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‎"Huh? Where am i? Who am i? That's weird, why do i feel so stra-eeehhhh?! What what??? Why am I in a kid's body? Who is this kid???" 

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‎And that's how I ended up here. You get it? I woke up in a kid's body, a beggar at that! Aigoo an orphan in the past, a beggar at present? Do the gods have a grudge on me huhh? Also, if I knew reincarnation is real, I would've entered Shaolin instead tch tch. 

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‎What do I do now? Judging from this body's skin, I'm about 15-16 years of age? Huh. Oh Mount Hua yes, I got another kid to tell me which way Shaanxi is. I ran there like an idiot, wait no, I stopped for a bit to cultivate. With this weak body, there's no way I'd reach Shaanxi alive lmao. I maybe young physically but my head is filled with my past knowledge. Using the Equilibrium technique, I managed to gather the purest of qi and form a dantian. It's currently small but I have time, it'll grow soon. 

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‎Anyway, let's go back to running. I don't know how many days has it been since I reached Shaanxi. Luckily I have a cute face, it's easier to beg for food that way though I did meet some resistance from other beggars but there's nothing a punch could fix. The real challenge is climbing the mountain. Tch back in the day, I used to just hop once, twice to reach the peak, now I'm dying just to reach the gate. Help. I hope I reach the gate before night fall. I'm hungry. 

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‎Who would've thought that Mount Hua is so high and steep? I guess I never noticed before since I grew up here and have been using qi to go back and forth. But climbing the path right now in this mediocre body, I came to see how these plum blossom trees adorn the mountain like pretty flower crowns, how its scent fills the air like a lady's fragrant pouch, and how the skies look so vast over those towering peaks. 

Why am I even reminiscing like this knowing I'm about to perish from hunger and exhaustion? It was late in the afternoon when I reached the top, My jaw dropped on the ground and I could barely close it back. What? What happened to the sect?! The gates are dilapidated, the walls are cracked, and where's the signboard that jangmun sahyung would wipe clean every morning??? AAAAACK this is driving me crazy! I need to know. 

BUT THAT'S NOT THE END! What happened to the training ground?! It's all dirt and sand now, it used to be covered in stone tiles! Those tiles were pretty pricey but they help a lot in training, it keeps the feet from slipping. Don't tell me these idiots sold them…well, that might be the case. Even the Heavenly Golden Palace is missing. This is too much, but it's not like it's their fault. It seems that Mount Hua has been in decline ever since the war. According to the beggar kid I met when I woke up, Mount Hua is no longer part of the Ten Great Sects. A hundred years have passed and to think my sect would end up like this, forgotten and thrown in the mud. At one point, jangmun sahyung was right, there will always be Mount Hua. Although it's currently in a desolate state, it's still the Mount Hua I learned to love and cherished. Eii don't worry kids, your ancestor is now here to help you stand back on your feet. For now, let's try to settle in and meet the Sect Leader.

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I was ready to meet the sect leader, I prepared a super elaborate extremely detailed background story about myself. How did I come to know Mount Hua? My ancestor, an herb picker, ventured the mountain one day and met an injured Taoist. He tended to that Taoist, turns out he's a Mount Hua disciple and to repay my ancestor's kindness, he taught him Mount Hua's techniques. Yes, yes, it is perfect. Perfect but the sect leader didn't even ask about my background, he just agreed to accept me?! Is that how things go nowadays? No background checks, no interviews? What if I'm a spy huh aigoo these younguns! Mount Hua is doomed! Doomed I tell you! 

The plan didn't go as I expected, I ended up being the youngest among the third-class disciples…the lowest in the sect hierarchy…but no problem, there's nothing a punch can't fix ― I should use this as my new mantra. Apparently, the disciples were all dumped into one place called the White Plum Dormitory. In the past, once a disciple was accepted, they would move in with their masters, usually the first-class disciples who take in these youngsters but due to the lack of masters at present, these kids were put in one dormitory so they can be taught equally by one instructor. Interesting. 

