Chapter 258

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 258. What's going to open? (3)

As soon as Sami Seung, who was standing in front of the gate of Mount Hua, found Hye Bang, he immediately joined him.

"Did you finish your work well, Master?"

Hye Bang nodded lightly.

"Um. Yes. Let's go first."

"First, Mount Hua's advanced martial art has been put into practice. Those who have mastered advanced martial art and those who have failed to do so are bound to differ from the flow of momentum. However, I did not feel such momentum from the Elders of Mount Hua." (I keep saying it advance but literal tl is rise, higher class. The raw is 상승)

"That's fatal."

It's indeed cruel, but the biggest condition for a prestigious sect is martial art no matter what anyone says.

Advanced martial art is the root of the existence of a prestigious sect. But there is no such source in Mount Hua.

"Second, because the upper disciple couldn't stand straight because there was no advance martial art, so it is difficult for those who follow them to gain achievements. It is said that martial arts are completed with one's own training, but the existence of a teacher who will guide the direction of the training and lead the right path is essential."

Sami Seung nodded slowly.

"And the third. Mount Hua may regain their strength, but they may not have regained their past strict discipline. The hierarchy did not stand upright and the disciple’s discipline was not established, so the status of the Plum Blossom Sword Gate (매화검문(梅花劍門)), which was aimed at the best in the world in the past, will never be recovered."

After finishing his speech, Hye Bang looked back at Mount Hua with a slightly sad look.

'I'm afraid....'

No matter how hard he thinks about it, he doesn't see any particular answer.

"If that so, Master."

"Hm?"

Hye Bang turned his head slightly and looked at Sami Seung.

"If Mount Hua could solve all of those problems, would they be able to revive as a prestigious sect?"

"Solve the problem?"

"Yes, if they can regain their true martial arts...…."

"It would be too much, though."

Hye Bang shook his head quietly.

"Even if Mount Hua takes back those ancient swords of the past, there is no one left in Mount Hua to understand and pass on its martial arts."

“Can a genius like Sahyung appear in Mount Hua?”

“There is no way that there will be two geniuses like him, and even if there is one, how long will it take for that genius to understand all the martial arts of Mount Hua and reach a point where he can pass it on to someone? By then, Mount Hua would have lost a lot of things."

"Ah……."

Sami Seung lamented as if he was sorry.

"That means that Mount Hua  will never regain its past glory."

There may be a glimmer of hope if the master of the previous generation, who has mastered the martial arts of Mount Hua, suddenly appears. However, Mount Hua has lost all those who were able to carry on the spirit of the blood in the past."

"It's really unfortunate."

"Amitabha."

Hye Bang stared into the air and showed his disdain.

"Rise and fall is beyond human power Although the current Sorim is said to enjoy the greatest power, but as the sun sets and the moon rises, there will come a day when this power will also decline. It’s a shame, but there’s nothing to be sorry about. Everything is, in the end, a part of the law." (Law of? Im not sure. The raw is 불법)

Hye Bang, who was talking alone and doing asking-answering himself, shook his head as if it was useless.

"Let's go."

"Yes, Master."

Hye Bang, who was walking ahead of Sami Seung, once again looked back at Mount Hua.

'The rise and fall....'

Now, Mount Hua's atmosphere was so unique that Hye Bang had never seen it before.

He wonders how far they can go if that atmosphere was added with great martial art... … .

He soon shook his head again.

'It's a fleeting thought.'

Now, even one sect is in a sad situation, but the chances of Mount Hua becoming the "one" did not seem high.

Having erased Mount Hua cleanly from his head, he slowly walked down the mountain.

* * *

After Hye Bang left, the people who remained in the Sect Leader’s residence kept a heavy silence.

Hyun Jong, sitting in the upper seat, murmured quietly while touching the golden plaque in his hand.

"World Martial Art Competition...…."

His eyes were very subdued.

"What do you think, Sect Leader?"

When asked by Hyun Young, he quietly closed his eyes and contemplated for a while. It was a face that clearly showed deep concern.

After a while, Hyun Jong finally opens his eyes and looks back at the Elders.

"What do the Elders think? Would it be a curse or fortune for Mount Hua to participate in this world wide contest?"

Hyun Sang, who was also agonizing, frowned.

"I don't dare to guess."

"Hmm."

It's a really heavy task.

All the world's most prestigious sects will gather at the World Martial Art Competition. There's also sparring competition in that kind of place.

‘It means that the skills will be on display in front of all the prestigious sects in the world.'

