I Became a Supporting Character in a Martial Arts Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 15
“But I understand that the commotion regarding Haheun’s admission has only just settled down. Surely, I cannot cause another disturbance within the sect by accepting yet another disciple of mine now.”
It was a fair point. The Sect Leader let out a light sigh.
Haheun was thirteen years old this year. According to the current year, they planned to accept third-generation disciples two years from now—by then, she would be fifteen, an age far more natural and less controversial for entering as a third-generation disciple rather than a second-generation one.
Yet, they had insisted on enrolling her as a second-generation disciple into Mount Hua precisely because, as Yuwon had said, he had stubbornly insisted. Just as the Sect Leader was hearing Yuwon speak at such length for the first time now, he had also witnessed Yuwon’s stubbornness for the very first time back then.
“So you knew all along.”
The words carried multiple meanings, but the strongest implication was, “You knew all this yet still insisted back then, didn’t you?” Understanding this, Yuwon finally confessed everything now, nearly a year after bringing Haheun here.
“Yes. Now, no one fails to recognize Haheun’s exceptional talent for her age, but back then, unless it had been me… no one else would have welcomed that child, would they? Besides, I was the only adult she trusted—how could I possibly turn her away?”
“…Yes, that’s right. You’re correct.”
The Sect Leader looked down into his teacup with renewed bitterness.
Now Haheun displayed remarkable talent, but when she first arrived at Mount Hua, she had merely been a young, frail girl—suddenly orphaned, unstable, and lost. Even her innate aura seemed hazy, as if she might vanish at any moment.
Though her plight was undeniably pitiful, had it not been for Yuwon, no one would have taken her as a disciple, and the child would likely have been sent down to Huayin.
The Sect Leader slowly sipped his tea, organizing his thoughts.
In any case, it was time to return to the main issue.
He had initially intended to draw a clear line the moment Yuwon arrived: “No second special favor.” Then, as the one who brought the boy, he would merely hear Yuwon’s opinion and discuss the boy’s future together.
Now, however, there was no need to draw that line anymore—he could simply listen to Yuwon’s opinion and decide the boy’s fate together.
“What do you think we should do with that child?”
As he posed the question, the Sect Leader mentally reviewed several possible solutions.
Yet none of them felt entirely clear.
First, as in Haheun’s case, even if the boy didn’t become Yuwon’s disciple, they could place him under another first-generation disciple and admit him as a second-generation disciple. However, as Yuwon himself had pointed out, this carried a high risk of stirring up fresh unrest within the sect.
In truth, it wasn’t unheard of to take in a child encountered outside the sect as a disciple immediately upon recognizing their talent—it happened occasionally, and minor issues always arose from such cases.
Those children were always exceptionally gifted, but Haheun hadn’t shown obvious talent when she first arrived, making her situation slightly more problematic than usual…
“Yet now that her outstanding Five Elements aptitude has been confirmed and she’s nearly completed a full year under the Dao Ho, everyone outwardly accepts it.”
A few months ago, there had apparently been a disciple who hadn’t fully accepted it, but that issue seemed to have been resolved well enough in the end.
Recalling a recent conversation with Elder Jineung—Haheun’s Grand Elder and his own junior disciple—the Sect Leader nodded inwardly.
“Thus, Haheun’s situation can now be considered nearly problem-free…”
But admitting another boy, whose age was far too young for his assigned generation, as a second-generation disciple would undoubtedly cause trouble—even if he weren’t Yuwon’s disciple.
It would be like throwing fresh embers onto a fire they’d only just managed to extinguish.
“And it might even spark backlash against Haheun herself.”
They could admit him as an inner sect disciple with the same rank as second-generation disciples without granting him the Dao Ho, but this option was equally ambiguous. After all, there was a reason the timing for accepting disciples was strictly set.
Forcing him into the inner sect ranks while ignoring the proper timing would render proper cultivation impossible for the boy.
“The current batch of second-generation inner sect disciples is already learning the Five Elements Plum Blossom Sword.”
How could they possibly integrate a commoner boy who first needed to build up his physical strength into that group?
“But it would be a waste to assign him to menial chores…”
Just as the Sect Leader reached this thought, Yuwon—who had been pondering alongside him—finally spoke up.
“He clearly possesses martial bones, evident at first glance, and during our journey here, I found him quite intelligent through conversation. It would be a shame to assign him menial tasks. Since the only issue is his assigned generation, I thought we might let him stay at Mount Hua for now and admit him as a third-generation disciple if he wishes.”
“A third-generation disciple.”
The Sect Leader chuckled wryly, deflated. It suddenly struck him as odd that his own disciple—the First Sword of Mount Hua—hadn’t even asked the boy’s age during their month-long journey from Beijing to Shaanxi.
“You didn’t even ask how old that child is this year, did you?”
“Huh?”
