I Became a Supporting Character in a Martial Arts Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
In the end, to avoid letting anyone notice how overwhelmed I was by emotion, I chose to voluntarily seclude myself in a corner. What I hadn’t anticipated, however, was that the man known as the First Sword of Mount Hua was also remarkably skilled at finding people.
“Haheun.”
Thinking about it now, sensing someone’s presence must be an easy task for him. Still, I wished he’d just leave me alone for a while.
Especially when I was crying like this.
Though I knew this wasn’t the right way to act, I pretended not to hear and kept my head down. Seeing this, Master—who had been silently looking down at me—suddenly reached out his hand.
And in an instant, my body was lifted into his arms.
“Oh.”
Reflexively, I grabbed onto his shoulder. Though slightly clumsy, his grip felt steady—probably because he was naturally strong—and I didn’t fear falling.
But that steadiness wasn’t what I needed right now. Slowly, I let go of the sleeve I’d been clutching, yet Master only adjusted his hold and embraced me more firmly.
Because of the sudden lift, I’d momentarily stopped crying out of sheer bewilderment—but just as I began to feel truly frustrated at not even being allowed to cry freely, Master spoke quietly.
“Why are you hiding in a place like this?”
Why else?
Since I couldn’t honestly vent my irritation here, I stubbornly kept my lips sealed. Instead of pressing me for an answer, he simply carried me out of the storage room where I’d been hiding.
The night breeze brushed against my damp cheeks. Then, a large hand awkwardly wiped my face, now chilled from the cool air.
“Haheun.”
His voice was low, almost blending into the stillness of the night.
“My decision to bring you here and become your master… was never made lightly.”
Despite his earlier sharpness, his voice now carried a quiet strength that drew my full attention. Only then did I finally glance up at Master.
…Suddenly, it felt as if something like this had happened once before.
‘That’s impossible.’
Yet, for some reason, the sense of déjà vu felt incredibly vivid.
“As this is my first time taking on a disciple, I’m certain there will be shortcomings on my part. But precisely because this decision wasn’t made lightly, I will always strive to be a good master to you.”
Master let out a soft sigh.
“That said, I’m not telling you this to demand that you also strive in return. Since it was my choice to form this master-disciple bond, you’re under no obligation to reciprocate. I just….”
Hearing his words, I felt an unexpected wave of emotion.
There are things one can only perceive through physical closeness. Every word he spoke was utterly sincere.
Just as in the original story I knew, this man truly was a good adult.
“I just wanted you to know… you don’t have to hide away and cry like this.”
Perhaps that was why, the moment I realized it, I already felt genuinely comforted by his words.
‘But…’
Strictly speaking, weren’t those words meant not for me, but for the true owner of this body—Baek Yeoheun?
His twelve-year-old first disciple, who alone survived the massacre of her sect during that mysterious attack.
‘…What am I supposed to do now that I’ve taken over the body of such a disciple?’
Of course, it wasn’t intentional—I had no idea how or why this had happened to me.
But guilt inevitably crept into my softened heart, directed toward Master, who knew nothing of this, and toward Baek Yeoheun, whose whereabouts remained utterly unknown.
‘I should’ve thought this through much earlier.’
Right after waking up, I’d briefly wondered where the original owner of this body was—but then I’d simply forgotten about it.
I shouldn’t have done that.
This was an issue I should’ve confronted immediately after accepting that this wasn’t a dream but reality.
[This is the timeline separator]Several more days passed after that.
The man in white I’d seen on the first day turned out to be Master’s senior martial brother—and thus my martial uncle—and belonged to Mount Hua’s Yidang faction.
Only after he confirmed I’d fully recovered was I finally granted my Dao name and officially accepted as a disciple of the Mount Hua Sect.
“From today onward, you are a disciple of Mount Hua. Your Dao name shall be Haheun.”
Yes, just as I’d remembered—it really was “Haheun.”
On the same day, I also performed the Nine Bows Ceremony and formally established the master-disciple relationship with Master.
Once all the formalities were complete and I was finally left alone, I realized I needed to reorganize my thoughts.
“For now….”
This body I was using against my will—
I certainly felt guilty toward its original owner.
But as much as I felt sorry, this wasn’t the time to dwell on that emotion.
Myself from Earth was surely already dead, so clinging to any lingering attachment would be pointless. Yet Baek Yeoheun—the true owner of this body—surely hadn’t given up on her own life as easily as I had.
‘After all, it wasn’t a situation that warranted death, and she must remember being saved by Master.’
Why, then, wasn’t Baek Yeoheun present in this body?
Whether she was dead or merely hidden deep within somewhere—I couldn’t tell for now.
