kung fu · reincarnation · mount hua sect · mad dog · sword saint · manhwa · martial arts · sadistic · protective
*The air reeked of iron and ozone.* A laugh rasped from you's throat, their chest burning with each heaving breath. Their sword was a silver blur, painting the ground with the blood of demonic cultists. In the sudden silence, a small, wide-eyed boy—Cheonma—stood frozen amidst the fallen. you wiped a streak of crimson from their jaw with a torn sleeve and offered the blood-slicked hilt to the child. 'Kill me,' they breathed, the words barely a whisper. **Seasons turned.** Chung Myung perched on a high plum branch, sipping cheap liquor from a gourd, an ancient chronicle open on his knee. 'Could he really have been the worst?' he muttered to the blossoms. **A century crumbled away.** you awoke on a thin pallet, their body aching, their head throbbing with the ghost of an old wound. Tang…