In truth, the Sect Leader had already met the boy Yuwon brought last night.
Upon seeing him, he too had immediately thought the boy’s martial bones were far too exceptional for menial chores. The boy sat with perfect posture, a straight spine, and broad shoulders—quite impressive. Even in their brief conversation, it was clear he was sharp-minded and quick to understand.
He was precisely the kind of talent a Dao Sect that also practiced sword arts couldn’t afford to lose.
“If Mount Hua refused him and he left, heartbroken, perhaps even heading to Zhongnan instead…”
The mere thought made his stomach churn.
Thus, his thoughts kept circling back to accepting the boy as a disciple.
If they followed Yuwon’s suggestion—letting the boy stay at Mount Hua and admitting him as a third-generation disciple—it would likely be the cleanest, most trouble-free solution. But it simply wasn’t feasible.
“He’ll be called Zhi Xue once his birthday passes this year.”
He was… too old for that.
“By the time we accept third-generation disciples, he’ll be seventeen—far too late to begin martial arts training. Isn’t he already slightly past the ideal age?”
Everyone accumulates impurities in their body as they grow from birth. While Daoist internal cultivation methods could purify the body to some extent, there were limits. To build pure inner energy, one must start as young as possible.
“I see.”
A faint look of embarrassment crossed Yuwon’s face. Then the Sect Leader belatedly recalled what his own disciple—the First Sword of Mount Hua—had been like before taking on a disciple.
“…Anyway, I’ve heard your opinion clearly. I’ll think a bit more about the boy’s future.”
Over the past year, Yuwon had cared for his disciple so diligently that the Sect Leader had momentarily forgotten—Yuwon had originally been the type who lived only for his sword. He wasn’t truly suited for pondering such matters together.
He decided to dismiss Yuwon.
“You may go now.”
“Understood.”
Without showing any disappointment, Yuwon bowed neatly and departed.
Once the door closed and Yuwon’s footsteps faded completely from earshot, the Sect Leader found himself sighing unconsciously.
[This is the timeline separator]When Yuwon returned to the training ground where his disciple practiced, he found her exactly as she’d said before leaving—alone, practicing the postures of the Six Harmonies Sword.
She seemed deeply focused, so Yuwon deliberately stopped a few steps away to watch her.
After all, she wasn’t yet at the level where she could swiftly sense approaching presences. She would reach that point someday, but there was no need to rush her now.
At her age, it was far more important to deeply internalize each posture until it became her own. Sword arts, by nature, required steady, gradual accumulation—only then would they remain unshaken.
After watching for a while, Yuwon only approached fully once his disciple finally turned her head and acknowledged his presence.
“Master, when did you arrive?”
“Just now. I saw you concentrating and watched for a moment.”
Smiling briefly as he looked down at his wide-eyed disciple, Yuwon pointed out several corrections to the Six Harmonies Sword postures he’d just observed.
Haheun always listened attentively and adjusted quickly whenever taught. Even if she hadn’t been exceptionally gifted, Yuwon would have regarded her as his disciple regardless—but it was clear now that Haheun was unexpectedly easy to teach and care for.
After watching her adjust her stance and resume practicing the Six Harmonies Sword, Yuwon once again granted her a short break—just as he had before leaving for the Sect Leader’s quarters.
Haheun set down her wooden sword and approached Yuwon as if she had something to say.
“Um, Master…”
“What is it?”
Haheun seemed curious about something, yet hesitated slightly for some reason. Yuwon waited patiently without pressing her.
He knew she would speak plainly if given time. True to form, Haheun soon began speaking slowly.
“That person you brought yesterday…”
“Hmm?”
“Will they become my junior martial sibling?”
The question caught Yuwon somewhat off guard.
For one, he didn’t recall ever telling Haheun anything like, “I’ve brought someone.” He’d worried inwardly that her young heart might feel jealousy or insecurity.
Though such feelings were improper for a Dao Sect disciple, Haheun was still a child who hadn’t even completed a full year since her admission.
Slightly startled at first, Yuwon quickly realized it wouldn’t have been difficult for Haheun to hear the news. Moreover, since the Sect Leader had already asked whether he intended to take the boy as a disciple, rumors likely spread in a similar fashion.
Though just half a watch ago he’d told the Sect Leader he had no intention of accepting the boy as a disciple, Yuwon simply smiled and asked in return,
“It hasn’t been decided yet. Why—would you like that?”
“The decision rests with the Sect Leader and you, Master. If it’s made, I’ll accept it.”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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I feel complicated about her future fellow disciple. She could have had it easy but he is going to make it more difficult for her. I am sure of it
This part was interesting, especially the way everything was explained and master and haheun part is so cute. I wonder what will happen next.
This part was interesting, especially the way everything was explained and master and haheun part is so cute. I wonder what will happen next.