Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1750 – Consider this me venting (5)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
"What are you standing there like an idiot for?"
"N- No... this shouldn't be possible?"
Jo-Go l had a blank expression as his gaze darted back and forth between his own sword and Yoon Jong’s.
There was no way this person had gotten a good new sword somewhere in the meantime. Then what method had he used to so effortlessly slice up those monsters that he and Yoo Iseol had struggled so hard to handle one by one?
“What did you do?”
"It's hard to explain."
"Ha, if you don't want to teach it, just say you don't want to teach it!"
"No, I'm telling you it's really difficult to explain. And this is something you can do too."
At Yoon Jong’s words, Jo-Gol narrowed his eyes to slits.
“Man… I thought your personality had been getting a bit twisted lately, but now you’re finally crossing the line?”
“I’m serious!”
Yoon Jong burst out in anger then stopped himself and sharply turned his head forward. The situation was still too dire for wordplay and matching Jo-Gol's antics.
"They seem to be weak to Immortal Energy."
"Immortal Energy (선기(仙氣))?"
"Yes."
"...So, are you saying Sahyung can now wield Immortal Energy?"
“It seems so to some extent, but even I don’t know exactly how to use it yet…”
"Oh my goodness. An immortal has appeared in Mount Hua. He uses Immortal Energy, Immortal Energy."
“…”
A thick vein bulged on Yoon Jong's forehead. Was this the time for such cheekiness? He had assumed that since he was so brazen to begin with, he hadn't changed much even after meeting Chung Myung, but it seemed his judgment was wrong.
At that moment, Yoo Iseol, who had been listening quietly, asked,
“Immortal Energy?”
"That’s right."
"How do you use it?"
“It’s hard to explain precisely, but it feels like drawing out what you already possess. For us who have lived the life of the Taoist path, immortal energy is like energy already accumulated within us."
At those words, Yoo Iseol immediately nodded.
"I understand."
Yoon Jong looked at Yoo Iseol with a completely different gaze than when he looked at Jo-Gol. In terms of prioritizing the Taoist life without attachment to the secular world, no one was closer to the Tao than Yoo Iseol. Perhaps that was why she seemed to understand his words easily.
"Then like this."
With those short words, Yoo Iseol’s body vanished as if flickering out of existence. Then she reappeared right before the nose of a blood cultist who had yet to hide his flustered expression.
Paat!
Her sword flashed once like a lightning bolt, and the blood cultist’s throat was slashed in an instant. A bright red line bloomed as the area around his Adam's apple split open.
Jjoook.
Just as Yoon Jong was about to clench his fist watching this.
Swiiiik!
Dozens of bundles of tentacles spewed out from the split neck again and began to repair the wound. Yoo Iseol, watching this intently, twisted her body slightly back and tilted her head toward Yoon Jong.
“It’s not working?”
"Aaaaah! You crazy Sago! You should look ahead...!"
Kwaaaang!
Dust scattered where Yoo Iseol had been standing.
Jo-Gol gasped for breath as he barely managed to pull Yoo Iseol away the moment the blood cultist brought down his hand. That was how much he had moved with all his might. He grabbed Yoo Iseol by the collar and shook her violently.
"No, where else in the world is there a crazy person who turns their head in that situation!"
“Didn’t work.”
"What on earth made you think that would work? Huh?"
"Mm."
Yoo Iseol looked at her sword with slightly different eyes than usual.
"There's no difference."
“What no difference? That yangban is Yoon Jong Sahyuyng! Things like 'Immortals' or 'Taoist Energy' have nothing to do with us. It only works because it’s him!”
Jo-Gol pointed his finger, venting his frustration.
Though a farce completely unsuited to the battlefield was unfolding, the blood cultists themselves couldn't move rashly even while watching this scene.
'The cult's blessing...'
Because they had clearly seen the sword of that oddly prim and scholar-like guy sever the cult's blessing.
‘A fellow who doesn't even look like much dared to!'
The blood cultist bit his lip.
The cult's blessing wasn't a power all cultists could possess. Even within the cult, those bestowed that power were no more than a third.
