Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1984. Because I’m Here. (4) “Urgh.” His mouth tasted sweet, and the sky was beginning to turn yellow. It was a sight he often saw whenever he reached his limit, but the reason it felt particularly special today was probably that one person’s place was empty. “S-sasuk.” “Hm?” “What about that bastard Cheong Myeong? Doesn’t this mean he’ll be left behind?” “Pungyeong Singae is protecting that bastard as though his life depends on it. He’s twice as fast as us, so don’t worry.” “Ah....” Yoon Jong nodded quickly. In a world where the Demonic Cult had invaded, it was hard to imagine any place being safe. Even so, riding on Pungyeong Singae’s back was undoubtedly the safest option among those available. “Ah, seriously, you worry about the strangest things! Do you think that man is someone who’d go down easily? Even if you threw him into hell, he’d smash the King of Yama’s head and come right back! Worry about ourselves first, will you? Worry about ourselves!” “.....

Chapter 1983. Because I’m Here. (3) KWAANG! KWAAANG! It was a situation more than enough to make anyone frantic. The continuous explosions told them just how fiercely the Demonic Cultists were battering that wall. Even so, the reason Yoon Jong’s mind remained calm was simpler than one might expect. It wasn’t shaking. The wall erected before them didn’t budge, even under the Demonic Cultists’ desperate, writhing struggles. “......Amazing.” It seemed Yoon Jong wasn’t the only one who fully appreciated how extraordinary this sword wall was. Jo Geol’s admiration, almost like a groan, pierced Yoon Jong’s ears. Of course it would. Jo Geol wielded the most aggressive sword in Mount Hua. Though he had uttered his words in the form of admiration, wasn’t his mind probably now filled with thoughts of how he would break through that defense if he were to face Lee Songbaek? After all, it was a common habit among sword practitioners to compare everything they saw against their own ...

Chapter 1982. Because I’m Here. (2) “Whoa.........” Jo Geol’s mouth fell open. Sword qi that resembled Mount Hua’s plum blossoms, yet was different from them. Unlike the plum blossoms that fluttered and surged upward, the pure-white Snow Blossoms fluttered and poured down toward the Demonic Cultists like a blizzard. It was an overwhelming sight. Even Yoo Iseol, whose pride in Mount Hua’s martial arts was so great that it bordered on the unusual, now had no choice but to acknowledge it. Though they might have begun from the same root due to an unfortunate incident, what that sword now brought into bloom differed in character from Mount Hua’s martial arts. ‘Heavy.’ It would be strange to look at snow and describe it as heavy. Even more so when that snow wasn’t piling up until it collapsed, but was instead scattering through the air. And yet that sword unquestionably carried weight. No, rather than weight...... “You crazy bastard! What the hell do you think you’re doing,...