Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 1: What’s going on here? (1)

He had a dream.

No, Chungmyung didn’t know if this was a dream, memories, or his life flashing before his eyes. He didn’t know if he died, was dying, or didn’t.

What he saw was the past.

Memories when he was really young.

His first initiation into Mount Hua.

Him training with his martial brothers.

The sight of him going outside, unable to adjust to the stern, preposterous Daoist doctrines.

-You’re a practitioner (道人) before you’re a martial artist (武人). Don’t you know that power without principles is just mere violence?

Such obvious nagging.

He was tired of it.

Which is why, he became a disciple of Mount Hua, but failed to fully follow Mount Hua’s teachings. His natural talent was quite remarkable, which earned him the undeserved nickname of Plum Blossom Sword Master, but he was Mount Hua’s rebel.

Why didn’t he realize?

Even though he didn’t know the goal of their teachings, and even if they all felt old-fashioned… His everything came from Mount Hua. He very much respects Mount Hua.

Realization came too late, and regret came too late.

If he cherished the teachings a bit more, he could have grown just a bit stronger, and he might have been able to change this terrible ending. If he did…

-Do you regret it?

Chungmyung quietly accepted the gentle, cheerful voice.

This was his senior brother’s voice.

Senior brother Sect Leader. His father, brother, family, and his goal.

He wanted to follow him, but couldn’t until the end, so he could only look away.

Yes. I do.

I regret it, senior brother.

-There’s nothing to regret.

There was a bit of warmth in his senior brother’s gentle voice.

-No matter what happens

…Senior brother.

– to Mount Hua,

He thought he heard laughter in his senior brother’s voice.

Endlessly warm, endlessly tender.

-There will still be Mount Hua.

Smack!

There will still be Mount…

Smack?

Huh? Smack?

“Ackkkkkkkkk!”

He felt a horribly intense pain on his head.

It hurt. It hurt to cry.

Hold on, why the hell does that hurt? It didn’t hurt this badly when I had my limbs cut off, right?

“H-Heavenly Demon?”

Did this bastard not die?

Chungmyung raised both hands on instinct, and covered his head. If that bastard’s not dead yet, I need to kill him again…

“Heavenlyyyyyyy Demooooon?”

But it wasn’t the Heavenly Demon’s dignified voice that replied back, but a disrespectful, dangerous voice anyone would hear.

“Huh?”

When he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar face.

‘A beggar?’

A beggar. A beggar from the Beggars’ Sect. Looking at visible knot on his waist, he’s only a first-rank (一結丐). Put nicely, he’s a beggar that just entered the Beggars’ Sect, and put badly, he’s at the bottom of the chain of beggars.

The ill-tempered, fat-faced beggar looked at Chungmyung, gasping.

‘What’s with this beggar?’

He didn’t understand what was going on.

Chungmyung tilted his head, staring blankly at the beggar. Seeing his reaction, the beggar’s face began to fill with irritation. It looked really evil.

“Heavenly Demon, Heavenly Demon my ass! Looks like this bastard’s still talking in his sleep. This beggar bastard! Everyone else’s already begging, but here you are, still sleeping like you’re some big boss? Didn’t you say I can teach you a lesson if I see you lazing about one more time? Was what this beggar (花子) said a joke?”

The beggar twirled the bat in his hand around.

Hold on.

‘Is he… threatening me right now?’

“Ho?”

A smirk naturally came out.

He didn’t understand what was going on, but an explanation wasn’t particularly needed for this situation.

Who was Chungmyung?

One of the three best swordsmen among those who stopped the Heavenly Demon was Chungmyung. His sword, praised by the world as the essence of Mount Hua’s path of no further learning, lauded with the lofty nickname of Plum Blossom Sword Master.

In addition to the name of one of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsman, the other two third-generation swordsmen were no match for him. Didn’t the Heavenly Demon, at the very last moment, also recognize his sword as peerless?

Even if the Beggars’ Sect’s chief came, the Beggars’ Sect’s chief wouldn’t be able to raise his head up high in front of him.

But a threat?

A threaaaat?

“Ho? Oh ho? Are you smiling right now?”

The beggar stared at me in disbelief.

“Look here, beggar.”

“Look here?”

“You don’t seem to realize what your current situation is, so put that down first.”

“Ho. Oh ho ho ho. Oh ho ho ho ho ho.”

