Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 20. No way, right? (5) Among the many estates in Jinan, there stood one large enough to be counted on one hand. Deep within it, a man dressed in blue silk robes held a small pair of scissors as he gazed at a bonsai set upon a tea table. “Hmm.” A middle-aged man with a short, broad beard that left a strong impression examined the bonsai with careful eyes, then delicately trimmed its overgrown leaves. Snip. Snip. Despite his large build and heavy-looking presence, the man’s touch as he pruned the bonsai was exceedingly meticulous. After tending to it for quite some time, the man spoke without taking his eyes off the bonsai. “So, it failed?” The person standing beside him in attendance flinched slightly before answering. “Y-Yes, it did.” “Failed, you say... failed... An operation entrusted to the Silent House ended in failure, is that it?” [Silent House. Mueumbang. 무음방(無音房). Literally ‘Room of No Sound’, the assassination organization.] “Th-that is...” “W...

Chapter 19. No way, right? (4) “So what I’m trying to say is......” “Wait.” Just as Cheong Myeong was about to continue, Baek Cheon hurriedly stepped in. “Come out for a moment.” “Huh? Wh-what is it?” “I said it’s fine. Just come.” Yoon Jong and Baek Cheon each grabbed one of Cheong Myeong’s arms and, with him still in a sitting position, lifted him up and carried him outside the house. “What are you doing? All of a sudden.” “I’m saying this out of needless worry—” [tl note: Nopasim (노파심)*. Literally “old woman’s heart,” an idiom meaning excessive or unnecessary worry.] Watching Cheong Myeong frown in confusion, Baek Cheon spoke in an extremely cautious tone. “Don’t get angry, and don’t hit him.” “Huh?” Before Cheong Myeong could even answer, Yoon Jong added as if urging him over and over again, “Yeah. Listen properly to your sasuk. Don’t just lash out because you’re pissed. There are guys who come to their senses when they’re beaten, but there are also gu...

Chapter 18. No way, right? (3) “Cough… this has to be….” The assassin reflexively grabbed the sword he had dropped. “W-what the…?” He forced his head up. His wandering gaze locked onto Seok Hanbin. No, more precisely, onto the small thing at Seok Hanbin’s feet. “A weasel?” The assassin stared blankly at the white weasel, then lifted his head and met Seok Hanbin’s eyes. Faced with that look—one that seemed to demand an explanation—Seok Hanbin found himself speaking without thinking. It was hard to ignore the desperation in those eyes, even if the man was here to kill him. “…I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but I don’t really know what’s going on either.” “……” “Seriously.” Only then did the assassin’s gaze leave Seok Hanbin and return to the weasel. “…Ugh.” It still seemed impossible for him to accept that he’d been sent rolling across the ground by something so small, but an assassin was still an assassin. He soon pushed himself up and steadied his stance. ...