Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

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....

Chapter 3. Uh, There... (3) It was, without a doubt, something that could be called an achievement. To have completed an investigation in just three days—into an incident from twenty years ago, unrelated to the jianghu, no less. It was a result wrung out by sending carrier pigeons to the main branch over a dozen times a day—crying, pleading, clinging, and threatening. Perhaps not something to boast about proudly, but at least something one could boast about with a bit of embarrassment? But the real achievement, in Hong Daegwang’s mind, was not finishing the investigation in three days. It was keeping this branch intact for three days under the grip of that rampaging lunatic. “It was magnificent.” “......” “If I’d known earlier how precious property is, I wouldn’t have lived as a beggar.” “What are you even talking about, you keep saying weird things.” “No, it’s nothing.” Just thinking that made him feel somehow guilty toward the Beggar Union. What was so bad about...

Chapter 2. Uh, There… (2) Clack. Leaning against the window, he slowly tilted the liquor bottle. Just as the faint aroma of alcohol spread through his mouth, a low voice reached his ear. “The Mean is the way of the gentleman, it is said. Though we are not ones who pursue the gentleman, the weight of the Mean is no different, sahyung.” [Jungyaja, gunjijidoya. 중야자, 군자지도야 (中也者, 君子之道也). A phrase from Confucian thought meaning ‘The Mean is the way of the gentleman.’] [Gunja. 군자(君子). A morally cultivated person or ‘gentleman’ in Confucian philosophy.] [Jungyong. 중용(中庸). The Doctrine of the Mean; balance, moderation, and harmony.] “Yet it is also said, ‘the great Tao has no gate; there are a thousand differing paths’, and again, that non-action  is not something that does not flow, but something that is always flowing. If there is intent, and the heart inclines toward action—would discussing the Mean not be excessive artifice?” [Daedoneun muni eopgo cheonchayuro. 대도무문 천차유로...