Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1871. Simple, isn’t it? (1) ❀ ❀ ❀ “Huff!” Baek Cheon exhaled a ragged breath. Was it from being out of breath? Was it fear of the enemies in front of him? Not at all. ‘It’s burning.’ It felt like a great blaze was roaring within his body. This must be what one calls vitality. Clench. As he gripped his sword, it responded first, ringing with a clear chime. It felt like he could do anything, go anywhere. If he didn’t release this energy overflowing from within him right now, it felt like his body would explode with a bang. ‘Calm down.’ Baek Cheon gritted his teeth and tightened his grip. He knew. This wasn’t something new. It was merely the power he had always possessed. Though it had grown stronger after breaking through a wall, it wasn’t vastly different from the inner strength he once held. But it was different. It had to be. How could the time when one took something for granted be the same as the moment they truly realized how precious it was? ...

Chapter 1870. Dying Would Be Easier. (5) ❀ ❀ ❀ Slash! The claw of the monstrous being scraped along Jo Geol’s side. The wound cut so deep that his white bones were visible, and the torn flesh quickly turned black. A suppressed groan escaped Jo Geol’s lips. It was a serious injury, but he had no time to deal with it. No, in fact, wounds like that were already engraved all over his body. Drenched in both his own blood and that of others, he swung his sword as if walking a tightrope over a cliff. “Keurgh!” His breathing was so ragged it felt like he might collapse at any moment. Jo Geol, who always tried to lighten grim situations with jokes, couldn’t bring himself to crack even the smallest quip now. Once again, he swung his sword forcefully to shake off the monsters clinging to him. ‘Not… anymore…’ He didn’t want to whimper. But it was too obvious now. At this rate, he wouldn’t survive past the next exchange. If he fell here, Mount Hua and the Alliance would eventual...

Chapter 1869. Dying Would Be Easier. (4) ❀ ❀ ❀ Red. Everything is red. In Cheong Myeong’s world, color fades away. The only hues that remain are red and black. In other words, everything is fading like the scenery of that day. The reality before his eyes overlaps with the scenes in his memory. Intermingled, crossing over, they press down on his mind. His shoulders, hunched without realizing it, trembled faintly. But of course Cheong Myeong knows. This is just something that happened in the past. What lies before him is nothing more than an illusion conjured by memory. Yes. He knows that. But knowing doesn’t mean he can control it. The fear that this horrific scene might become reality once more gripped Cheong Myeong’s feet and wouldn’t let go. It clung to him, relentlessly, to the point of a shudder. “Why are you trembling?” Jang Ilso smiled gently as he looked at Cheong Myeong, who was biting down on his lip. “Didn’t you say you could protect everything?” “Yo...