Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1881 . You Can Do It (1) ❀ ❀ ❀ A massive calligraphy brush gripped in a large hand swept across the plaque without hesitation. The brushstrokes were exactly what one would call ‘ dragon and snake soaring through the skies ’, a forceful yet refined script. Bold black lines, imbued with strength and precision, drew four characters on the white-tinged plaque. [ yongsabideung , 용사비등 ( 龍蛇飛騰 )] Tak. “Hmph.” The middle-aged man stared at the completed calligraphy for a long moment, then furrowed his brows and shook his head. Without a trace of regret, he set the plaque aside and brought forward a fresh, clean one. “Ugh. Seriously.” “...Hm?” “It all looks the same! What’s the difference, really? You keep rewriting it again and again... Don’t you have anything better to do?” “What do you mean ‘the same’, you rascal?” The man, Cheong Mun, glared and picked up the plaque he had just set aside. He pointed to one diagonal stroke. “Look here! Here! The stroke is sli...

Chapter 1880 ‘ The me in the past’ and ‘him, in the future’. (5) ❀ ❀ ❀ The footsteps that had continued came to a halt. For a brief moment, silence settled in. The Dalai Lama, who had been standing still, slowly raised his head and gazed silently at the sky where dawn was spreading, then turned around. It was difficult for others to discern what was contained within the calm, sunken eyes of the Dalai Lama. One could only sense a faint trace of sorrow passing through their depths. No, perhaps it was something that ought to be called melancholy. That was all anyone could cautiously guess. Panchen Lama asked cautiously. “Master, what is it that saddens you so?” “......” “Are you thinking of him?” The Dalai Lama gave no reply. Panchen Lama joined his palms in deep prayer toward the young man standing before him. The Dalai Lama was like the embodiment of the Buddha himself. Everyone asks him questions, but he does not answer everything. He is merely a mirror that reflects, if one seeks s...

Chapter 1879 ‘ The me in the past’ and ‘him, in the future’. (4) ❀ ❀ ❀ Even though everything about him stood in complete opposition, even though it was hateful just to face him and breathe the same air, so hateful it made his body tremble… he had no choice but to acknowledge it. He had no choice but to recognize the obsession of that monster, seemingly forged from malice itself. Cheong Myeong let out a faint sigh and asked. “Why do you hate the world so much?” Even before the thought had passed through his mind, the words flowed out. At Cheong Myeong’s question, Jang Ilso let out a laugh, as if it were absurd. “Do I need a reason?” Jang Ilso’s face twisted grotesquely. “There’s no reason needed to hate filth, and no reason needed to stay away from revolting things. So why would I need a reason to loathe what’s ugly?” Cheong Myeong muttered, his voice turning darker. “…So, to your eyes, this world is nothing but ugliness. So much that you can’t bear it.” “That’...