Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 631

Episode 631 There are defeats that are more valuable than victories. (One)

It stretches out.

The branches extending from the beautiful, thickly grown trees created a large shade, blocking the scorching sun.

It was an alien sight, a little different from the plum blossoms on the volcano I had seen so far.

Different doesn’t mean it’s wrong.

The plum blossoms in the volcano symbolize a blooming flower, that is, a flower. However, what this sword produces now is the plum tree itself.

What is coming is Taegeukhyegeom (太極慧劍).

The best holiday of the shaman, embodying the principles of Taegeuk (太極) based on the harmony of yin (陰) and yang (陽).

Its power was so great that it surpassed all the words in the world discussing Hyegeom.

Kwazizig!

The non-stage floor, made of solid bluestone, could not withstand the pressure and cracked.

Even if it seems like you’re gently pushing it away, it hits you hard, and even if you wrap it warmly, it stabs you coldly.

The harmony of yin and yang, in other words, different qualities coexist.

Yin and yang (陰陽) and yang (double intention).

This sword clearly showed what the shaman was pursuing.

Quack! Quack!

The floor, unable to withstand the pressure, broke and rose into the air. A surge of sword energy flew towards the cloud sword, wrapping around even the crushed pieces of stone as if embracing them.

It was indeed a gentle yet strong attack.

It was such a formidable sword technique that it seemed like it would be too much as a final blow to the injured person.

However, Ungeom felt grateful again.

This is proof that Mugak recognizes him. He is determined to show his best sword skills to an opponent he recognizes.

The shaman’s disciple, who once dared not look at him, is doing his best to wield his sword for himself. There can be no greater honor than this as a warrior.

Therefore, Ungeom also did not show any hesitation.

‘Stretch out.’

One day, the sword of Cheongmyeong made a plum blossom bloom.

Baekcheon’s sword also made plum blossoms bloom.

But even then, Ungeom’s black plum blossom could not be contained.

Nevertheless, Ungeom was not frustrated. She was truly happy with her children’s growth. Ignoring the ray of agony that was forming in my heart, I pushed it down and smiled.

okay. It is up to those children to bloom.

He is simply a bridge that connects previous generations with future generations.

It provides shade to prevent the still delicate flowers from drying out in the hot sun.

The branches spread out. Like the anger that is spewed out into the world.

‘Elder.’

Everyone has a first time.

Although he is now in a teaching position, in the past he was also a learner.

A shrine that is collapsing and a volcano that is losing strength day by day. Even in that desperate and gloomy situation, Hyeon-sang’s eyes looking at them were just warm.

‘Can I tell you this?’

Are you able to give to your children what you have received from them?

I also realized it now. I have now realized how you taught me, but will you be able to convey those deep feelings to those children?

Ungeom gripped the sword a little tighter.

no. He just believes.

I just believe that a person’s feelings are conveyed to others even without words or shouting.

New shoots sprouted at the ends of branches extending from a large tree.

Unlike the brilliantly blooming flowers of his disciples, the buds that bloomed at the tip of Ungeom’s sword were simply green.

Quaaaaa!

The sword energy of Taegeuk surged in and collided with the sword energy created by the cloud sword. At that moment, the entire sword energy of the cloud bounced and stumbled greatly.

“Cough!”

Blood poured out like a waterfall from Ungeom’s mouth.

The tremendous competition and unimaginable power of the sword turned his entire insides upside down.

‘It hurts.’

But this cannot be called pain.

I can endure the pain of my body being crushed.

This was nothing compared to seeing my teacher’s shoulders slumped in helplessness.

This cannot even be called pain compared to the pain he feels when he realizes that he cannot give anything to his young disciples who are looking at him with half-hearted eyes.

Quad Deuk!

Ungeom’s feet dug into the floor. It looked like a tree was taking root.

The world is always cold and harsh.

‘One thing, disciples.’

When does winter end?

Ungeom’s gaze glanced towards one of his empty sleeves.

He thought about the things he had to lose.

Most people become stronger as they get hurt.

However, sometimes irreversible damage can occur.

The sensation at my fingertips was still unfamiliar. But despite this, he is still swinging the sword.

“Aaaaaaa!”

As the sword of Ungeom shouted as if it were crying, it was swung once again, and flame-like sword energy spewed out from the tip.