The beggar began to laugh like he was at a loss for words. Seeing this, Chungmyung frowned.

How dare this first-rank show this kind of reaction in front of me.

At that moment, the beggar suddenly beat Chungmyung on the head with the bat.

“Ho.”

You must be kidding me.

Do you even know who exactly you’re doing this to? Looks like I’ll have to properly teach this beggar some manners.

First off, I need to stop this slow club of his!

Chungmyung leisurely raised his right arm. First, he had to grab that club and properly show the difference in their strength.

…Huh?

Huh?

‘It’s slow?’

Why’s my arm so slow?

The club was flying towards him, but Chungmyung’s hand hadn’t yet touched the club.

Hold on, the moment I decided to, I should have already grabbed that club, right? Oh, has my injury not healed yet?

If so, the best I could do is…

Huh? What the?

Chungmyung’s eyes grew wide open.

In the middle of his sight, he saw a club flying towards his head. And at the end of his line of sight was a small hand. A small hand that headed towards the club, moving at a snail’s pace.

It’s way too small, and…

Short?

Huh?

It shouldn’t be this short? If it’s this short, I won’t be able to stop…

The club the beggar was wielding brushed past Chungmyung’s arm, and reached his head.

Baaaaaam!

A thundering echoed in his head.

Plop.

Recieving a mind-boggling shock, Chungmyung cleanly fell backwards.

Flinch. Flinch.

Chungmyung’s body laying on the ground twitched.

Trivial thoughts like how did things turn up like this and how he should deal with him all cleanly disappeared from his head. The only thing that remained was a pain that seemed to turn the world upside down.

“Aghhhhhhhhh!”

Chungmyung clutched his head, and rolled around.

Even when my arm was torn off by the Heavenly Demon, it didn’t hurt this much!

“This bastard!”

The beggar who hit Chungmyung on the head now spat into his hands, and began to seriously beat him up.

“My current situation? My current situation, you say! I’ll definitely make you understand exactly what your current situation is! If you’re gonna go crazy, do it better! Looks like the heat’s getting to your head! A beating’s the medicine you need for some heat, you jerk!”

The club remarkably smacked Chungmyung’s body.

“Ack! Aack! Ack! This crazy beggar! If you don’t stop right now… Acckkkk!”

“Die! Die!”

“T-That hurts! Ackkk!”

At the frantic flurry of beatings, Chungmyung’s shouting began to slightly change.

Smack! Smackkk! Smack!

“This beggar bastard! I’ll make you regret! I’ll break the rules of killing today…”

“Break it! Break it then, you bastard!”

“Ack! Ackkkk! Why isn’t he stopping!? Ackkk!”

Smack! Smackkkk! Smack!

“That’s… Enough… No, ackkk! Ack!”

There was no hesitation in his swings.

“…Save…”

Smack! Smaack! Smackk!

“S-Save meeeeeeeeee!”

Chungmyung, beaten to a pulp from the very start, as if suggesting that his new life in the future would never be smooth.

* * *

“…Ah. That hurt my pride.”

Chungmyung grabbed the cloth stuffed in his nose, and pulled it out.

“O-Ouchh.”

He felt a stinging pain in his nose. The moment he saw the dirty cloth dyed in red, Chungmyung’s face grew even more dispirited.

A nosebleed!

What’s worse is that his nosebleed that burst a blood vessel wasn’t even from an internal wound, but a nosebleed from being beaten!

Did this even make any sense?

It wasn’t just a nosebleed. There wasn’t a single uninjured place on his whole body.

Not to mention his black and blue, bruised eyes, he couldn’t even feel his joints. In his life, has he ever been beaten to the point he went limp?

He’s never been hit like this for all the troubles he’s caused in Mount Hua that boasts of strict discipline, but he never thought he’d have his first experience(?) with a street beggar.

“Damn beggar bastard…”

The way the beggar swung the bat reeked of a professional. That sweeping beating that left no area on the body seemed almost like an art form.

Though if the target of the thrashing wasn’t me, I would have applauded you…

“These damn Beggars’ Sect beggars. You can’t stop me.”

Right now, he was just simply angry.

Unable to control the rising anger and irritation, Chungmyung lied down, throwing a fit. But when he did so, all his body felt was pain.

“Wait, but more than that…”

Chungmyung quickly jumped to his feet, approaching the edge of the stream. 

