Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1093
“Hngggg....”
Chung Myung twisted miserably on the roof’s edge. Goosebumps like millet prickled all over his back.
“Why should I say something like that....”
– You’re more worried about them than yourself.
“Kaaah! Shut up! Did I say anything wrong?”
– Conscience.
“Ugh.”
Chung Myung let out a deep sigh.
“That was a bit too much to say.”
He got carried away by the atmosphere. It was something that would never have happened in the past.
Isn’t it ridiculous to think about it? Bringing those chicks up to the great ‘Great Mount Hua Sect’. If the old Chung generation, who treated Shaolin as nothing more than a ‘shameless, bald-headed cult revivalist ‘, heard about it, they would roll their eyes and go on a rampage, threatening to beat up all the descendants.
“...When I thought about it, those bastards were hopeless too.”
That’s why the entire Jungwon ignored them. Crazy bastard.
– Is that what you’re going to say? You of all people?
“You’re really talkative today. Oh, if you don’t like it, try coming back to life.”
Chung Myung snorted and lay down on the eaves again.
“...Well, it’s not entirely wrong.”
What if Plum Blossom Sword Sovereign and current Chung Myung weren’t the same person?
Chung Myung would have been the first to rush with a sword in his mouth, ready to correct the brat’s manners. He’d even knock out Cheong Jin for suggesting otherwise and drag him along.
“...I was too hot-blooded... I was young, so young.”
In the past, Chung Myung could not properly see Mount Hua of the time.
Kangho is a place where those with ability should be given preferential treatment, and Mount Hua was more capable than any other sect. So, Chung Myung’s idea was that he should just follow what are told and not waste time talking to those who are lacking.
From that perspective, Mount Hua of the time was clearly a sect worthy of such. They were stronger and more outstanding than any other sect. But...
‘That wasn’t all.’
Chung Myung scratched his head.
If you think about it, Chung Myung was a person who never once thought about anything from the perspective of the weak. Even within Mount Hua sect that ruled the times, Chung Myung was an overwhelmingly powerful person.
Even as a child, wasn’t Chung Myung always given special treatment?
So he thought it was natural.
The Chivalrousness that Chung Myung gave as a disciple of Mount Hua did not come out of consideration for the weak. It was nothing more than doing what the strong were taught to do without doubt.
But after falling to what could only be called the lowest point of hell and clawing his way back up, he realized. The world isn’t just about strength and weakness.
It is the strong who lead, but the weak have their own will and thoughts. Just because they are weak doesn’t mean their ways should be disregarded and belittled.
So in summary...
‘If I saw the old Plum Blossom Sword Sovereign now, I’d beat him to death.’
Well, of course, considering the difference in skill and temperament, not only will he not kill the man, but he get beaten to the brink of death instead. Either way, he would never have seen him with good eyes. In retrospect, it would be hard to find anyone who has lived a worse life than him.
So, how unjust must those guys have felt back then when Chung Myung beat them up? A guy who is no different from a gangster is beating up everyone who is bothering him, but they couldn’t even complain because Mount Hua was the toughest gang around at the time...
To give an example, it’s as if Hye Yeon were rampaging around Shaolin like Chung Myung did in the past. What would Chung Myung do if Hye Yeon acted that way?
‘They probably tried to beat him until hair sprouted from his bald head.’
But... unfortunately, back then there was no one capable of handling Plum Blossom Sword Sovereign and Mount Hua. So they had to swallow their tears and endure it.
Looking back, he feels a surge of guilt...
– What about Southern Edge Sect?
“Ah, we need to get rid of Southern Edge Sect bastards!”
Those bastards deserve more beatings! Yeah, no doubt about it.
They have already failed once. They experienced such a miserable failure that he couldn’t even think of what a bigger failure would be.
Repeating the same mistake is no different from walking towards a predetermined failure. To change the outcome, the process must also change.
Mount Hua, who excelled alone, failed. And now, Chung Myung was clearly seeing what the sect was becoming as it tried to excel alone.
So... both he and Mount Hua must change.
Because now Chung Myung understand.
What a weak sect thinks as it lives. What thoughts does a weak martial artist harbors. How much effort those fighting behind the strong ones are putting in.
Being lacking doesn’t mean one deserves to be disregarded. Even if lacking, their efforts and thoughts should be respected in themselves.
There it is, isn’t it? Those who are living proof of this.
Chung Myung turned his head and saw Baek Cheon and the group. Their faces were very serious, as if they were having a serious conversation among themselves. A grin escaped from Chung Myung’s mouth.
‘What could those kids be so serious about?’
What would have happened if they had entered the old Mount Hua? What if they were initiated into Chung generation from the past, like Chung Myung, or the later Myung generation?
Perhaps those kids would have gone unnoticed, forgotten as just ordinary disciples, or they might have eventually left Mount Hua, unable to endure.
But now, those children have grown up to be proud disciples of Mount Hua and the future of Mount Hua.
The same goes for others. Being lacking doesn’t mean they have no potential. And not being strong doesn’t mean they have no value.
“I should have known that sooner.”
The old Mount Hua and the current Shaolin show that a sect that is strong but not inclusive is meaningless.
So the current Mount Hua must be different.
It’s okay if they’re not as strong as before or if they can’t lead as firmly. Because there are so many people who can make up for what Mount Hua lacks.
That’s why they must walk together, not lead alone.
‘Can we do it?’
Chung Myung quietly closed his eyes.
It’s easy to say, but it’s a very difficult thing to do. It might be twice as hard as making the current Mount Hua as strong as the old Mount Hua.
Chung Myung opened his eyes and looked at those gathered below.
Mount Hua, Shaolin, Namgung Family, and Nokrim.
People who would seem incompatible were raising their voices at each other and bickering.
Some people may call that appearance a mess, and some may demean it by calling it a hodgepodge.
But Chung Myung’s thoughts were a little different. If he had to give that scene a name....
– Hope.
“....”
– Isn’t that right, Taoist Hyung-nim?
A smile bloomed on Chung Myung’s lips.
“Yeah. You’re right.”
He got up and stretched.
“It’s going to get busy.”
It’s still a difficult task. Magyo is very powerful, and Righteous Sects are faltering. There, a monster-like person who prioritizes his own desires over the safety of the world will be aiming beyond the Yangtze River. But....
“There’s nothing to worry about. We’ll get it done.”
Because now, it’s not just ‘me,’ but ‘us.’
Chung Myung grinned, grabbed the liquor bottle in his hand tightly, and jumping down from the eaves.
“Stop fighting, you bastards!”
“What’s he saying?”
“We’re not fighting, are we?”
Chung Myung seeped into the crowd of people talking loudly.
Their lively conversation continued well into the night.