I was able to settle in and got this one shabby uniform I had to take care off starting today. Are we really that poor that we can't provide disciples with proper uniforms? I suppose I have my work cut out for me. Anyway, these kids seem to like bullying newcomers. Hazing they call it? Ptooey! You think you can bully me? This me, Chung Myung?! I didn't even break a sweat while putting you all back in your places tch. The great sahyung of the third generation is Yun Jong, he seems nice. He looks gentle and he worries a lot, his actions and principles were that of a real Taoist, indeed worthy to be called the daesahyung of the third-class disciples. Next to him is his lackey Jo Gul, who looks rough but actually clumsy and a bit dumb. Or was it because I hit his head too hard? Nah he's really just dumb. These kids are weak, so weak like twigs I can easily snap. There's so much work to do starting with these scrawny children’s training. Heheh I have a perfect way to grow them some muscles. 

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Currently, Mount Hua is a fallen sect with nothing but debts in their name and they're saying it's my fault, me, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint? That's ridiculous, why blame me? Why not blame the Ten Great Sects, that stupid excuse of an alliance ptooey! This is difficult, I never thought I would return and witness my sect in such a state. Back then, the Great Mount Hua was one of the leading sects in the world, praised and feared by many, even Shaolin and Wudang wouldn't dare face us head on. Now that I think about it, maybe they're the ones behind our fall, those scheming old men. 

Anyway, that's not what's important at the moment. I was informed that there's training every morning together with Great Sasuk Un Gum. As I strode off, I was met with something I was not expecting. Dusty training field? Saw that already. Shabby stances? That isn't surprising judging the current state of things. But seriously, Taiyi Flummox Sword technique? I can't help but look up at the sky and admire how serene and cloudless it is. Aahh jangmun sahyung, the useless technique that we hid back then is being taught to these younguns. It seems the 24-Movement Plum Blossom Sword technique disappeared during the fray one hundred years ago.

There are so many things to do. A proper sect requires three things: wealth, techniques, and talent. The present Mount Hua doesn't have all three. What a headache. Among the three, the one I can control is talent. Looking at these third-class disciples, it's hopeless, truly hopeless. Not a single one has talent…maybe Jo Gul sahyung is a bit talented but other than that, everyone's a useless bunch. But it doesn't matter, they have me heheh. It is said that a thousand mile journey started with a single step. This me, Chung Myung, will turn you all into respectable warriors of Mount Hua. 

― Chung Myung, third-class disciple of Mount Hua Sect

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What is the way of the sword?

What is the path of the dao?

Those questions always lingered in my mind, even back in the past, I barely managed to find an answer. The tip of the blade is sharp. With a simple flick of the wrist, it can end lives, sever ties, and blood shall ooze from the flesh creating an eerie pool of regrets and resentment reeking of stench that can make one's body tremble in fear and regret. Only those who have unyielding will can stand amidst a bloodbath despite the anxious heart and wavering mind. Was I one of them? You can say that. A seasoned warrior, a respectable swordsman, that's what I am, a facade that I wore in front of those scheming eyes hiding the rot from within, the demons that gnawed at my heart slowly, painfully, until nothing was left to salvage. 

They say an innkeeper sees the blade as a harbinger of death, meanwhile that very blade is salvation and righteousness in the eyes of an experienced general. Why do Taoists wield the sword? To murder? To commit treason? Jangmun sahyung kept nagging me back then, I remember. His words were etched deep in my mind until now it rings in my ears relentlessly as if he's beside me, speaking, scolding, guiding me as always like how he did in the past. A sword without ethics is simply violence. A Taoist swinging his sword without principles is no different from a madman slaughtering the innocent. To pursue the path of the Dao ― following one's desires, for the good, for the heaven and earth, the lands and the skies, and to be an existence within nature, shouldering both life and death, an individual holds a sword to gain peace in both body and soul expanding the limits of the mind. Just like how a forest breathes, see those rustling trees and quiet shrubs, those dried leaves and the mushy dirt. Its earthy smell wafted past my nose, a scent that reflects what life should be. Balanced. In harmony. 

