I Became a Supporting Character in a Martial Arts Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 9
“The Six Harmonies Sword Art you’re practicing—wasn’t that something everyone learned back when they were third-generation disciples? If you’re stuck anywhere, you could always ask any of your senior martial brothers. Of course, you’ve probably already memorized it all, so you might not need to…”
I could easily interpret Senior Martial Brother Ryu’s words.
Everyone learned it when they were third-generation disciples, yet you’re only a second-generation disciple—why are you practicing it now?
Did you get a bit of praise and now think you can look down on your senior martial brothers?
‘Wow, that’s really mature behavior toward a kid.’
You and I may appear nearly ten years apart in age right now…
I couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, though I swallowed it down.
Truthfully, I could just as easily talk back clearly here and refuse to follow my senior brother.
But doing so would make things messy later. It’s not the way of a Dao Sect disciple to pick a fight with a senior brother who was already at Mount Hua when I was born. I didn’t want to become the troublemaking disciple in my master’s absence.
‘Well, it’s also not the way of a Dao Sect disciple for someone to pick a fight with a child who was born while they themselves were practicing the Six Harmonies Sword.’
But they’ve already done it.
‘…Which doesn’t mean I have to stoop to their level.’
I decided I might as well do as my senior brother wanted—for now.
Though I’d resolved to stop caring about others’ opinions, this situation was different. When someone confronts you so openly, ignoring them becomes harder.
Besides, I wasn’t sure what exactly they were trying to do, but they’d still have to watch their step around the elders—so they wouldn’t dare do anything truly serious.
If their intention was merely to inflict some psychological blow, there was no way I’d fall for it.
“Then… may I do just that?”
Seeing I’d taken the bait, Senior Martial Brother Ryu smirked.
“Of course. Everyone will be delighted—myself included. Many would love to grow closer to a young junior martial sister like you.”
But was that ‘grow closer’ truly about becoming friends?
Moreover, upon reflection, Senior Martial Brother Ryu had been implying since earlier that several people were already at his destination.
‘Really? A Dao Sect disciple actually wants to gang up and harass a young junior martial sister?’
It was utterly absurd.
“Then let’s go.”
“Yes.”
As I slowly followed my senior brother ahead, I suddenly reconsidered the disciple hierarchy within this sect.
Whenever news spread that a major sect like Mount Hua was holding entrance examinations, countless children from across the land would flock to seek admission. But since they couldn’t accept everyone, they held several tests to filter applicants, admitting only those who passed as third-generation disciples.
‘Yet even among those admitted third-generation disciples, only a select few receive a Dao name directly assigned by a master.’
Those who receive a Dao name become Zhen Shan Disciples, while the rest become inner sect disciples, taught by one master in groups.
Zhen Shan Disciples, having received their Dao names, cannot leave Mount Hua. In return, they’re permitted to learn Mount Hua’s supreme martial art, the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Art.
Inner sect disciples, however, may descend the mountain after being assigned as first-generation disciples to establish secular sects anywhere below. Yet they can only learn up to the Five Elements Plum Blossom Sword.
The Senior Martial Brother walking ahead of me now was an inner sect disciple who hadn’t received a Dao name.
‘…And he also dislikes me.’
I clicked my tongue inwardly. Though it was still pathetic to scheme against a child, at least he had his reasons.
What angered him was this:
‘He passed the grueling entrance exam to become a disciple yet never received a Dao name, while I—merely because Master picked me up—was instantly granted one.’
That was exactly what I’d overheard him mutter once before.
In other words… jealousy.
His words made the Dao name sound incredibly valuable. But viewed objectively, without bias, it wasn’t necessarily so.
‘Honestly, how many people would truly be happy spending their entire lives cooped up on this remote mountaintop?’
Admittedly, Mount Hua was relatively secular among Daoist sects—they forbade alcohol but permitted cooked food, for instance.
Even Zhen Shan Disciples could marry.
But regarding marriage—one must remember that Zhen Shan Disciples receive their Dao names precisely to embody Mount Hua’s Daoist identity for life.
Marrying meant one’s spouse would also have to live on Mount Hua.
Ordinary people wouldn’t exactly welcome that joyfully; it was more like a theoretical permission than a practical option.
‘Unless marrying another disciple, it’s effectively impossible.’
Thus, some actually preferred being inner sect disciples.
Since their cultivation partners were the same Zhen Shan Disciples they trained alongside, they received equal respect within the sect. They could simply cultivate diligently, live peacefully, then descend the mountain when the time came to establish a secular sect, take disciples, and once settled, marry and build a stable family.
