Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 621

Episode 621. We will cut it with pride. (One)

“I won!”

“Oh my god, Yoonjong’s brother won!”

“Shaman’s three swords… … !”

The disciples of the volcano stood up all at once, as if they were boiling over.

won

No matter the form, Yoonjong won. If this had been a life-or-death situation, the outcome might have been different, but this was definitely a fight. Within the method of fighting, no one would be able to disparage Yunjong’s victory.

“… … “I really won.”

Even if Yoonjong lost and came off the stage, Hwasan’s disciples would have patted him on the shoulder. Because I saw with my own eyes how much he did his best.

However, as a result of my best efforts, I even achieved victory.

“What are you doing?”

Baekcheon couldn’t hold back his laughter and shouted with a big smile.

“It looks like his legs are so weak he can’t even walk, so go up and bring him back!”

“Yes, death penalty!”

“Yes, Sasuk!”

Hwasan’s disciples rushed onto the rain stage. Since it was a job to support one person, it would have been enough for just two people to go, but it was unreasonable to ask these excited people to even think about that.

“Yoonjong!”

“execution!”

Yunjong laughed as he saw the executioners rushing towards him in droves.

“Please help me. “My legs are so weak I can’t move.”

“What about internal injuries?”

“Okay.”

At those words, everyone rushed left and right and almost lifted Yoonjong halfway. And Bomu also came off the stage proudly.

“Soso! Death penalty… … !”

“for a moment.”

Yunjong immediately tapped the shoulders of the executioners who were trying to find Soso. Then the executioners retreated left and right and carefully put him down.

After struggling to walk, Yoonjong stood in front of the phenomenon.

“Elder. Fortunately… … .”

Hyeon-sang did not listen to the end of his words and hugged him tightly.

“… … .”

“I worked hard. “You really worked hard.”

Yoonjong smiled slightly as he heard the voice full of emotion.

“… … “I paid for the meal.”

“The price of food, you bastard! “Do you even sprinkle gold on your rice?”

The phenomenon of removing Yoonjong from his arms made his eyes turn red.

It was so amazing that my heart was filled with joy.

It’s not because I won. It’s not because he showed outstanding performance. This is because the posture he showed and the will behind his sword were so clear.

“Hurry up and get treatment. “There may be some internal injuries left.”

“Yes, Elder.”

After finishing the report, Yunjong turned around. In his eyes, he saw the five swords gathered together.

Baek-cheon is looking at him with a face full of pride, Yu I-seol is still expressionless but clenched her fists as if she is overflowing with emotion, and Jo-geol looks like she is about to cry with her lips uncharacteristically pursed.

and… … .

“I understand.”

“… … .”

“If I fought ten times, I would have lost nine times.”

“know.”

Until clearing.

Yunjong nodded obediently to his words.

He also felt it keenly. Muyeon’s skills were clearly superior to Yunjong’s. He is still not up to par.

“but… … .”

Cheongmyeong grinned.

“If you win, that’s enough.”

“… … .”

“Spread your shoulders. Beating an opponent you can beat is nothing to be proud of. What you should be really proud of is when you beat an opponent you can’t beat. “It was awesome, death penalty.”

“… … “What kind of wind is blowing?”

Yoonjong stiffened for a moment as if he was embarrassed by the unexpected compliment from the guy who thought he would nag to his heart’s content.

However, for a moment, a brighter smile finally appeared on his lips.

‘This is victory.’

A strange sense of accomplishment that I had never felt before, even when I achieved good results in a martial arts competition or when I fought against Bingung and engaged in a fierce battle with a demonic cult, enveloped my entire body. He was filled with sentiment and slowly opened his mouth.

“I am… … .”

“I’m done?”

“… … .”

However, Yunjong’s gaze slowly turned to the side when he heard a voice coming from next to him. Before I knew it, Dangsoso was standing there smiling brightly.

“Let’s go when it’s over.”

“… … Is there any… … .”

Yunjong followed her backwards like a cow being led to a slaughterhouse. Hwasan’s disciples all laughed at that sight.