Reflected on the surface was a young face he’d never seen before. When Chungmyung pulled a face, the child also pulled a face, and when Chungmyung sighed, the child also sighed.

“…What’s going on here?”

Why do I see a child’s face on the water?

No, well, he has a nice face. He could accept that his face changed. Anyways, the younger the face, the better, right? It was extremely young you could call it a baby face, but better younger than older.

Besides, thinking about it, this face was more handsome than the past Chungmyung. So, he had no complaints about this.

The only thing he wanted to complain about was his body grew younger as well.

‘Short.’

His limbs were shorter than his original ones. It’s not that his body was naturally short, but because it was the body of a child that hadn’t grown up yet.

On top of that, if this body grows without even eating a bowl of gruel, all that’d be left would be skin and bones. Even now, he was so weak and hungry, he couldn’t even raise a hand.

Ah. So that’s how it is.

Anyways!

“So…”

To sum it up,

“That means I am alive.”

It might not be appropriate to say ‘I’. Because no matter how you look at it, his current appearance wasn’t that of Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung. An old man close to eighty was thrown into the body of a child.

It’s not that Plum Blossom Sword Master Chungmyung was alive, but that Plum Blossom Sword Master Chungmyung entered the body of a child beggar. And with his complete memories, at that.

“It’s cause of that wicked demon, huh.”

Is this what Buddhism calls reincarnation?

If he had known, he would’ve entered the Shaolin Temple, and not Mount Hua.

Struggling to ignore being suddenly thrust into intense questioning, Chungmyung raised his hand and scratched his head.

“Ouch!”

His entire body ached when he violently moved his hand. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

“It’s not gonna make any difference even if you make a scene and say it’s impossible.”

This wasn’t a dream, nor an illusion.

He doubted whether the Heavenly Demon could utilize the black arts, but if he could use such vivid black arts, the Heavenly Demon would have already ruled the world.

He didn’t know what caused this, but either way, he had to accept that everything was real.

If so, what Chungmyung had to do from here on out was all too clear.

“…First of all, I need to understand just what the hell is going on.”

Jumping to his feet, Chungmyung started running towards the beggar den he escaped earlier. Well, he tried to run.

“Khhhh.”

He couldn’t even take a few steps when he fell back down again.

“Beating me completely, that beggar bastard.”

Chungmyung’s eyes began to flare.

“Whatever the circumstances, I’m definitely gonna ruin the Beggars’ Sect.”

Just ‘cause he died and lived doesn’t mean his terrible personality was gonna disappear.

He soon got back up on his feet, waddling over to the beggar den.

I’m not sure of the right word to use for 武人 mainly cause I don’t read lots of cultivation novels, but it’s referring to someone that follows the Dao, I guess. I didn’t wanna use Daoist/Taoist, so just went for practitioner.From what I’ve read from resources, the Beggars’ Sect shows ranks through how many bags you have tied around your waist, and there are 9 ranks of sorts. The more bags/pouches you have, the higher your rank, but because I wasn’t sure if this novel was following the same rules or not (it only mentions a knot), I just translated 一結丐 as first-rank.Path of no further learning/무학 – According to the usual resources (and many more, it took me so long to figure out how to translate this), in Bupa and Mahayana Buddhism, there are three holy paths (actually five in English resources) to enlightenment: the path of seeing (where you practice profound concentration meditation on the nature of reality, and realize the emptiness of reality), the path of meditation (where you purify yourself and accumulate wisdom), and the path of no further learning (where you’ve completely purified yourself and attained enlightenment).花子 – This is the hanja while the one being used this whole time was the actual Korean, 거지. Not sure what the meaning of this change was, but let me know if anyone knows. Not gonna lie, I saw those characters and I’m like “Hanako?” since the language I know most out of other languages I studied is Japanese lol.Rules of killing – There’s this phrase in Korean seen mainly in martial arts novel, 살계를 열어. It’s a sort of idiom where someone who practices Buddhism is going to kill, since there’s a rule in Buddhism where you shouldn’t kill.Black arts – I just translated as that, but namu.wiki tells me it’s something close to illusion.

This is why I’m a Chungmyung simp. He’s so arrogant, it’s funny. Also, had to change his title from The Greatest Third-Generation Swordsman to One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen because of this chapter, but then again, doesn’t really change the meaning since the Heavenly Demon praised his sword as the best and that the other two weren’t a match for him, meaning he is the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsman.

