Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 36

When only the two of them were left, Baekji said to Yang Soryeong, "Change the general manager. General Manager Ximen cannot be trusted."

Although Yang Soryeong had the same thought, there was no suitable person.

"Have Ajok do it."

"Ajok?"

When Yang Soryeong thought about it, among the disciples, Ajok was the quickest and fastest at calculations.

"What should we do about General Manager Ximen? Will he step down just because we tell him to?"

"Kill him. A brat who has betrayed once will betray again."

Yang Soryeong's heart sank.

"Please stop talking about killing. I'll take care of it."

"Leaving a traitor alone is not being kind. It's being stupid."

"He didn't betray me."

"He's probably already betraying you. He's a brat who is constantly scheming behind your back. Behead him at the Sect Master's inauguration banquet and make an example of him."

"No. And I won't kill Sect Master Bai and Brigade Leader Yu either."

"Those two brats must be killed."

"I said no."

"You have to!"

As the two bickered, True Man Changshan and Shang Yiqing entered.

"Hehehe. The Young Sect Master's medicine is complete. Let's go and feed it to him. You have to see your partner wake up."

"You've finally... completed it."

Yang Soryeong answered, stammering.

"Shall I show you?"

When True Man Changshan took out a small wooden box from his sleeve and opened it, a refreshing scent wafted out.

Whoosh-.

As Baekji reached out his hand, True Man Changshan quickly closed the wooden box.

Even so, Baekji grabbed the wooden box.

The two of them were in a situation where they were pulling on the wooden box.

"I'm just going to look. Give it to me."

Baekji's and True Man Changshan's gazes met. It was as if sparks were flying in the empty space where their gazes collided.

"Hehehe... this is not your medicine."

"The Young Sect Master doesn't need medicine. He doesn't have to wake up."

"I promised Bai Renguang that I would make the medicine. A promise must be kept."

As the two confronted each other, a heavy energy covered the surroundings.

"Baekji. The True Man is right. A promise must be kept."

When Yang Soryeong stopped him, Baekji took a step back.

True Man Changshan looked at Baekji intently.

'What on earth is this brat's identity?'

True Man Changshan had been observing Baekji ever since he had sensed his immense internal energy when he had first taken his pulse.

Although the internal energy had disappeared immediately, it was an internal energy of an unfathomable level.

He couldn't even tell the nature of the internal energy. True Man Changshan had prided himself on knowing more about internal energy techniques than anyone else. But even he could not find the origin of Baekji's internal energy.

True Man Changshan had deliberately come to find Baekji after hearing about his rampage at the White Hall Great Light from Shang Yiqing.

How many people could throw strong energy like a ball? It was an impossible feat for someone of Baekji's age.

'This brat must have obtained a legendary fortuitous encounter.'

Just now, he had lightly countered his own internal energy that he had accumulated for ninety years. He had guessed that it might be a fortuitous encounter like a dragon's core or a thousand-year-old stalactite, but after directly confronting him, he was certain.

'He suffered from cultivation insanity because he couldn't properly manage the fortuitous encounter he had obtained. That's why he lost his memory.'

Although True Man Changshan had studied countless medicinal herbs over the years, he had not yet encountered legendary spiritual medicines like a dragon's core or a thousand-year-old stalactite.

His old, worn-out heart pounded at the opportunity to indirectly confirm the efficacy of a spiritual medicine.

Looking at Baekji's eyes, they were different from the Baekji who was suffering from amnesia. A somehow ominous light lingered in them.

'If he has regained his memory, he will know what kind of medicine it is.'

Baekji felt displeased when True Man Changshan looked at him with his round, sparkling eyes.

True Man Changshan reached out his hand and was about to place it on Baekji's head.

Baekji raised his arm and struck it away.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Has your memory returned?"

"What memory?"

"Who are you?"

"What are you talking about? I am me."

Baekji took a couple of steps back.

He remembered the memory of sleepiness washing over him after True Man Changshan had placed his hand on his head.

'A sinister Taoist. I have to be careful.'

Baekji could not shake off his uneasy feeling about True Man Changshan.

As the atmosphere became strange again, Yang Soryeong interjected.

"A promise must be kept. Let's go to the Young Sect Master."

* * *

Underground prison of the White Mountain Sect.

Grind.

The sound of grinding teeth was heard in the darkness.

"Keuk! Ximen Suo, Mo Dahou, Hu Yeonjo! Those brats betrayed me?"

Bai Renguang only came to his senses after a full day. When he woke up, he was in the underground prison.

He heard about the situation of the White Mountain Sect from the jailer who brought him food.

