Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1925. What Is It That You Desire? (5) Yoon Jong’s eyes tightened with tension. Come to think of it, there was no real reason for him to be nervous. Hadn’t he seen Jo Geol rush at Cheong Myeong and get thoroughly beaten countless times already? And yet, he couldn’t easily shake off the tension rising within him. That was probably because this match was clearly different in nature from all the ones before. Jo Geol was strong. Incomparably stronger than he had been in the past. Even Yoon Jong could now do little more than exchange swords with him. If one had to name the person who had progressed the most through this war, it would undoubtedly be Jo Geol. And so, even as he felt tense, he found himself curious. ‘How close has Geol-ie gotten to that bastard Cheong Myeong now?’ Would this match once again do nothing more than confirm the vast gulf between them? Or, unlike before, would Jo Geol at least be able to step on his shadow? Yoon Jong lightly clenched his fist...

Chapter 1924. What Is It That You Desire? (4) The sharp tip of the sword moved slowly. The cold air of dawn split apart before that movement. Slowly, yet distinctly. And so the sword moved, and moved again. It was light. It was smooth. At times powerful, and at times immeasurably heavy. Countless meanings gathered upon the sword tip only to scatter again and again. Like waves rolling toward the shore, the intent contained within the sword remained the same, yet also changed each time. But if someone were to watch it, they might judge it to be nothing more than an unbearably slow sword strike. A Blunt Sword. [ Dungeom . 둔검(鈍劍). Literally “Blunt Sword”. A sword principle emphasizing weight, restraint, and depth over sharpness and speed.] A principle least suited to Mount Hua's sword was unfolding through Cheong Myeong's Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword. “......Hoo.” Cheong Myeong slightly lifted his gaze toward the sky. One shichen . That is the amount of...

Chapter 1923. What Is It That You Desire? (3) The warriors of the Frozen Land were strong. Every single day, they faced the sharp claws of beasts and battled against cold that flayed the flesh itself. They had been raised in a land where one could not survive without wagering one’s life day after day. Because of that, they had lived with pride, believing themselves harder and more steadfast than anyone else in the world. But as they faced the beings now approaching them, the warriors of the Frozen Land thought… Perhaps the strength they had always believed in was nothing more than snow atop a mountain that had never once seen spring or summer. “Heuuuuuuuuaaaak!” Shriveled invaders, so small they barely reached the warriors’ shoulders, charged forward with hideous shrieks. The hands gripping their spears trembled on their own. Yet before they could even suppress the trembling, the evil ghosts descended upon them with crimson-lit eyes. “KIAAAAAAAAK!” Kagagang! Bodies ...