Chapter 1: What’s going on here? (1)

He had a dream.

No, Chungmyung didn’t know if this was a dream, memories, or his life flashing before his eyes. He didn’t know if he died, was dying, or didn’t.

What he saw was the past.

Memories when he was really young.

His first initiation into Mount Hua.

Him training with his martial brothers.

The sight of him going outside, unable to adjust to the stern, preposterous Daoist doctrines.

-You’re a practitioner (道人) before you’re a martial artist (武人). Don’t you know that power without principles is just mere violence?

Such obvious nagging.

He was tired of it.

Which is why, he became a disciple of Mount Hua, but failed to fully follow Mount Hua’s teachings. His natural talent was quite remarkable, which earned him the undeserved nickname of Plum Blossom Sword Master, but he was Mount Hua’s rebel.

Why didn’t he realize?

Even though he didn’t know the goal of their teachings, and even if they all felt old-fashioned… His everything came from Mount Hua. He very much respects Mount Hua.

Realization came too late, and regret came too late.

If he cherished the teachings a bit more, he could have grown just a bit stronger, and he might have been able to change this terrible ending. If he did…

-Do you regret it?

Chungmyung quietly accepted the gentle, cheerful voice.

This was his senior brother’s voice.

Senior brother Sect Leader. His father, brother, family, and his goal.

He wanted to follow him, but couldn’t until the end, so he could only look away.

Yes. I do.

I regret it, senior brother.

-There’s nothing to regret.

There was a bit of warmth in his senior brother’s gentle voice.

-No matter what happens

…Senior brother.

– to Mount Hua,

He thought he heard laughter in his senior brother’s voice.

Endlessly warm, endlessly tender.

-There will still be Mount Hua.

Smack!

There will still be Mount…

Smack?

Huh? Smack?

“Ackkkkkkkkk!”

He felt a horribly intense pain on his head.

It hurt. It hurt to cry.

Hold on, why the hell does that hurt? It didn’t hurt this badly when I had my limbs cut off, right?

“H-Heavenly Demon?”

Did this bastard not die?

Chungmyung raised both hands on instinct, and covered his head. If that bastard’s not dead yet, I need to kill him again…

“Heavenlyyyyyyy Demooooon?”

But it wasn’t the Heavenly Demon’s dignified voice that replied back, but a disrespectful, dangerous voice anyone would hear.

“Huh?”

When he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar face.

‘A beggar?’

A beggar. A beggar from the Beggars’ Sect. Looking at visible knot on his waist, he’s only a first-rank (一結丐). Put nicely, he’s a beggar that just entered the Beggars’ Sect, and put badly, he’s at the bottom of the chain of beggars.

The ill-tempered, fat-faced beggar looked at Chungmyung, gasping.

‘What’s with this beggar?’

He didn’t understand what was going on.

Chungmyung tilted his head, staring blankly at the beggar. Seeing his reaction, the beggar’s face began to fill with irritation. It looked really evil.

“Heavenly Demon, Heavenly Demon my ass! Looks like this bastard’s still talking in his sleep. This beggar bastard! Everyone else’s already begging, but here you are, still sleeping like you’re some big boss? Didn’t you say I can teach you a lesson if I see you lazing about one more time? Was what this beggar (花子) said a joke?”

The beggar twirled the bat in his hand around.

Hold on.

‘Is he… threatening me right now?’

“Ho?”

A smirk naturally came out.

He didn’t understand what was going on, but an explanation wasn’t particularly needed for this situation.

Who was Chungmyung?

One of the three best swordsmen among those who stopped the Heavenly Demon was Chungmyung. His sword, praised by the world as the essence of Mount Hua’s path of no further learning, lauded with the lofty nickname of Plum Blossom Sword Master.

In addition to the name of one of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsman, the other two third-generation swordsmen were no match for him. Didn’t the Heavenly Demon, at the very last moment, also recognize his sword as peerless?

Even if the Beggars’ Sect’s chief came, the Beggars’ Sect’s chief wouldn’t be able to raise his head up high in front of him.

But a threat?

A threaaaat?

“Ho? Oh ho? Are you smiling right now?”

The beggar stared at me in disbelief.

“Look here, beggar.”

“Look here?”

“You don’t seem to realize what your current situation is, so put that down first.”

“Ho. Oh ho ho ho. Oh ho ho ho ho ho.”

