one third-class disciple?'

Their fingers turned numb, and a cold sweat ran down their spine. Their eyes clouded over in despair, and their legs lost strength.

Was there anyone here that didn't understand how disgraceful this was?

This event was one in a thousand; if such news leaked, it would travel the world before the disciples could even return home.

For Mount Hua, this would be a glorious achievement.

And for the Southern Edge sect, this would be a humiliation that would last for generations!

That historically absurd disgrace was occurring right here and now on Mount Hua. Realizing that, the Southern Edge Sect disciples felt a sense of fear that went beyond this moment's pressure.

"Next!"

In their ears echoed the most terrifyingly heartless voice.

No one stepped forward. They weren't stupid. If it happened once or twice, it could be considered luck. But winning six times in a row was no coincidence.

It was unbelievable, but Mount Hua's third-class disciple, Chung Myung, was stronger than them.

Overwhelmingly.

They were no longer afraid of stepping forward and losing. However, the burden of being one of the disciples that contributed to this catastrophic defeat was terrifying beyond measure.

"S-Someone go."

"I-I can't…."

"-Sahyung. Shouldn't Sahyung go?"

"What am I supposed to do? I…"

It was at that moment.

"Pathetic."

Jin Geum-Ryong spoke in a cold voice.

"The disciples of the Great Southern Edge Sect are afraid of a child that's ten years younger than them? You all seem to have forgotten about shame."

Everyone was unable to respond and merely bowed their heads.

Jin Geum-Ryon took a step forward.

"I will go."

"S-Sahyung!"

"I cannot watch that arrogant bastard any longer. So, watch me as I regain the sect's honor! Although, I don't know if there is any honor left to reclaim."

Jin Geum-Ryong's face twisted like a ravenous demon, but someone spoke just as he was about to walk out.

"Stop."

"…"

Jin Geum-Ryong turned to see that Sama Seung was looking at him with a stiff face as he called on someone else.

"Man Jeok."

"… Yes, elder."

"You go."

"… I, I…"

Sama Seung cut the disciple's words off as if to pre-empt and nip any excuses in the bud.

"Go out there and drag him down by the ankles. Do you understand what I mean?"

"… Yes."

Jin Geum-Ryong tried to disagree, but Sama Seung stopped him.

"Come here."

"But the fight is—"

"That's enough. Come here!"

Sama Seung led Jin Geum-Ryong to the back. After reaching an isolated place where no one could hear them, Sama Seung spoke in a low voice.

"Do you think the other kids can win?"

Jin Geum-Ryong couldn't answer.

It was a question with an obvious answer. However, the reason he couldn't respond wasn't that he felt sorry for his juniors. It was because he couldn't understand the reality of what was happening.

Nothing was lacking about the second-class disciples' skills, yet they lacked confidence despite their efforts.

They no longer had any chance against Chung Myung with such a mindset.

Sama Seung spoke bluntly to the confused Jin Geum-Ryong.

"Your thoughts aren't wrong."

"… Yes?"

"That's a monster. No, I would call him a monster cub. But if you leave him alone, he will become a real monster one day."

"… Elder?"

"And that monster will block the Southern Edge Sect's path again. Do you understand what I mean?"

Jin Geum-Ryong's eyes went wide.

'Is that possible?'

Jin Geum-Ryong had to admit that Chung Myung is incredibly strong for his age. But could he really become a hindrance to their sect?

Jin Geum-Ryong bit his lip in frustration.

Saying that Chung Myung would block the sect's path was the same as saying that Jin Geum-Ryong would be unable to handle him. Whether it's true or not, at least Sama Seung thought so.

His blood boiled inside.

'Does that mean I can barely handle that child?'

This was an insult he'd never heard before.

Jin Geum-Ryong's expression revealed the anger that he couldn't hide.

Sama Seung looked deeply into his eyes and spoke.

"Geum-Ryong, you are a genius."

"…"

"But how many people do you think get called geniuses? It's not something I want to say, but there are at least ten men of your caliber in your generation alone. Maybe it's even more than that."

Jin Geum-Ryong tightly clenched his teeth.

Sama Seung coldly asked.

"Do you believe that you can be the strongest in the world in the future?"

Jin Geum-Ryong may be the most confident person in the world, but even he didn't dare to lightly answer that question.

The title of 'strongest in the world' held too much weight.

When Jin Geum-Ryong hesitated to answer, Sama Seung narrowed his eyes.

"Master. Genius. This title may be enough to carry on the spirit of the Southern Edge Sect and lead our sect into a golden era. However!"

Sama Seung finally arrived at the main point he really wanted to say.

"Being the best in the world is impossible."

"…"

"Those who compete for the position of strongest in the world are monsters, not geniuses. Only those who casually ignore common sense, crush down the laws with their power, and defy all reason with their talents can stand on that stage. Right…"

Sama Seung's head slowly turned towards the center.

"Monsters like him."

Jin Geum-Ryong's shoulders trembled.

"Elder, I…!"

Jin Geum-Ryong was about to cry out and protest when he was suppressed by the elder's cold voice.

"But."

It became difficult to breathe.

