.｡.:✧ Chapter 1 ✧:.｡.

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Bobt
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Rocking back and forth.

“Seo-cheon… Seo-cheon… Wake up…”

His body rocked as if he were on a boat. The shaking that reached his brain made his eyes open on their own.

Through his half-open eyes, the first thing he saw was a handsome middle-aged man who appeared to be in his late thirties.

“…?”

The boy who looked to be about six or seven years old muttered in disbelief as he looked at the middle-aged man who had woken him up.

“Master… Why…?”

“Just a few days ago, you were crying your eyes out treating this master like a dead man, and now you’re talking in your sleep again.”

If one were to choose a representative for aging gracefully, it would be him. His silky black hair flowing down, his elegant and kind eyes, the wrinkles that were engraved but somehow not ugly and only beautiful.

The boy, Joo Seo-cheon, rolled his eyes at his master Yu Jeong-mok’s words and was lost in thought for a moment.

“Ah!”

That thought did not last long. The events that had happened to him a week ago flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning.

In that brief moment, Joo Seo-cheon organized his thoughts about his current situation.

“Joo Seo-cheon, eight years old, fourth-generation disciple of the Mount Hua Sect.”

The first thing that came to mind was information about himself.

“Yu Jeong-mok, forty years old, third-generation disciple of the Mount Hua Sect.”

The members of the Mount Hua Sect were divided into first-generation disciples to fourth-generation disciples.

First, the first-generation disciples were the elders of the sect who had retired from the affairs of the murim and were in seclusion.

The second-generation disciples included the sect leader and the elders. In addition to the elders, they were mainly composed of those who were mature.

The third-generation disciples were the core of the sect. Most of them ranged from young to middle-aged, and their numbers were the largest. They could start taking on disciples from this point.

Lastly, the fourth-generation disciples were children who could hardly be called martial artists yet or novices. They represented the future.

Even the oldest among the fourth-generation disciples would be in their prime at best. They were at a level where they could just barely set foot in the murim.

And Joo Seo-cheon was a latecomer even among the fourth-generation disciples.

And the most important thing was…

“The fact that I have returned to the past.”

A sigh escaped involuntarily.

Honestly, he still couldn’t believe it. He had doubted and thought about it dozens of times over the past few days.

Joo Seo-cheon, who had experienced the age of war and had fortunately risen to the position of Fifth Elder of Mount Hua, had died.

That life was by no means a lie.

In his later years, he had gained enlightenment and reached Awakening, but he had died shortly after, unable to overcome his lifespan.

But what was this? When he opened his eyes again, something unbelievable had happened.

A memory so old that it was now faint, he had somehow returned to his childhood.

At first, he thought it was a dream. The second time, he thought it was some kind of punishment in the afterlife. The third time, he wondered if he had ascended to immortality and arrived in the celestial realm.

But all those speculations were off the mark.

None of them were correct.

It wasn’t a dream, a punishment in hell, or a reward in the celestial realm.

It was hard to believe, but after seeing with his eyes, hearing with his ears, and feeling with his body for a week, he had come to accept it.

“Before the flower stained with blood blooms. Before the whirlpool filled with conflict arises. I have returned to that era.”

To a time when it was still peaceful… to a time when he was with the only family who had cherished him, his master.

“I can do it.”

Unnecessary emotions and stray thoughts scattered from his mind. Instead, a certain emotion burned from deep within his heart.

“One more time.”

He didn’t know why he had returned to the past.

He didn’t know who had sent him.

No, honestly, it didn’t matter either way.

That was the conclusion he had reached over the past week.

He had lived a life with nothing special and had met a lonely death with no one dear to him around.

And for some reason, he had returned to the past.

With the memories of his previous life intact, at that.

“A life more in line with what I wanted…!”

It wasn’t perfect, but if he had these memories, he could live a different life than before. That fact lifted his spirits, and something that had grown cold began to burn.

The Four Great Sect War that would occur in the future. And the numerous conflicts and wars that would follow, with the hidden forces lurking behind them.

In addition, thanks to having risen to the position of Fifth Elder of Mount Hua in his old age, he had been able to access the secrets of the Mount Hua Sect and the Wulin Alliance, so he was also aware of the major events in history.

“Above all, I need to experience this and that with women!”

It was so unfair that he had died a virgin. Until his sexual desire had diminished in his old age, it had been a torment.

The Mount Hua Sect was a relatively secular Taoist sect, so marriage was quite free.

In the case of the sect leader, as they had to take responsibility for the Mount Hua Sect, they were encouraged to hold a wedding ceremony but refrain from having children.

In any case, as it was an orthodox sect, they prohibited openly indulging in sexual desire, but they still turned a blind eye to a certain extent.

Despite that, he had lived among men without even being able to properly hold a woman’s hand.

That resentment and lingering attachment were reflected in the eyes of the eight-year-old Joo Seo-cheon, shining quietly as he traversed through time.

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