The beggar began to laugh like he was at a loss for words. Seeing this, Chungmyung frowned.

How dare this first-rank show this kind of reaction in front of me.

At that moment, the beggar suddenly beat Chungmyung on the head with the bat.

“Ho.”

You must be kidding me.

Do you even know who exactly you’re doing this to? Looks like I’ll have to properly teach this beggar some manners.

First off, I need to stop this slow club of his!

Chungmyung leisurely raised his right arm. First, he had to grab that club and properly show the difference in their strength.

…Huh?

Huh?

‘It’s slow?’

Why’s my arm so slow?

The club was flying towards him, but Chungmyung’s hand hadn’t yet touched the club.

Hold on, the moment I decided to, I should have already grabbed that club, right? Oh, has my injury not healed yet?

If so, the best I could do is…

Huh? What the?

Chungmyung’s eyes grew wide open.

In the middle of his sight, he saw a club flying towards his head. And at the end of his line of sight was a small hand. A small hand that headed towards the club, moving at a snail’s pace.

It’s way too small, and…

Short?

Huh?

It shouldn’t be this short? If it’s this short, I won’t be able to stop…

The club the beggar was wielding brushed past Chungmyung’s arm, and reached his head.

Baaaaaam!

A thundering echoed in his head.

Plop.

Recieving a mind-boggling shock, Chungmyung cleanly fell backwards.

Flinch. Flinch.

Chungmyung’s body laying on the ground twitched.

Trivial thoughts like how did things turn up like this and how he should deal with him all cleanly disappeared from his head. The only thing that remained was a pain that seemed to turn the world upside down.

“Aghhhhhhhhh!”

Chungmyung clutched his head, and rolled around.

Even when my arm was torn off by the Heavenly Demon, it didn’t hurt this much!

“This bastard!”

The beggar who hit Chungmyung on the head now spat into his hands, and began to seriously beat him up.

“My current situation? My current situation, you say! I’ll definitely make you understand exactly what your current situation is! If you’re gonna go crazy, do it better! Looks like the heat’s getting to your head! A beating’s the medicine you need for some heat, you jerk!”

The club remarkably smacked Chungmyung’s body.

“Ack! Aack! Ack! This crazy beggar! If you don’t stop right now… Acckkkk!”

“Die! Die!”

“T-That hurts! Ackkk!”

At the frantic flurry of beatings, Chungmyung’s shouting began to slightly change.

Smack! Smackkk! Smack!

“This beggar bastard! I’ll make you regret! I’ll break the rules of killing today…”

“Break it! Break it then, you bastard!”

“Ack! Ackkkk! Why isn’t he stopping!? Ackkk!”

Smack! Smackkkk! Smack!

“That’s… Enough… No, ackkk! Ack!”

There was no hesitation in his swings.

“…Save…”

Smack! Smaack! Smackk!

“S-Save meeeeeeeeee!”

Chungmyung, beaten to a pulp from the very start, as if suggesting that his new life in the future would never be smooth.

* * *

“…Ah. That hurt my pride.”

Chungmyung grabbed the cloth stuffed in his nose, and pulled it out.

“O-Ouchh.”

He felt a stinging pain in his nose. The moment he saw the dirty cloth dyed in red, Chungmyung’s face grew even more dispirited.

A nosebleed!

What’s worse is that his nosebleed that burst a blood vessel wasn’t even from an internal wound, but a nosebleed from being beaten!

Did this even make any sense?

It wasn’t just a nosebleed. There wasn’t a single uninjured place on his whole body.

Not to mention his black and blue, bruised eyes, he couldn’t even feel his joints. In his life, has he ever been beaten to the point he went limp?

He’s never been hit like this for all the troubles he’s caused in Mount Hua that boasts of strict discipline, but he never thought he’d have his first experience(?) with a street beggar.

“Damn beggar bastard…”

The way the beggar swung the bat reeked of a professional. That sweeping beating that left no area on the body seemed almost like an art form.

Though if the target of the thrashing wasn’t me, I would have applauded you…

“These damn Beggars’ Sect beggars. You can’t stop me.”

Right now, he was just simply angry.

Unable to control the rising anger and irritation, Chungmyung lied down, throwing a fit. But when he did so, all his body felt was pain.

“Wait, but more than that…”

Chungmyung quickly jumped to his feet, approaching the edge of the stream. 