"He may be a monster, but he is still just a cub. Even a dog can bite a tiger to death if it's just a baby."

Jin Geum-Ryong understood the meaning behind Sama Seung's words and stared at him in shock. As if to affirm Jin Geum-Ryong's startling thoughts, a quiet and eerie voice penetrated his ears.

"Kill him."

"E-Elder."

Sama Seung whispered with a ghastly visage.

"It's still possible. He is a monster, but he can be dealt with now. You must kill him. If you don't kill him now, we will never get another chance in this lifetime."

"…"

"Don't forget. People with talent don't become the best. Among those called geniuses and prodigies, only one person can truly stand at the peak. Do it now! If you can't kill him, at least cut off his arm!"

Jin Geum-Ryong unknowingly stepped back.

'He's lost his mind.'

It wasn't because of what was said, but a certain sense of madness was glowing in his eyes. Whatever it was, it didn't seem normal.

"Elder, think rationally…."

"Rational?"

Sama Seung burst into laughter before grinding his teeth.

"Are you going to live in his shadow for the rest of your life?"

Jin Geum-Ryong shut his mouth.

Under the shadow? …Of that child?

Jin Geum-Ryong clenched his fist. His nails digging into the palm of his hand nearly punctured the flesh.

It was such a humiliating thought that he couldn't bear it.

"The choice is yours."

Sama Seung said while growling.

"You don't need to take all the responsibility for this. You just made a mistake. Mistakes are common in spars like this. Don't you think so?"

Jin Geum-Ryong looked at Sama Seung with fire raging within his eyes and spoke.

"First of all, let me be clear. I am not someone who can be overshadowed by a child like him."

Despite those bold words, Sama Seung waited for Jin Geum-Ryong to continue.

"But."

He continued with a cold face.

"If that child's existence will become an obstacle for the Southern Edge Sect, then there's no reason to follow the rules."

A sinister smile blossomed on Sama Seung's lips.

"That's right."

Thud!

Another disciple fell.

With this, eight have fallen to Chung Myung.

Chung Myung lowered his sword and looked at the Southern Edge Sect.

There were only two left, and he arrogantly stared at his remaining foes.

'Not yet.'

It is too early for despair. There was something else Chung Myung had prepared.

"It doesn't look like I'm getting to ten wins so easily."

Of course, Jin Geum-Ryong would appear in the end, but it's difficult for them to find someone to fill the final role. Who was going to come forward when they were all terrified?

'It's unfortunate. Do I need to be content with my current win record?'

It was then.

Step.

A man steadily walked out without saying a word. Chung Myung seemed shocked upon seeing who it was that approached the stage.

"Why?"

The person approaching smiled modestly.

"I know it's too early for me to compete with you. But… our sect is suffering a great humiliation, so I can't just sit on the sidelines and watch from behind."

"Hmm."

Chung Myung nodded his head.

This guy was surely worth it.

Lee Song-Baek.

Lee Song-Baek, who he had already met at the Eunha Guild, came to face Chung Myung.

"The Southern Edge Sect's Lee Song Baek, a second-class disciple, asks disciple Chung Myung for a match."

"Mount Hua's third-class disciple Chung Myung accepts."

The two stood facing one another with swords drawn.

'What do I do?'

Chung Myung looked at Lee Song-Baek. Even though he was from the Southern Edge Sect, Chung Myung didn't hate him. But…

Chung Myung lowered his sword after much consideration and gently closed his eyes.

'It wouldn't hurt to show him.'

If he could accept and overcome it, then it would be medicinal. If he cannot overcome this, it will become poison. It would all depend on Lee Song-Baek.

"Taaaah!"

Lee Song-Baek screamed as he charged.

Chung Myung's sword also began to move slowly.

Lee Song-Baek was someone that would grow by using the old methods of the Southern Edge Sect. The current Chung Myung could show him where to begin, but…

A little should be enough for Lee Song-Baek.

The tip of Chung Myung's sword was aimed precisely at Lee Song-Baek.

And at that moment.

Lee Song-Baek, who was running towards Chung Myung, opened his eyes wide.

'The s-sword!'

Chung Myung's entire body was covered by the sword. No, the sword that stabbed toward Lee Song-Baek grew so large that it obscured his view of Chung Myung.

'N-No, that's not it either!'

Not visible.

Not being able to feel it.

The only thing he could see and feel was the sword aimed at him.

'Is that True Unity with the Sword?'

A huge shock swept through Lee Song-Baek's body before he could fully comprehend what was happening.

Thud!

As blood dripped down, Lee Song-Baek stepped back and subtly smiled.

'I saw…'

Thud!

Lee Song-Baek fell to the floor.

Nine consecutive losses.

Now there was only one left.

Chung Myung turned to look at the Southern Edge Sect's disciples. No, his gaze was aimed at just one person.

"Come out."

Jin Geum-Ryong.

It's finally time to pay for your sins, Southern Edge Sect.

The sound of wind escaped from Hyun Jong's mouth. Still, he didn't risk turning his eyes away from the center for even a moment.

Hyun Jong's gaze moved from Lee Song-Baek to Chung Myung.

Another win.

After winning nine times, Chung Myung was waiting for his final opponent.

