Return of the Sword Saint

by Anonymous

Summary:

Red.
The entire world was dyed red and all the Sword saint of mount hua could hear was ringing in his ears. The body of his dead comrades weighes heavy on his heart but he refuses to shed a tear until the head of that demon is seperated from his damn body.

Cheong Myeong and Tang bo are both reincarnated into the future after the war with a hundred year time skip.

But It seems that Cheong Myeong is hiding something from everyone. (Everyone except Tang bo ofc).

 

Or

 

Cheong Myeong gets a Vampire dad and his (dead) best friend back. Because the novel has a lot of angst.

Chapter 1: Death of a human. Birth of a Monster

 

                     Chapter-1

Death of a human. Birth of a Monster

 

 

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Cheong Myeong refused to cry. 

The strongest Swordsman of the era, The Plum Blossom Sword Saint, refused to cry. 

His eyes were reddened and his throat burned. 

Everyone was dead. 

His Vision was blurred.

The world spun around him as he stood up and pulled out the sword impaled in him. 

Cheong Myeong bit hard on his lower lip drawng out blood so that he wouldn't faint.

The world was red.

"How unfortunate." His neutral voice devoid of any emotion rang out on the silent battlefield filled with corpses of warriors who fought until their last breath to defeat this man. 

 

Choeng Myeong looked at the talking man and felt nothing but hatred. 

 

Pure RAGE. 

 

Dead.Dead.Everyone is dead. Why is he still alive? Why?Why? He needs to move-! He NEEDS TO KILL THIS THING. 

"If only you were able to get out of here alive." That damned demon opened his foul mouth to speak to him. 

 

Rage. Thousands of people are dead. His Sahyung, Jangmun...His Sajil....

 

All Dead. 

 

Cheong Myeong's Shoulder's shook with rage.

 

"You have every right to be proud of yourself." 

Cheong Myeong's Ear rang and breathing was difficult. But he didn't care. 

"Just Shut up already." Cheong Myeong's voice didn't shake unlike his beating heart. 

The adreline in his body was starting to wear down but the furrious strom in his soul presisted. 

His entire soul screamed a single thing. 

 

Kill. KILL.KILL.

 

"I acknowledge Mount Hua's Sword as the greatest in the world."

 

"I SAID SHUT UP!" 

 

A furrious snow strom colder than any natural disaster unleashed, cold hatered so powerful it could freeze lakes, voice lasced with venom!

Anger is one of the most powerful emotions human beings posses. 

Cheong Myeong leaped.

Swinging his sword, he cut the Demon's head of his body.

"Remember Mount Hua disciple." 

 

"This is not the end."

 

 

"Demon's will always return"

 

 

"And when that happens ...the world will be overtaken by them."

 

Silence rang on the battlefield, with a loud thud the demon's head fell on the mountain of corpses. 

Cheong Myeong closed his eyes, staring at the sky and panting. 

It was over? Was it all over?

 

That damn Demon-

 

'Demons will always return.' 

 

Dead.Dead.Everyone is dead. Tang Bo, Sahyung,Cheong Jin, everyone.Dead. 

 

What will happen to Mount hua now?

 

"I-I'm sorry Sahyung...." Choeng Myeong cried. 

 

The 13th-generation disciple of the great moutn hua sect closed his eyes for one last time. 

 

The World was still dyed a glaring, ugly RED.