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Return of the Mount Hua Sect (English Translation)

Title: Return of the Mount Hua Sect Alternative: Return of the blossoming blade / Return of the flowery Sect Originally written in Korean Language Author: Biga, LICO Translated by: NM Team Description: The 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the Heavenly Demon Sect’s mountain. Hundreds of years passed, and he was revived as a child. But… What was that? Mount Hua Sect has fallen? What kind of bullshit is that!? Was he supposed to just live his life knowing that? “Fallen? Who said that? That doesn’t matter!” The plum blossoms fall? After a cold winter, spring comes and the plum blossoms come into full bloom once again. “But before the Mount Hua Sect returns, I need to be there first! Even if it’s in ruins, there has to be something left there—Ugh, those people in there!” And so began the struggle of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, Chung Myung, to save the fallen Mount Hua Sect.

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Plum blossoms will cover the sky someday (PART 1&2)

Dawn of the next day.

"… Sahyung."

"…"

"Why are they here?"

"Well."

'How am I even supposed to answer that?'

Mount Hua's third-class disciples trembled as they watched the second-class disciples approaching in the morning light.

Since Mount Hua is located on a high mountain, the morning air is rather cold. A white fog was created as warm breaths were exhaled against the frigid air. Compounded with the second-class disciples marching forward, the sight of it looked like aged warriors heading for the battlefield.

"Are we going to die today?"

"I doubt that would happen."

Before long, all the second-class disciples came out and lined up across the third-class disciples.

Finally, Baek Cheon slowly walked out and stood at the front.

"Is everyone here?"

"Yes, Sahyung!"

"Yes."

Baek Cheon lightly nodded and looked at everyone with a soft gaze before turning his sights to the sky.

'No way.'

'It can't be.'

At that moment, the White Plum Blossom dorm door opened, and Chung Myung came out yawning.

"Ywan!! Why is it that I can never get enough sleep?"

'Then just sleep in!'

'Why don't you just skip a day!? How can you complain like that and still train every day? Everyday!'

Chung Myung trudged out and approached Yoon Jong. As if he had been waiting for this, Yoon Jong quickly clung to Chung Myung and asked,

"Chung Myung. Why are they out here?"

"Ah. Sasuks."

"Right. The sasuks!"

"Sahyung."

"Huh?"

Chung Myung reached out and put his arm around Yoon Jong's shoulder.

"You must have gone through so much trouble."

"What's this all of a sudden?"

"I know very well just how hard the sahyungs have suffered and been bullied by the sasuks."

'No, they've never done that.'

'If we've ever been hit, it was always by you. Why are you suddenly dragging the sasuks into this?'

"But you can relax. From now on, we'll live in a beautiful world where all people are equal, at least during training."

"A place where all are equal?"

"Yes."

"Isn't that what happens in hell?"

"… Huh?"

'That sounds plausible?'

Yoon Jong's face contorted.

'In the end, he even got the Baek disciples.'

This man's beastly hands stretch out without end. How long had it been since he first drove the third-class disciples to hell? Now you are saying that he even has the second-class disciples in his hands?

'What's going to happen to Mount Hua?'

While Yoon Jong suppressed his rising sadness, Chung Myung went to the center.

"You've all worked hard getting here this early in the morning."

"…"

"This instructor is very moved to see everyone 'voluntarily' participating in the training like this."

'Conscience-less bastard!'

'When was the last time you let someone rest from training? Hell is going to have a grand time punishing you!'

The third-class disciples bit their lips, but the second-class disciples surprisingly didn't show much of a reaction.

"Train hard. If you feel refreshed and rewarded after you're done, then it can't be called training. As soon as training ends, you will gasp, curse, and you won't even have the strength to lift your chopsticks. You need to be prepared to shove your face onto your plate just to eat after experiencing real training."

What encouraging words.

"There is no gentle path to becoming strong. Pushing harder and harder with your best effort is the only way to become strong. If you trust and follow this instructor, you will become strong. Do you understand?"

Yoon Jong's face contorted.

'No, he can't act like that to the seniors… it will sting him back…!'

It was then!

"YESSSSS!"

The loud response from the second-class disciples made the third-class disciples step back in shock.

"W-what?"

"What is wrong with them?"