The elders and disciples that gathered together were watching in suffocating silence. No one wanted to disturb this atmosphere by speaking first.

Doubts about Chung Myung?

Doubts about the situation?

Those were probably valid concerns to consider. But they could find out later.

What was important now was that Chung Myung was on the verge of achieving a full victory over the Southern Edge Sect.

'Has this ever happened in the history of Mount Hua?'

Mount Hua and the Southern Edge sect have always been wary of each other. Looking at it objectively, Mount Hua often stood ahead of the Southern Edge Sect throughout history.

Of course, the tide had turned in recent generations. But looking at both sect's histories, it was undeniable.

Yet, as far as Hyun Jong knew, there was never a situation in Mount Hua's history where they crushed the Southern Edge Sect so one-sidedly.

Of course, there were legends that the Southern Edge Sect couldn't even step outside during the Plum Blossom Sword Saint's era, but that was a different matter. There had never been an 'official' incident like this.

At Mount Hua's darkest hour, an unprecedented event was unraveling before their eyes in this time of hardship. They were unable to focus on anything else.

Hyun Jong looked at Chung Myung, who was staring at the other sect.

Confident.

Hyun Jong was more impressed by that dignified attitude than the victories he achieved.

Just when was it?

'When was the last time that a member of Mount Hua could proudly stand against the Southern Edge Sect?'

Was it ever possible for them to stand tall?

'Oh, my ancestors.'

Hyun Jong's eyes kept watering. As Mount Hua's sect leader, he knew that he needed to remain calm and shouldn't show such emotions; however, the passion rising from his heart was overwhelming.

"Sect leader…"

"Don't say anything…."

Hyun Jong shook his head at Hyun Sang's call.

"For now, let's wait and see. What more he can show to us."

Everyone held their breath and focused on Chung Myung's every move.

'Maybe today…'

A hopeful light that had never been seen before emerged in Hyun Jong's eyes.

'Maybe the fate of Mount Hua will change.'

Strange.

The gazes that pierced him.

The feeling of his toes touching the floor.

The wooden sword in his hand.

All of that was different from usual.

Jin Geum-Ryong stepped on stage feeling a burden that was unfamiliar to him.

'Strange.'

Jin Geum-Ryong felt it.

This wasn't the sort of gaze that normally poured onto him. Jin Geum-Ryong had already received looks of anticipation and excitement.

Right.

He was a valiant martial artist that carried the future of the sect. Those who saw him always looked at him with pride and expectation. This was the first time he'd received such looks of anxiety and concern.

'Why?'

'Why are they looking at me like that?'

Jin Geum-Ryong raised his head and saw the figure of Chung Myung looking back at him.

'Right. Because of him.'

It was incomprehensible. But something was raging inside him.

Jin Geum-Ryong worked hard all his life to get to where he stood now.

He strove to have his potential recognized and consistently lived up to the extraordinary expectations of those around him. Naturally, he began to be praised for his efforts. He was a man that might someday become the sect leader of the Southern Edge Sect.

It was the recognition and expectation he earned throughout his life.

But in less than an hour, it all turned into concern and worry.

'Am I that unreliable?'

To the extent that they were worried he couldn't handle a single child from a fallen sect?

A wave of cold and heavy anger swept through Jin Geum-Ryong's body. He stared intently into Chung Myung's eyes.

'I didn't like him from the start.'

That arrogant face, the pretentious attitude, and the sharpness of his gaze.

Above all else, Jin Geum-Ryong despised how arrogantly he behaved. Even when Chung Myung was face to face with Jin Geum-Ryong, it felt as though he was looking down on the Southern Edge Sect.

Jin Geum-Ryong took a deep breath and began to speak with an emotionless voice.

"Should I give you a compliment?"

"I don't need that."

Chung Myung shrugged his shoulders.

"It's not like I did anything great."

"…"

Jin Geum-Ryong looked at the child with cold eyes.

"You dare ignore the Southern Edge sect?"

"Ignore."

Chung Myung chuckled.

"It isn't a matter of ignoring you. There's no reason to be proud of bullying the weak."

Annoying.

Every single word.

"You…"

Jin Geum-Ryong stopped himself as he was about to speak before sighing and shaking his head.

"No. You don't need to be humble. Your skills are enough; any humility from you will upset me."

"Hmm?"

"I admit it. Your strength has earned you the right to be arrogant. Just the fact that you defeated nine of us is shocking. You will be recognized as a once-in-a-lifetime genius."

Chung Myung narrowed his eyes.

Shhh!

Jin Geum-Ryong drew his wooden sword and aimed it at Chung Myung.

"Do you know what your misfortune is?"

"Well?"

"You were born during the same time as me."

Chung Myung had a subtle smile while Jin Geum-Ryong stared at him and continued.

"As a result of that misfortune, you will always stare at my back. Unable to overcome the difference between us, you'll chase after my shadow for the rest of your life."

Chung Myung grinned widely.

"It's good to be so confident."

"I'm not done yet."

Jin Geum-Ryong spoke coldly.

"If you hadn't chosen Mount Hua, you might have been able to overcome your misfortune. If you chose the Southern Edge Sect instead of Mount Hua, you might have had the opportunity to surpass me."

