30 Years after Reincarnation, it turns out to be a Romance Fantasy Novel

In the old wuxia novels he used to read, there was a recurring trope that went something like this:

[“How dare you use sorcery! I will slay you to avenge my disciple’s unjust death!”]
[“No, this isn’t sorcery. It’s our sect’s secret martial art… Also, your ‘disciple’ was a criminal who engaged in human trafficking and murder.”]
[“Silence!”]
[… …]
[“Are you mocking me?!”]
[“What the hell do you want me to say…?”]

This kind of twisted logic, where someone picks a fight over delusions or blatant hypocrisy, was common.

It was a hit-or-miss trope for Ihan—he didn’t particularly like it, but it was so overused that seasoned wuxia readers would just shrug and accept it.

After all, compared to this kind of nonsense—

[“I am a noble heir of the Nine Great Sects and the Five Noble Houses. Even though I tried to kill you, you must forgive me and serve as a loyal hound of justice, fighting the Demon Cult and whatever other threats come our way.”]

—this was relatively tame.

"Wuxia stories really are full of morally bankrupt bastards, huh?"

Ihan had long since been conditioned to nod along, accepting the absurdity.

But now…

‘…Experiencing it firsthand is even worse.’

Ihan’s face twisted in irritation as he stared at the man who had wrongly assumed his identity and picked a fight over it.

Who the hell did this guy think he was, standing in his way, judging him?

It wasn’t just that he had blocked Ihan from finishing the monster off—it was the sheer arrogance of assuming things and acting hostile over his own damn delusions.

Seeing this made him think—

All those wuxia protagonists who endured this kind of bullshit and still called those idiots their "brothers" or "seniors" were either saints or masochists.

CRACK.

‘I, for one, am definitely not a saint.’

Ihan drew his axe instead of his sword, his gaze cold and sharp.

The guy could believe whatever he wanted.

But Ihan had no reason to tolerate it.@@novelbin@@

Just as he was about to unleash his killing intent—

CLANK.

“?”

The man suddenly placed his sword on the ground.

“Hmph! Come at me, monster! I shall face you with my bare hands!”

“…Why?”