Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 925
An intense silence filled the room, so profound that even the sound of a needle dropping could seemingly be heard. Despite the number of people in the room, not even the sound of breathing was audible.
Everyone looked at Chung Myung and Bop Jeong with bated breath.
‘Oh my gosh...’
Baek Cheon unconsciously clenched his fists.
He had somewhat expected this.
It has already been proven many times that Chung Myung does not think well of Bop Jeong, and his animosity has reached its peak due to the recent events with the Evil Tyrant Alliance. Therefore, He guessed that no matter how much the opponent was Bop Jeong, Chung Myung would not just let it go.
But....
Even so, the opponent is Bangjang of Shaolin.’
The North Star of Kangho. Shaolin.
Who among the martial artists of Kangho wouldn’t revere the name? Even Baek Cheon, originally from Southern Edge Sect and now part of Mount Hua, considered Shaolin something sacred and inviolable.
But now, the representative of that sacred place, Bangjang of Shaolin is now silent, unable to even refute the venomous words of his Sajil.
Who could have imagined witnessing such a scene in their lifetime?
He knew he should intervene, but he couldn’t find the words to speak.
It was all Baek Cheon could do now to hold his breath and not miss a single word of their conversation.
“This poor monk....”
After a long silence, Bop Jeong opened his mouth.
“Simply did not think of it. If I had thought about it in advance, I certainly would have gone to the Yangtze River. This is just...”
“Aah.”
Chung Myung interrupted Bop Jeong with a short exclamation.
“You would have gone to the Yangtze River?”
“...That....”
“You must have run to the Yangtze River, stopped the Namgung Family fighting against the Evil Tyrant Alliance, and given up Plum Blossom Island to the Evil Tyrant Alliance again, and once again suffered the humiliation of Shaolin submitting to the Evil Tyrant Alliance?”
“....”
A clear sneer appeared on the corners of Chung Myung’s mouth.
“You?”
Bop Jeong struggled to open his mouth again but then closed it.
He tried to say something, but it wouldn’t open as if someone forced him to shut his mouth.
He might have reflexively said he would have done that, but he himself realized the fact.
The fact that he would never have.
How could this Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword believe something that even Bop Jeong himself couldn’t believe? The man who seems to know the inner thoughts of Bop Jeong better than Bop Jeong itself?
Eventually, a hollow laugh escaped Bop Jeong’s mouth. This was never a situation where persuasion would work in the first place.
“It seems that Bangjang only studies the principles of Buddhism and does not know the principles of the world, and if Bangjang doesn’t know, let me enlighten Bangjang.”
Chung Myung said sarcastically to the fullest extent.
“You clean up your own mess.”
“....”
“Not by running to others, begging them to clean it up for you.”
At that moment, it was not Bop Jeong who couldn’t contain his rising anger, but Bop Kye. This was because it was difficult to tolerate the young Taoist daring to lecture Bangjang of Shaolin as if he were teaching a child.
“Isn’t that going too far!”
As Bop Kye began to stir, Chung Myung very slowly turned his head towards it. And he looked straight at him and said,
“Too far?”
For a moment, a hum of frustration escaped Bop Kye’s lips. But he soon composed himself and spoke softly.
“Of course, it is true that Shaolin made a mistake. It’s true that we did something wrong. But isn’t Bangjang now trying to resolve the matter somehow? It’s easy to criticize, but much harder to correct wrongdoings. How can you be so heartless?”
Chung Myung then looked at Bop Kye silently and exclaimed.
Perhaps.
Perhaps the situation is so critical that it can’t be resolved without their help? Otherwise, why would Bop Jeong, of all people, humbly beg them?
Could the head of Shaolin kneel and bow to a young disciple of another sect just for the sake of preserving Shaolin’s power? That couldn’t be it, could it?
But,
Only one person’s gaze remained unchanged. Not only unaltered but also devoid of any tremor.
“Bangjang hasn’t changed.”
The anger that had been boiling in Chung Myung’s voice disappears. Now his words were just calm. But as he stopped showing his emotions, he strangely sounded even more terrifying than the words he had poured out before.
“I did wrong, I regret it, but all this is for the common people and those who will suffer, so put aside the past mistakes and help us.”
Bop Jeong flinched. Chung Myung looked at him with a piercing gaze.
“It seems you think that if you pretend to reflect on yourself and bow down like that, the pushovers’s chivalrous hearts will burn and be the arrow meat shield for you, right?”
“Do- Dojang.”
“Now I really understand.”
“....”
“Bangjang is not a hypocrite. That’s why I dislike Bangjang.”
Bop Jeong frowned.
Disliked for not being a hypocrite? What kind of statement was that? Usually, people are disliked for being hypocrites, aren’t they?
As if understanding his confusion, Chung Myung elaborated.
“A hypocrite at least knows what they are doing. It means they have at least some awareness that they are committing evil. But...”
Chung Myung’s icy gaze pierced through Bop Jeong.
“Not Bangjang.”
“....”
“Bangjang does not doubt for a moment that you are doing the right thing. You believes yourself to be a virtuous person, perfectly righteous.”
As he spoke, it seemed as though Chung Myung was disgusted, grinding his teeth.
Yes, a hypocrite refers to someone like Heo Dojin. At least he is aware that he is a human being who can do evil for the benefit of the sect.
But not Bop Jeong.
Bop Jeong does not doubt his righteousness. No, even if he goes through hardships now, he does not doubt that he will eventually achieve the result that proves he was right.
At this moment, Bop Jeong must be convinced that persuading Mount Hua to participate in the war on the Yangtze River is the right path to saving the world.
He does not hesitate because he believes in his righteousness.
He fully believes in his righteousness, so much so that he can bow even to a much younger person.
For him, bowing to Chung Myung is nothing more than a holy process leading to a righteous conclusion through his sacrifice.
‘I had doubts.’
Amidst the hellish battles of the vast Hundred Thousand Mountains, even while risking his life, Chung Myung constantly doubted himself. He questioned whether his actions were truly right, whether his choices were genuinely correct.
Not only that, but also Cheong Mun. No, everyone there likely harbored the same doubts.
However, those who watched from behind, observing the deaths, did not doubt. They spouted about ‘holy sacrifices,’ firmly believing that pushing numerous people into that hell was the right thing to do.
Right, just like Bop Jeong now.
Such people, while feeling pity, push countless others to death. They shed tears but never regret. Because they never doubt that they are doing the right thing.
“Just once is enough.”
The momentum from Chung Myung gradually pressed down on Bop Jeong.
“It’s for the world, it’s for the people – even once is more than enough to die for such filthy sophistry. Excessively so.”
That momentum does not come from martial arts. If it simply comes from martial art, Bop Jeong wouldn’t feel so overwhelmed.
In the face of this indefinable, intense weight, Bop Jeong found himself unable to even breathe.
“As long as I live, you had better not think of using your three-inch tongue to exploit Mount Hua.”
Chung Myung’s declaration, softly spoken, resembled a wounded beast growling.
“Get the hell out of here now. Otherwise, I’ll break that proud neck of yours.”
Color disappeared from Bop Jeong’s face.