Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 124

The Blood Sect is a public enemy to all martial artists, including the Righteous, Demonic, and Heretical paths.

They have no place to stand.

The Blood Cult Leader dreams of eternal life.

But now that he has obtained the Great Art of Borrowing Souls, which has almost no side effects...

He intends to abandon the Blood Sect.

He will commit some terrible act to make the Blood Sect and the martial world fight each other...

And thus, after erasing the name of the Blood Sect...

He will enjoy eternal life by freely sucking out souls?

Perhaps he will even create a new cult that follows him.

"..."

Baekji recalled the Blood Cult Leader's ritual that he had seen in the night sky of the Martial Alliance.

The natural realm is a state of understanding the principles of nature. Therefore, one can operate those principles according to one's own will.

To move the principles of nature according to one's own will?

This is defying heaven.

'That brat... he has achieved the power to defy heaven...'

The Alliance Leader was also in the natural realm, but only to the extent of breaking the power to defy heaven.

'I...'

I am just now beginning to understand the principles of nature. To operate them properly, I will need another lifetime.

So... that's why I reincarnated. I needed time.

But... the Blood Cult Leader is already so far ahead...

As Baekji was lost in thought, everyone waited silently for his orders.

Silence flowed.

The Demonic Advisor's expression was overflowing with pride.

He had finally demonstrated his true worth in front of the Young Lord.

Finally, Baekji opened his mouth.

"Demonic Advisor, you have done well."

The Demonic Advisor bowed with a moved face.

"It is all thanks to the wise Young Lord."

"...Is flattery a basic quality of a Demonic Cult member?"

"Yes."

A very shameless answer.

"We call it praise."

"Hah..."

Baekji let out a sigh.

The Demonic Advisor said, "I will prepare for the Young Lord's return. Please leave it to me. The return of a master who has undergone rejuvenation for the first time in the history of our cult... all the cult members will be moved beyond words."

"Be quiet."

Baekji cut off the Demonic Advisor's words.

And he looked around at everyone and said, "You are the only ones who know the fact that I have reincarnated. Right? Ah, Jian Yi is suspicious."

"Yes. That is correct."

"I would prefer it if no one knew the fact that I have reincarnated."

At Baekji's words, the faces of the Demonic Advisor and the Hongmeng Twin Fairies turned white. Tie Yantai, 'eum', let out a groan, then lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Why is everyone so serious?

Was the Young Lord such an important existence?

"What should I do?"

Hongyan sat down.

Tie Yantai lifted his head and said with a determined gaze, "I will follow your orders."

Then he approached Menghua.

"I'm sorry. I will kill you painlessly with my own hands."

Heok!

"Wait! What are you doing?"

Tie Yantai said without looking back, "If the Young Lord wishes to hide the fact of his reincarnation, killing everyone to silence them is the correct answer. We will gladly follow your orders and commit suicide."

Crazy Tie Tou...

No, it's not just Tie Tou who is crazy.

The Demonic Advisor and the Hongmeng Twin Fairies were also silent, as if they had resigned themselves.

The Demonic Cult... is indeed the Demonic Cult...

"You crazy brats!"

Baekji shouted.

"Who told you to die? I meant to keep your mouths shut."

Only then did color return to the Demonic Advisor's face.

"Then are you sparing our lives?"

"I have to make use of you, so why would I kill you?"

"Thank you. I will serve you with loyalty, risking my life―"

Baekji waved his hand.

"That's enough... so, if the Young Lord remains missing, that's also a problem. Won't they keep looking for me?"

"Hmm... what do you mean? Ah! Are you perhaps thinking of faking your death?"

The Demonic Advisor, in the middle of speaking, shook his head.

"That would be a problem. If it becomes known that the Young Lord has passed away, a new Young Lord must be selected."

"That's right! That's what I'm saying! Say I'm dead and pick a successor."

"..."

"At my age... ah... anyway, looking at it, I've been the Young Lord for about fifty years... isn't that enough?"

"You will soon become the Cult Leader. The Cult Leader's lifespan is..."

The Demonic Advisor, in the middle of speaking, closed his mouth.

He had almost committed the sacrilege of presuming the Cult Leader's lifespan in front of the Young Lord.

The life of a Demonic Cult member is truly precarious.