Why am I teaching these kids again? Ah yes, I remember. The Great Mount Hua has fallen, name smeared in mud, forgotten. I returned to a time where the future seems bleak. Simply looking at these useless chicks drains the hope from my being. How many times have I hit that kid's back? Those arms, those legs, shaky like a leaf, it's disappointing, it's annoying. These youngsters dared dream to wield a sword with an unstable stance, it's laughable. Foundation. They lack foundation. How can a mountain stand tall if its base kept crumbling to dust? The lower body must remain unmoving and sturdy, those feet must be rooted deep in the ground, to ensure that no matter how strong the tides hit, one's sword won't falter. 

What would these idiots do without me? A sigh left my lips as I watched them with eyes filled with frustration and maybe hints of pity. My Mount Hua, my beloved Mount Hua, what have you become? Seasons come and go, Mount Hua stood firmly, it tried so hard to stand firmly despite the harsh winters and scorching summers that tormented it endlessly without a drop of mercy. The rivers of time never dared glanced at its direction, ignoring how its name fell and its prowess faded like smoke. I wonder what jangmun sahyung would do if he was the one who returned. I bet he'd pass out instantly foaming in his mouth and wallow in despair and self doubt for weeks before steeling himself up and plan his next move. That would be fun to watch. The past can only be reminisced, the future can only be dreamt, the present is what's valuable. Unfortunately for these chicks, it's me, Chung Myung who returned. They would've had a more peaceful life if it was sahyung but what can I do? It's not me weaving the threads of fate. 

― Chung Myung, third-class disciple of Mount Hua 

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Every dawn, exactly five in the morning, that's the schedule I allotted for training these chicks. Hearing them groan while forcibly dragging their feet out the dormitories reminds me of the time when I used to complain about training as well. It was funny, seeing my past self from these idiots, well, jangmun sahyung used to call me an idiot too so I suppose there's not much of a difference. Albeit their blatant opposition painted on their ugly distorted faces, these kids still woke up early and gathered in the training grounds. How admirable or maybe they're simply afraid to be beaten to a pulp again. Nevertheless, it doesn't matter as long as they listen to my words.

The hierarchy of the sect is one of the important foundations that maintain peace and order. It's given that the Sect Leader is the highest position, respected by all being the face of the sect, the leader, the decision maker. Next to him are the elders of the same generation. The current generation leading Mount Hua is the Hyun generation followed by the Un generation, the first-class disciples, the Baek generation second-class disciples, and then us, the Chung generation third-class disciples. Great Sasuk Un Gum is quite strict when it comes to hierarchy but one month, I asked him for one month to turn these useless idiots into proper martial artists while also maintaining courtesy and respect towards my sahyungs. Luckily, he agreed and handed me the authority to facilitate the morning training. 

Days passed and I continued cultivating the pure qi within me. My current dantian is small given that I only wanted it to be made out of pure qi but I'm not in a hurry, it will accumulate as time passes by. I also happened to learn things during my stay here. Firstly, the White Plum Dormitory was hurriedly established due to the lack of people to form master-disciple relationships. Secondly, the Un generation, other than their good nature and Taoist-like personalities, are weak. Yes, there's no need to sugarcoat it, they are weak. Hence their disciples are also weak. Terribly weak. They cannot be compared to the Mount Hua of the past, no, they're more like a third-rate sect right now or even worse. 

But there's no need to worry because the great Chung Myung is here. These yangbans don't know how blessed they are to have me as their teacher. But it can't be helped since revealing my identity would only cause chaos within the sect, worse I'd be kicked out accused of being crazy and blasphemous. It may take a while, let's do it step by step. For now, talent and techniques are the priority beginning with the basics and soon, being the top sect in the whole central plains will no longer be a far off dream.

― Chung Myung, third-class disciple of Mount Hua Sect

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What was Mount Hua Sect for you? That was an unusual question even coming from Jo Gul which gained him a puzzled look from Yun Jong, his sahyung who in return was speechless and pondered for an answer. Most kids who entered Mount Hua joined to simply make connections but for Yun Jong, Mount Hua was his savior, his roof when he was merely a beggar who's starving in the streets and drenched in rain. Just that. Mount Hua is a home. A roof above their heads. But what else? Yun Jong is aware of what Jo Gul was talking about, he could see it in his eyes. 

