Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1948. So It Was Still There. Within Me. (3) “What in the world is happening?” An enormous crowd had gathered before the main gate of the Imperial Palace. What they were staring at was the countless ranks of the Imperial Army, and within their encirclement, the assembled civil and military officials. Living near the Imperial Palace, they had often had opportunities to witness palace ceremonies. Even so, today’s spectacle felt utterly unfamiliar. To begin with, there were more Imperial soldiers and officials than any of them had ever seen. At a glance, it was enough to make one suspect that everyone inside that vast palace was pouring out beyond its gates. “L-Look over there.” “Huh?” “The white horses are coming out. Isn’t that... the Dragon Carriage?” “The Dragon Carriage?” Another turned his head at the question. Pure white horses emerged through the palace gates, and soon afterward, a colossal carriage drawn by a total of twenty-four white steeds revealed i...

Chapter 1947. So It Was Still There. Within Me. (2) “What is the situation?” “It’s the worst it could be.” A small secluded chamber. It wasn’t called a secret chamber because it was locked away, but because no one would dare approach it without permission. Four men dressed in official robes, symbols of the highest ranks of government, occupied the room. “What do you mean by that? Are you saying they can’t be stopped? Just what are the Jinyiwei and the Imperial Army doing, that they can’t even handle a mere few hundred enemies?” [ Jinyiwei . 금의위 ( 錦衣衛 ). Literally “Embroidered Uniform Guard”. The Ming dynasty’s elite imperial military guard and secret police, directly subordinate to the emperor. Wow? Mount Hua novel set in the Ming Dynasty confirmed?!] The elderly high official’s voice burst forth in furious indignation, causing the middle-aged military officer clad in armor to knit his brows. “Please mind your words, Grand Secretary. The Imperial Army is not weak. As yo...

Chapter 1946. So It Was Still There. Within Me. (1) Silence. Everything was silent. The Archbishop simply accepted that long silence that seemed as though it would stretch on forever. Of course, that did not mean he welcomed it. He was one who had spent countless years in silence, regardless of his own will. If silence means being unable to cry out, unable to scream, then perhaps he was the one in this world who hated silence the most. It was agony. Agony greater than having one’s flesh torn apart, greater than having one’s soul burned away. The Archbishop had spent most of his life together with that agony of silence. But now? Was this silence painful as well? No. It wasn’t. Rather, even though he was now being forced into a silence deeper than any he had ever endured before, it no longer caused him pain. Because this silence was different from that accursed silence he had merely been forced to endure without end. The end of this silence already lay over there. T...