Being taught by someone, a sajil at that, who might be the age of their younger brother, must be embarrassing. But that didn't seem to bother them at all.

'It would be a disgrace if we fall behind the third-class disciples!'

It was shameful to receive Chung Myung's training, but the thought of becoming weaker than all of the third-class disciples was frighteningly shameful.

But it was happening.

The second-class disciples were still stronger for now, but the third-class disciples would likely stand above them in a few years. How would they retain their pride and dignity if they allowed themselves to fall behind their juniors?

'I can't allow that to happen.'

'I'd rather die than see that.'

The eyes of the second-class disciples were bloodshot.

Sometimes a person's spirit is ignited the most by impure motives. No, to be precise, the more impure, the greater the motivation.

A pure desire for strength alone wouldn't result in the second-class disciples going this far. Their pride and insecurity pushed their backs and moved their feet forward.

And lastly….

'I don't know how. But if we learn from that guy, we might be able to defeat the Southern Edge Sect's second-class disciples.'

'No, we can do more than that.'

'It is better to be looked down on in the sect than to be ridiculed out in the world for being weak.'

'Look at them.'

As he received the sparkling gazes of the second-class disciples, Chung Myung said,

"This is it!"

They were eyes that craved to learn!

Chung Myung was proud to see the second-class disciples burning with passion for learning while holding back their complaints. It was a refreshing change from the third-class disciples that were always gloomy and bitter.

Of course, the third-class disciples used to be brighter and more optimistic before he arrived, but Chung Myung didn't think much about such things.

"Well then."

Chung Myung smiled.

"The basics are important in anything. Let's start with strength training. Sahyungs? What are you doing? You need to teach the seniors how the strength training is done."

At those words, the rest of the third-class disciples also smiled.

"Ah, right."

"Ahem. I will do my best."

The third-class disciples' eyes were gleaming in madness as if screaming,' You should get a taste of it too.'

'You thought this training would be good for you, didn't you?'

'If they try it once, their screams will be heard for at least three months.'

'Their cries will make a wonderful song!'

The third-class disciples bore sinister smiles that made the second-class disciples anxious.

But unexpectedly, there was someone who came forward amid the impending crisis.

"Huh?"

Chung Myung tilted his head when he saw the person standing in front of him.

"What now?"

"To learn."

"Learn from the kids over there."

"No one came to me."

"… Uh?"

Chung Myung tilted his head while looking at Yu Yiseol.

"No, why would no one… what are the sahyungs doing?"

The disciples heard Chung Myung and quickly turned away, looking at the dawning sky.

"To feel awkward just because she's a woman… wait. Wait, come to think of it, why don't we have any girls in our class? Why do we only have men? There are a lot of women among the Baek disciples."

"…"

Chung Myung turned to Yoon Jong and said,

"No, Sahyung. Did you only accept men as disciples for our class? That's why our dorm is so dark and gloomy."

"Chung Myung."

"Huh?"

Yoon Jong looked at Chung Myung and spoke with an expression that seemed as if he would cry tears of blood at any moment.

"There are some subjects in the world that shouldn't be touched."

"…"

Chung Myung looked at Yoon Jong for a long time and bowed his head.

"I was wrong. I apologize. Please forgive me."

"… be careful from now."

"I will."

After apologizing, he looked at Yu Yiseol.

"I won't think of you as a woman."

"That's what I was hoping for."

"Even if you cry, I won't go easy."

"That won't happen."

No fear.

"Promise me one thing instead."

"What?"

"If I endure this, will you teach me how to make the plum blossoms bloom on my sword?"

"Everyone is saying such strange things."

Chung Myung spoke with a stiff face.

"If sahyungs and sasuks are the disciples of Mount Hua, you shouldn't be aiming to make plum blossoms. That's just a part of the process. What you should be aiming for is completion."

"Completion…"

"Well, right. Then…"

Chung Myung shrugged.

"First, let's build the foundation for enlightenment. Let's go!"

Seeing the second-class disciples moving, Chung Myung smiled wickedly.

'In the past, I only cared about my own skills and didn't pay attention to my sajaes or sahyungs.'

Back then, Chung Myung took it for granted, but not now. Had he not realized it at the end? After all, Mount Hua's opponent wasn't just one strong man but an entire sect.

There were limits to what could be done alone.

What if one day they become strong enough to support Chung Myung?