The burning sword energy pushed away the incoming yin and yang energy.

bang!

The two energies clashed with each other and swept across the non-stage floor.

Quang!

yet again!

Kwaaaaaaaa!

Once again!

As the collision continued, Ungeom’s body tilted as if it would crash into the floor at any moment.

However, he never kneeled or fell down.

Even though he was hurt by the rushing energy, and even though he was torn apart with each collision, Ungeom’s legs were firmly on the ground like they were the first time.

“… … .”

Baekcheon’s eyes became bloodshot as he watched this entire scene.

Blood that had already formed was dripping from his tightly clenched fist.

But his eyes did not leave Ungeom for even a moment.

‘Sasuk!’

It cannot be explained in words. How he feels watching all of this.

However, one thing was certain: it was very clear what Ungeom was trying to convey to his disciples.

That is something that cannot be expressed in crude language. You just can’t help but feel it.

Baekcheon’s shoulders trembled slightly.

Not only him, but everyone in Hwasan who was watching this dance had a solemn look on their faces that had never been seen before.

Everyone knows it.

Even if you have to die, you must not take your eyes off this scene.

Jo Geol-do, who always maintained a bright face, Dang So-so, who did not yet deeply understand Hwasan’s courage, and even Yu I-seol, who did not often show his emotions, watched Ungeom with a different expression than usual.

and… … .

Kuuk.

Cheongmyeong, who was looking at the off-stage from the front, slowly clenched his fists.

‘Ahaha.’

So much has been lost.

Is there anyone who can understand better than Cheongmyeong how Ungeom felt? Who can better understand the feeling of losing something you firmly believed in in an instant?

Nevertheless, Ungeom did not lose himself.

I just kept pushing forward again and again.

He did not hesitate to learn from his students and did not ignore the fact that he was not as good as before, so he just calmly walked again.

As I endured all that and watched the line, it was difficult to hold back the emotions rising in my chest.

‘execution.’

I was wrong.

I didn’t lead the volcano back.

It’s been here from the beginning.

The spirit of the volcano.

A smile formed on Cheongmyeong’s lips.

“excellent.”

A low murmur escaped. It was the sound of the ancestors passing on to the next generation who inherited the spirit of Hwasan across the ages.

‘Where was this?’

Consciousness gradually became blurred.

I felt like my body was going to be crushed. For a moment, my consciousness was lost and I could not see clearly.

thud!

Great shocks continued to hit my body, but rather than coming back to my senses, my mind continued to blur.

‘What was I doing?’

I couldn’t even remember.

Nevertheless, the sword is still cutting through the air.

Even if my consciousness fades away, my body doesn’t move properly, and my will shakes as if it’s breaking.

Touro, who has been drawing his entire life, is still with him. Even if he was not conscious of it or had no will, he was unfolding his sword as if he had to.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

Yin and yang clashed with each other, creating great power. An incredibly enormous force attacked the cloud sword.

I wrung my tightly closed mouth and blood spurted out once again.

But thanks to that, I came to my senses a little bit again.

‘You’re strong.’

Despite all his efforts, shamanism was still a high mountain. Perhaps he may not be able to surpass the status of a shaman even if he suffers all his life.

But that didn’t seem to matter anymore.

Wooooow!

The sword, which was shaking violently as if it would slip out of my grasp at any moment, regained some stability.

‘The sword is honest.’

Even if you cry or use evil, the impossible will not suddenly become possible. If you really want it, you have to build it up, not yell at it.

‘Building up one day, building up another day…’ … .’

So we will reach it someday.

That is the path the inspection should take.

Oooooh!

As if the sword responded to his will, it gave out a clear sword name.

‘Let’s play.’

The sword flows. As if riding the surging sword energy or playing with the wind.

The pressure that had been pressing on my whole body suddenly disappeared, and the ear-piercing roar also went away.

All I can feel is the feel of the sword held in my hand.

What should I convey?

For a moment, a question appeared in his head, and a smile appeared on Ungeom’s lips.

‘There is only one.’

He spread his legs slightly and stepped firmly onto the floor.

The relaxed knee naturally bent slightly. He held out his shoulders and held the sword in front of him, as if he still had his right hand.

Suspension tax.

The attitude that starts everything.