Reflected on the surface was a young face he’d never seen before. When Chungmyung pulled a face, the child also pulled a face, and when Chungmyung sighed, the child also sighed.

“…What’s going on here?”

Why do I see a child’s face on the water?

No, well, he has a nice face. He could accept that his face changed. Anyways, the younger the face, the better, right? It was extremely young you could call it a baby face, but better younger than older.

Besides, thinking about it, this face was more handsome than the past Chungmyung. So, he had no complaints about this.

The only thing he wanted to complain about was his body grew younger as well.

‘Short.’

His limbs were shorter than his original ones. It’s not that his body was naturally short, but because it was the body of a child that hadn’t grown up yet.

On top of that, if this body grows without even eating a bowl of gruel, all that’d be left would be skin and bones. Even now, he was so weak and hungry, he couldn’t even raise a hand.

Ah. So that’s how it is.

Anyways!

“So…”

To sum it up,

“That means I am alive.”

It might not be appropriate to say ‘I’. Because no matter how you look at it, his current appearance wasn’t that of Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung. An old man close to eighty was thrown into the body of a child.

It’s not that Plum Blossom Sword Master Chungmyung was alive, but that Plum Blossom Sword Master Chungmyung entered the body of a child beggar. And with his complete memories, at that.

“It’s cause of that wicked demon, huh.”

Is this what Buddhism calls reincarnation?

If he had known, he would’ve entered the Shaolin Temple, and not Mount Hua.

Struggling to ignore being suddenly thrust into intense questioning, Chungmyung raised his hand and scratched his head.

“Ouch!”

His entire body ached when he violently moved his hand. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

“It’s not gonna make any difference even if you make a scene and say it’s impossible.”

This wasn’t a dream, nor an illusion.

He doubted whether the Heavenly Demon could utilize the black arts, but if he could use such vivid black arts, the Heavenly Demon would have already ruled the world.

He didn’t know what caused this, but either way, he had to accept that everything was real.

If so, what Chungmyung had to do from here on out was all too clear.

“…First of all, I need to understand just what the hell is going on.”

Jumping to his feet, Chungmyung started running towards the beggar den he escaped earlier. Well, he tried to run.

“Khhhh.”

He couldn’t even take a few steps when he fell back down again.

“Beating me completely, that beggar bastard.”

Chungmyung’s eyes began to flare.

“Whatever the circumstances, I’m definitely gonna ruin the Beggars’ Sect.”

Just ‘cause he died and lived doesn’t mean his terrible personality was gonna disappear.

He soon got back up on his feet, waddling over to the beggar den.

I’m not sure of the right word to use for 武人 mainly cause I don’t read lots of cultivation novels, but it’s referring to someone that follows the Dao, I guess. I didn’t wanna use Daoist/Taoist, so just went for practitioner.From what I’ve read from resources, the Beggars’ Sect shows ranks through how many bags you have tied around your waist, and there are 9 ranks of sorts. The more bags/pouches you have, the higher your rank, but because I wasn’t sure if this novel was following the same rules or not (it only mentions a knot), I just translated 一結丐 as first-rank.Path of no further learning/무학 – According to the usual resources (and many more, it took me so long to figure out how to translate this), in Bupa and Mahayana Buddhism, there are three holy paths (actually five in English resources) to enlightenment: the path of seeing (where you practice profound concentration meditation on the nature of reality, and realize the emptiness of reality), the path of meditation (where you purify yourself and accumulate wisdom), and the path of no further learning (where you’ve completely purified yourself and attained enlightenment).花子 – This is the hanja while the one being used this whole time was the actual Korean, 거지. Not sure what the meaning of this change was, but let me know if anyone knows. Not gonna lie, I saw those characters and I’m like “Hanako?” since the language I know most out of other languages I studied is Japanese lol.Rules of killing – There’s this phrase in Korean seen mainly in martial arts novel, 살계를 열어. It’s a sort of idiom where someone who practices Buddhism is going to kill, since there’s a rule in Buddhism where you shouldn’t kill.Black arts – I just translated as that, but namu.wiki tells me it’s something close to illusion.

This is why I’m a Chungmyung simp. He’s so arrogant, it’s funny. Also, had to change his title from The Greatest Third-Generation Swordsman to One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen because of this chapter, but then again, doesn’t really change the meaning since the Heavenly Demon praised his sword as the best and that the other two weren’t a match for him, meaning he is the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsman.