Fang Yunhua

"Junior brother! Junior brother!"

An anxious voice rang in his ears.

Fang Yunhua jolted awake. The first thing he saw was a pair of bright, wide eyes. When their owner noticed that he had awakened, most of the panic in her gaze faded, and the corners of her eyes curved slightly like crescent moons.

Her smiling eyes were enchanting.

Yet that look only made Fang Yunhua feel even dizzier.

Even in that state, he did not forget to respond instinctively.

"Senior sister, I'm fine. Just let me rest for a while."

"All right, I'll take you back to your room."

Her seemingly delicate frame carried his towering, eight-foot body without any apparent effort. Fang Yunhua had no attention to spare for her; he only felt something soft supporting him as they moved.

But the shock of his previous life's memories had churned everything before his eyes into a muddle of paste, leaving him even less inclination to savor the sensation.

When he gradually came to his senses, he found himself back in his quarters, his senior sister's concerned reminders still sounding in his ears.

After steadying his mind again, he raised his head, only to see his senior sister's retreating back as she quietly left.

"Senior sister... Senior Sister Hua... Hua Zhenzhen??!!"

With the merging of his memories from two lifetimes, this already deeply familiar name had clearly taken on another extraordinary significance.

Once Fang Yunhua sorted out his tangled thoughts, he also gained a comprehensive understanding of his current circumstances.

I.

Fang Yunhua.

A disciple of Mount Hua.

Not Old Yue's Mount Hua from Jin Yong's stories, the one he screwed over until only a handful of cats, big and small, remained.

This was Mount Hua standing tall in Gu Long's martial world. It apparently didn't have all that many disciples either, but every one of them was talented!

Having been an orphan adopted by an elder of the sect as a child, his roots were unquestionably sound. Add to that his fairly good aptitude and comprehension, and he had been accepted into the sect.

His master was naturally Master Kumei, the leader of Mount Hua who would later apparently lose her head over a pretty boy.

He also had a famous senior sister: Gao Yanan, nicknamed the Clear Wind Swordswoman, a fiery, headlong woman with a particular love for a certain drunkard.

As a core disciple, he had likewise learned Mount Hua's signature supreme art, the Thirteen Forms of the Clear Wind. To some extent, this martial art ranked among the finest swordplay in Gu Long's martial world.

The internal cultivation method he practiced was also the Embrace the Origin Skill, available only to core disciples.

His setup was maxed out from the start.

Originally, as a disciple who would devote everything to the growth of Mount Hua, he should have simply lived out his days one at a time. The crux of the matter, however, was that during today's sparring session with Hua Zhenzhen, the strength he displayed might have exceeded the expectations of this senior sister with whom he was on fairly good terms.

As a result, their fight had grown too intense, and he had taken a vicious blow to the forehead.

That blow had knocked the memories of his previous life awake.

"What is this supposed to be... transmigration and rebirth? And why am I called Fang Yunhua?!"

An elder of the sect had given him the name. After all, having the character for "Hua" in it made him seem more like a Mount Hua disciple.

But with his previous life's memories, he could not help finding it strange. His name was clearly identical to that of a certain traitor with a glorious record, the Immortal Yunhua also known as the God of the Ruined Temple.

Moreover, this name had an innate, profound, and inseparable affinity with the Sunflower Manual and Evil-Warding Swordplay.

Considering that he now practiced swordplay too, Fang Yunhua felt as though the unseen will of the universe was watching him with popcorn in hand.

(The protagonist's name comes from Fang Yunhua, a character in Legend of Wulin Heroes and Tale of Wuxia. As Wudang's senior disciple, he appears cultured and courteous, but is actually a petty man jealous of the worthy and talented, as well as a lecher utterly incapable of resisting beautiful women.

His glorious exploits include betraying his entire sect, attempted rape, plotting against his junior brother, being forcibly screwed in a ruined temple, cutting off his own dick in a rage, and obsessively practicing Evil-Warding Swordplay.

After cultivating Evil-Warding Swordplay plus the Sunflower Manual, Fang Yunhua's combat build outright surpasses the original protagonist's, letting him slaughter all comers, hence his title of Immortal Yunhua.)

Of course, none of that was particularly important right now.

The greatest immediate problem was the enormous pitfall waiting for Mount Hua.

Judging by the timeline, the story of The Legend of the Bat had not begun yet, but it was already close. After all, from conversations among the sect's disciples, Fang Yunhua had learned that the Chief of Fragrance had long since made his debut.

Just recently, he had stolen the White Jade Beauty from Jin Ban Hua.

Next, he would probably get swept into a storyline of mind games with a good brother, a good brother, a good brother, and a good brother's birth mother.

Once that family's business was more or less settled, he would return to deal with the ensuing disturbances, get dragged into the organization that Red One Point in the Central Plains belonged to, and clash with one of the era's greatest masters, Demoness of the Emerald Sea. After that, it would be about time for him to come bid Mount Hua's leader her final farewell.

"What was Master thinking?! Did that pretty boy drive her out of her mind?! Or was the scheme on Bat Island meant to lure out Senior Sister, so she could preserve her absolute supremacy as sect leader?"

Fang Yunhua felt a headache coming on.

Really, there was no need for him to rack his brains trying to make excuses for her. Merely exposing the Thirteen Forms of the Clear Wind had already inflicted grave damage on the interests of all Mount Hua.

"If there were some way to deal with that pretty boy first..."

Fang Yunhua immediately cut off that thought himself. The man's public identity alone made him difficult to touch. Besides, although Yuan Suiyun's martial arts did not rank among the top three in The Legend of Chu Liuxiang, he was still one of the finest of the younger generation.

As for his own current strength...

Being able to force the deeply reserved Hua Zhenzhen into landing such a vicious blow meant he must have surpassed that lousy senior sister who thought of nothing but her drunkard, Gao Yanan. Yet even Hua Zhenzhen, reputed to have the potential to become the strongest in the series-

Lacking experience in life-and-death combat, she would still be suppressed by Yuan Suiyun, who had mastered thirty-three supreme arts.

By that reckoning, he himself could probably hold out against Yuan Suiyun for... thirty moves?

Just as Fang Yunhua sank into thought-

Another knock sounded at the door.

The visitor was a junior brother delivering a message. He told Fang Yunhua to head to the main hall, saying that the sect leader had something to tell him.

That sent Fang Yunhua's heart sinking to the bottom.

Before awakening his previous life's memories, he had genuinely respected his master. Although she was strict in everyday life, the care she gave him was beyond reproach. Even if he was not as close to her as Gao Yanan, her senior disciple, he had received everything he was due.

But how could such a stern master... how could she... how could she insist on lusting after that pretty boy Yuan Suiyun?!

Come to think of it, my face seems pretty fair too~

Before leaving, Fang Yunhua went to look in the mirror. What a graceful, handsome youth, one who could give his esteemed readers a run for their money. Love it, love it~

He then straightened his clothes and headed directly toward the main hall.

The junior brother who had delivered the message followed behind, rather puzzled. From Fang Yunhua's retreating figure, he sensed a tragic resolve: the wind whistled mournfully, the Yi River ran cold; a brave man departed, never to return.