Return of Mount Hua Sect

I am fortunate to be a disciple of the volcano. (1)

Even the posture of swooping was like a painting.

Even after performing the dance once, there was not a single dust on Baekcheon's pure white robes. The appearance itself seemed to show a flawless victory.

“… … Did you win?”

“Aren't you blind? So does that look like a loss?”

“Oh, no, it’s not because it’s ridiculous. That’s the level of literally taking a picture and pressing it.”

The audience couldn't even scream.

So far, they have praised Jo-Geul for her bravery and applauded Yoon-Jong's will.

However, it was close to cheering for the 'weak' who propagated against the shaman in the position of the 'strong'.

However, the sword of Baekcheon seen a while ago was not of the 'weak'.

“… … A volcano can defeat a shaman so easily? Is that also the great disciple?”

“I don’t know! If it's a Hwajeong Sword, doesn't it already have a reputation for being a strongman? How can you treat such a person as an ordinary second disciple?”

“If your reputation goes up, will the distribution change? Even so, the great disciple is not the second great disciple!”

“… … That’s it.”

There was disappointment in the eyes of the audience.

“Is a real volcano stronger than a shaman?”

“What nonsense is that?”

“Look! The volcano has already won three in a row. No, it would be a four-game winning streak if you include the first secret dance that was not considered a match.”

“… … .”

“It’s only once or twice that we might be able to win by luck. But who said it was a fluke to win four in a row? If this is luck, what in the world is not lucky?”

Even those who secretly defended the shaman could not refute this statement.

"and! Other than that, this time… … .”

The person who was talking nonsense bit his mouth tightly as if he couldn't contain his excitement. After looking at the non-stage for a long time with trembling eyes, he let out a rough breath and said.

“This time, isn’t it really a secrecy with a clear skill gap?”

“… … .”

Everyone stared at the non-stage with a face that said they would not believe it. Without realizing it, I was holding my breath, so I could hear the sound of the saliva going over.

They all came here for entertainment.

No one expected that the volcano would really do such a good job against the shaman.

However, the scene unfolding before their eyes completely shattered their thoughts.

“Hey, isn’t this a real volcano overcoming a shaman?”

“It might be.”

Those who watched swallowed dry saliva.

However, among them, the more savvy people had a slightly different opinion.

'Even if the volcano's propaganda has reached this point, it has already happened.'

From now on, even if the shaman achieves a winning streak, only the four victories achieved by the volcano will be talked about in the world. Because the people of the world like it more than anything when a weak clan overthrows a strong clan.

If one day the volcano is evaluated to have surpassed the shaman, the beginning will surely be this bimu.

The three men stared at both camps with tense faces. Indeed, joys and sorrows intersect.

Muo said nothing and came down from the rain stage with his head bowed.

“… … .”

Heo San-ja looked at him with dismayed eyes.

What would you say?

If it had been a loss due to carelessness, it would have been a disgraceful order. If I wasn't able to show my skills because I was nervous, I might have scolded them or maybe comforted them.

But this was neither distraction nor tension. It was a defeat that was completely lacking compared to the opponent.

Of course, the loser came back defeated, so what can you say about that?

“… … .”

Heo San-ja couldn't even say anything, just staring blankly at the infallibility.

Mujin, who was watching the scene from behind, sighed and opened his mouth instead of Sanja Heo.

“… … Good job."

“Yes, the death penalty.”

“Go in and warm yourself up.”

“… … There are no wounds.”

Mujin was well aware of the resentment contained in those words.

It would be more shameful that he didn't even get scratched even though he came down after being defeated.

Unfortunately, however, Sanja Heo, who had to console his anger, was exhausting his energy just by accepting the situation he was facing now.

“Go in.”

“… … Yes."

Muo's shoulders slumped. Looking at his shoulder, Mujin's chest began to burn like wildfire.

“Elder.”

He gritted his teeth and spoke softly.

“Is this the result you wanted?”

He has lived his entire life under the strict discipline of a shaman.

He was a person who had never thought of asking a superior to determine what was right and wrong. However, the current events were enough to break even Mujin's patience.

“The honor has fallen to the ground, and now even the cause has been lost. The world will praise the volcano and curse the shaman.”

Mujin bit his lip and trembled as he tried to contain his boiling rage.

“If I had gone out, even if I lost, I wouldn’t have been pointed so much. Was it really such a disastrous defeat as the outcome you wanted?”

"this guy!"

As if to come to his senses, Heo San-ja suddenly shouted.

“Where is the shaman’s great disciple opening his eyes and making a big fuss at a monk! Did a monk teach you that way!”

There was blood in Heo San-ja's eyes. However, Mujin fell into even greater disappointment at the reaction. Before discussing right and wrong, Heo San-ja's rebuke for his attitude made him even more miserable and gloomy.

“Nothing to be excited about.”

“… … .”

“It looked worse than I thought, but it was the expected result.”

“Elder!”

“From now on, we can win! Lose five times! Lose six times! Whether you lose nine, what does that matter? We just have to win ten times! It doesn’t matter how many times you lose!”

“… … .”

“What matters is the result. All that remains is the result!”

Mujin's tightly bitten lips turned white.

Heo San-ja's words did not change at all. The logic behind his words is also the same as the first. But that's only on the outside.

