Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1922. What Is It That You Desire? (2) “You brought back quite a lot.” “….I got lucky.” Harhan answered with an expressionless face. [ 하르한 . Haleuhan.] And in truth, he really had been lucky. One wrong step and he would have become a bear’s next meal. As winter drew near, even the bears came south as though driven on by the cold itself. If one encountered a bear made savage before entering hibernation, one had to give up on the idea of dying cleanly. “Still, it looks like risking your life paid off. This should be enough to survive the winter.” “That’s right.” Harhan glanced back at the hides he had carried on his back. They were crudely treated hides, but there was quite a lot of them. To survive the winter, fur hides were necessary. A great many of them. Bears merely slept through the winter and that was the end of it, but humans could not stop moving even during winter. And these fur hides were the only weapons they possessed against the Great God of Win...

Chapter 1921. What Is It That You Desire? (1) Within a darkness so dense that one couldn’t distinguish any direction. “Huuuk….” Only a low sound of breathing echoed on endlessly. How much time had passed? Well, there was no way to know. His senses, sharpened to their very limit, would not readily permit even the refuge called sleep. All he could do was suppress and restrain the nerves stretched taut enough to snap at any moment. “Huuuk.” Each time he inhaled, a thick, fishy scent of blood clung to him like glue. Whose blood was it? Someone who died yesterday? Or someone who died the day before? That too, he couldn’t know. He couldn’t even remember since when the smell of blood had seeped into this body and refused to fade away. It was nauseating. The endless cycle, the fact that he himself couldn’t even close his eyes unless he held a sword in his hand, and… and all of this. Would it ever end? No, did such a thing as an end even exist? Within the space consume...

Chapter 20. No way, right? (5) Among the many estates in Jinan, there stood one large enough to be counted on one hand. Deep within it, a man dressed in blue silk robes held a small pair of scissors as he gazed at a bonsai set upon a tea table. “Hmm.” A middle-aged man with a short, broad beard that left a strong impression examined the bonsai with careful eyes, then delicately trimmed its overgrown leaves. Snip. Snip. Despite his large build and heavy-looking presence, the man’s touch as he pruned the bonsai was exceedingly meticulous. After tending to it for quite some time, the man spoke without taking his eyes off the bonsai. “So, it failed?” The person standing beside him in attendance flinched slightly before answering. “Y-Yes, it did.” “Failed, you say... failed... An operation entrusted to the Silent House ended in failure, is that it?” [Silent House. Mueumbang. 무음방(無音房). Literally ‘Room of No Sound’, the assassination organization.] “Th-that is...” “W...