"Kuhahaha. It'll be done. A strong team, and then I'll draw plum blossoms on the heads of the Shaolin."

The disciples of Mount Hua, who thought they heard something they shouldn't have, decided to close their ears and turn their heads.

"Ummm."

Un Geom let out a pleasant sigh as he looked at the disciples of Mount Hua immersed in training.

'Now it's the Baek disciples?'

'Well, this was bound to happen. After what they had seen, they must have had some complex feelings.'

Un Geom remembered the conversation he had with the sect leader yesterday.

- Leave him alone.

The sect leader continued.

- He is a child that we cannot restrain regardless. Interfering with that child may instead hinder his path and get in the way of what he has planned. We're old. What we must do is make sure that the children are able to grow and shine in the future. So, we'll leave it at that. That child is on the path of Dao, so I believe that he will never lead the others down the wrong path.

Hyun Jong believed that Un Geom shouldn't poke around and make the child wary or question his intent for no reason.

Un Geom also agreed to it.

Chung Myung's plum blossoms, incomprehensible skills, and unknown origins obscured the child in many mysteries. There were numerous questions, but Un Geom didn't want to ask.

'Path of Dao.'

The path of the Dao is to go with the flow and embrace what may come.

There was no reason why Chung Myung couldn't have his way as long as he was a disciple of Mount Hua.

The path of a Dao is known to be large.

Rather…

'Should I learn it too?'

After observing the children for a long time, Un Geom slowly turned away with a bitter smile.

'I'm being greedy.'

Even if he could become stronger, Un Geom knew that it would be better for him to focus on his current task. He was already old now; it would be difficult to try and become stronger.

It was fortunate that the Baek disciples were still young enough to learn.

'But I cannot just stay still and watch.'

How can he be lazy when the children are trying so hard? Even if he left teaching to Chung Myung, he should help teach them as much as he can.

"Mount Hua will grow stronger."

'The Southern Edge Sect isn't the end.'

Mount Hua had changed since Chung Myung arrived. Un Geom also recently realized that he was being pulled into that flow.

Now, the atmosphere of the elders had begun to change.

At least these children shouldn't be burdened. He had to do everything to help them.

And…

When the day comes that those children complete their martial arts path, the world will see the second coming of Mount Hua.

It was a far-off goal.

Un Geom turned his head slowly.

"Straighten your back and practice! Waist too! If you still have strength to breath, then you shouldn't have a problem training! What? It's fine! It's fine! You won't die from this! Have you ever heard of anyone dying from training? Just train!"

Un Geom trembled.

"Enough? Enough? Aigoo. Are you really saying that? Just because you mastered a little bit of martial arts? Maybe we should take a look at those martial arts of yours? Come on! Let's see if it's quicker to die from the training or from shame!"

Having seen the third-class disciples rush in to stop Chung Myung and assist with helping the others train, Un Geom stared off into the distant sky.

'Maybe it isn't that far-off after all.'

Chung Myung climbed the Lotus peak and looked up at the sky.

There was no longer any need to hide his training, but climbing up here calmed his mind, probably because this training had become a habit.

Chung Myung, who had been looking into the sky for a long time, turned around and looked at Mount Hua.

"Hmmm."

He had overcome the first mountain.

But he wasn't satisfied yet.

"We still have a long way to go."

Even though he understood that impatience leads to anger, he secretly began to feel impatient.

The development of the third-class disciples wasn't slow. If they continued at this rate, one day, they would become warriors that no one in the world dared to ignore.

However, that would be in the distant future.

Currently, Mount Hua is nothing more than a weak sect.

"This is the start."

Chung Myung felt a tremendous weight bearing down on his shoulders. Now, the disciples would instinctively come looking for him whenever something happened. The same thing happened countless times in the past, but there was a clear difference between how his sahyungs looked at him then compared to the sahyungs now.

"Sahyungs must have had a tough time."

It wasn't difficult to push a leader's back forward. However, even if they're supported, it takes extreme courage to take the lead.

In the past, Chung Myung thought he was leading Mount Hua.

The most well-known figure from Mount Hua was the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, and it was his presence that secured Mount Hua's dominance.

So, did Chung Myung really lead the sect?

'No.'

His heart ached.