"Really? You think so?"

"I do."

Jin Geum-Ryong cleared his breath and continued.

"Mount Hua is still tied down by the past. Its disciples desperately struggle to recover their lost martial arts and recreate their former glory. But not the Southern Edge Sect. Without lingering on ancient history, we invent a new system and achieve a better future."

Jin Geum-Ryong spoke as if making a declaration.

"That's why Mount Hua will never be able to catch up with the Southern Edge Sect."

"Kua."

Chung Myung exclaimed in admiration.

He wanted to clap too. If someone other than the Southern Edge Sect said it, he might have slapped his Sahyungs on the back of their heads.

'Look at them and learn something, you bastards!'

Chung Myung may have shouted that.

Unfortunately, the future that Jin Geum-Ryong was talking about was achieved by stealing Mount Hua's martial arts.

'What should I do?'

Two things were necessary to bring the truth to light. The first was acknowledging the truth, and the second was having the power to carry through with that announcement.

When the Southern Edge Sect began to study the martial arts they stole from Mount Hua, Chung Myung was so furious that he was worried he would go insane.

But does anger change anything?

Realistically there was no way Mount Hua could punish the Southern Edge Sect.

If the issue was brought to the public, there would only be an outcry of voices demanding that they prove the Southern Edge Sect was actually learning the Plum Blossom Sword technique. Even if Mount Hua restored and displayed the true technique, the Southern Edge Sect would claim that they had been the ones that had their techniques copied and stolen.

The weak Mount Hua had no choice but to suffer.

Why?

They simply didn't have enough power.

Martial arts are a sensitive subject. Those who leak their sect's techniques would pay with their lives, and those who steal them from others should be prepared for an all-out war.

But Mount Hua cannot punish the Southern Edge Sect. The moment they raise the issue, the Southern Edge Sect will wage war on Mount Hua, and no one in the world could help them then.

No one would risk their lives to defend a collapsing sect.

So, Chung Myung stayed patient.

Until this moment!

He suppressed his boiling anger and endured his urge to charge into the Southern Edge Sect and slaughter them all.

For this moment alone.

A gruesome smile spread across his face.

"The future of the Southern Edge Sect. That is a good thing to say."

Chung Myung smiled at Jin Geum-Ryong.

Right. Chung Myung also thought about the Southern Edge Sect's future a lot.

What to do with their future?

Chung Myung left one seed in the Southern Edge Sect a little while ago. It was unknown if the seed would grow or not, but it served its purpose.

So, he would no longer act as a third-class disciple from Mount Hua from this moment on.

He would be acting as Chung Myung, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, to those filthy people who ripped them off after they showed grace.

"That future…"

Chung Myung raised his sword.

"I'll present it to you as a gift."

"Right. It'll be a gift that you will never forget for the rest of your life, so you'd better keep your eyes open."

Jin Geum-Ryong looked at him, unable to understand. But Chung Myung smiled.

'The perfect gift.'

Like a curse.

Restoring Mount Hua and destroying the current Southern Edge Sect wouldn't be enough to relieve Chung Myung's anger.

He was about to cut off the Southern Edge Sect's future forever.

'You covet the sword of Mount Hua?'

Chung Myung smiled and laughed like a wolf facing his prey.

"Then receive it properly."

'I will show it to you, so don't forget it.'

Chung Myung tightly grasped his sword.

"Get away!"

"Sasuk!"

"Baek Cheon Sahyung!"

Mount Hua's disciples couldn't breathe as they looked at the center of the arena but were startled when a voice came from behind.

Baek Cheon staggered his way inside.

"S-Sahyung! Are you alright?"

Listening to the questions pouring in, Baek Cheon simply waved his hand and walked ahead.

Seeing this, Baek Sang shouted.

"Ch-Chair! Get a chair!"

"Yes, Sasuk!"

One of the third-class disciples hurriedly brought a chair for Baek Cheon. However, Baek Cheon only stared at Chung Myung and Jin Geum-Ryong without even looking at the chair.

'I need to see this.'

As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard that Chung Myung had nine straight wins.

It was impossible for him to remain lying down after hearing that. Even if his body was shattered, he needed to be there to cheer for Chung Myung.

Jin Geum-Ryong.

And Chung Myung.

Two people that held a special meaning to him were facing one another.

'Win. Chung Myung!'

Baek Cheon's earnest eyes shone with a desperate light.

Swish!

Swish!

Both Chung Myung and Jin Geum-Ryong's swords began to move with a low sound.

Whatever the outcome may be, the results of this battle would ring throughout the land and echo across the world.

Mount Hua's disciples opened their eyes wide. They refused to miss even a single moment of this historic battle.

"Elder, will Sahyung win?"

Seeing the elder tightly biting his lips, the disciple asked cautiously. Sama Seung parted his lips to answer as a stream of blood trickled down his chin.

"Will he win?"

It was an absurd question.

"He has to win, no matter what."

If that monster's wings aren't broken today, then he would continue to soar further into the sky.

Once that monster ascends, no one will ever be able to catch up. From that moment on, that monster would become a dragon.

This might be the last chance.

