Return of the Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 1036

Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1036

Baek Cheon took a deep breath.

‘Magyo.’

His heart was pounding like crazy.

When he hears the one word Magyo, memories of the North Sea naturally come to mind. The believers, who could not be described other than madness, and the bishop, who was so intense he seemed barely human.

Baekcheon slowly clenched and unclenched his fist.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t afraid.

Those who have experienced Magyo know this. The reason why the one word ‘Magyo’ instills fear is not just because they are strong.

A feeling of fear and alienation as if you are dealing with something that is not human, even though it is the same human being. Overcoming that is no easy feat.

Of course, it was a path he chose himself, but when he actually crossed the Yangtze River and went to deal with Magyo, a chilly tension seemed to seep through his entire body.

“So.”

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As expected, it was Jo-Gol who opened his mouth first.

“Is it alright for only the people here to go?”

“…huh?”

At those words, Baek Cheon checked the people around him again.

He and Yoo Iseol, Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol, Tang Soso and Hye Yeon. If you include Chung Myung, there are seven in total.

‘Seven….’

He felt it again. How few they were. Compared to Magyo and Evil Tyrant Alliance, they might as well be grains of sand.

But…

‘What Chung Myung said is correct.’

If all Mount Hua moves to Gangnam, it will be very difficult to leave when an emergency occurs. Considering that this is an enemy territory, it is best to move with the minimum number of people.

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“Chung Myung.”

“Hm?”

“…How about Baek Sang or Gwak Hee? I think it’s worth taking a few more people.”

There is clearly a difference between the martial arts of those here now and the other disciples of Mount Hua. However, among those who remained, there were definitely those who showed rapid advancement.

“No.”

But Chung Myung shook his head resolutely as if there was nothing to think about.

“We’re not taking more.”

“…Is that so?”

“Remember, Sasuk. We’re not going to gain experience. We’re going to fight and win.”

“Hmm.”

At that time, Chung Myung spoke calmly.

“I’m still uneasy unless it’s the people here. This battle isn’t one where we can afford to protect others.”

Baek Cheon looked at him for a moment and then nodded resolutely.

“Understood.”

Baek Cheon turned his gaze to the others.

“Those who are staying can stay…”

“Stop wasting time with useless talk and let’s just get moving, Sasuk.”

Baek Cheon closed his mouth at Jo-Gol’s words. Yoon Jong slapped Jo-Gol on the back of the head and scolded him.

“What kind of way is that to speak to your Sasuk, this man!”

“No… But isn’t it true, Sahyung? Is there anyone who would miss this? That guy is doing well, but he always says something strange once in a while.”

“Well, yeah, he does.”

Huh? Yoon Jong? What did you say?

“Let’s get moving.”

Yoo Iseol takes a step forward. Tang Soso stood next to her as if it was natural, and Hye Yeon also stepped forward with Banzhang stance.

“Amitabha. Although I am not a disciple of Mount Hua……”

“No, let’s just count you as one.”

“Just say you were admitted roughly.”

“Monk. Now I won’t believe you even if you say you’re a Shaolin disciple.”

“….”

Hye Yeon cleared his throat with a bright red face.

“Anyway, I will join you. I’ve heard that the commoners in Gangnam are suffering and as a follower of Buddha… Yes. I cannot just stand by and watch.”

There was bitterness in his words. Everyone here understood the reason for the bitterness, so no one bothered to point it out.

“Then the seven of us……”

“Eight.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to the sudden voice. A very familiar person was walking towards them.

“Let’s make it eight.”

“Sasuk.”

Baek Cheon couldn’t hide his flustered face as he looked at Un Gum approaching with a grin.

“I unintentionally saw you guys, but… Still, it’s our sect’s matter, so don’t call me a peeping tom for it.”

“Is that possible?”

“I’m a person safe enough to be left alone. What do you think, Chung Myung? “Am I someone who can meet those conditions?”

Chung Myung frowned slightly.

“Great Sasuk….”

