Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1967. He Was Really This Strong? (2) Kwaaaang. Baek Cheon’s gaze grew somewhat darker as he saw the golden Buddha-light soaring into the heavens. ‘Monk……’ There was no way he couldn’t know. How could he not know how the intention ( 心意 ) within that Buddha-light had changed? [ Simui . 심의 ( 心意 ). “Mind-intent” or “intention of the heart.” In martial arts, it refers to the intent or inner will embodied in a person’s actions and techniques.] A small ache settled over his heart. Of course, it was presumptuous of him to feel sorry for Hye Yeon’s change. Hye Yeon was more than capable of deciding his own path and his own martial way. There was no doubt that everything was a choice he had made for himself. But even knowing that, Baek Cheon couldn’t shake away the thread of bitterness that came over him. If the world weren’t like this, if there were no Demonic Cult rampaging about to bring the world down...... would Hye Yeon truly have chosen to walk that path of his o...

Chapter 1966. He Was Really This Strong? (1) “Waaaaaah!” Jo Geol leaped away in horror. He had avoided the rushing river of plum blossoms. His mouth fell open at the terrifying sword qi that grazed right past him by a hair’s breadth. The plum blossoms that had poured forth like a raging torrent swept up the Demonic Cultists charging toward them in an instant. Countless petals wrapped around the Demonic Cultists and dragged them back, forcing them farther and farther away despite their fierce resistance. “W-what is this…..?” Stunned, Jo Geol stared blankly at the sight. If you look at whether it’s destructive, it isn’t. If this sword qi were truly destructive, then the Demonic Cultists caught in it would’ve been torn to pieces in an instant. But that was precisely why this sword qi felt even more incredible. Without breaking the opponent...... No, more precisely, even without possessing enough power to break them, sword qi that could still push the opponent away. It was ...

Chapter 1965. Let’s Die. Mount Hua. (5) From the gash across 491’s chest, black demonic energy surged and spilled out in great gushes. It was a fatal wound that would’ve killed an ordinary person instantly. But 491 was a demonic person who had reached Extreme Demon. If demonic art were merely martial arts that increased destructive power compared to orthodox art, then demonic people could never have trampled the world beneath their feet. Yet together with the writhing demonic energy, the wound splitting 491’s chest began healing in an instant. “You... You fucking vermin!” Killing intent boiled over from 491’s eyes. Turning anger into strength, and that strength into demonic energy. Having completed that transformation in an instant, 491 lunged forward with storm-like demonic energy coiling around his entire body. KWAAAAAA! A agrotesque regenerative ability that rendered the decisive blow he had unleashed by staking his own life futile in an instant. Even in the face of ...