By the standards of this era, that was an exceptionally secure and admirable life.
‘…Yet someone might still desire a Dao name despite knowing all this.’
Like Senior Martial Brother Ryu walking ahead of me now.
‘He’d probably be even angrier if I weren’t a genius—but even as a genius, he still can’t stand it.’
If I were like the original ‘Haheun’—ordinary—he’d resent my inadequacies out of jealousy. But since I’m extraordinary now, he can’t openly rage, yet still can’t let go of his envy.
Thinking this far, I still found him pitiful despite his pettiness.
If he felt compelled to vent his frustration even on a twelve-year-old, he must truly be miserable himself.
An inferiority complex born from circumstances beyond his control.
Perhaps similar to what the original ‘Haheun’ once felt toward her junior disciple.
Just as I reached this thought, I arrived at the place Senior Martial Brother Ryu and his allies had prepared. It was a small training ground in a rather secluded spot, where five or six other senior brothers had already gathered.
‘All inner sect disciples.’
That made sense.
Senior Martial Brother Ryu wouldn’t have wanted to lament to Zhen Shan Disciples—who’d already received Dao names—about his bitterness over not getting one himself. Regardless of whether they’d sympathize, his pride wouldn’t allow such behavior.
So he’d only gradually confided in those he considered ‘in the same boat,’ gathering those who agreed with him to create this situation.
‘Now what do they plan to do?’
How would they provoke me? Challenge me to a guided sparring session?
“You’re here, junior martial sister.”
“Come on in.”
For now, everyone welcomed me warmly on the surface. Senior Martial Brother Ryu beside me added with a pointed smile, “See? I told you they’d all be happy to see you.”
“Yes, you were right.”
Pretending ignorance, I joined their group. Immediately, they seamlessly shifted into a training-focused atmosphere, as if this had always been their plan.
After briefly assessing the situation, I blended in and assumed the starting stance of the Six Harmonies Sword as I always did.
‘After all, this was originally my scheduled practice time anyway.’
But the moment I did so, I understood exactly what they intended.
“Junior martial sister, your stance looks a bit off.”
“Yes?”
“You should raise your sword tip a little higher.”
I slowly blinked, checking my sword tip’s position. The height where a straight line from the tip would meet the middle of my neck—exactly as Master had adjusted for me.
“…Ah, yes.”
I replied with a faintly awkward expression, making no move to correct my posture.
What followed was an endless barrage of unsolicited advice…
“Junior martial sister, have you tried doing that part differently?”
“You’d look better swinging it with a bit less force there.”
“You should stand with your feet wider apart.”
“Junior martial sister.”
“Junior martial sister.”
“Junior martial sister!”
…It was far milder than the guided sparring I’d imagined, yet several times more infuriating. In a way, it was almost impressive.
“Junior martial sister.”
“Yes.”
I kept replying verbally as I had at first, ignoring their suggestions in action and brushing it off—but at some point, just hearing “junior martial sister” made me feel like I was developing a nervous breakdown.
‘Should I just quit and leave? Pretend I didn’t hear and run away?’
I was seriously considering it when—
“You’ve been ignoring your senior brothers’ advice since you arrived.”
Senior Martial Brother Ryu spoke up in a sharp tone. Instantly, the other senior brothers—who’d been chattering loudly until just now—fell silent in unison.
Too late to run now.
I sighed softly and turned to face them. Senior Martial Brother Ryu added with a smug smirk,
“Oh, is it because you’re Disciple of Master Yubaek that you think our teachings hold no value?”
It was a childish yet cunning remark. Agreeing would insult the senior brothers; disagreeing would force me to heed their ridiculous advice.
‘Do they really not consider that I might twist their words and accuse them of insulting my master?’
I could charge out shouting that the senior brothers dared alter what Master taught me, then grab the first adult I see and burst into tears.
Surprisingly, I’m still young enough that crying works. Finding a martial uncle or master who dotes on me would be even better.
But I held onto my last shred of patience and decided not to go that far.
“If you senior brothers had acted like proper seniors, I would’ve respected you.”
“…What?”
After all, what happened here wouldn’t reach others’ ears.
These senior brothers had deliberately chosen this secluded training ground precisely to keep everything hushed up. Conversely, even if I said something unpleasant to them here, no one outside this place would ever know.
“I understand you’re upset that I received a Dao name immediately upon joining. I won’t deny it—I got lucky because Master took me in.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, junior martial sister. We were only…”
“But does harassing me like this ease your hearts? Do you find it entertaining?”
Besides, how could an adult go around boasting after hearing such words from a twelve-year-old?
It’d be like spitting in their own face.
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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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.