Chung Myung, ever since that devil arrived, everything changed. A new light was shown at the end of a winding dark tunnel. Perhaps he was a blessing in disguise, who knows? But there's only one thing Jo Gul knew, that Mount Hua is undergoing changes and he wants to be included in this change by trying his best to become a respectable swordsman of Mount Hua. 

Sitting atop the plum blossom tree, I couldn't help but overhear their conversation. Eavesdropping? Eii no, I merely have ears, it's not my fault I'm within earshot. Some may think it's cheeky and ridiculous to hear those words coming from these younguns ― dreaming to change, aiming to be the best despite seeing their current situation but I beg to differ. It's the first step. What can training do if their hearts and minds are not up for it? Sure their bodies may become strong and bones become sturdy but a steady mind and willful heart is as important. That's two in the bag and I'm hoping the rest would follow, after all it's their sahyungs here who's willing to take the first step for them. I heard those idiots can't even hold their chopsticks while eating, pitiful but they'll get used to it. 

I was hoping for a nice peaceful evening after dinner, perhaps drinking some alcohol while reminiscing about the past but who would've thought that uninvited guests would come knocking at our gates at this late hour. Sasuks Un Gum and Un Am tried to calm the crowd but they were unstoppable. These yangbans dare crash into Mount Hua like some bandits? These uncultured swines…come to think of it, they look familiar judging from their clothes. Huh, are these merchants? What are merchants doing up here in Mount Hua? Then there, I heard it, loud and clear. “WHEN WILL YOU PAY US BACK?!” 

Jangmun sahyung…I…don't know anymore. Mount Hua has lost its martial arts, its talents, its wealth but guess what, they're also drowning in debts, buried in debts, you can read DEBTS engraved on their foreheads. Aigoo this is too much. Now what to do, what to do?! 

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The Great Mount Hua Sect (Hwasan) is a Taoist sect that presides over the five great peaks in Mount Hua. It's a sword sect that represents the province of Shaanxi, ruling over the region for centuries and just below it is the village of Hwaeum. It's not an exaggeration if someone says that Hwaeum existed because of Hwasan. All businesses and trades within the village are owned by Hwasan ― pavilions, inns, textile shops, and many more. These businesses are the main source of income for the sect but how can a single Sect Leader handle all these trades and affairs? That's when Hwasan entrusted their business ventures to the people of Hwaeum. 

Trust, a big word one might say. Hwasan trusted these families to take care of the businesses and you're telling me that these damn commoners claimed the businesses as their own and abandoned Hwasan, deprived of its right to claim the wealth from the trades it originally owns? Bullshit! Wait no, I better calm down. Debts. Debts. It tingles my ears, ah so annoying. These merchants and business owners…no, the word thieves suits them better. The audacity to ‘lend’ Hwasan money from a business originally owned by Hwasan is ridiculous. I'm so pissed I forgot how to laugh at this joke. 

After the death of the Heavenly Demon, the remnants of the Demonic Sect charged to Hwasan, vengeful and furious, and burned the whole sect to the ground. This event led to the loss of martial art books, scrolls, and even ledgers and account books that will prove that the businesses in Hwaeum were owned by the sect. These vile commoners, like those disgusting Ten Great Sects, took the opportunity to steal what the sect rightfully owned. Thinking about it infuriates me more because what have I been fighting for back then? To protect these wretched beings clothed in human skin? 

Jangmun sahyung is a meticulous person, surely he wouldn't just keep one copy of the account books. I would often catch him secretly scribbling in his study back then. I'm sure that there are other copies of the account books and I think I know where to find them. 

Behind the Sect Leader residence is a large hill and what's underneath that hill? Yes, Hwasan's secret vault. Only Sect Leaders are allowed to access it, even me, the great Plum Blossom Sword Saint never had a chance to see it with my own eyes. I can imagine the treasures that the vault contains but knowing that, why didn't the current Sect Leader Hyun Jong open it? If they could, they would've already done it and Hwasan wouldn't be in this dire state. Ah seeing Sect Leader's slumped shoulders and sad eyes is heartbreaking. How painful it must be to witness your own sect slowly crumbling down, the disciples leaving one by one, and the solution is right in front of you but you can't reach it, you can't use it. Having hope but still hopeless is worse than having no hope at all. 

