Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1989. It Would Have Been Nice If You’d Seen This. (4) “Have you got something covering your eyes? Is that why you can’t see, huh?” At last, Cheong Myeong let his murderous intent show. He didn’t bother to ask specifically what it was that Cheong Mun couldn’t see. Even so, Cheong Mun understood exactly what he meant. He was talking about the people standing behind Cheong Myeong, the Mount Hua disciples groaning in their wretched condition. “If you hadn’t learned martial arts as nothing but an empty shell, you’d be able to see, wouldn’t you? How many do you think are missing?” “......” “I’m asking how many of them have fucking died compared to when we started!” A human life carried weight. All the more so when it belonged to people who had spent their entire lives together, people who were like family. It was precisely because Cheong Mun understood that weight that he could do nothing but remain silent. “Does the Sect Leader not even feel angry?” “Cheong Myeon...

Chapter 1988. It Would Have Been Nice If You’d Seen This. (3) Peng Jaho’s entire body instinctively shrank back. The Plum Blossom...... Sword Saint...... The Sword Ghost of Mount Hua. The one who had turned not just one, but several bishops of the Demonic Cult, beings no different from demons themselves, into wandering souls. No one in the Central Plains other than him had ever defeated a bishop single-handedly. This fact alone was more than enough to prove the extent of his power. The Greatest Sword Under Heaven. No, the Greatest Man Under Heaven, surpassing even that. But what filled Peng Jaho with fear wasn’t merely the fact that this man’s martial prowess had reached a realm beyond anything he could contend with. Frankly, there must have been many people in the world stronger than Peng Jaho. There was no need to check them one by one, but even a rough count would easily put their number above twenty. But was Peng Jaho afraid of such people? Not at all. Peng Jaho was...

Chapter 1987. It Would Have Been Nice If You’d Seen This. (2) Fear clouded the bishop’s eyes. It was hard to believe, but impossible to deny. The pinnacle of the Demonic Cult, bowing their heads to no one except the Heavenly Demon. Monsters who had proven the might of the cult by turning all the renowned masters of the Central Plains into wandering souls. The fact that even those who were called demons who had sold their souls to the Heavenly Demon, even the bishops of the Demonic Cult who had plunged the entire Central Plains into terror, were ultimately no more than human. Blood spurted into the air from the places where his fingers had been cut off. He didn’t even feel any pain. Was it because someone of a bishop’s caliber could disregard even the sensation of pain? What a load of bullshit. It was simply because, with his neck about to be severed at any moment, he had no time to spare a thought for mere fingers. A sword enveloped in crimson energy swept past the neck...