It might be the worst-case scenario, but Sama Seung hadn't given up hope.

'It'll be possible for Jin Geum-Ryong.'

Although he was also a second-class disciple, Sama Seung had faith in him. Jin Geum-Ryong's abilities stood far above the others. Although Sama Seung had spoken harshly to him, he firmly believed that Jin Geum-Ryong could stand among the best in the world with enough luck.

In other words?

If Jin Geum-Ryong cannot defeat that child, then no one in this world within that age range will be able to stop Chung Myung. In other words, if Chung Myung defeats Jin Geum-Ryong today, then Chung Myung will naturally take his place as the strongest in his generation.

That outcome was unacceptable.

'We should have stopped him sooner.'

Even if they had been criticized, Mount Hua should have been exterminated before it came to this. This was the result of them not destroying Mount Hua properly.

'Damn those Mount Hua bastards!'

Sama Seung glared at them.

He could not allow history to remember this day as the Southern Edge Sect's disgrace.

Never!

At that moment, Jin Geum-Ryong's sword began to bloom like a fantasy. Sama Seung clenched his fists as he watched the Twelve Movement Snow Flower Sword technique unfold perfectly.

'This sword will take your breath away!'

Chung Myung looked at the sword.

'Similar.'

The movement was copied really well.

The splendor.

The beauty of a single flower, as if it was alive and breathing. And a keen, fatal blow hidden behind the beauty.

Truly, the Twenty-Four Movement Plum Blossom Sword technique.

It is different from what Lee Song-Baek performed. If Lee Song-Baek's sword was merely an imitation of Mount Hua's technique, then Jin Geum-Ryong's sword had an elegance that even Chung Myung might admire.

Anyone bearing witness to such a fantastic sword would end up praising it.

But

The person in front of Jin Geum-Ryong was Chung Myung.

And he avoided the sword.

Swish!

Jin Geum-Ryong's sword cut the hem of Chung Myung's robe.

Swish!

The tip of his hair was also cut.

Swish!

Soon, it brushed past Chung Myung's cheek. A red line appeared, and a drop of blood trickled down.

Chung Myung easily stepped back and raised a finger to wipe away the flowing blood before licking his finger. Bittersweet.

"You won't be able to defeat me by running away like that."

Hearing Jin Geum-Ryong's provocation, Chung Myung simply looked back at him in silence.

Jin Geum-Ryong's eyes revealed a sense of peace, and he appeared relaxed.

"Once upon a time, Mount Hua made a name for itself with a sword resembling a flower, right?"

"…"

"But that's a story of the past. Now even those legends will be buried beneath the Southern Edge Sect's new sword. The world will remember the tales of my sect and forget the sword of Mount Hua."

Chung Myung quietly listened without responding.

"The ancestors of my sect created this technique to show the world that the Southern Edge Sect's swordsmanship will always be superior to Mount Hua's. I honestly believe that it was a meaningless act. What's the point in proving our superiority over a dying sect? However!"

Jin Geum-Ryong spoke in a cold voice.

"There is meaning in this sword technique being the one that severs the last breath from Mount Hua. Come! I will end this dying legacy!"

Arrogant words, but it was a poignant talk.

However, Chung Myung's reaction to this was different from what Jin Geum-Ryong expected.

"Pffft."

"…?"

Chung Myung covered his mouth and then began to lose himself in laughter.

"… what are you doing?"

Chung Myung, who struggled to hold back his laughter, shook his hand with his head down.

"No. No. I am trying, but I just can't hold it back anymore."

Chung Myung smiled, revealed his teeth, and raised his sword at Jin Geum-Ryong.

"I enjoyed the show. That act… well, it is more like a clown."

"Clown?"

"Right. I enjoyed that clumsy impersonation. Even I can do it if it's only at that level."

Jin Geum-Ryong's face was distorted. He gnashed his teeth, and his forehead crumpled.

"How dare you… compare my sword to a mimicry?"

"Ah, don't get me wrong. It isn't like I am looking down on you. Rather, it's the sword technique or… perhaps, it's the Southern Edge Sect, who invented the technique, that I'm looking down on?"

Jin Geum-Ryong glared at Chung Myung. Yet, Chung Myung didn't back down.

"You don't need to glare at me like that. I am going to give you a gift. I'll fill the void in that sword technique.'

"… it would be better for you to think about how you can escape with your body intact."

"I don't think that's something that a person who could barely touch their opponent should say."

Jin Geum-Ryong flinched.

The Twelve Movement Snow Flower Sword technique. The opponent shouldn't be able to distinguish between genuine strikes and illusory falsehoods. So, wouldn't it be impossible for Chung Myung to avoid it?

Jin Geum-Ryong's knuckles turned white as he clenched his sword.

Chung Myung wouldn't be able to survive once this technique was displayed, and Mount Hua wouldn't dare to ask Jin Geum-Ryong to pay for his actions either. If they pressed charges, they would have to deal with the entire Southern Edge Sect.

In the end, the strong dominate the weak.

The weak may complain about injustice, but they can never punish the strong. An absolute law that can never be changed.

"You…"

However, Chung Myung brutally interrupted Jin Geum-Ryong.

