Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 165

The scholar said calmly, "The fact that Yuecheng is a neutral territory is known to the world. There is no reason why a Demonic Cult member cannot come... I would appreciate it if you would not get so excited."

With that one sentence, he had admitted that they were Demonic Cult members.

Chaeng!

Fortress Lord Yong drew his sword. At that, the old man said, "Fortress Lord Yong, please calm down. Are you going to see blood in the middle of Yuecheng? We came to negotiate, not to see blood, so it would be better for you to sheathe your sword."

"Hmph! You have a lot of nerve. To think that only four of you came to threaten me."

As Fortress Lord Yong was shouting, the man who had been drinking alcohol next to the old man, hit the cup in front of him.

Pak―!

The cup flew three 'zhang' and got stuck in the doorframe of the inn.

"..."

Silence fell among the audience.

To think that a porcelain cup would get stuck in a solid wooden frame with its shape intact.

Fortress Lord Yong inwardly let out a groan. The internal energy of the youngest-looking person in the party was also not to be trifled with.

The scholar opened his mouth.

"Wouldn't it have been more inconvenient for Fortress Lord Yong if many people had come? My introduction was late. We are guests of the So family of the 'New Cult'."

At the scholar's words, Baekji looked at him intently.

If they were guests of the So family... could they have met before his reincarnation? Of course, he had no memory.

But the audience became noisy.

"Guests of the So family?"

"They are Demonic Cult members!"

Now, more than half of them had stood up and had their hands on their weapons. They were on the verge of drawing them at any moment.

The four guests of the So family were calm and composed, as if they were not in the middle of an enemy camp.

The scholar, as if to calm them down, raised his hand and pressed down, saying, "Calm down. Although we are indebted to the So family, it is a hasty thought to conclude that we are Demonic Cult members."

Although the scholar seemed to be trying to smooth over the situation, the man in his mid-thirties had a different idea. He looked to one side and then, like a thunderbolt, struck down with his saber.

"Keuk!"

One person's left arm was cut off, and he rolled backward. The man in his mid-thirties said in an indifferent tone, "The next brat who tries a trick will have his neck flown."

In the severed left arm was a throwing knife. It seemed he had been planning to use a hidden weapon.

The people next to the one who was rolling around in pain, while stopping the bleeding, dragged him back.

The complexions of the people who had finally seen blood turned pale. They had not clearly seen the process of the man drawing his saber and striking down. It was truly a 'fast saber' like a thunderbolt.

The man placed his saber on the table, sat down again, and picked up his cup.

"The 'Silent Saber'!"

As someone muttered, the people muttered loudly. There was a legend that had once spread not only in Xinjiang but also in Qinghai, the Western Regions, and Gansu.

―You hear the sound of the sword wind only after you meet the god of death!

The legendary god of death, whose saber technique was so fast that you could not even see it, and you would hear the sound of the sword wind only after your severed head had rolled on the ground!

To think that the swordsman who had shaken the desert was a man in his mid-thirties...

The fact that he, who had disappeared several years ago, had taken refuge in the Demonic Cult was also shocking.

"..."

The inn fell silent just with the fact that the 'Silent Saber' was in the old man's party.

Fortress Lord Yong's complexion also darkened.

The scholar waved his hand and said, "This, this... don't say it's too much. Originally, his neck would have flown, but the fact that it ended with one arm means that we want to negotiate."

"Hmph! You harm a person and then say let's negotiate!"

The person who seemed to be a colleague of the one whose arm had been cut off pointed a finger, but when the scholar glared at him, he hastily closed his mouth.

"Hehehe... it's been a long time since I've been out in the world, and there are not one or two brats who can't distinguish between heaven and earth."

The old man let out a hollow laugh, as if he were dumbfounded.

Fortress Lord Yong said with a grave complexion, "Reveal your identities!"

"Hehe... it's been a long time since I've forgotten my name, so I can't reveal it. Fortress Lord Yong! I would appreciate it if you would know that we have come with goodwill. If you just hand over the person, we will quietly withdraw. We have already sent a message..."

