Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 152

Three people were sitting on the wall of the Yang-Bai Merchant Sect, a little distance away.

Scholar Bing said, "That is Honored One Yang's 'Human Tower Stacking Divine Art'. The one at the very bottom is in for a world of pain."

Scholar Bing, who had experienced it once, immediately recognized it and explained.

"My younger brother's martial arts are truly amazing. It's a realm that will never be seen again in this world."

Jin Tiansuo clicked his tongue.

On the wall a little distance away from the three, Tie Yantai stood with his arms crossed, watching.

'Hehe... as expected of the Young Lord.'

Menghua, who was next to him, said anxiously, "Aren't those people from the Zhuge family and the Peng family?"

"Ahem. In front of the Young... no, the Honored One, everyone is equal. Just because they are from a noble family doesn't mean they are an exception."

"Aren't all five great families going to flock here at this rate?"

"If so, this place will become the grave of the noble families."

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The Blood Demon, watching Baekji beat Zhuge Jiao and Peng Yitian, recalled the memory of that day.

'It hurt a lot.'

Even with a body that had achieved the 'Blood Demon God', it had hurt as if he would die, but those brats had to take it with their bare bodies... how much would it hurt? He even felt a tender emotion of shared suffering.

At the same time, he reconsidered meeting Baekji.

He might get hit again. No, there was a high possibility that he would definitely get hit.

'Ugh.'

The Blood Demon, who had been racking his brain for a moment, looked towards Songhwa Hall.

The thought of taking Yang Soryeong, Baekji's master whom he cherished terribly, as a hostage crossed his mind.

'No, if I do that... I might really die. Isn't there a weaker hostage?'

Mado's disciple, Chohye, came to mind, but he soon erased it. Mado and Baekji would rush at him at the same time.

'Hmm... if so, I'll have to catch a disciple.'

He concluded that the only hostage that would not make Baekji too furious was a disciple.

The Blood Demon's figure, disappeared.

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Zhuge Jiao, with his mute point pressed, could not even scream. It was the same for Peng Yitian.

He didn't know how he was hitting them, but their buttocks did not burst and only swelled up. So it hurt even more.

Later, even a slight brush sent a pain that scraped the skin with a dagger, digging into the very bones.

'A-heuk!'

Tears streamed down. In front of the flesh-cutting pain, there was no such thing as honor. There was only instinct.

He just wished for the pain to end.

"Stop!"

Zhang Ming, who could not watch any longer, stepped forward.

Although he was not on good terms with the five great families, it was not right to just watch the sight of renowned masters of the martial world getting their buttocks beaten.

Baekji's bamboo staff stopped.

"Yes? It's Taoist Master Zhang Ming. Chief Investigator Nangong has also come. What's going on?"

Zhang Ming frowned.

He had received a hint from his grand-uncle, Changseon Jin-in, that Baekji was a reincarnated absolute master. At the same time, he had been told never to turn him into an enemy.

"I don't know what's going on... but how about stopping? It seems they have already fainted..."

Zhang Ming was half-convinced and half-doubtful about Baekji's reincarnation, so he did not want to raise his voice.

Baekji, poked Zhuge Jiao's buttocks with his bamboo staff.

Zhuge Jiao twitched.

"No, he's pretending to be fainted."

Zhuge Jiao really wanted to faint.

"What on earth is this about?"

"Ah! That's right."

Baekji struck Zhuge Jiao's Adam's apple with his bamboo staff. At that, his blood point was released.

"Hey, do you think you know what the problem is now?"

"Ugh..."

Zhuge Jiao could not bring himself to say anything. As he staggered to his feet, it felt as if all the bones in his body would fall apart.

Zhuge Jiao glared at Baekji with eyes full of resentment and said, "Th-this humiliation..."

In his head, there was only the thought of calling the martial force that was on standby outside Joga-hyeon and wiping out the Yang-Bai Merchant Sect.

Without realizing it, he took out a signal flare from his bosom...

Baekji snatched it.

"Oho. A signal flare...? You've deployed a martial force, is that it? As expected of someone from a family with a backbone... you're still stiff even after being beaten so much. Let's talk after you've been beaten some more."

Zhuge Jiao looked at Baekji, dumbfounded. The martial force was close by... it seemed he would be beaten to death before they arrived.

"Ugh..."