"I will ask you one thing."

It was an unfamiliar tone.

"Just what is that sword?"

"… what do you mean?"

"No, don't bother. That's enough."

Chung Myung shook his head.

It meant that he meant nothing.

Chung Myung suppressed his true intention and spoke with a smirk in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

"That's a pretty good imitation, but it won't be enough. Mount Hua's sword is faster, sharper, and more dazzling."

Everyone certainly heard that declaration.

With this…

The Southern Edge Sect would be unable to escape from the curse.

"Even now, you've got a big mouth."

"If you find a way to kill my mouth, let me know. Anyway, you're the one that's been doing all the talking for a while."

"You…"

Jin Geum-Ryong moved his sword, deciding not to exchange words anymore. He was going to fight it out and not talk.

One win.

Just one win.

His sword was splendid and swiftly traversed through the air. The qi emanating from the sword began to form vivid flower patterns.

One win.

And another win in a different aspect.

Soon, the flowers created by Jin Geum-Ryong began to cover the area.

As beautiful as can be, yet equally as dangerous.

'You will die by this sword!'

Twelve Movement Snow Flower Sword technique.

Jin Geum-Ryong displayed the perfect version of this technique, the Snow Flower Full Heaven.

The flower that dyed the world in white began to wrap around Chung Myung as if wanting to tear his body to shreds.

"C-Chung Myung!"

Screams erupted from all around.

The disciples of Mount Hua, who were silently watching as if possessed, jumped up from their seats at once.

They knew.

How dangerous that sword could be.

They didn't have to be there to know. Just looking at it from afar was enough to make goosebumps rise and their hearts skip a beat.

Chung Myung, whose strength always instilled confidence and faith in them, suddenly seemed to have fallen into a dangerous situation where his survival was uncertain.

Yoon Jong clasped his hands in front of his chest without realizing it.

'Heavenly God!'

Jin Geum-Ryong's sword was so fierce that they worried for the safety of the monster-like Chung Myung. It seemed like no one could survive in that storm of snow flowers.

Even Baek Cheon was screaming for Chung Myung.

But just one.

Yu Yiseol, bit her lip as she looked at the scene without much agitation. However, a single question crossed her mind.

'That's…?'

A sight she had seen before. Perhaps it was something familiar too? Something she'd seen recently, but…

'Different.'

Something felt different.

This sword wasn't too different from what she knew. However, it didn't give that same feeling of her soul being sucked in, like Chung Myung's sword.

What was different?

Yu Yiseol turned her sights on Chung Myung.

He would be the one to tell them what was different.

Chung Myung had a subtle expression as he looked at the waves of flowers around.

'This is another kind of experience.'

It was different from when he was with his Sahyungs. It was rare to feel true killing intent from his Sahyungs.

'This must be how those demonic bastards felt when they faced the Twenty-Four Movement Plum Blossom Sword technique.'

Maybe a little different.

Chung Myung felt no threat, no pressure at all, from this technique.

Why?

'This is just a shell.'

Exactly, the shell of a failed sword.

A technique begins with an idea, then a vision for how it would be displayed. Once the vision is formed, it must be granted substance. A sword that's given substance can be taught and learned. A sword that goes further than that can finally be called one with the Tao.

But this sword was empty.

The idea and vision form the shell of the sword, but there was no substance or deeper meaning. It could never be a true sword technique.

This sword was nothing but a copy of Mount Hua's sword. A shell with no opportunity for growth.

This all happened because of a long-time misunderstanding.

'The Plum Blossom Sword technique makes flowers bloom?'

That is wrong in two ways.

One.

Chung Myung began to move his sword slowly. The disciples of Mount Hua recognized it right away.

'The Seven Sages Sword?'

The disciples all knew that this technique was recently brought back to the sect. But it seemed like a weak choice against the Southern Edge Sect's technique.

At that time, Chung Myung mumbled to himself.

"It isn't the Plum Blossom Sword technique that makes the flowers bloom."

Flowers don't just bloom in dense forests.

Even a single plum tree on a cliff can make flowers bloom.

Whether it was the Plum Blossom or the Seven Sages Sword technique, it wasn't the technique that made the flowers bloom but the disciple who held the sword.

That…

Made a faint flower bloom at the tip of Chung Myung's sword.

A single red flower bloomed amidst the myriad flowers that colored the world white.

It looked like a single Plum Blossom on a snowy mountain.

Snow Plum blossoms bloom alone in the winter when the flowers turn dry and give off a stronger fragrance than others.

Chung Myung's single plum blossom gradually multiplied and soon covered the white world with red plum blossoms, like snow plums blossoming on a snow-capped Mount Hua.

Everyone witnessing this event was mesmerized.

It was too beautiful to be swordsmanship and too majestic to be a man-made scene.

'This is fantasy.'

Time stopped.

In that frozen time, only the plum blossoms that bloomed at that moment continued to release a scent so strong that they captivated the audience's senses.

'This…'

Jin Geum-Ryong saw the tinge of red blooming within the white world he'd created.

A feeble light.

Like a drop of blood that fell on a pure white snowfield, it was nothing more than a tiny dot that seemed fragile yet radiantly shone red.