Back then, if Chung Myung had known what he understood now, perhaps Mount Hua's fate would have been different. Not only Mount Hua's descendants but Chung Myung's sahyungs may have been saved as well.

Despite knowing they were walking to their deaths, they all calmly marched forward with a smile.

"It's pointless."

Chung Myung shook his head.

The past was already settled. What mattered now wasn't lingering on past attachments but living in the present while using the past as a guide towards a better future.

To do that…

"More than anything, I need to be stronger."

That was the only way to avoid losing everything, like in the past.

Chung Myung knew.

This world of martial arts is ruthless.

Agreement? Of course, it exists. Loyalty? That does too. However, those are simply powers that exist for the strong to bestow on the weak. Those that lack strength don't have the opportunity to decide on the terms of any agreements, nor do they have the right to dare discuss loyalty.

Mount Hua's disciples would likely think they've already experienced the world's cruelty and heartlessness. They may mistakenly believe that Mount Hua has already suffered it all over the course of its collapse.

But it wasn't the end.

Sooner or later, they will learn. They were protected by this rugged Mount Hua and protected by the deeds that Chung Myung and the former Mount Hua accomplished.

But that would all come to an end.

Mount Hua would enter the open world again. When that happens, they will face cruelty they have never seen before.

'I have no intention of carrying it on my shoulders.'

Chung Myung needed to create a place for them to trust and rely on, whether it be Mount Hua or himself.

Sitting cross-legged, He closed his eyes and inspected his foundation.

He could see.

The dantian inside him had grown to the size of a small fruit. Compared to his previous dantian, this was like a small drop of blood.

But it was growing.

Slowly but surely, step by step.

Mount Hua's martial arts were methodical.

It was an honest style that could be used to reach the peak by steadily advancing and overcoming each mountain with your own two feet.

There were no shortcuts.

'I will get stronger.'

He would grow not as the Plum Blossom Sword Saint from the past but as Chung Myung in the present.

He would become stronger.

'And one day, surpass 'him,' the Heavenly Demon.'

An endless journey towards perfection of nothingness.

Chung Myung quietly lifted his head and looked up.

- Have our plum blossoms bloomed?

Chung Myung.

"Not yet"

But…

"Someday, it will bloom."

One day, when the plum blossoms truly bloomed on Chung Myung's sword, not only Mount Hua but the entire world would be covered in their scent.

Chung Myung jumped up.

"Don't worry, my Sahyung."

Chung Myung laughed.

"I am Chung Myung."

It was a subtle statement, spoken as if it was a commitment to himself.

Chung Myung slowly descended the mountain.

"Hmm?"

Chung Myung, who was heading down with a slight smile, widened his smile at the scent of plum blossoms coming from nearby.

"Has to be spring."

Plum blossoms were blooming.

Basking in the scent that tickled his nose, Chung Myung continued his descent with lightened steps. Looking down at Chung Myung's back reflected the figure that would silently continue to look after Mount Hua.

Time continued to flow ceaselessly as Mount Hua, which had embraced Chung Myung, began to embark on a new path.

The blossoms bloomed again, and then once more.

The plum blossoms bloomed twice and faded.

The years continued to flow like water running down a stream.

Hua-Um village.

Someone carrying their own luggage entered the village that was bustling with people.

"… is this Hua-Um?"

It was a man.

No, it was a face that looked closer to a boy than a man. He looked around with a slightly flustered face.

"Is this the right place?"

What he could see with his eyes seemed so different from the memories he knew.

The Hua-Um that he had seen in the past was a small place that was something between a town and a city. It wasn't underdeveloped and had a prosperous history, but it wasn't anything noteworthy and even seemed quite gloomy.

However, now it was no different from a busy city.

Of course, it couldn't be compared to the big cities in terms of scale. However, the word 'village' seemed meaningless when newly built buildings lined the sides of the main streets and the shops overflowed with customers.

'Did I come to the wrong place?'

So, he asked a passerby.

"Excuse me? Is this Hua-Um?"

"First time?"

"No. It's not my first time. I came here once about a decade back, I think. It seems so different from then though."

The passerby answered back in response.

"If it's your first time back in ten years, then it makes sense that you're confused. Even those coming back to Hua-Um after one or two years were shocked."

"Ah… then this is Hua-Um."