It's a big opportunity.

But at the same time, it is also a big crisis. If they were to be humiliated in there, Mount Hua will never regain its former status.

"What does Hyun Young think?"

"……."

Hyun Young slightly closed his mouth. Hyun Young, who has always clearly expressed his intentions, also seems to be worried.

Even the Un looked cautious.

"Sect Leader."

Hyun Sang, who had been immersed in his thought for a long time, opened his mouth first.

"Doesn't the fact that we've been sent an invitation mean that we're already being recognized by other sects?"

Then Hyun Young, who was listening, made a slight frown.

"Acknowledgement is a little too much. Interest is appropriate."

"Right. That would be more accurate. Anyway, is there any reason not to participate in such a situation?"

"Um, then."

Hyun Jong nodded heavily.

"Now we, Mount Hua, have to declare our triumphant resurrection. World Martial Art Competition would be a great place."

Hyun Jang nodded broadly at Hyun Sang's words.

But Hyun Young didn't seem to agree with the opinion.

"I have a slightly different opinion."

He spoke in a cold tone.

"It may have a taste of show off. Now that our Mount Hua has come this far, we may be able to put strength on our shoulders."

"Hum."

"But what do we get out of it? Now is not the time for Mount Hua to make its name known, but it is time for internal stability. Do we really need to participate in such a place and made other sects wary of us?"

As he spoke, Hyun Young peeked back at Chung Myung.

"We fare quite well even now...… I'd rather...…."

His speech became more and more blurred. Chung Myung's body was trembling.

With a look of determination to eat something to the bone.

"Hmmm. Opinions are divided. Speaking of which, Chung Myung-ah. What do you think?"

Chung Myung, who turned from Hyun Young's gaze, replied with a sour face.

"I don't think there's any reason not to participate."

"Hm?"

Chung Myung shrugged.

"If it goes well, it's good, even if we’re humiliated..."

Then he raised his head and looked around. A growling voice came out of his mouth.

"Does Mount Hua have anything to lose?"

All of them were dumbfounded by the blatant question.

"When a man has nothing to lose, he is fearless. But they get scared when they start to have something. They afraid they'll lose what they have."

Chung Myung, who lowered his voice slightly, looked at Hyun Jong and said,

"Of course, Sect Leader wanted to make a careful decision, but sometimes I think you have to be bold."

"Did you mean that I was afraid of losing what I have now?"

"That's not necessarily what I meant. I just want to ask. Why are you hesitating?"

"Hoho. Why am I hesitating….?"

Hyun Jong smiled brightly.

Then, he looked at Unam with a determined look.

"Call the disciples to gather."

"Yes!"

All of Mount Hua's disciples gathered back in the Training Hall.

"What else is going on?"

"Well?"

Bewildered by the sudden call, they glanced ahead, whispering.

"I heard someone visited, is it because of that?"

"Well, anyway, I'm sure Sect Leader has something to tell."

"Shh. Here he comes!"

Three people walked out in front of the lined disciples of Mount Hua.

Hyun Jong, the Sect Leader, and  Hyun Sang and Hyun Youn, the Elders.

Hyun Jong stared at everyone and slowly opened his mouth.

"Are you all here?"

"Yes! Sect Leader!"

Hyun Jong lightly nodded his head.

"A little while ago, Shaolin's monk visited. It is said that the Murim World Martial Art Competition will be held in Seongsan in the near future." (I will refer it as Murim Competition in the next chapter)

The disciples' eyes widened slightly.

Hyun Jong continued his speech as he saw the reactions of the disciple.

"And it is said that there will be martial arts competition for any rising star. Anyone below the age of 30 can participate. In all, 15 people from Mount Hua decided to participate."

Rumble.

As soon as the words ended, there was a commotion here and there.

Hyun Jong waited for the children to talk freely without trying to appease the disturbance.

Waiting for the disturbance to subside, he explained in detail.

"It will be a place where not only the Ten Great Sect and the Five Great Family but also all the influential people of the major sect will participate. It's even hosted by Shaolin, so there aren't many places that would refuse. You must prove yourself in the presence of all those people."

The gaze of the disciples was filled with warmth and concern at the same time.

"Can you do it?"

The lined Un looked at the second and third-class disciples in unison.

If only the age of 30 and lower can participate, they are the ones who have to answer the question.

Then,

Baek Chun, who can be called their representative, took a step forward without saying a word. And he replied calmly.

"I will prove to the world that plum blossoms still bloom on Mount Hua."

A calm remark.