But their eyes were not filled with only joy and laughter. Whether it was a priest or a private servant, everyone felt a lot from Yoonjong’s appearance.

“It is a connected sword.”

Baekcheon stared at Yunjong’s back and muttered.

‘Honestly, I’m jealous.’

That unwavering, upright will, that tenacity.

Of course he knew. That it is not the right thing to harbor such feelings.

But what can you do? This is his honest feelings. He quickly buried this slightly embarrassing feeling of jealousy and tried to hide it.

but.

“Look at Dongryong’s expression. “That, that.”

“… … .”

Ah, that ghostly bastard.

Baekcheon distorted his face and let out a sigh.

“Tsk tsk. Anyway, there are more people out there. “If only I was too greedy.”

“No, it’s not like that… … !”

Baekcheon, whose face was blushing, was about to retort, but Cheongmyeong spoke softly.

“Sa-suk must have work to do.”

Baekcheon finally kept his mouth shut after hearing those calm words. And he looked into Cheongmyeong’s eyes and sighed.

“Really, that bastard’s Jodong Club… … .”

know. If Yunjong must lead the future Hwasan on his back, Baekcheon must place the current Hwasan on a rock.

You can’t rank which is more important. Both were extremely important matters.

Baekcheon quietly looked at the celadon boats. Everyone was extremely reminded of Jo Geol and Yoon Jong’s victory.

‘I see hope.’

Jo Geol proved that distribution and age are not everything, and Yoon Jong showed that even talent can be overcome if you have the will to push yourself.

So, is there any way not to be excited?

“They’re such damned bastards.”

He created the atmosphere like this before he even stepped in, so now he can’t lose even if he wants to, doesn’t he?

Both were absolutely wonderful.

But he was their private quarters. I can’t lose to those guys yet.

“Take a good look, you guys.”

Baekcheon headed to the off-stage, holding his plum sword tightly. No, she was heading.

“Are you going?”

Cheongmyeong’s grumpy voice called out to him. Baekcheon answered as if it was obvious.

“We have to keep this momentum going.”

“Well, that’s not bad either. however… … .”

“huh?”

“I don’t know if it will turn out the way Sasook thinks.”

Baekcheon, feeling slightly ominous, glanced at Cheongmyeong. Whenever this guy said something like this, something unexpected would always happen.

“Shall we change the order?”

“No, well… … .”

Cheongmyeong chuckled and shook his head.

“That wouldn’t mean much. You can leave. “First of all, let’s win with flying colours.”

Baekcheon looked at him blankly, not knowing what was going on.

If it was going to be like this, why did you say that?

“Let’s go first.”

“uh.”

As Baekcheon walked towards the off-stage with a slightly ambiguous expression, Cheongmyeong laughed bitterly to himself.

“It’s not prestigious because it’s great. “Because we won, it’s prestigious.”

Now Baekcheon will also clearly know that fact.

Heo San-ja was the first to greet Mu-yeon as she came down from the off-stage. The way he glared was surprisingly cruel.

Mu-yeon could not ignore those gazes and stood in front of Heo San-ja. Heo San-ja, who had been glaring at Mu-yeon for a long time as if he was about to eat her, spoke as if chewing.

“Did you say ram?”

“… … .”

“It is a matter of honor as a monk. “Is your personal satisfaction more important to you than the reputation of a monk?”

It was truly a voice filled with swords.

Even though Muyeon was a great disciple and a powerful person worthy of being called the Shaman’s Three Swords, he could not ignore the elder’s wrath. He sighed briefly and quietly closed his eyes.

However, Muyeon’s eyes soon opened again, and there was not even a trace of wavering in them.

“Elder. “What is the meaning of the honor so earned?”

Heo Sanja’s face distorted at his calm rebuttal.

“… … “What did you say just now?”

Muyeon shook her head slightly and said.

“Honour is meaningful when it is rightfully earned. “Isn’t the honor gained by claiming to have won over a loss, or by hiding one’s own mistakes, more humiliating than the pointing of a finger when one commits a mistake?”