Heo San-ja was full of emotions right now. He's not trying to come to a conclusion, he just doesn't want to admit he's wrong.

'Were you this thin?'

His inquisition was truly a place where the scent of noble Taoism lingered.

But at this moment, Mujin felt like he had seen the other side of that nobility.

'What is the meaning of being classical only within the monasteries?'

What is the meaning if you can't maintain that posture and spirit the moment you leave the temple and get beaten by the seppa?

Mujin looked at the volcano with a sad face.

'It's frivolous... … rough... … .'

infinitely free

The essence of Taoism is to embrace the world and nature within and become one. If so, wouldn't that be closer to the Tao than to constrain yourself to strict rules?

Mujin tightly closed his eyes.

But he couldn't even stop his ears, so the cheering voices of the volcano disciples have been piercing through the pain.

“Wow! After all, it’s private!”

"execution! It was really great!”

“Wow, I can’t even pretend!”

Shouts like thunder poured out towards Baekcheon descending from the non-stage.

It was natural.

Of course, everyone else fought hard, but no one showed such a firm edge as a hundred thousand.

They pretended not to care all the time, but a huge mountain called a shaman has always pressed their shoulders. But at this moment, Baekcheon ripped that huge mountain apart with a single sword.

“It was really cool.”

“How can I use such swordsmanship? Teach me too, the death penalty!”

Baekcheon smiled as he saw the disciples of the volcano gathered around him.

“Don’t let it float too much. It’s embarrassing.”

"no! Isn't this something to be really proud of!"

“Oh, I’m really sorry! Mujin should have come out!”

“Mujin, you bastard! Still, it should be called the Mujin Daehyup.”

“Ah, yes… … .”

Baek Cheon couldn't help but smile and was embarrassed. As he saw the executioners cheering and rejoicing, he was inflated.

'That was it.'

It means someone who will exalt the name of the volcano.

This is what it meant to shine in the highest places.

It didn't mean that 10 million people were alone.

It meant that he was leading the disciples of Hwasan in a different way from Yoonjong. Baek Cheon, who had only understood the meaning of Qingming, smiled and turned his head.

'How are you? You did it perfectly... … .'

But in an instant, the hundred thousand hardened like a stone.

Cheong-myeong and Jo-geul looking at this side with their legs crossed and with dissatisfied faces… … . and… … . huh?

Yoon Jong-ah? why are you there Yoon Jong... … .

"thing… … .”

Cheongmyung spat on the floor and spoke softly.

“Are you a hero?”

"Why? It’s Sasuk, you knew it from the beginning.”

“Aigoo. It's dazzling. dazzling I will be blind.”

“… … .”

Jong-Yoon and Jo-Gul looked at Baek-Chun as fat as children who had lost their toys.

“Hey, I would have won enough if I hadn’t been so flashy.”

“What are you doing this all over again? Not a day or two.”

But what about those bastards?

As if when was the last time he felt good, Baekcheon turned on the lights in his eyes.

“No, you bastards! Sasuk came back victorious, what was the reaction?”

“Are you celebrating?”

"Gosh! Congratulations, Sasuk! I'm so moved by this sandalwood that I feel like I'm just about to burst into tears... … . Ah, no, wait, don’t pull out the sword, hey.”

Yoon Jong and Jo Gul pulled back their butts.

Baek Cheon twisted his neat forehead to the utmost and sharpened his teeth.

'I was mistaken for a moment.'

I should have always kept in mind that the disciples of the volcano and those cubs are separate beings.

Baekcheon stared at Cheongmyeong, who was still standing there.

“I did what I was told, so you won’t be dissatisfied?”

“Okay, so come on in. Why are you giving your neck that much strength just because you've caught something so great? It will break soon.”

“… … Rotten, really.”

Eventually, harsh words poured out.

I'm the idiot who expected that bastard, me!

Baekcheon took a deep breath, turned his head quickly, and headed back to his place.

Ogum was clumsy and sullen, but the disciples of the other volcanoes were all looking at him with envy.

Even the elders.

“A hundred thousand.”

“Yes, elder.”

“You did a really good job.”

When Hyunjin patted his shoulder and said, Baekcheon smiled.

"no. Of course, I just did what I had to do.”

“Wow, look at what that gentleman is talking about!”

“Walk. I hear everything, everything. Speak quietly.”

Yoonjong, you bastard... … .

I should tell you not to say that, what do you mean to be quiet?

Baek Chen let out a deep sigh.

'Anyway, these bastards... … .'

After all, everyone had a knack for scratching the insides of people. Baekcheon immediately smiled and glanced at the shaman.

'It was once.'

He, too, must have been envious of the shaman.

Of course he would be lying if he said he never regretted leaving his cousin and choosing Hwasan. If he had chosen a shaman rather than a volcano, he wouldn't have been humiliated by his younger brother, so why didn't he stay up all night?

But now... … .

'I am fortunate to be a disciple of the volcano.'

Self-esteem doesn't just come from being strong. Now Baekcheon felt so proud that he was a disciple of Hwasan.

Of course, it's a bit messy, sometimes noisy, and sometimes annoying, but nonetheless, this was the place where the clan was warmer and prouder than anywhere else in the world.

“… … Looking at your face, you must have been very drunk right now?”

“Leave it alone. A day or two?”

“… … .”

no. Let's subtract 'warm'. Those rotten bastards... … .

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