The red dot soon vividly took on the form of a plum blossom.

One blossom, then another. In an instant, plum blossoms began to blend into Jin Geum-Ryong's technique.

And burned it away.

Just as snow melts in the blazing spring sun, the remnants of Jin Geum-Ryong's technique melted away wherever the red plum blossoms bloomed.

'Plum blossoms?'

It was said that Mount Hua could no longer make plum blossoms bloom. That was why everyone assumed that Mount Hua would be unable to revive again.

The plum blossom is the symbol of Mount Hua, no matter what anyone says. If Mount Hua cannot make the plum blossoms bloom, they could never recapture their former glory.

But at this moment, the plum blossoms that had vanished from Mount Hua's history had begun to bloom again.

Even more vividly and colorful.

"Eik!"

Jin Geum-Ryong couldn't believe it.

He didn't doubt that Chung Myung's sword could give rise to the plum blossoms.

That wasn't what Jin Geum-Ryong failed to understand.

He couldn't believe that the snow flowers he desperately bloomed were melting into Mount Hua's plum blossoms.

'Why?'

The Twelve Movement Snow Flower Sword technique.

This technique contained the last hundred years of the Southern Edge Sect's efforts. Wasn't this sword art supposed to culminate the essence of all Southern Edge's techniques and show their dedication to development?

Even if the legendary plum blossom sword was reproduced, the sword of the Southern Edge sect must be more advanced.

It was impossible that their technique would lose to a relic of the older generations!

But

'Why is this happening?'

Melting away.

Tearing it apart.

The moment the pure white flowers Jin Geum-Ryong created touched Chung Myung's red plum blossoms, they collapsed as if they had never existed at all.

'Why?'

Jin Geum-Ryong's eyes began to tremble.

He couldn't display a sword any more perfect than this. It was a sword that unfolded perfectly, to the point that perfection itself seemed inadequate to describe it. So, why couldn't that shabby plum blossom be defeated?

Crushed.

Twelve Movement Snow Flower Sword.

It was broken.

The sword of the Southern Edge Sect.

Collapsing.

Their pride.

"Uh…"

Everything Jin Geum-Ryong had built up till now was scattered by the red plum blossoms.

"WHYYYYYYYY!"

Jin Geum-Ryong screamed.

Chung Myung swung his sword with a half-hearted look in his eyes.

A stream of red plum blossoms trailed from the tip of his sword. The flowers following Jin Geum-Ryong's sword collapsed without any effort.

'A shell.'

Just a shell. No, an imitation of a shell.

Everyone misunderstands Mount Hua's sword. Even the disciples of Mount Hua misunderstand it.

The Plum Blossom Sword technique, no, the sword of Mount Hua, is a sword that faithfully reproduces the color and beauty of the plum blossoms.

People misunderstand and assume that Mount Hua's sword is judged by how beautiful and sophisticated the plum blossoms are.

But is that all?

Mount Hua is a Taoist sect.

All of Mount Hua's sword techniques walk the path of Tao.

The Wudang sect considered Taiji as their source.

The Diancang sect considered the sun as their source.

The Kongtong sect considers the five elements as their source.

Every Taoist sect in the world resembles a form of nature, and their ultimate goal is to realize the Tao in their body.

But Mount Hua is different.

Mount Hua only pursues plum blossoms with their sword.

When the sword of the Wudang sect reaches its peak, they feel like they have attained their source. QinCheng's sword becomes a blazing sun. The Kongtong sect harnesses the power of the five elements in their sword.

However, Mount Hua has Plum Blossoms and Plum Blossoms alone.

This made Mount Hua different from others. It is a sect that feverishly pursues glorious and beautiful techniques.

But was that all?

Did Mount Hua's Sword only pursue the image of the Plum Blossom?

'Of course not.'

Everyone misunderstood.

Chung Myung finally understood. After swinging the sword again and again, making plum blossoms bloom and spending his entire life with Mount Hua's sword. He managed to climb to a height that no one else had ever reached.

What Mount Hua strove to reproduce wasn't the plum blossom.

Mount Hua didn't imitate the plum blossom. Mount Hua's sword makes plum blossoms bloom.

'It isn't the plum blossom.'

It was the 'blooming.'

"Blooming."

The conception of life.

The fruit of patience finally blooms after persevering through a long winter.

Since the plum blossoms are in full bloom on Mount Hua, they were chosen to represent the ability. But their sword can give birth to new life, so what does it matter which flower they choose to produce?

The essence of Mount Hua's sword is 'blooming.'

Those who become blinded by the splendor of the plum blossoms and sharpen their swords in pursuit of that image will never reach the sect's true essence.

If one can understand that Mount Hua wasn't pursuing the plum blossoms, but 'blooming'… right, once they reach the level of Chung Myung, there was no need to distinguish between techniques.

Even if it was a flower that wasn't the Plum Blossom. Even if it wasn't the Twenty-Four Movement Plum Blossom Sword technique.

Whether it was the Twelve Movement Snow Flower Sword or the Falling Flower Sword, they could make the plum blossoms bloom.

That was the true meaning of Mount Hua's sword.