Since it was a precious power even within the cult, there was no doubt it was in the realm of 'miracles'. To those foolish unbelievers, it should be an overwhelming miracle they cannot hope to handle.
However, to put it the other way… when the miracle fails to take effect, their fighting capacity drops drastically.
The blood cultist glared at Yunjong.
Unlike the others making a fuss, that guy Yoon Jong hadn't let his attention waver for a moment since appearing here. It meant he knew clearly what he had to do.
An instant surge of unpleasantness and murderous intent welled up, but the transparent energy flickering at the tip of Yoon Jong's sword was unsettling. It was close to an instinctive fear.
The emotions others felt looking at blood cultist, the blood cultist was now feeling several times more intensely.
In this situation, there was only one conclusion to reach.
"Each of you, return alive!"
As soon as the order fell, the blood cultists kicked the ground and moved in all directions. Almost simultaneously, Yoon Jong’s body seemed to stretch forward as he gave chase.
Sogeok! Sogeok!
Two blood cultists couldn't avoid Yoon Jong's sword in time and tumbled while spewing blood. But taking advantage of that opening, the others had already widened the gap so much that it was difficult to pursue them.
"Th- Those shameless bastards!"
Jo Gol looked at the blood cultists with disbelief.
They had attacked with such confidence, but the moment things turned against them, they threw away all pretense of pride and fled in every direction. It was an endlessly bewildering method from Jo-Gol's Righteous Sects perspective.
Jo-Gol gave up on the pursuit. He might have been able to catch a few, but even if he did, he didn't feel he could handle them easily.
“Wait. Come to think of it, those guys just ran away because they were scared of Sahyung, right?”
“Not quite that much.”
Jo-Gol let out a hearty laugh. The very enemies he and Yoo Iseol had struggled so much against had been suppressed by Yoon Jong's mere presence, not just defeated.
Yoo Iseol must have been thinking the same thing, as she asked Yoon Jong repeatedly.
“How do you use it?”
"Later. Let's help other places first."
Only then did Jo-Gol realize his mistake and scratch his head.
“....Ah. Come to think of it, the place we sent to support must be struggling too.”
"Right. But not all of them will be the same."
"What do you mean? We suffered like dogs!"
"Well, because we're Mount Hua."
Jo-Gol frowned at Yoon Jong's words.
“Are you looking down on Mount Hua Sect?”
“No, that’s not what I meant….”
Yoon Jong was about to explain something but shook his head. Trying to explain to Jo-Gol—he had almost wasted his time on something utterly useless.
"You'll know when you see. Let's go."
"How do you use it?"
Yoon Jong dashed forward, and Yoo Iseol quickly followed at his heels. Left behind, Jo -ol let out another hollow laugh.
"Anyway, startling people like that once in a while."
Yoon Jong's shoulders looked particularly broad today.
* * *
Kuuuuuung!
Black, dead blood gushed from the mouth of the blood cultist who had been flung far away. He clutched his chest and groaned.
"Eu... This bastard..."
Hye Yeon’s face was calm and settled as he watched the scene blankly.
"It seems external wounds are easily treated... but internal injuries are not."
"Shut your mouth!"
The blood cultists gnashed their teeth.
The bastard's words were right. The cult's blessing residing in his body rapidly repaired external injuries, but couldn't stabilize a shaken dantian or calm boiling internal strength and blood.
Therefore, they were ill-matched against a master of internal strength heavy-strike techniques that shook people from the inside out.
Moreover...
'That's not a simple internal strength heavy-strike techniques (내가중수법(內家重手法)).'
To view this as merely a simple internal strength heavy-strike techniques, even the external injuries left by that fist power were healing more slowly than usual. Seeing the faint golden energy lingering in Hye Yeon's hand, the blood cultist asked sharply.
"Shaolin's Buddhist techniques?"
“….”
“I didn't recognize you because you’re wearing black instead of yellow robes. Shaolin... indeed, you'll be a great obstacle to the palace."
The muttering blood cultist then sneered.
"How truly fortunate that Evil Tyrant Alliance erased Shaolin. Don't you think so?"
For a split second, a flash of pain crossed Hye Yeon’s eyes. But just as quickly, the trace of agony vanished.
"Perhaps that's true. However… while it might be good news for your palace, it is of no particular benefit to you. After all, you won't be leaving this place alive.”
"Arrogant monk bastard..."
Blood gleamed in the blood cultist's eyes.
"And in fact, your palace too shouldn't be so pleased. If there is work left for Shaolin to do, I shall be the one to do it.”
A firm resolve settled in Hye Yeon’s eyes. The blood cultist scoffed.
"You, who doesn't even wear Shaolin's yellow robes?"
“What mere clothing matters? What matters is that the Dharma of Shaolin dwells within me.”
Tuuuung!
Hye Yeon stomped the ground.
"It's not difficult to prove. Come."
The blood cultist bared his vicious teeth and charged toward Hye Yeon. Ominous energy gathered in the misshapen blade held in his hand. It was gloomy enough to gnaw at flesh before even making contact.
However, the auspicious energy Hye Yeon emitted purified that energy in one stroke.
Tuuung!
The hand he waved gently pushed aside the incoming misshapen blade. It was different from the past. Not simply overpowering, but a single strike (일수(一手)) containing lightness within it.
Kuuuuuung!
Immediately after, Hye Yeon's straight fist that had been at his waist embedded precisely into the blood cultist's empty side. With a golden fist mark engraved upon him, the blood cultist spat blood and was thrown away.
After crashing horribly into the ground and rolling several more times, the bloodied-faced blood cultist gasped and glared at Hye Yeon.
"Th- This bastard!"
The blood cultist who had been convulsing and squirming dropped his head deeply. He had lost consciousness in a single blow. Just as Hye Yeon, feeling uneasy, habitually brought his palms together.
“Die!”
A blood cultist who had been secretly watching the situation from behind rushed at Hye Yeon with tremendous speed. Just as Hyeyeon was about to reflexively unleash his fist once again.
Kwaaaaaa!
A sudden massive white sword energy flew in and swept away the blood cultist in an instant.
Hye Yeon stood frozen in silence for a moment before blinking his large eyes and turning back.
“Are you alright, Monk?”
“…Namgung Siju.”
Namgung Dowi, emerging from the back, surveyed the surroundings with a composed face.
"I apologize. I hope I didn't interfere?”
“Not at all.”
“Then that’s a relief.”
“Were you alright, Namgung Siju? These people were using wicked tricks.”
“Wicked tricks? What are you referring to?”
"Well..."
Hye Yeon, who had been about to say something, glanced over at the blood cultist swept by Namgung Dowi's sword energy. Seeing the literally pulverized corpse somehow left Hye Yeon feeling empty, so he shook his head.
“…It’s nothing.”
"Mm? If you have something to say, speak freely, Monk."
“…It really isn’t.”
"...Really, it's nothing."
Indeed, what would be the point?
Sorcery or whatever, you had to have wounds recoverable to some degree to try something, but when the head was shattered beyond recognition in one blow, what could be done?
From Namgung Dowi’s perspective, it probably just felt like a bunch of weaklings with no special abilities were charging in recklessly.
'Though it's the same sword...'
Hye Yeon could practically see those who use the fluttering swords of Mount Hua foaming at the mouth if they saw this scene.
Hye Yeon let out a sigh and said.
“For now, let us go and support the other areas.”
“I don't think that will be necessary.”
"What?"
“They are retreating.”
Namgung Dowi pointed toward the base of the mountain. Sure enough, the red-clad figures were seen withdrawing.
“Retreating already?”
“It’s hard to understand, but they certainly seem to be retreating."
Heavenly Comrade Alliance's reinforcement hadn't even properly arrived yet. So they could have continued ravaging this place for a while longer.
Yet retreating already. It didn't make sense.
"Was there another purpose?"
“That’s possible, but in my opinion…”
Namgung Dowi’s gaze drifted downward. Pale plum blossom petals were scattering in the air.
“It seems something unexpected happened. As it always does.”
"Mm."
Hye Yeon stared vacantly at the blooming plum blossoms.
That plum blossom sword energy was something he knew well, but also something different from what he knew. Hye Yeon couldn't take his eyes off those petals for quite a while.
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