I Became The Youngest Disciple of The Mount Hua Sect

In a reality where readers are pulled into novels, multitasking stories is a dangerous gamble. One moment you’re enjoying a cozy childcare tale, the next you’re thrust into a ruthless martial arts epic—all because you dared to read both at once.

Instead of being reborn as a noble’s cherished daughter, you’re an abandoned infant left at the gates of the Mount Hua Sect.

“Master, this child will wield a sword before taking her first steps!”
“The plum blossom must flourish—it is our sect’s honor!”

Adults shouldn’t force their ambitions onto a baby or drag her into old rivalries.

“Those Wudang fools dare call themselves the greatest? We’ll show them!”

Even the Namgung heir, who once brought you home, now treats you coldly.

“Is this the famed Mount Hua technique? How disappointing.”

Just keep your comments to yourself.

Next time, fate, drop me into a simple romance—not this chaotic blend.

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Namgung Seheon suddenly seized my shoulders.

“Don’t spar with anyone else.”
“Have you lost your mind? That’s not possible.”
“I see…”

His voice grew quiet but firm.

“Then only smile like that for me.”

His intense, dark eyes held mine, leaving no room for refusal.

“Only when I win.”