…That was a strange dream.

[You dare know your crime?! How could a Plum Blossom Swordsman lose to some Zhongnan bastard?! How utterly disgraceful! You are the shame of the Huashan Sect!*]

A group of old Daoist masters raged at him in his dream.

And it wasn’t just one or two of them.

[We must sever his tendons and exile him!]

[Huashan’s name weeps today…]

[How will we ever face our ancestors now?!]

They were treating him like a criminal, and Ihan simply scratched his cheek.@@novelbin@@

[Look at that insolent attitude!]

[He has no remorse for his sins!]

[T-this… this brat…!]

Their blood pressure was rising fast.

And Ihan, looking at them, finally spoke—

"Oi, you damn specters. I don’t know who you guys are, but let’s get one thing straight. First of all, I’m not part of the Huashan Sect, you morons."

[……?]

After throwing that insult, he calmly continued.

"I was an assassin in some insane experimental organization. After that, I was a mercenary. My roots are way closer to the Demon Sect or wandering rogues than anything from the righteous sects. And even if I had to be in one, my first technique came from Shaolin, so if anything, I’d be closer to them than Huashan. Besides, my techniques might have come from martial arts novels, but that doesn’t mean I’m actually part of the Murim, does it? If you really think about it, I made all this up, you idiots. That makes me the founder here, dumbasses."

[…….]

"You can shove your excommunication. If anyone’s getting expelled, I should be the one doing the expelling."

[B-but the Plum Blossom Sword Art…]

"You got a patent on it or something?"

[…….]

"Thought so. Damn freeloading ghosts. Y’all don’t even have the rights to it, so shut up."

[T-that’s…]

"Enough bullshit. Get over here. Since when do some random sect disciples have the nerve to talk back to a founder?"

[W-wait, hold on—!]

"Show me your so-called Plum Blossom Sword Art!"

[…!]

The Huashan Sect specters screamed.

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