"Yes, it's strange since it changed so much, but this is the Hua-Um you knew."

"Thank you. But… Why has the village changed so much?"

"Why? All thanks to Mount Hua."

"Huh?"

"You don't know Mount Hua? Mount Hua? Mount Hua sect?"

"Ah-no. I know. I know about Mount Hua."

The man. Wei Soheng nodded quickly.

If you told the people of Hua-Um that you don't know Mount Hua, they would treat you as if you were inhuman. For the people here, Mount Hua was more than just a sect.

It was their pride and confidence, a family.

"I'm here to visit Mount Hua."

"Oh? Is that so? You were a guest. Come on then, if you have any questions feel free to ask me, I can answer them."

As soon as the man heard this man was here to visit Mount Hua, he smiled brightly.

"What did you mean when you said that Hua-Um changed because of Mount Hua?"

"It's exactly as I said. These days Mount Hua's influence is piercing the heavens! Haven't you heard that their reputation is spreading everywhere?"

'No, because I'm not from around here. But I don't think he'd like me saying that.'

He couldn't bring himself to say that to the man in front of him. If he said anything slightly ignorant about Mount Hua, it felt like this man would blow his chin off.

"R-right."

"So recently, more and more people come to visit Mount Hua. As more and more people visit, they end up passing through Hua-Um. As you can see, it is pretty crowded, right?"

"Yes."

"Where people gather, money flows. So, naturally this place changed."

"… It's quite a dramatic change."

"Hahaha. All thanks to Mount Hua. You have to know, right? At the conference with the Southern Edge Sect two years back, Mount Hua smashed those bastards."

"I know."

It was a story that no one could avoid knowing even if they wanted to.

Known to have fallen… no, even the memory of the fallen Mount Hua had faded from people's minds. That dying sect suddenly halted the Southern Edge Sect, which had been gaining momentum in recent years. With such a prestigious sect being humiliated, the news naturally traveled like lightning around the world.

Humans enjoy the misfortunes of others. It was a case of disgrace falling upon a well-known sect, so there was no reason that people wouldn't talk about it.

Word traveled fast, and the news spread for thousands of miles as everyone discussed what happened to the Southern Edge Sect. Now, even the children playing in the neighborhood knew the story.

There were people who called it the Fallen Dragon Conference because the Southern Edge Sect that had ascended to heaven came crashing to the ground.

"The Southern Edge Sect, not any other sect, but THE Southern Edge Sect. How high has Mount Hua's reputation soared after that incident? I can't even fathom how many people have come to Mount Hua since then.

"I see."

Wei Soheng nodded.

No one understood those words more than himself. After all, he had come here because of the change in Mount Hua's status.

If the rumors of the conference hadn't circulated, Wei Soheng would have never thought about coming here.

"It's just a little unfortunate."

"Huh?"

The man had a slightly annoyed expression.

"It's been two years since then. Something needs to happen now."

"Ahh…"

"Well, a giant doesn't move so easily. Isn't there a legend about the Great Bird that rested for a thousand years before traveling thousands of miles in a single flap of its wings? Perhaps our Mount Hua is like that too."

It was a statement that carried an enormous sense of pride for Mount Hua.

Wei Soheng, who saw that, thought that a lot had changed.

It wasn't just the appearance that changed.

When he visited this place in the past, it seemed devoid of vitality. But now, the people of Hua-Um are vibrant and full of life.

"If you are planning to visit Mount Hua, find a place to stay. The sun will set soon, and if you start the climb now, you'll be climbing through the middle of the night. It would be better to start your journey tomorrow morning."

"Yes. Thank you."

"Sure."

The elderly man waved his hand and walked away, and Wei Soheng mumbled.

'It changed so much.'

The village had grown prosperous just because the sect gained a little fame. He started to understand why everyone, whether it be people or sects, was willing to risk their lives for fame.

Wei Soheng raised his head and looked at Mount Hua.

Looking at the transformed village, something became clear. The current Mount Hua is different from the Mount Hua that he knew of.

So…

'We must somehow seek to cooperate with Mount Hua.'

Wei Soheng looked at Mount Hua with determined eyes.

- Mount Hua will surely help us. Go to Mount Hua and ask for help.

'I hope my father's judgment isn't wrong.'

Wei Soheng bit his lip and quickly headed into the village.