The sword energy of yin and yang flying into his now clear gaze was clearly visible.

It was a majestic force, like two dragons, black and white, intertwined and flying.

“It always starts with one.”

But his sword sounded calmly and slowly. The sword raised above his head was hanging down towards his back.

The sword, which had risen as high as it could, was brought down with all of his being.

Hit it down.

The first thing he learned.

And the first thing he taught.

The ending will be different for everyone, but the beginning will be the same for everyone.

This was his prototype, the prototype of the volcano.

The day will come when volcanoes will make a name for themselves in the world. One day, there will come a time when it will lose its brilliant name and decline.

However, unless the clear spirit of the children who hold and swing the wooden sword with their fern hands disappears, the volcano will not disappear either.

Sigh!

A downward strike loaded with magnificent sword energy divided yin and yang.

“Haaaaaap!”

“Taaaaaat!”

With the shouts filled with the full power of the two swordsmen, a huge storm of energy swept over the non-stage.

Quaaaaaaa!

The fierce swirling energy spread out in all directions, but neither the volcano’s disciple nor the shaman’s disciple retreated.

As if he was going to engrave this magic in his eyes, he held on by absorbing the rushing energy with his whole body.

Quaaaaaaa!

Black, white, and blue energies rose into the sky in harmony.

The gust of wind became a strong wind, and the strong wind soon subsided into a calm breeze.

Silence fell over my son-in-law. There were a lot of people, but no one even made a sound.

In the eerily quiet space, only the faint sound of the two people breathing could be heard.

Cloud sword. And Mugak.

Two people were standing on a non-stage.

Of the two people who were facing each other as motionlessly as stone statues, it was Ungeom who moved first.

Slurp.

He slowly put the sword into its sheath and slowly extended his remaining hand forward.

Just by looking at the way it was shaking, you could tell how much mental strength it took to hold out that hand.

The hand stretched forward, almost as if it would lose strength at any moment and fall into the air.

“well… … I learned… … “Yes.”

Mugak plunged his sword into the floor without hesitation. And then he held out both his hands and wrapped them in an extremely polite manner.

“really… … “I learned it really well, Dojang.”

Mugak’s voice was also trembling slightly.

As soon as the answer was finished, Ungeom’s body collapsed to the floor.

dump.

“stamp!”

“Sasuk!”

“Private dormitory!”

Mugak hurriedly jumped up and helped him up. At the same time, Hwasan’s disciples came rushing onto the non-stage.

“Cough.”

A series of coughs broke out from Ungeom’s mouth.

“Sasuk! Are you okay?”

“Governor! My, my injuries… … .”

As the disciples’ faces filled with blurred vision, the corner of Ungeom’s mouth slightly curled up.

“form… … .”

“… … .”

“It’s ugly… … losing… … “Didn’t you?”

At that question, Baekcheon’s hand, which held Ungeom’s hand, gained strength.

“… … “You were the best, Sasuk.”

Ungeom smiled faintly.

“Thank goodness…” … .”

Then he closed his eyes as if he was relieved. His hands hung limply at his sides.

“Sa, Sasukjo!”

“There is no need to make a fuss.”

Baekcheon bit his lip while trying to stop the embarrassed disciples.

“You just lost your mind.”

“… … .”

And then I picked up the cloud sword. I didn’t forget to bow slightly to Mugak before leaving the off-stage.

“As a disciple of Hwasan, I thank you for supporting Sasuk.”

“Muryangsubul.”

Mugak shook his head.

“Anyone would have done that.”

“… … .”

“Anyone.”

Baekcheon nodded and turned around.

The body of the Ungeom held in my arms was so light. That fact made Baekcheon somewhat sad.

“Remember.”

“… … .”

“What did you see?”

Hearing his heavy voice, Hwasan’s disciples nodded with stern faces. They went down the off-stage, led by Baekcheon holding the cloud sword. Everyone seemed to have their shoulders proudly straightened.

They are disciples of Hwasan and also disciples of Ungeom.

Cheongmyeong, who was watching from below the off-stage, slowly nodded.

“Sometimes in the world… … .”

The corners of his smiling mouth were full of pride.

“There are defeats that are more valuable than victories.”

This defeat will remain clearly in the hearts of Huashan disciples.

As a memory that will never be forgotten.

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