Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1994. So That’s Why. (4) “Uraaaaaaah!” The Mount Hua disciples, making their grand entrance onto the battlefield with proud and stately strides, raced across the vast land in black martial uniforms bearing the plum blossom, the symbol of Mount Hua. If this had happened in the past, even just a few years ago, it wouldn’t have seemed particularly remarkable. But things were different now. In the present world, there wasn’t a single person who would dare look down on them. Mount Hua. The sword sect of Shaanxi that looked down upon all under heaven. A sect that had personally reclaimed its once-glorious reputation through the path it had walked. They now carried a weight and presence that the Mount Hua of the past had never possessed. The sight of Mount Hua’s swordsmen drawing their swords in unison and charging forward was so overwhelming that it made everyone watching catch their breath. But.... the eyes of those actually charging forward were wavering precariously, a...

Chapter 1993. So That’s Why. (3) Groups wearing martial uniforms of different colors mingled together, sweeping away the pitch-black enemies. Watching them from atop a high hill, Cheong Myeong suddenly sank down onto the ground. “They fight well.” His mouth opened and closed, as though he had something more to say, but eventually he shut it again. As though even he himself wasn’t quite sure what he should say right now. And Pungyeong Sin Gae seemed to understand his feelings to some extent. “There were no orders.” “I know.” “They all came of their own accord.” “Yeah.” “And these aren’t even all of them. Even at this very moment, there must be others hurrying here as fast as they can.” Cheong Myeong looked up at the distant sky. Well, what was he supposed to say? “.....like a fool.” Them? No. He himself felt like a fool. He had thought that unless people were given orders, forcibly pressed down, and held at knifepoint, no one would move. Because that was ...

Chapter 1992. So That’s Why. (2) “You inhuman bastards!” The elders of Zhongnan had flames blazing in their eyes. They had heard the name Demonic Cult countless times, but this was the first time they had actually come face-to-face with its followers. It was true that, even while coming all the way here under Jongli Gok’s forceful insistence, no, rather than insistence, an order closer to a threat, they hadn’t felt all that much sense of danger. It wasn’t the notorious Heavenly Demon or one of the bishops they were facing. They were merely foot soldiers. Just how formidable could a bunch of low-ranking soldiers possibly be? But the Demonic Cultists they actually encountered were more than enough to strip those elders of every last bit of composure. ‘We must never allow these bastards to run rampant in this world.’ Only after seeing them with their own eyes had they finally understood. The Demonic Cult bastards were fundamentally different from the unorthodox sect member...