I Became The Youngest Disciple Of The Hwasan Sect

Is this a childcare romance fantasy or a martial arts story?

In the great era of reincarnation, one never knows when or where they’ll be hit by a truck or fall into a sinkhole, just to be reincarnated in another world.

The beginning of any reincarnation novel always started the same way: the protagonist, reading a web novel, would get hit by a truck or fall into a sinkhole and plummet into another world.

“I wish I could get reincarnated too.”

Ding— I muttered in a dry voice as I tapped on the latest update of a novel.

A plastic bag dangling carelessly from my arm rustled. Inside were a week’s worth of food: instant noodles and ready-made rice.

I had no special talent, no goals, no achievements. I was just barely surviving, letting time slip by—of course I had no attachment to this kind of life.

I had already cut ties with my so-called parents, who weren’t even real parents, so it was like I had no family either.

Looking back, my life really was miserable. The complete opposite of the main characters in these novels.

The title of the novel I was reading now was “I’m the Precious Daughter of a Duke’s Family.” The most dramatic thing that ever happened was the main character sulking and running away from home. It was a fluffy, healing childcare story.

Totally not my taste, but I was reading it just in case I ever got reincarnated. If I was going to end up in a novel, it might as well be one where the main character lives sweetly and comfortably.

The world setting was also extremely peaceful—no wars, no secret villains. So even if I ended up as just an extra, I’d be fine.

I scrolled through the pages with a blank face and left a routine comment.

There was a rumor that the more consistently you commented, the higher your chance of reincarnation.

[UpholdRighteousnessAndChivalry]: Thanks for the chapter~

Then I immediately tapped on the update of a novel that was more my style.

Return of the Sword God.

The protagonist, whose martial sect had been wiped out by the Demonic Cult, became a lone avenger. After dying, he regressed and began collecting sacred relics of the Demonic Cult to twist the past—this was a martial arts novel.

I was enjoying it a lot, but I held back on commenting just in case I really did get reincarnated.

This novel had a difficulty rating of five stars for reincarnation, after all.

As the traffic light turned green, I kept reading while slowly crossing the street.

Once I finished reading and opened the comments, the usual martial arts boomers were there, lecturing on the plot as always.

While I was reading with interest, my thumb slipped and I accidentally typed a ㅗ into the comment box.

Anyone seeing that would think I was cursing out the author. It was the perfect comment to get reincarnated into a hellish role.

Just as I was about to press backspace to delete it—

HONK—!

A deafening honk rang out.

Startled, my thumb slipped and hit the “send” button instead.

[UpholdRighteousnessAndChivalry: ㅗ]

‘Damn it, where did your manners go? It’s a green light, why are you honking like crazy?’

Frowning, I instinctively turned my head—and saw bright headlights and a massive truck rushing straight toward me.

‘Damn it, that’s definitely a reincarnation truck.’

I had just left comments on two novels. Please, if I must be reborn, let it be into the sweet childcare romance fantasy.

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After getting hit by the reincarnation truck, I slowly opened my eyes. As expected, an unfamiliar ceiling—or rather, an unfamiliar sky—greeted me.

The thin cloth wrapped tightly around my body was no match for the cold air or the hard ground.

I let out a deep sigh as I wiggled my now tiny hands inside the cloth. Even being reincarnated as a four- or five-year-old would have been hard enough—was becoming a newborn really necessary?

I was lying, wrapped in cloth, in front of the grand gates of a massive, East Asian-style building.

The moment I saw the scenery, I realized— something had gone terribly wrong.

One thing was certain—this wasn’t the world of “I’m the Precious Daughter of a Duke’s Family.”

‘I bought coins to read that novel even though it wasn’t my taste, just so I could prepare for reincarnation!’

Instead of a scream, a whimper of frustration slipped from my mouth.

‘First, I need to figure out where I am.’

Judging by the East Asian-style setting, it seemed highly likely that this was the other novel I commented on—”Return of the Sword God”. Then again, it might not be.

There was a plaque at the top of the towering front gate, but unfortunately, from my current angle, I couldn’t see the characters.

Maybe if I cried loudly enough, someone inside would come out upon hearing me?

But… what if someone evil lived in there and decided to kill me for making too much noise?

As I faced the greatest dilemma of my life, the large gate creaked open, and finally, someone stepped outside.

A man who looked to be in his early to mid-20s appeared, dressed neatly in a black, monochrome martial robe.

