Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 6. This really shouldn’t be happening. (1) “Y-you… you little mudskipper-like bastards….” [tl note: “망둥이 같은 놈들 ” compares them to mudskippers—small, jumpy fish—used mockingly to describe restless, insignificant troublemakers.] The disciples, who had the misfortune of being caught in this situation by Hyeon Yeong, quickly assessed their options. Sect law? Strict rules? Human morality and proper order? What a joke. The person currently breathing fire before their eyes was not someone such trivial standards could be applied to. No, more precisely, there was no way to even know whether such standards could be applied to him. Before one could even begin discussing rules and morality, a switch would already come whipping down on their mouths, so the proposition could never be proven either way. But unfortunately, this was not a problem with Hyeon Yeong. In most groups, rules and morality cannot overcome authority and hierarchy. So the disciples’ choice, in that sen...

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....