“Let’s not talk about needing to teach children. We are on the way back, not on the way to die, aren’t we?”

Un Gum grinned once again.

“This is not your business alone. It’s the business of Mount Hua.”

“….”

“It is impossible for a first-class disciple to lead the mission when it comes to jumping into enemy territory. If I can’t go along, I will oppose this matter using all my power.”

Chung Myung shook his head.

“You don’t need to do that. It would be an honor for me to be able to entrust my back to Great Sasuk.”

“Thank you.”

Un Gum nodded and looked at Hyun Jong.

“…Gum.”

“Don’t worry, Sect Leader.”

Un Gum spoke with a composed face.

“I will do whatever it takes to bring the children back alive.”

Hyun Jong looked at him intently and nodded. And patted him on the shoulder.

“Please.”

“Please leave it to me.”

This dangerous task cannot be left to the children alone.

Of course, both Hyun Jong and Un Gum are aware of it. These children are strong enough to not need the help of Un Gum.

But this is not a simple matter of martial art. The important thing is not to pass this heavy burden onto them alone. Whether strong or weak, it is about sharing the responsibility as elders of the sect.

“Sasuk.”

When Baek Cheon opened his mouth, Un Gum held his head tightly with the one remaining hand.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I’m just afraid I’ll be frustrated waiting here for you.”

“Yes, Sasuk.”

Baek Cheon nods. He also had no intention of flaunting his pride. Having Un Gum with them certainly adds a layer of security.

If even Baek Cheon feels this way, surely others must feel differently too. No matter how hard he does his best as a great disciple of Mount Hua, he cannot fill the gap of experience.

Having an elder from the sect join them would surely be a great comfort to everyone embarking on this journey.

“Then we are eight.”

Un Gum grinned at Baek Cheon’s words.

“Well, that’s fine. It seems like there are some who don’t think that way.”

“Yes?”

As if waiting for the moment, a clear voice called out.

“Just wait a moment, please.”

“Huh?”

Everyone’s heads turned to one side. Namgung Dowi, dressed in white martial attire, was approaching.

“…No, Sogaju?”

Namgung Dowi stood in front of Hyun Jong and Chung Myung and bowed deeply.

“Please take me with you too.”

“…Sogaju.”

Hyun Jong involuntarily frowned.

“It’s dangerous.”

“I am aware.”

“And you know that now is not the time for Namgung Family to be taking risks, don’t you?”

“Yes. But…”

Namgung Dowi looked straight at Hyun Jong.

“The same applies to Mount Hua, doesn’t it?”

Even Hyun Jong could not easily answer those words.

Which is greater, the value of Namgung Dowi to Namgung Family or their value to Mount Hua? No one can easily say that it is the former.

Hyun Jong looked back at Chung Myung with a troubled expression.

Chung Myung, who received that gaze, stared at Namgung Dowi with cold eyes.

“Let me ask you one thing.”

“Yes.”

Namgung Dowi nodded with a slightly nervous expression.

“Namgung lost its Gaju.”

“….”

“You’re in crisis because you’ve lost your elders. It’s obvious how difficult the situation will be if Namgung Family loses Sogaju in this situation.”

Namgung Dowi nodded heavily.

“Knowing that, but still heading to Gangnam, isn’t it just a matter of self-satisfaction, avoiding the responsibility placed on your shoulders? As Sogaju, no. As Gaju of Namgung Family, shouldn’t the first thing you think about be the safety of your family?”

It was a profoundly heavy question.

However, Namgung Dowi did not avoid Chung Myung’s gaze and answered calmly.

“I did not decide to come without thought, Dojang.”

The look on his face as he took a deep breath already showed confidence.

“So I thought about it. What would my father have said if he were here?”

“….”

“It was so easy to come to a conclusion. Acting when there is sufficient leeway and not when it entails great harm, is neither Chivalrousness nor anything commendable.”

Namgung Dowi speaks with a stern face.

“I want to restore Namgung Family to its former status as a prominent sect. But what I am trying to bring back is not the prosperity of Namgung, but the spirit of Namgung.”

