Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 5. Uh, There... (5) There’s a saying, ‘three-day determination’. No need for a long explanation. It means a person’s resolve rarely lasts more than three days. Baek Cheon agreed with that. Human willpower isn’t as strong as people think, and keeping up what you’ve set your mind to is extremely difficult. But even so… “Forget three days, you should at least last three shijin, you lunatic!” [시진 (時辰 / shijin): A traditional time unit; 1 shijin ≈ 2 hours, so 3 shijin ≈ 6 hours.] “Well, things like that can happen in life.” “Why is it that there are so many things that ‘can happen’ to you?” And why that generosity never seems to apply to other people. “Anyway, that’s how it turned out, so I’ll see you later. I’ll be right back.” “Wait!” “Ah, what now?” Suppressing the boiling anger inside him, Baek Cheon spoke. “Just in case I’ll ask. You do know that disciples of the main sect need the sect leader’s permission to leave the mountain gate, right?” Hearing ...

Chapter 4. Uh, There... (4) “...How is he?” “He’s been out of it the whole time.” “.....” Baek Cheon let out a low groan, his face darkening. “Uh, how bad?” “Seems pretty serious.” “So what exactly is wrong?” Jo Geol shrugged and continued. “Well, it’s the kind of thing you have to see to get, but for example, yesterday he was drinking on the eaves.” “That’s nothing new.” “The liquor just kept spilling out of the bottle—dripping all over the floor.” Baek Cheon’s face turned pale. That lunatic obsessed with alcohol is spilling liquor on the floor? The same guy who, even while looting bandit storehouses and handing everything out to the commoners, would say, ‘Liquor did nothing wrong. What good does it do for commoners to drink?’ and stash all the alcohol separately? “......What kind of situation am I supposed to compare this to?” It was so absurd he couldn’t even think of a fitting comparison. “To that extent?” “That’s not even the serious part, sasuk....

Chapter 3. Uh, There... (3) It was, without a doubt, something that could be called an achievement. To have completed an investigation in just three days—into an incident from twenty years ago, unrelated to the jianghu, no less. It was a result wrung out by sending carrier pigeons to the main branch over a dozen times a day—crying, pleading, clinging, and threatening. Perhaps not something to boast about proudly, but at least something one could boast about with a bit of embarrassment? But the real achievement, in Hong Daegwang’s mind, was not finishing the investigation in three days. It was keeping this branch intact for three days under the grip of that rampaging lunatic. “It was magnificent.” “......” “If I’d known earlier how precious property is, I wouldn’t have lived as a beggar.” “What are you even talking about, you keep saying weird things.” “No, it’s nothing.” Just thinking that made him feel somehow guilty toward the Beggar Union. What was so bad about...