Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1889. You Can Do It. (9) ❀ ❀ ❀ “Ghh… ugh…” The hand clutching the diagonal wound was soaked in blood. Between the trembling fingers, bluish, discolored intestines kept spilling out. “This…” The Blood Palace Lord gritted his teeth and shoved the drying entrails back into his belly. ‘The wound…’ The cultivation that coursed through his body carried the power to instantly restore flesh wounds. Hadn’t even the arm that had once been torn off grown back as good as before? But that Taoist bastard’s sword-qi that had cut him suppressed the power of his cultivation. No matter what he tried, it would not heal. “Huff! Huff!” Panting raggedly, the Blood Palace Lord looked around. No one had followed. There was no pursuit, not even the palace warriors in sight. It meant that everyone who had attempted to escape with him had already lost their lives. That he had even survived alone was nothing short of a miracle. “Heo Do…” The Blood Palace Lord gnashed his teeth. “You alone I will never for...

Chapter 1888. You Can Do It. (8) ❀ ❀ ❀ His eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand geun . [ 근 , geun is a traditional Korean weight unit, about 600 g each, so 1000 geun ≈ 600 kg] It wouldn’t be so hard to just close them again. But Cheong Myeong chose instead to lift those heavy lids. The voices ringing in his ears kept telling him he couldn’t rest yet. When he finally forced his eyes open, the first thing he saw was the midday sky. Thinking how strangely unfamiliar that sight felt, Cheong Myeong opened his mouth. A sharp, tearing pain surged up from his parched throat. “What’s…. the situation?” Though his voice was faint, somehow someone caught it, and a familiar voice hurried over. “Huh? Cheong Myeong-ah! You’re awake? You okay? Your body? No, your head, is it all right?” The booming voice made his whole body ache. Reflexively, Cheong Myeong tried to cover his ears, but his arm wouldn’t obey him. Fortunately, he didn’t have to endure the pain for long. Thwack! A ...

Chapter 1887 . You Can Do It. (7) ❀ ❀ ❀ “Ugh.…” Baek Sang groaned as he collapsed on the ground. “......Am I really still alive?” “No, you’re dead.” “Yeah, it feels that way.” The blood soaking his back and cooling with a chill was deeply unpleasant, but at least he could be grateful that it wasn’t his own blood this time. “Cough. Cough.” Baek Sang spat out a dry cough. His mouth was parched, and every cough felt like his throat was tearing apart. It was almost as if every drop of moisture in his body had been wrung out and dried away. “I barely managed to survive. Somehow….” “I told you, you’re dead.” “Just shut up, please…. I don’t even have the strength to be angry.” How many times had he barely scraped past death? To say he was still breathing was nothing short of miraculous. “....Nngh.” Gwak Hoe, who had been bantering with Baek Sang, finally collapsed onto the ground as well. His hands were trembling uncontrollably. At this point, even if someone att...