As soon as he spotted me, his handsome face twisted in shock.

Panicking, he rushed over, lifted me off the ground, and held me in his arms, anxiously glancing around.

He was probably looking for my parents or guardian.

“Sweetie, where are your parents?”

He asked as he loosened the cloth tightly wrapped around me and adjusted his hold.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just stared blankly at him.

It was hard to tell if a baby my age could even understand speech or respond with head movements.

After circling the front gate with me in his arms and confirming no one was around, he sighed deeply and opened the gate.

Still holding me tightly, he strode purposefully toward an inner hall. Throwing open a door, he shouted:

“Grandmaster! There was a baby outside the sect gate!”

At his call, countless eyes turned toward me.

While wrapped snugly in strong arms, I blinked slowly under all the attention.

‘He said “sect gate”… So this must be the headquarters of some martial arts sect. Then those people must be…’

Inside the room were people of various ages—from middle-aged men with light wrinkles to elderly men with gray hair.

Apparently surprised by the number of people, the young man tried to quietly back away.

But the elderly man seated in the highest place sternly motioned for him to stay.

Left with no choice, the man entered with me in his arms and knelt in the center of the room.

“Where is the child’s guardian?”

“I looked around, but there was no one nearby—not at the spot or in the vicinity.
It seems someone abandoned the child here.”

“Who would climb all the way up Hwasan (san-means Mont, Mont Hwa) to abandon a baby?!”

At the furious outcry of the elder, who had a long, dignified beard like an immortal, I finally realized where I was and what situation I was in.

‘If it’s Hwasan, then I must be in the Hwasan Sect.’

And the Hwasan Sect was one of the Nine Great Sects of the Righteous Path (White Path) in the martial arts world.

…Which means I had been possessed into a hybrid genre—a martial arts childcare story that combines a fluffy baby-raising tale with blood, vengeance, and cries for justice and chivalry.

‘I shouldn’t have read two novels at once! I should’ve stuck to just the cute childcare one!’

Overcome with frustration and resentment, I flailed my arms wildly.

Startled, the man holding me quickly tried to calm me down.

Once I tired out and stopped, the elder from earlier came closer and looked down at me.

He gently patted my chest, sighed, and muttered with pity in his voice:

“Poor thing… at such a young age… Your guardian must be truly heartless.”

‘And then, of course, he’ll say, “Well, since it’s fate, let’s raise the child here.” That’s how all fluffy childcare stories go, right?’

Exhaling deeply, already expecting the next lines with dull resignation, I waited.

But the bearded elder stroked his beard and said:

“It would be better to send her down to Hwaeum. For both us and the child. How could we raise a baby within the Sect?”

‘See? I told you—wait, WHAT?’

“Yes… I think that’s for the best. Sorry, little one. But no matter where you go, it’ll surely be better than here.”

‘Huh? This isn’t right…’

My mouth dropped open as I stared at the man apologizing to me with a sad expression.

‘Was this not a childcare romance fantasy, but a martial arts “lone survival” story?! Am I seriously about to be left to wander the streets alone, waiting for some reclusive martial arts Master to take me in? 

And if I never encounter any lucky chance or miraculous event, the best I can hope for is to become a waitress at an inn.

Worst case? I end up in the Beggars’ Association, where only outcasts go!

If martial artists shout “Waitress!” I’ll have to yell, “Yes, Sir!” and recommend bamboo leaf liquor and roast duck, then go clean up the mess after they smash up the inn every day.

Or maybe I’ll become one of those beggars who proudly say, “We beggars are everywhere!” and just beg my way through life with nothing but the pride of the Ten Thousand Beggars’ Association.

For the record, I hate both options.’

I quickly grabbed the collar of the man who had brought me here. His face turned to one of flustered confusion.

‘Surprised, are you? I was surprised too—when you said you weren’t going to raise me.’

I stared him down and opened my eyes wide.

‘Raise me. I said, raise me.’

‘If I’ve already been possessed into a martial arts novel, I’d rather be raised as “The Precious child of Hwasan” than end up as an extra waitress or beggar in the ‘Return of the Sword God’.’

The man, clearly overwhelmed, averted his gaze. 

‘Oh? Looking away now?’

“WaaAAAAAH!!”

Grabbing his collar, I wailed as loudly as I could, shaking it wildly.

This might turn into a long game, so I made sure to control my breath using abdominal breathing instead of straining my throat. Anything to conserve energy before I passed out.