Heo Sanja’s face convulsed as his anger boiled over. But Muyeon’s words continued steadfastly.

“I did not step down because my honor was not important. I stepped down because honor is important. “If I hide my mistakes by saying they didn’t see them, how can I call myself a proud disciple of a shaman?”

Heo Sanja said while gritting his teeth and glaring at Muyeon.

“Did you say everything?”

“Elder.”

As the atmosphere became more hostile, Mujin quietly stepped forward and tried to dissuade him.

“I have eyes to see. Just calm down for now.”

“… … .”

“And from what I heard, what Muyeon said wasn’t so wrong.”

“what?”

“They wouldn’t have been unaware of the mistake Muyeon made.”

Even if everyone didn’t know, one person definitely knew.

Volcano God Dragon.

There’s no way he couldn’t have seen what Mujin saw.

“If Mu-yeon hadn’t retreated from there, he might have suffered even greater humiliation. Haven’t you heard enough rumors about people who looked down on volcanoes and were disgraced?”

“this… … !”

But Heo Sanja’s anger did not go away at all. He sharpened his teeth and sharpened them.

“How can you be so foolish!”

Aren’t they all just talking nonsense?

How would they know?

The morality they talk about actually comes from leisure.

The justice they say ultimately comes from power.

Those who have difficulty speaking cannot discuss morality, and those who are powerless cannot discuss justice. Little do they know that everything they are boasting about now comes from the wealth and fame of the monks.

‘I was so isolated from the world.’

It may seem plausible to pursue the Tao by only sharpening the sword in a pure world, but in the end, this is the same as growing up in a greenhouse without experiencing the three waves.

‘Under the name of the prestigious family that our ancestors shed their blood for, weaklings who only talk nonsense have grown up.’

Heo Sanja’s eyes darkened.

He no longer felt the need to discuss right and wrong with them. This is a debate that has no answer anyway.

What matters now is not what is right.

What is important is that he must achieve victory. That was the intention and meaning of Jang Mun-in who sent him here.

“Elder. “The next opponent comes up.”

Heo Sanja looked towards the off-stage with a cold, stiff face. He scolded in a cold voice as he watched Baekcheon slowly walking from the other end.

“You stay disciplined.”

“Yes, Elder.”

The answer came back, but Heo Sanja did not even look at Muyeon until the end. His eyes were solely focused on Baekcheon, who was going up to the off-stage.

‘Is it Hwajeonggeom?’

Excluding Hwasan Shinryong, Baekcheon is said to be the best among the late volcanoes. Of course, he did not have the highest score in past martial arts competitions, but he was well aware that he defeated Jongnam’s Jingeumryong and achieved remarkable results in the conquest of Daebyeolchae.

More than anything… … .

‘The people we have dealt with so far were the three great disciples.’

Even though they are called under the same name, the difference in distribution cannot be ignored. It was clear that Baekcheon would be at least one step ahead of Jogeol and Yoonjong who had appeared so far.

Baekcheon, who walked to the center of the off-stage, calmly swept in.

“This is Baekcheon, the great disciple of Hwasan.”

He glanced at the shaman, then fixed his gaze on Mujin and spoke.

“I don’t think I have the right to choose my partner, but as a martial artist, I don’t think it’s blameworthy to have someone you want. “If you don’t mind, I would like to have a sword fight with Mujin Daehyup.”

The eyes of the shaman’s disciples turned to Mujin.

It may seem arrogant for a second-generation disciple of a volcano to ask a first-generation disciple of a shaman to dance, but in fact, that was not the situation at hand.

Considering the activities shown so far by Hwasan’s three great disciples and considering Hwajeonggeom’s position within Hwasan, Bimu’s request for Mujin did not seem that unreasonable.

“hmm.”

Mujin must have thought so too as he lightly touched Songmungogeom.

If he can’t compete with Cheongmyeong anyway, shouldn’t his job be to fight the strongest other than him?

“I will accept that challenge… … .”

It was then.

“for a moment.”

Heo Sanja coldly blocked Mujin. Even though the voice was low, it pierced everyone’s ears in an odd way.

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