A strange sound that was neither a groan nor a scream flowed from Zhuge Jiao's mouth.

Nangong Hao, who was watching, could not bear it any longer and stepped forward.

"Wait. Let's just stop for a moment and resolve this with a conversation."

"A conversation? But... I've seen that face somewhere."

Baekji looked at Nangong Hao and then at Nangong Zhao.

The two looked similar.

Nangong Zhao approached and called Nangong Hao.

"Brother, it's been a long time. What brings you all the way here?"

Nangong Hao, with a hardened face, looked at his younger brother, acknowledged him with a look, and then said to Baekji.

First, he had to calm Baekji down.

"I am Nangong Hao of the Nangong family. Are you the Honored One of the Yang-Bai Merchant Sect?"

"Yes. You're Chief Investigator Nangong's older brother. No wonder you look so much alike... are you in the same gang as this Zhuge something?"

"Hah... a gang..."

What kind of cheap street talk was this?

Nangong Hao, held it in and said, "I heard that the Alliance Leader has taken refuge at the Yang-Bai Merchant Sect. The Alliance is in chaos due to the sudden absence of the Alliance Leader. So we came to escort him to the Alliance, what's wrong with that?"

"Then you should have formally asked for his intentions with courtesy."

"So didn't we send an invitation first?"

Baekji shook his finger.

"That wasn't an invitation, it was a notification. A notification to prepare because you're taking the Alliance Leader!"

"..."

So you beat people up like this?

"I happened to become the disciple of the Alliance Leader, right? A disciple is taking care of his seriously injured master, and you all flock here and demand that I hand him over without any explanation... what do you think I would think?"

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"That's an insult to me. Does it make sense for an absolute master like me to be insulted by such underlings? Nangong... hmm. You must be the young master of the Nangong family... if a third-rate martial artist came and insulted you to your face, could you endure it, Young Master Nangong?"

"..."

Although Nangong Hao could not answer, he could not agree.

In terms of power, the Yang-Bai Merchant Sect was nothing compared to the five great families, and three of them had come. Moreover, they were the leaders of the noble families.

In terms of the power of the sects or their fame in the martial world, they had not done anything greatly wrong.

At least, that's what Nangong Hao thought. Because he had always reigned as the young master of a noble family.

"That Shaolin monk or the Wudang Taoist over there at least sent an invitation saying they would visit with courtesy. Elder Qiu Ganyang very politely sounded out his intentions, saying let's discuss it... but what are the noble families, talking about taking someone or not? In the past..."

They would all be dead. He didn't bother to say the words.

Since he was a reincarnated person, he was the disciple of the Alliance Leader.

But a protest came from an unexpected place.

"Ahem, ahem! Young benefactor. Aren't your words a bit excessive? A monk... are you insulting Shaolin?"

Wu Tian stepped forward. Wu Tian, who was full of pride for Shaolin, could not bear to see Shaolin being insulted, even if he were to die.

Since Baekji had openly called him a Shaolin monk, he could not help but step forward.

"Ah... this. I must have gotten a little excited. A monk... I'm sorry."

Although Baekji immediately apologized, Wu Tian's expression did not relax.

But he also could not continue to argue in the face of an apology.

Wu Tian, who was implicitly overwhelmed by Baekji's authority, stealthily backed away, thinking that he might suffer a terrible fate.

"I'll also apologize to the Taoists of the Wudang Sect. A long-nosed Taoist... what an old-fashioned word. This is really... I'm a bit old..."

I'm old..., he was about to say, but he quickly changed it.

"I'm young, so I make mistakes like this."

Yunhe was also about to step forward, but he hesitated because Baekji had apologized first.

Although it was an apology that did not feel sincere, it was also ambiguous to argue.

"Well. Everyone, go inside. It's not mealtime yet, right? You have to eat. The chef here is a master of cooking who practices the way of all people. The taste will be quite good. I have to spend a little more time with these rude people, so let's see each other later."

At that, the waiter, Zhang San, came out to the door and shouted, "Everyone, please come in. The precious food is getting cold!"

Wu Tian and Yunhe exchanged glances. The people from the noble families, with whom they were at odds, were in trouble, but no one had died. So there was no reason to interfere.

Rather, he was pleased that Zhuge Jiao had been given a good beating.