‘Hurry up and convince the elders before I fall asleep.’

“Sweetie, do you want to stay here?”

“Hic…”

At the gentle question, I froze mid-wail and sniffled.

I couldn’t muster the strength to nod, but I squeezed out every last bit of willpower to give the faintest nod.

As a bonus, I gave the elders a teary-eyed look as I scanned their faces.

‘Still not convinced?’

“Hoho, she expresses herself clearly. I suppose we have no choice. Her arrival must also be fate and destiny.”

“Amitabha…” (※ A Buddhist phrase, often used solemnly.)

At the long-bearded elder’s amused words, the others nodded in agreement.

‘Looks like he’s the boss around here.’

“Uihyeon, did the child have her name written anywhere?”

“No, Grandmaster.”

“Then we’ll have to give her a name.”

When the bearded elder said this, I finally relaxed the tension from my body.

Giving me a name basically meant they were going to raise me—so I could finally breathe easy.

“The current third-generation disciples use the syllable ‘Ui’, so the next generation will use ‘Bi’. Since she’s come to us through fate, let’s add the character ‘Yeon’, meaning ‘connection’. We’ll call her Biyeon.”

“Sect Leader, are you planning to use a Taoist name as her actual name?”

“She’s going to be raised as a disciple of Hwasan anyway—what does it matter?”

‘Wow. That confidence—that I’ll definitely choose to stay as a disciple even when I grow up. Truly worthy of a prestigious Sect of the Righteous Path.’

‘Wait a second—a Taoist name? Isn’t that something usually given only to full-fledged inner disciples?’

A Taoist name means cutting ties with the secular world and living as a true Taoist, so they don’t just give those out lightly.

‘And most major sects use generation-based naming conventions. Since they said the next generation will use”Bi”, does that mean I’ve already been accepted as an inner disciple?’

“From now on, your name is Biyeon. Welcome to Hwasan, little one.”

At the Sect Leader’s warm and kind welcome, I let out a breath of relief.

‘Even if this is the world inside “Return of the Sword God”, as long as it’s Hwasan, I’m safe.’

The protagonist’s sect—the one wiped out by the Demonic Cult—wasn’t Hwasan.

And even while the protagonist flew around seeking revenge, Hwasan was still standing strong.

Plus, it’s part of the prestigious Nine Great Sects of the Righteous Path. Totally legit.

‘Alright. It’s a bit of a weird hybrid, but I’ve officially been reincarnated into a childcare martial arts novel!’

“This child will probably become the Great Sister of the next generation of disciples.”

As the elders chuckled, I smiled brightly along with them.

‘Surely… surely these old men aren’t going to do anything crazy like start training a baby… right?’

Synopsis

In this great era of transmigration, when you never know what novel you’ll suddenly end up inside, parallel-reading is dangerous.

“Sect Leader, there’s a baby left at the front gate!”

Because if you read a fluffy childcare romance and a blood-soaked martial arts novel at the same time, you might end up transmigrating into some bizarre hybrid — a martial-arts childcare story.

And not even as the youngest daughter of a prestigious family, but as a parentless baby abandoned at the gates of Mount Hua on top of a rugged mountain!

“Yes, little one! Leave behind the legend that you wielded a sword before you even learned to walk!”
“Plum blossoms! If you’re part of Mount Hua, you must make plum blossoms bloom!”

Don’t shove a sword into the hands of a baby who can’t even walk just to mass-produce a legend.

“We have to defeat Wudang, we have to! How long do we have to live hearing people call Wudang the greatest sword sect under heaven?”

Should adults really be piling such heavy burdens onto kids’ shoulders?

And to top it off, the young master of the Namgung Clan who once tried to coax me into coming to his house doesn’t even recognize me now that we’ve met again…

“Is this really the level of Mount Hua’s sword? I expected something from Mount Hua, but looks like you’re nothing special.”

You—just shut your mouth already.

From now on, I’ll only read one book at a time, so can’t someone please send me into a proper childcare romance instead?

Namgung Seheon suddenly grabbed both my shoulders.

“Hey, you… don’t spar with anyone else.”
“Have you lost your mind from the shock of losing? Do you think that’s even possible?”
“Ah, I guess not…”

Nodding blankly, Namgung Seheon changed his words.

“Then, at least don’t smile like that after sparring with anyone else.”

He slowly blinked and looked straight down at me with those jet-black eyes.

“Only smile at me like that when I’m the one who wins.”