"I will speak to the Cult Leader separately when I have the chance..."

Of course, he had no intention of visiting in person.

He might be beaten to death for stealing and eating the miraculous elixir...

Still, he's my father... I should at least tell him.

What should I do?

Later matters are for later... after deciding to think about it.

"Pick a new, young, and vigorous brat as the Young Lord. That would suit the title of Young Lord."

"Hmm..."

"Or do you all want to die here? That's not a bad option either..."

"We will do so."

The Demonic Advisor, as well as Tie Yantai and the Hongmeng Twin Fairies, answered in unison.

There was no reason to throw away the chance to live.

"How should we fake the death?"

"Find a suitable corpse and bring it. You said I smashed the Divine Palace, right? Let's say he died from cultivation deviation."

"I understand. Please leave it to me."

Once a decision was made, things proceeded smoothly.

Tie Yantai said, "Then it may be difficult for me to officially serve you, Young Lord."

"You don't have to serve me. Go back to the cult now. You've done a lot of firewood, right? There's enough to last for several years."

"I cannot do that."

The Demonic Advisor interjected.

"I will take care of that as well. A Blood Demon has appeared, right? Since you, Young Lord, are known to the world as the Alliance Leader's disciple... let's promote a joint operation between the cult and the Alliance to deal with the Blood Sect. Then the Eastern Divine General will have a justification to stay by your side, Young Lord."

"Hmm. Will the Martial Alliance agree to a joint operation with the cult? I have nothing to do with the Martial Alliance. Besides, those brats are rotten to the core and are of no help."

The Demonic Advisor was troubled.

Baekji, after thinking deeply, said, "The other day, the Four Shrines Heaven came and asked to cooperate with me. How about we cooperate with those brats? It turns out I was a bosom friend of the Four Shrines Heaven Lord. Enough to drink all night. So I, the Four Shrines Heaven, and the Demonic Cult will cooperate."

"As expected... I am in awe of the wise Young Lord's resourcefulness..."

"...Even flattery gets old when you hear it often. Isn't there any flattery that isn't obvious?"

"I will think about it."

Hongyan said, "...Will the Four Shrines Heaven brats be useful? The followers of the evil and heretical path cannot be trusted."

"Hongyan... in the Central Plains... if we're talking about followers of the evil and heretical path, both you and I are included. Don't discriminate. If that brat is not a proper one, we can just kill him. And then I'll become the Four Shrines Heaven Lord. That's how the Black Path changes its leader."

"Oh... as expected of the wise..."

Thwack!

Unable to bear it any longer, Baekji's bamboo staff exploded on the Demonic Advisor's head.

"Don't praise me anymore. Don't forget! The Young Lord is dead...!"

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Words, which have no form or trace, are frightening, and memory is even more frightening.

When the Demonic Advisor and Tie Yantai called him Young Lord, the identity of Young Lord was immediately formed.

Even if he faked his death... he was Soya-hu.

Once it had dug into his mind, that was the end of it.

Baekji looked at the bronze mirror.

It was the youthful face of a teenager. It was the same as when he had met Yang Soryeong.

'Master is a full-fledged maiden...'

As she passed seventeen, Yang Soryeong's chest developed and her curves formed. But Baekji remained the same.

He seemed to have grown a little taller...

Baekji stood on his toes in front of the bronze mirror. Even so, it was minimal.

He knew why.

After reaching the natural realm, his aging had become minimal.

A state of having physically mastered the principles of nature. Therefore, a being who could conversely operate the principles of nature according to his own will, defying heaven... his aging had naturally slowed down.

'What if I'm still like this when Master gets old?'

Surely it's not immortality.

Thinking of immortality, the Blood Cult Leader who dreamed of eternal life came to mind.

When that brat had disguised himself as Hyuk-ryeonjong and infiltrated... at that time, there was no such thing as the Blood Sect.

Then one day, the brat who had disturbed the martial world under the name of the Blood Sect... what on earth was he thinking?

To deal with that brat, I need to properly master the natural realm...

There is no one around who has entered the natural realm, so I have to go on my own.

"Sigh... how should I live from now on..."

If he abandoned his identity as the Young Lord, the Honored One of the Yang-Bai Merchant Sect remained.