“…Sogaju.”

Namgung Dowi took a deep bow.

“So please give me a chance too. It is Namgung who had its life saved through Mount Hua’s Chivalrousness. So, at the very least, don’t deny me the opportunity to offer Chivalrousness myself. I am asking you for this favor.”

After saying this, Chung Myung could not help but nod in the end.

He would like to dissuade him if possible. Chung Myung now knows well the hardships of those left behind. But…

“Get one thing straight.”

“…What?”

“We’re not going to die. If there’s a spirit to protect, then come back alive and convey it yourself with your own mouth, your own hands.”

Namgung Dowi nodded with a determined face.

“I will definitely do so.”

“If you become a burden, we’ll leave you behind. We can’t afford to look after you too.”

“I will follow with the determination to die.”

Chung Myung nodded. Baek Cheon took a long breath and organized.

“Then, we are nine.”

“No, ten.”

“Huh?”

Baek Cheon’s face was filled with doubt at Chung Myung’s unexpected words. There’s more?

“Come out.”

“….”

“Oh, come out quickly. We don’t have time.”

“Keueuung.”

After a while, the thick bushes along the riverside shook with a faint groaning sound. And from there, two people showed their faces.

“…Nokrim King?”

“N- No. Tang Gaju?”

Im Sobyong looked like he was about to die, and Tang Gun-ak cleared his throat with a blushing face.

“No, father! What are you doing there without any dignity!”

When Tang Soso screamed in surprise, Tang Gun-ak covered his mouth with his hand and cleared his throat repeatedly.

“That… I didn’t mean to be like this.”

“Really?”

The answer was given by Im Sobyong instead.

“No, suddenly the riverside is overflowing with killing intent and you can hear the sound of an unlucky bastard laughing! How could I not come out and see it?”

“…Ah. I see.”

Everyone nodded in instant understanding. No wonder there were so many people around.

At that time, Tang Gun-ak opened his mouth as if he wanted to quickly escape this situation.

“By the way, is that tenth person you mentioned me?”

“No.”

Chung Myung shook his head decisively again.

“Gaju-nim must provide a means of escape in case of an emergency here.”

“That could be managed just by Sect Leader…”

“There may be a situation where Gaju-nim is needed.”

Tang Gun-ak thought about something for a moment without saying a word and then slowly nodded.

“I see what you mean.”

“Yes.”

Tang Gun-ak raised his hand and patted Im Sobyong on the shoulder.

“Then take care on your journey.”

“…Yes?”

“If not me, then who else?”

“Yes?”

“….”

“Yes?”

Im Sobyong, who was chuckling as if that was some kind of nonsense, looked around. When his eyes met Chung Myung, his already pale face turned blue.

“N- No, I’m a strategist…!”

“We need a strategist there too.”

“I have to protect Nokrim….”

“If you die, just about anyone can become Nokrim King. Nokrim has always been that way there.”

“No, what kind of nonsense is that…!”

“You seem to have forgotten.”

Chung Myung chuckled.

“Even Nokrim is now part of Heavenly Comrade Alliance.”

“….”

“If you’ve gained rights, you must also bear the duties. Stop complaining and stick with us. Or tear up that contract.”

“Damn it all…”

Im Sobyong hung his head low with a look of having lost everything in the world. He realized that there was no way out.

“…..I knew things were going too smoothly. Of course it’s how it turns out. Ei.”

Im Sobyong, who spat on the ground, pressed down his crumpled hat and trudged forward.

“Such a demonic human.”

And then he stood behind Chung Myung with his shoulders drooping.

“Now we are ten.”

Mount Hua’s disciples, Namgung Dowi, and even Im Sobyong.

Exactly ten people were now assembled.

Although the number had not increased significantly from the originally anticipated seven, the fact that there were now ten gave a different feeling.

“Then….”

Chung Myung looked at everyone standing around.

“Let’s go. Let’s go kill those damned cultists.”

Chung Myung’s pure white teeth were revealed between his lips.