"Shut up!"

Fortress Lord Yong shouted. For some reason, his intention to stop the scholar's mouth was clear.

The old man sighed.

"Why are you making things difficult? Follow the principles of heaven."

"What? The principles of heaven! Can't you shut up?"

Fortress Lord Yong was enraged and drew his sword.

Chwa-a-a-ak!

A cold energy flowed from the sword. It was an outstanding treasured sword at a glance.

In that moment, the old man touched the cup with his finger and flicked it, and a drop of alcohol flew.

Fortress Lord Yong hastily raised his sword to block it.

Pa-a-a-ang.

When the drop of alcohol hit the blade of the sword, a sharp sound erupted.

Fortress Lord Yong, without realizing it, took a step back. His face turned red with the shame of having retreated, unable to withstand a single drop of alcohol.

"Fortress Lord!"

Although the guards quickly blocked the front of the fortress lord, the old man did not use his hands any further.

"It's a good sword."

As the old man nodded his head, someone muttered again, "A... a demonic person!"

"U-heot!"

The moment the old man's identity was revealed, the sound of people taking a sharp breath was heard from here and there. The one who had revealed the demonic person's identity was a person whose two eyes were popping out like a bell. He, who had unconsciously muttered the demonic person's title, covered his own mouth.

The demonic person's eyebrows twitched, and his finger flicked the cup again.

"There's a brat with a loose mouth!"

Pa-at!

A drop of alcohol flew towards the big-eyed person who had revealed the demonic person's identity.

At that moment.

Pa-ak!

A bundle flew and blocked the drop of alcohol that contained the demonic person's internal energy.

The young Taoist of the Kunlun Sect, who was next to the big-eyed person, had picked up the bundle in front of him and had thrown it.

"U-heok!"

The big-eyed person screamed, stepped back, and fell on his buttocks.

"Your hand is too heavy. To think you would try to kill with a single word."

The young Taoist said to the demonic person.

"Hehehe... the young Taoist is quite something. Is the lineage of Kunlun still remaining?"

"Since there is the 'Tao', how can Kunlun be cut off?"

The young Taoist answered clearly.

"This is a private matter of the So family. It is not a matter for Kunlun to step in."

"Saving a person's life is a matter that is in accordance with the 'Tao'."

"Heum. The young Taoist has heard the 'Tao' wrongly. Brats like that, even if they are alive, will only disrupt the world."

The demonic person's gaze turned towards the door of the inn.

A considerable number of the martial artists gathered at the Yuecheng Inn had not come of their own will. Yuecheng, which was on the border of the highlands and the desert, was a transportation hub, and the martial artists who were passing by for one reason or another had been stranded by the rumor that the Demonic Cult's 'Blood Wind Squad' was coming.

In a situation where it was not known when and where the 'Blood Wind Squad' would come, it was ambiguous to leave Yuecheng.

When the fortress lord said he was inviting a martial artist with a will to the Yuecheng Inn, they had come, half of their own will and half against it. It was an opportunity to eat and sleep for free at the best inn in Yuecheng.

They were actually half-convinced that the 'Blood Wind Squad' from the distant Heavenly Mountains would come. It would be good if they didn't come, and if they did... they could just slip away appropriately...

To think that there were demonic people in the inn. And on top of that, the 'Silent Saber' and a demonic person.

The martial artists stealthily looked around. A few were already hesitantly retreating, with the intention of leaving the inn.

At that moment, someone from a corner muttered, "It seems they're just going to eat and run... weren't they eating for free on the condition that they fight the 'Blood Wind Squad'? If they just run away, shouldn't we take their money? What do you think?"

When everyone looked at the place where the sound had come from, Baekji was talking to the waiter, who was trembling next to him.

"You see... I've been with a person who really hates free things for a while... so I've become very sensitive to dine-and-dashers. Go and get the money."

Baekji pushed the waiter's back.

U-dang-tang-tang―!