The vault is made of millennium cold steel or hancheol which is a product worth more that gold. It's a steel stronger than any material found in the whole world. To think that Hwasan's vault is made of such material, we were really rich back then huh. Anyway, judging from the sword marks on the steel door, it seems that Hwasan swordsmanship is the way to unlock this vault. Since the sect's martial arts were burned down back then, it's understandable that the current disciples, even the Sect Leader, aren't proficient in wielding Hwasan's sword. 

Starting from the Equilibrium Sword Technique then to the Bamboo Leaf Sword Technique followed by the 24-Movement Plum Blossom Sword Technique and finally ending it with the Plum Blossom Sword Dance but how can I perform all these sword techniques? If this is the past me, I could've opened this door easily but right now, I am just a child, my qi is insufficient. This is troublesome. There's one way, dangerous but I have no choice. Borrowing my innate qi, just a little, very little, since innate qi is one's life force so using too much will decrease my lifespan. Guess I’ll be staying in bed for two months, not just one. Saving Mount Hua is such a pain in the ass. 

Ah jangmun sahyung, look at me, trying my best for Mount Hua, even using my innate qi. If I die soon, you better welcome me in heaven with a bright smile…and alcohol yeah? Sighs.

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I can taste the metallic blood rushing up my throat, it seems using my innate qi caused more harm in my body than I anticipated but it has to be done for the future of the sect. Now that the vault has been opened, we can finally access the books and treasures inside. Jangmun sahyung has always been a bit of perfectionist and thanks to that we have records of accounts, martial arts, and many more. Oh not to mention the gold bars and weapons found underneath the vault. With these, we may be able to seize the businesses back and regain our martial arts. 

But how do I hand these over to the Sect Leader? It was quite tricky, if not careful they might find me suspicious. And so, I decided to use the ‘I accidentally stumbled on it’ kind of excuse. For the explanation, let's just skip that part. I look horrid anyway so they won't bother me thinking I went through great lengths to obtain these and needed some rest. Well, I DID go through great lengths, I look like a jiangshi. 

The Sect Leader is indeed worthy to be called a sect leader. For many years, he had endured the insults and criticisms thrown at him and to the sect but despite all that, he held onto the dream that one day, Hwasan will rise once again. And for him, this is probably the beginning of that event seeing Chung Myung as the harbinger of luck. 

Harbinger of luck my ass, I'm your ancestor you punks and I can't stand seeing my sect in ruins and my descendants being thrown around like pushovers. With the account books verified by the government, the merchants have no excuse not to hand over the authority over these businesses. Normally, they'd be kicked out of Hwaeum without a single cent but the Sect Leader is merciful and allowed them to take a cartload of riches they currently own and leave the village. Truly a heartwarming event, anyone would tear up from our dear Sect Leader's generosity but not on my watch. Those riches are mine. It's my money and I'm going to take it back. 

It wasn't hard to take what's rightfully mine but for some reason, this pavilion owner is skilled in martial arts. He's a third-rate warrior at best but at least he trained in combat but unfortunately for him, he's facing me, Chung Myung so he better keep his head low if he doesn't want his throat cut. A shocking revelation also unfolded in front of me, it was something I never expected. Who would have thought that the Southern Edge Sect sent a rat in Hwaeum? Hah…how annoying. Back then when the Demonic Sect invaded Shaanxi and burned Hwasan, they not only turned a blind eye but also stole most of the martial books we had and to think it wasn't enough, they also wanted to take Mount Hua's temples down. Wow, they're really determined to erase the name Hwasan from the world. 

But like I said, it's unfortunate for them that I have returned. One hundred years is enough for Hwasan to suffer. It's time to rise back from the ashes and take back what’s rightfully ours ― the era of desolation is about to end with me taking the forefront. Keuk before that I need to regain my energy. With my lack of qi, I might not be able to last before anything else. 

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