Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 9. This isn’t how this is supposed to go. (4) “What is this?” “Why are we already here?” “Did we dream or something?” The Mount Hua disciples couldn’t help but be bewildered at the scene before them. “Is this really Jinan?” [Jinan. 제남(濟南). Capital city of Shandong province.] “It seems like it, sasuk.” “No, since when was Jinan this close? Isn’t it practically at the eastern end?” “That’s true, but….” It was strange. They hadn’t particularly hurried or quickened their pace. And yet, somehow, they had already arrived in Jinan. “What on earth….” “No, wait. We should think about this differently. Maybe it’s not that we came fast—maybe this is actually normal?” “Hm? What do you mean?” “This time we weren’t dragging that ridiculously heavy cart across ice, or climbing snow-covered mountains, or forcing our way through those suffocating, damp jungles where you can barely breathe, right?” “Ah……” Everyone nodded as if it made sense. Come to think of it,...

Chapter 8. This isn’t how this is supposed to go. (3) “So. The Mount Hua Divine Dragon has left the sect.” “Yes.” An awkward atmosphere lingered between Beop Jeong and Beop Gye. They had somehow managed to smooth things over with words, but a subtle discomfort—difficult to put into words—refused to fade. “Leaving at a time like this...” Beop Jeong continued, deliberately ignoring the feeling. In truth, this conversation itself was almost laughable. That mere second- generation and third-generation disciples of a single sect had stepped outside their gates—was that really something the abbot of Shaolin, Beop Jeong, should even be speaking of? And yet, neither Beop Jeong, who spoke the words, nor Beop Gye, who brought the news, thought so at all. If an ordinary man took a walk outside his village, it would simply be called a walk. But if an emperor stepped outside his palace, it could shake an entire nation. In other words, even the same act must be judged differently...

Chapter 7. This isn’t how this is supposed to go. (2) Words are vessels that hold thought. But those vessels are always a little lacking. Which is to say, words can never fully contain everything one thinks. While listening to Hyeon Yeong for a long time, even Cheong Myeong had begun to wonder, ‘Huh? Could I have just said it and gone? Was it enough to simply mention I was heading somewhere? Has the switch from my sahyung, which used to fly to my calves whenever I mentioned going somewhere, somehow tamed me?’ But after a bit of time passed, Cheong Myeong realized. There hadn’t been the slightest error in his judgment. It was just that the thought hadn’t managed to come out as words. “…I said it was a personal matter.” Cheong Myeong ground his teeth as he stared ahead. The sect leader and elders had come out to see him off on his long journey. But the reason Cheong Myeong was grinding his teeth wasn’t because of their excessive send-off. It was because of what stood ...