Ascension Through Skills - Chapter 460: The Seventh Return, Earth (12)

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.

After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child.

But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!?

It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke.

“Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!”

Plum blossoms eventually fall.

But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again.

“But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!”

The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect.

Nan Gong Xi was a top national secret agent who found herself transmigrated as a female prison guard who inherited her mother’s business.

Her father was the warden, her younger brother was a junior officer, and her mother was a retired housewife. Her family had served as minor officials in the capital city for generations.

She had no special abilities, only memories from her past life. But exceptional people will shine through effort, no matter their background.

Watch as Nan Gong Xi, now called Gong Xiao Hua, grows from a junior guard into a female general of the kingdom.

Qin Chu Yuan came from a prestigious family line, blessed with talent and looks. Outwardly gentle, he was scheming on the inside.

The one correct calculation he made in life was marrying his one and only wife, Gong Xiao Hua. She fell right into his trap.

From then on, the married Qin Chu Yuan became a devoted, doting husband catering to his wife’s every need – to the point that onlookers grew tired of their affection.

Gu Shishi, a master of traditional Chinese painting, transmigrated into the role of a cannon fodder in a cliché novel.