Those who live under the name of Mount Hua need to bear this in their hearts.

Those that fail to understand this and simply pursue the dazzling sword they see would lose their light and forever wander, unable to reach the peak.

Right.

Like Jin Geum-Ryong.

And just like his ancestors who created that sword technique.

Jin Geum-Ryong stared, mesmerized, by Chung Myung.

'Look clearly.'

How your sword collapses.

Human memory works mysteriously.

The image of the Southern Edge Sect's technique being broken by Chung Myung's more splendid and vivid sword in this conference would be engraved into their memories forever.

Every time they swing their swords, they will remember this sight. Whenever they train, they will try to imitate what they have seen.

In the end, the strength they believed in and depended upon will not help them escape from this curse.

Flashier and even more extraordinary.

But there is nothing at the end. All that exists for them is emptiness.

The more they pursue splendor, the more the Southern Edge Sect would lose their sword and fall deeper into the mire.

Even if those they trusted betray you.

Even if they lost the sword techniques that were the center of their sect.

Even if an enemy pushes into the heart of their sect.

Mount Hua will never disappear.

As long as the spirit of Mount Hua remains what they seek. Then, just as plum blossoms endure the harsh winter and bloom again, Mount Hua will once again make its name in the world.

But what if the Southern Edge Sect lost their techniques? What if they lose the spirit they once pursued? What if they were betrayed by their own ideas?

Even if they haven't suffered a decline, the sect would soon collapse.

Now Chung Myung's sword will serve as poison for these men and become a curse that will bind their futures.

'Look!'

Clearly!

What you tried to steal, what you wanted so much.

'I will show you.'

This would become eternal shackles and would serve as Chung Myung's revenge for what the Southern Edge Sect did to Mount Hua.

Chung Myung's sword gracefully flew across the sky. From the tip of the sword, small plum blossoms bloomed.

First one, and then another.

The plum blossoms constantly bloomed.

A flower that radiated life erupted into the world.

The martial arts are divided into Yin and Yang, and tai chi is divided into five elements. The five elements make up the world, and within that world, life is born.

After all, the world is an endless cycle of decay and rebirth.

In this blooming, there is a path that the ancestors of Mount Hua tried to reach.

Mount Hua's disciples entered Chung Myung's sight. Seeing them mesmerized by Mount Hua's sword evoked a strange sense of sorrow within Chung Myung.

'This is also my atonement.'

What he should have done but couldn't.

'So, look at this now.'

This was what Mount Hua ended up losing.

This was where these disciples would need to climb one day.

"Ahh…"

Hyun Jong exclaimed at what he saw.

He didn't know why he felt this way. The scene before his eyes had touched his heart.

Plum blossoms were fully blooming once again.

The plum blossoms that were out of season were suddenly blooming all around the bleak Mount Hua.

And in that place

There was a spring that never seemed to come.

A spring that never came to Mount Hua, even as the seasons changed.

Spring had never come, even when a young boy grew into a healthy young man. When that young man grew into an old man whose shoulders were crushed under the weight of responsibility, he still waited for the spring to arrive as his hair turned white and his body withered.

Finally, a spring that he had never seen despite the long wait had finally arrived.

Tears welled up in Hyun Jong's eyes.

Right here.

The Mount Hua he longed to see. The long-awaited sword of Mount Hua.

It was right here.

Hyun Jong smiled.

The tears didn't stop, but Hyun Jong smiled.

"Mount Hua."

Mount Hua was still here.

After enduring and enduring all these harsh years, flowers were finally blooming.

"Mount Hua didn't disappear."

Feeding his life, perseverance, and patience, the plum blossom finally bloomed after a hundred years.

And disappeared.

Jin Geum-Ryong's beautiful technique had disappeared like fantasy. The cold and bitter snow flowers were pushed away by the warm wind, and plum blossoms filled the gaps left behind.

Blossoming again and again.

The blooming red plum blossoms filled Jin Geum-Ryong's vision.

A sea of plum blossoms.

A forest of plum blossoms with no end.

'This… is Mount Hua.'

The sword of Mount Hua.

Mount Hua's sword. The sword that the elders of the Southern Edge Sect feared so much and tried to recreate.

Only now could Jin Geum-Ryong understand why his elders were so afraid of Mount Hua.

Something about this sword didn't exist in the Southern Edge Sect.

This sword was unique to Mount Hua and could not be attained by others.

The wind blew, and the plum blossoms began to flow together in unison.

The entire world seemed to be filled with them.

The sight of countless petals soaring at once was spectacular.

'Beautiful.'

Jin Geum-Ryong was mesmerized and lost himself in the scene.

Even though he understood his situation, he could not help but be entranced at the sight of the plum blossoms fluttering in front of him.

A sight that didn't seem to belong to the real world. His soul felt as if it was being sucked in.

'What's the difference?'

Why couldn't he create this splendor?

Why wasn't his sword so beautiful?

Why?

The plum blossoms didn't answer him.

They simply covered the world. Gently, splendidly, and majestically.

And

Capturing a scene that he would eternally be unable to forget, a plum leaf softly descended onto Jin Geum-Ryong's forehead.

And silently.

It sank down.