The waiter lost his balance and shot forward, and coincidentally, he was in front of the martial artists who had gone towards the door of the inn.

As people's gazes turned to the door, the martial artists could not bring themselves to take a step and stood awkwardly.

"It's better to pay and leave than to have your neck cut off, right?"

At Baekji's words, one person threw a silver coin to the waiter and went out. It was difficult to go first, but when one person went out, a few others, flocked out.

Although Fortress Lord Yong was flustered, he had no time to stop them. Pa Yeongwa, on his behalf, shouted, "What are you doing! To turn tail because you are afraid of the opponent! And you can still call yourselves martial artists!"

At the loud shout, those who were leaving hesitated, but a voice was heard from the corner again.

"Life is precious... why are you criticizing them for wanting to live? What would it feel like to live as a cripple with your arms and legs? If you don't have this hand, you can't even use chopsticks, right?"

Baekji muttered as if to incite them and then picked up a mouthful of meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Pa Yeongwa glared at Baekji and shouted, "Who are you? Are you also a Demonic Cult member? Seeing how you are inciting people, you must also be a follower of the Demonic Cult!"

The old man's party, the Kunlun Taoists, and the people of the Martial Alliance's 'Dragon and Phoenix Society' all looked at Baekji. There was no way they didn't know that Baekji was deliberately provoking people and sending them out.

Baekji, at Pa Yeongwa's shout, pointed with his chopsticks and said, "Hey, Great Hero Pa, did you say the 'Shaking Wind Twin Sabers'? The twin sabers that suppress the wind? When the 'Blood Wind Squad' appears, can you suppress them with your twin sabers?"

"Hmph! At least I won't run away!"

"Then do that. But what about the others? They're not masters like Great Hero Pa. When a big fish appears, the small fry have to run away. If they stay for no reason, they'll just become prey."

"You young brat..."

Pa Yeongwa, who had not realized it because he was excited, his face turned red when he belatedly realized that Baekji was speaking informally. He had ended up having a debate with a child in front of everyone, including Fortress Lord Yong.

But it was also ambiguous to draw his sword against Baekji. He looked to be only about fifteen.

"You, you, what on earth... are you doing here? What kind of place is this! Can't you get lost right away?"

"This place? You said anyone who would fight the 'Blood Wind Squad' could eat, drink, and sleep for free, right?"

Baekji stood up, burped, and then, hit the short sword hanging from his waist.

The refreshing blue scabbard had a gorgeous gold leaf pattern engraved on it, and it was a sword that the young masters of renowned families who liked to show off would carry for decoration.

The Demonic Advisor had advised Baekji to change to a sword, saying that his identity could be exposed as his bamboo staff was gradually becoming known.

―Since you have to learn the 'Heavenly Demon Divine Sword'... buy a proper sword on your way.

It was a sword he had prepared according to the Demonic Advisor's advice.

"I'm going to fight the 'Blood Wind Squad'. I have to pay for my meal."

"Hmph! You young brat, you don't know the ways of the world. Do you think fighting is a joke?"

When Baekji said he would fight the 'Blood Wind Squad', Pa Yeongwa snorted.

"That's strange. You shouted at them for running away, but you're ignoring the person who says he will fight... By any chance, are you anxious right now? So you're just lashing out at anyone?"

"What did you say? Th-this..."

Pa Yeongwa was so dumbfounded that he could not speak. This was the first time he had met a brat like this. He could not even try to reason with him.

"Great Hero Pa, it seems you don't know... you're supposed to negotiate first, and if it breaks down, then you fight. Fighting right away... is something that only ignorant brats do. The reason why these Demonic Cult members came is so that we don't see blood. Let's hear what they have to say."

Baekji gestured towards the guests of the So family and said, "The small fry are all gone. Talk. Why did the guests of the Demonic Cult's So family come all the way here?"

Not only the guests of the So family, but also the scholar was so dumbfounded that he had nothing to say.

He glared at Baekji and then said, "You're an interesting young brother."

(End of Chapter)