What they had accomplished in Shaolin had left a great deal of experience and confidence in the disciples of Mount Hua. Their greatest gain was the irrevocable inscription left on the world by all of the Mount Hua disciples who had journeyed to the competition.
“Anyway, what matters is the results,” grinned Chung Myung, lying on a tree. The screams from the disciples were like music to his ears.
“Ahhhhh! Sasukkkkkkk!”
“Die! Die, you idiots!”
“No! How can your character be worse than Chung Myung!”
Chung Myung looked at Baek Cheon, who was steamrolling the disciples with delighted eyes.
‘Good. Good job. Dong-Ryong.’
There was a limit to how far Chung Myung alone could drag them. The Mount Hua he had hoped for from the beginning was almost here.
Now even if he didn’t take the lead and push them, others would continue to develop Mount Hua in a similar manner.
Of course, some suffered for it.
‘But it was a hundred times better than suffering due to being weak.’
If the world was a paradise for the weak, there would have been no need for this. Unfortunately, however, the world that Chung Myung knew was one where only the strong lived…
…think about it.
If Mount Hua didn’t have this kind of power, would it have been possible to eat those attacks and return fine from Shaolin?
Definitely impossible.
The greatest value that power created was freedom. Only those with power can choose their own lives.
“It took a long time.”
The scent of the old Mount Hua had started to come out little by little after their return. In the past, the disciples of Mount Hua tried, competed, and struggled to become stronger with each other.
Everyone did their best…
-Ah, sahyung not that!
-Do not bother me! I will reach out to Sect Leader sahyung!
-No! I said do not! Why are you hitting me so suddenly?! Ack!
-You idiotttttt! Didn’t I tell you not to harass the sajaes?! Listen to my words! Idiot!
Ah…
Maybe it wasn’t as great as I thought it was…?
He quickly erased the memories which had entered his mind. The past was beautiful in its own manner.
“Hmm.”
Chung Myung smiled, seeing the disciples of Mount Hua who were slowly dying below.
‘Right, everyone is working hard now…’
This was the time to think about their next step.
Mount Hua currently faced two challenges.
‘Not enough influence.’
The reason why those damned nine sects were able to carry such strength solely on their shoulders was because of the influence they held, and the disciples of theirs who were spread all over the world.
In other words, even if Mount Hua became the best sect in the world, if they were stuck on their mountain like now, nothing would change.
‘Being stuck on this mountain and continuing to train will bring no change.’
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
ActionThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...