A sigh naturally came out at the thought of having to live as a child after being over seventy.

If only I didn't know my age...

This is why words are frightening, and memory is frightening...

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Baekji stayed cooped up in his residence for several days and did not come out.

Senior Oh came to visit.

"Aaat, Master! Are you injured? There's blood on your forehead..."

"It's not blood. It's a tattoo."

To Senior Oh, the blood-red lightning shape looked cool.

"Tattoos are for the Black Path..."

"Be quiet. Why did you come?"

"Grandmaster is looking for you. She says she hasn't seen you at all... you've even stopped eating your favorite food. Is something wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. What about you, is something wrong? Why do you look like that? Did you see a ghost or something?"

'Ugh... did you see? What's with the old man's tone?'

"...Did you see?"

He quickly corrected the end of his sentence.

Senior Oh was startled.

"As expected, Master, you are a ghost. How did you know..."

Then he lowered his voice and whispered, "I think I saw a monster."

"A monster?"

"It's Elder Mado... she's a monster."

"Really? She was a monster? How did you know?"

Senior Oh, after learning that the beautiful woman who was with Baekji was the second-ranked of the top ten masters, Mado, had approached her whenever he had the chance.

He wanted to build a friendship with an absolute master somehow.

"But a few days ago, on the full moon... I was watching the moon, and suddenly something, passed by. So I secretly followed, wondering if an enemy had hidden."

"So?"

"Elder Mado went into the forest on the back mountain. I followed her."

"Oho..."

Senior Oh's voice got even lower.

"Should we just use telepathy?"

"Ah, right. I keep forgetting about telepathy. Hathathat."

―Elder Mado was standing, looking at the moon. She had her arms spread towards the moon, and something like white smoke was coming out of her mouth.

"Wasn't it cold, so it was her breath?"

―I'm not unable to distinguish that much. It was... a very cold energy. And what's more surprising is that Elder Mado's hair... turned white.

"It turned white?"

―Yes. Then she looked at me... and her two eyes were white.

Senior Oh trembled as if he had goosebumps.

"Eum. Mado would be pretty with white hair."

―She was pretty. A celestial beauty, should I say... but you have to be careful. You know, right? The legend of the white-haired witch...

"The legend of the white-haired witch?"

―A thousand-year-old serpent, unable to become a dragon, transformed into a woman...

Thwack―!

"Don't talk nonsense."

―It's true. I saw it with my own two eyes.

"It must be a unique martial art. To be alive even after seeing someone else's martial arts training... Mado must be very kind. If it were someone else, you would have died on the spot."

―That's why I'm keeping my mouth shut. But I'm dying because I can't tell anyone about this.

"You just told me."

―I feel relieved now that I've told you.

Senior Oh said with a truly relieved expression.

"Grandmaster said you must come to dinner. She said she wanted to see you for a moment before that."

"Alright."

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When Baekji entered the living room of Songhwa Hall, Yang Soryeong was surprised to see him.

"Oh? What's that scar on your forehead? Are you hurt?"

Her large eyes were full of worry.

Aigoo, my cute master.

The feeling of looking at a granddaughter... aat, I shouldn't be like this.

―You live by the gaze of others.

He repeated Hongyan's advice.

That he had to live according to the age that others saw him as.

"Yes. It's nothing. I got a tattoo."

"A tattoo... it looks like a scar."

"It's something like that."

"Is something wrong these days? They said you were cooped up in your room."

"Ah... I'm thinking of a new martial art. I've faced a Blood Demon, you know. That brat's body is very hard. I would believe it if you said it was an indestructible diamond body. I need a martial art that can shatter it in one blow."

"Are you going to fight again?"

"The Blood Sect is a cancer in the world. It must be uprooted..."

"Hmm..."

Yang Soryeong, after thinking, said, "What should we do about Chief Steward Seomun? They say he's completely crazy... are you going to keep him locked up in prison for the rest of his life?"

"Huh? Chief Steward Seomun?"

That's right! That brat was still in prison!

Seomun So, who was caught secretly practicing the 'Blood Demon Sword Sea' when he was made a forest keeper.

He's half-crazy... but anyway, that brat also learned the martial arts of the Blood Sect.

'I should study him.'

(End of Chapter)