It was a clear voice that excluded spirit and determination.

That's why it's more reliable.

Hyun Jong nodded as he smiled at Baek Chun.

"Yes. I'm relieved to hear that. There may be people who are anxious, but there is no need to be. I don’t know if you have heard it, but we have recovered the old Mount Hua’s sword. If you can master the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword  for the rest of your time, no one in the world will be able to ignore you."

"Yes, Sect Leader!"

The disciples' eyes were filled with a strange heat.

Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword technique of Plum Blossom Sword Saint.

No one was surprised because the rumors had already spread, but hearing it through the mouth of the Sect Leader himself, the expectation was amplified.

"It will take at least six months before the competition. So make sure you concentrate on your training for the next six months. I will take the 15 who show the most outstanding achievement to Seongsan Mountain. Do you understand?"

"Yes! Sect Leader!"

Hyun Jong nodded pleasedly as he looked at the disciples who were full of enthusiasm.

"Hyun Sang."

"Yes!"

“Teaching the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword technique before any other martial arts.”

"I will, Sect Leader."

Hyun Jong nodded with a proud face.

‘Heaven allow them to show off Mount Hua's sword.'

The competition is held at the right time.

As Chung Myung says, Mount Hua has nothing to lose. Just knowing that Mount Hua has regained their Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword technique would change the way the world looks at them.

"There is a great responsibility on yours. I and the Elders will do our best to help you, so do it with all your heart!"

"Yes!"

The elder and the elder who stand by him firmly proclaimed. The first-class disciples who regret not being able to participate and the third-class disciples who are burning with enthusiasm. (The raw is 단호하게 선언하는 장문인과 그의 곁을 지키는 장로들. 자신들은 참가할 수 없음을 아쉬워하는 일대제자들/과(. 그리고)/ 의욕에 불타는 이, 삼대제자들)

It's a beautiful picture up to here, but...….

"Then go and practice!"

"Yes!"

"Hohohoho."

Hyun Jong and the Elders left their seats.

And then the Un left the Training Hall. However, the second and third-class disciples still remained in their seats, unable to leave the Training Hall.

At that time, Baek Chun walked out and chinned toward White Plum Dormitory.

"That way."

"……."

Then, the eyes of the second and third-class disciples changed.

Until a while ago, their eyes, which seemed like a motivated beast, are turning into a tearful cow being dragged to a slaughterhouse.

"Hurry."

"……Yes."

Those who rushed to the secluded place behind the White Plum Dormitory looked at the person sitting there in advance.

Chew.

Chung Myung, who was crouching down and chewing a stick of sweets with his molars, frowned at the people standing in front of him.

It looks like the older brother playing in the neighborhood gathered the children together.

"You've heard from Sect Leader, haven't you?"

"……uh."

"Ptoo."

Spitting the stick from his mouth, he shook his head left and right and got up from his seat.

"World Martial Art Competition...…."

A chill leaked out of his voice..

Those who read the atmosphere trembled in unison.

“Of course, Sect Leader would think that just doing your best was worth it…”

Chung Myung shook his head.

"I'm a little different."

"……."

His eyes are usually full of madness but now are completely bloodshot.

"Experience? Experience can be gained in other places. Competitions aren't about gaining experience. It's a place to prove how strong we are! This competition! We'll win unconditionally. Overwhelmingly!"

"Is there anyone who doesn't know what those rotten Ten Great Sect bastards did to Mount Hua?"

"The-There isn't."

"I was thinking about when to break the head, but they're laying the groundwork for me.  We must win all the top places in this competition and let the world know about Mount Hua's revival. I'm sure you're all ready, right?"

"O-Of course!"

"Of course!"

"Yeah."

It was the moment when Chung Myung nodded.

Baek Sang, who had been silent, raised his hand slightly.

"Tell me."

"I'm asking just in case... just in case."

"Ask me then. Don't waste time."

He gulped down dry saliva and opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Wha-What happens if we lose to the other disciple in the competition?"

It was a question that everyone wanted to ask but couldn't. It became quiet as if the surroundings were wet with cold water.

Chung Myung smiles brightly with his mouth wide open.

"Do you want to know?"

"N-No, I’m not saying I’m going to lose...…."

"Really……."

Gloomy voice.

"……."

Chung Myung's head bends strangely to the side.

"…Do you really want to know?"

"……."

‘No.’

‘It's better not to know.’

The second and third-class disciples looked up at the sky at the same time.

‘That…….’

‘The sky is so clear.’

‘Haaa...’

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