My Informative Cultivation Life - Chapter 100 - 87: Killing the Earth Demon, Ziyang Fruit Obtained

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.

An underprivileged prodigy, a cruel, ruthless world, and an epic story of battle and conquest. A young man with an exceptional inheritance leaves the small, rural city from which he hails on a journey to find the girl of his dreams. He defeats countless prodigies, sweeps through all forces that dare to stand in his way, and progresses step by step toward the pinnacle of all the worlds!
“I’m not targeting any gods in particular. All I’m trying to say is that all gods are trash in my eyes!”

- Description from Novelupdates

Once time travelling, the talented young master became the idiot of the Gu family who was cut open and her son was taken away by others. Five years later, she came back with a cute baby. – She did it! Expensive jewelry that is popular in Beijing——she designed it!

The top restaurants all over the mainland – she opened it!

Even the most mysterious island of no return is hers!

Miss Gu took her son to eat and drink spicy food, slapped his face and watched the show, so happy!

But one day, a certain man suddenly blocked her door: “Woman, how dare you steal my prince’s son!”

Ha! Want to snatch her son? “Close the door and let the dogs go!”

- Description from novelbuddy

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?