Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1920. I Wish This Could Last. (10) ❀ ❀ ❀ “Have you forgotten, Second Bishop?” The Archbishop asked calmly in a serene voice that showed no disturbance at all. Even the murderous intent radiating so clearly from the Second Bishop seemed insignificant to him. No, perhaps that was a mistaken interpretation born from failing to understand the Archbishop. To him, anything other than the Heavenly Demon was likely worthless. Even his own life. “Faith is not something you expect a reward from. Faith is not something you seek meaning in. Faith is dignity in and of itself.” Heavenly Executioner’s expression twisted. Even as he watched this, the Archbishop continued speaking in a composed manner. “Why must you assign meaning to their deaths? To die while awaiting the descent of the Supreme Heavenly Demon is the greatest blessing a believer could receive. Why do you not understand that the very fact you consider this a punishment and suffering is proof that doubt has already ...

Chapter 1919. I Wish This Could Last. (9) ❀ ❀ ❀ “Khh! This goes down so well.” “……Geol, since when did you like alcohol that much?” “There’s no one watching right now, is there?” “Huh? What does that have to do with anything?” “How does it not matter? From the disciples to people from other sects, there are so many eyes on us. I’ve barely ever been able to drink freely because I had to keep up appearances.” “......That was you keeping up appearances? ” “Good grief.” “Don’t lie, siju.” “……These guys?” When Jo Geol snapped and pointed a finger, laughter burst from all sides. Cheong Myeong also laughed. Though they were all laughing like this, everyone thought the same thing inside. They were now in a position where they could no longer ignore how others viewed them. That was why this gathering, with only the people here, was even more precious. At least here, they didn’t have to mind anyone’s eyes or pretend to be something. “Sasuk, be honest with us. What wer...

Chapter 1918.  I Wish This Could Last  (8) ❀ ❀ ❀ A great full moon hung over the peak of lofty Mount Hua. Its gentle light poured down as if stroking the sheer cliffs. In that stillness, a lone figure stumbled up the steep slope where a faint, chill energy drifted. “Urgh. Guess you really ought to die once you get old. How much did I even drink…?” He had drunk a lot. Didn’t he accept every drink the Huayin folks offered without refusing a single one, gulping them all down? He drank with them until everyone in the inn had drained their cups dry, so he must have downed several mal ’s worth at least. [Tl note. mal = an old Korean unit of volume, 1 mal around 18 liters lmaooo, so....] Yawning wide, Cheong Myeong stepped on the cliff ledge and vaulted upward. His swaying upper body overlapped with the moon floating in the sky. Had someone been watching from below, rumors might’ve spread that a drunken immortal lived on Mount Hua. Reaching the mountain in an ins...