Wu Tian made a half-bow.

"Ahem. Namo Amitabha. Benefactor, please show mercy in your hands."

"Immeasurable Longevity Buddha... excellent, excellent..."

The two muttered meaningless names of Buddha and Tao and went inside.

Baekji said to Zhang Ming, "You have to eat, right? Please go in."

Zhang Ming, feeling reluctant, turned his body.

"That's enough. I'll be on my way."

Zhang Ming had come out to mediate, concerned that there might be a clash between Baekji and the great sects.

Although his intentions were different from Shaolin and Wudang, he also did not want a dispute between Baekji and the great sects.

Fortunately, since Baekji did not seem to have any intention of being at odds with Shaolin or Wudang, he immediately turned back.

Baekji gestured to the Four Shrines Heaven Lord, Jin Tiansuo, and the Demonic Cult's Eastern Divine General, Tie Yantai, who were watching from a distance, to go inside.

"Everyone, please go. It's all over."

As the people scattered, only Zhuge Jiao, Peng Yitian, Nangong Hao, Nangong Zhao, and Tang Yunseol were left.

Baekji pointed at Zhuge Jiao and Peng Yitian and said to Zhang San, "Let's take those two to a room."

Zhang San supported Zhuge Jiao and Peng Yitian with both arms and took them to an empty room in the 'Yang-Bai Guesthouse'.

As Nangong Hao hesitated and was about to follow, Baekji blocked him with his bamboo staff.

"Go and meet your younger brother. You should have a brotherly reunion after a long time, right?"

Nangong Zhao grabbed Nangong Hao.

"It will be fine. More than that, why did you, brother..."

He was about to ask why he had come with the Zhuge family and the Peng family, but he stopped. It was obvious that the three families had allied to aim for the position of Alliance Leader.

"Let's talk later. By the way, this is Miss Tang Yunseol of the Tang family."

Nangong Zhao introduced Tang Yunseol. Nangong Hao was about to greet her, but he flinched and looked at Tang Yunseol with a dazed expression.

When Tang Yunseol frowned slightly and cleared her throat, Nangong Hao, who had finally realized his own state, quickly cupped his fists.

"I have been rude. You look so much like someone I know... I almost made a mistake."

And Nangong Hao looked at his younger brother.

"Is there a quiet place? I have a lot to say."

Nangong Zhao pretended not to know and turned his body to enter the Yang-Bai Merchant Sect.

As Tang Yunseol followed behind, Nangong Hao looked at the place where Zhuge Jiao and Peng Yitian had been dragged for a moment and then moved his steps.

'Surely he won't kill them, right?'

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It was a rather spacious room.

Since the 'Yang-Bai Guesthouse' was built to invite renowned masters of the martial world, the room was spacious, and the decorations were also not ordinary.

Baekji faced Zhuge Jiao and Peng Yitian with a tea table between them.

Although their buttocks were swollen, the two endured the pain for the sake of their honor and sat on the chairs.

"You must know what the problem is, right? If you apologize, I'll accept it."

Zhuge Jiao,l ground his teeth and then said, "Do you think you'll be safe after this? You have turned the five great families into your enemies today!"

"Cut the useless talk... what is your purpose in trying to take the Alliance Leader?"

"..."

Zhuge Jiao closed his eyes and turned his head.

It was a sign that he would not speak any more.

Instead, Peng Yitian glared and said, gritting his teeth, "It has been a long time since the Martial Alliance has been able to function properly due to the tyranny of the nine sects. Although he is an incompetent Alliance Leader, the reason we are trying to escort him with courtesy is because we are concerned that the nine sects might use the problem of the Alliance Leader's appointment procedure to dissolve the Alliance!"

"Oho. Are you saying that what the nine sects want is the dissolution of the Martial Alliance?"

"You're the disciple of the Alliance Leader, and you're saying you don't know the intentions of the nine sects?"

"How would I know that? Of course, I don't."

Zhuge Jiao raised his head and said, his eyes flashing with a venomous light, "Are you really saying you don't know?"

"Yes."

Zhuge Jiao sighed.

"You foolish brat! Are you saying you don't know that you are acting as a puppet of the nine sects... no, of Shaolin and Wudang?"

"A puppet? What does that mean? Do you think I'm a pushover? To make me do such a thing?"

(End of Chapter)