Therefore, moving forward, even though it wasn’t my intention, as someone who’d taken over another’s body without permission, I needed to investigate the cause of this incident—and if Baek Yeoheun was still alive and wished to reclaim her body, I had to consider how to make that possible.
‘But to do any of that, I first need to stay alive. Only by living can I search for anything.’
That was why I couldn’t afford to fixate on my guilt right now.
Though logically sound, the thought felt shamelessly selfish, so I swallowed the sigh rising in my throat and muttered quietly.
“It’s not quite the same as being a substitute….”
Perhaps it was the bare minimum duty owed by someone who’d taken over another’s body.
“If I end up living in this body for a long time… I’ll do my best to ensure you grow into an adult without incident—or better yet, into a good adult.”
After finishing my quiet monologue, I gave a bitter smile.
Changing the unfortunate fate destined for this body’s owner was undeniably motivated by concern for Baek Yeoheun herself, whose whereabouts I didn’t even know. Surely, she wouldn’t want Master to die either.
But if I were to be completely honest, it was also for my own sake.
‘Because no matter what, I refuse to follow the original story.’
In martial arts novels, the Nine Bows Ceremony is an extremely solemn and serious matter. Though I wasn’t the true owner of this body, it was still me who performed the proper rites and bowed respectfully to Master today.
Thus, he could now rightly be called my master.
‘I can’t let my master die betrayed by his own disciple.’
I was already hiding the fact that I’d possessed Haheun’s body. Having deceived my master even before things began, and with no intention of confessing the truth anytime soon, I wanted to at least comfort myself by making amends in this way.
Whether I lived my entire life burdened by guilt as a possessor of this body, or eventually returned it to its rightful owner, as long as I kept “becoming a good adult” as my goal…
Things wouldn’t turn out badly.
[This is the timeline separator]The other second-generation disciples assigned to my cohort had already been disciples for well over ten years.
Naturally, someone like me—who’d only just had my name added to the sect’s register—couldn’t possibly join their training, so I had to receive one-on-one instruction from Master.
Early the morning after performing the Nine Bows Ceremony,
I sat facing Master in the practice hall.
“The first thing you’ll learn is the most fundamental Luhe Heart Method. Every disciple who joins Mount Hua begins with this technique. I’ll teach you the oral formulas first—listen carefully. The Luhe Heart Method is…”
I quietly listened, staring intently at Master’s face as he slowly explained the oral formulas.
These formulas contained much wisdom—
how to calm the mind, what “Luhe” truly meant, what enlightenment the founder had achieved through this method, where that enlightenment was meant to lead, and what he wished to pass down to future generations.
‘…This is better than I expected.’
Fortunately, it wasn’t overly difficult to understand.
Master was fundamentally a genius. Of course, he’d worked harder than anyone else—but at his core, he was also naturally gifted, born with a body perfectly suited for swordsmanship and a mind capable of grasping martial arts with ease.
I’d braced myself a little, under the assumption he might not be good at teaching others—but to my surprise, his explanations were quite clear, and I followed them without much difficulty.
Noticing my expression had changed unconsciously, Master narrowed his eyes slightly after finishing his explanation and asked,
“Is it hard to understand?”
“…No, but I couldn’t memorize it all.”
“You don’t need to memorize it all on your first hearing, so don’t worry. I’ll explain it a few more times.”
He smiled lightly, then suddenly pulled something from his robes—a small wooden box, no bigger than a palm.
“You should take this first.”
“What is it?”
“A spirit pill.”
As I reached out absentmindedly to accept the box he offered, I froze at the casually spoken yet profoundly significant term.
“…Excuse me?”
“It’s called the Jade Plum Pill.”
Did such a thing… even exist?
Spirit pills?
I didn’t even know where to begin questioning this. Seeing my wide-eyed expression, he continued explaining.
“Just as Shaolin has the Great Return Pill and Small Return Pill, and Wudang has the Great Clarity Pill and Small Clarity Pill, Mount Hua also possesses several spirit pills, including the Purple Mulberry Pill and the Jade Plum Pill. Mount Hua is especially renowned for crafting spirit pills compared to other sects. The Jade Plum Pill isn’t as rare as the Purple Mulberry Pill, but it’s still quite valuable.”
All I remembered from this unnamed martial arts novel was its general setting and plot—I couldn’t recall such specific details, so everything he said felt entirely new to me.
I see.
So such things do exist.
And it’s quite valuable.
“But why give it to me…?”
“Elder Jineung, who will become your grand elder, bestowed it upon you. It seems you’ve made a good impression on him.”
No, that can’t be right.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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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.