He said that Yang Soryeong had become the sect master and that General Manager Ximen, Mo Dahou, and Hu Yeonjo had attached themselves to her.

"That brat, who on earth is that brat?"

The brat who had rushed at him without him realizing it and had sent him flying with one blow.

Even thinking about it now, he couldn't remember how he had been defeated.

It was humiliating. It was the first time he had been defeated so helplessly since he had learned martial arts.

'A demonic art! He must have used a demonic art. If not, why would I, I...'

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't understand.

An answer came from the prison cell opposite to the question he had muttered to himself.

"He is a servant that Yang Soryeong brought. He must have been sent by the Meixian Fang."

It was Yu Mungwang in the opposite prison cell.

"The Meixian Fang had such a master? Hmph! That can't be. That brat is a master who cannot be compared to the likes of Mei Zhongjun."

Although he had not fought with the Meixian Fang Master, Mei Zhongjun, he considered him to be of a similar skill level to himself.

He was of a similar rank to himself in the top one hundred masters.

As he spoke, his jaw, which had been hit, ached. Every time he gritted his teeth, a sharp pain shot through it, and it was clear that it was cracked.

Still, he was better off than Yu Mungwang.

Yu Mungwang, who had been kicked in the abdomen, was living with his waist bent like a shrimp.

The more he thought about it, the more absurd it was.

After being hit by the Blood Hand Grand Seal and surviving, his martial arts had greatly improved.

It felt like he would grasp the world, but he had immediately fallen into a pit.

Grind.

Even though his jaw hurt when he gritted his teeth, he kept gritting them. The more he felt the pain, the clearer his mind became, and a venomous spirit rose.

Bai Renguang was that kind of person.

A man who was harsh to himself and to others.

His only weakness was his son, Bai Yandu.

The only blood relative left by the wife he had loved.

'I have to save Yandu. To do that, I have to get out of here first.'

Just then, a jailer came in.

Bai Renguang asked urgently, "The key?"

The key to the prison door and the shackles on his hands and feet was held by the head jailer. Bai Renguang had persuaded the jailer to steal the key.

"I have it."

"You have done well. You will enjoy wealth and glory as a meritorious subject of the White Mountain Sect in the future."

"Thank you. But the money you promised..."

To the jailer, the immediate money was more important than future wealth and glory.

"Hurry up and open the door. As soon as I get out, that paltry sum of money is..."

Just then, Baekji appeared behind the jailer.

"You had more hidden money?"

"Gasp! You, you are?"

"Where is it?"

Baekji had not followed Yang Soryeong, True Man Changshan, and Shang Yiqing to treat the Young Sect Master.

He had not liked the Young Sect Master from the beginning, so he did not want to see him being treated.

Instead, he had come to find Bai Renguang.

Another clue to regain his memory.

Every time he heard the words 'Blood Sect', his head would throb.

There must be something entangled.

'Blood Sun Sword Manual. It's a martial art of the Blood Sect. How did Bai Renguang obtain it?'

He had come to find out how he had obtained the Blood Sun Sword Manual.

When Baekji appeared, the jailer was startled and sat down.

Thwack!

When Baekji struck the back of the jailer's head, he collapsed on the spot.

'As expected, I can't kill him.'

He could have smashed his head, but at the last moment, his strength had drained.

A fatal weakness had appeared.

"There's no one listening now. Just tell me. Do you want to get out? I'll let you out."

"..."

"Is money important? Is your life important?"

'What is this bastard?'

Bai Renguang was confused.

He spoke so naturally that he didn't seem like the one who had hit him.

"Tomorrow is the Sect Master's inauguration ceremony. They say you will be beheaded at that ceremony."

'You were the one who said that.'

Bai Renguang had heard everything about that day from the jailer.

It was that brat who had said to behead him at the Sect Master's inauguration ceremony. But he was shamelessly trying to persuade him.

Baekji even pointed at Yu Mungwang and said, "I'll let that brat out too. He's your only loyal servant. You have to save your loyal servant's life."

"What on earth do you want?"

"Where's the money?"

He asked with a subtle voice, blinking his eyes, and he almost fell for it.

'Get a grip.'

Bai Renguang's eyes widened.

"Why on earth are you doing this to me? Who are you? Who sent you? Is it the Meixian Fang?"

"Calm down. There isn't always a reason for things that happen in the world. You've lived this long and you still don't know? Think of the frog that was killed by the stone you threw. How are you going to explain the reason to that brat?"

'What is he talking about?'

He was so dumbfounded that the young brat was talking about the world that he couldn't answer.

Baekji clicked his tongue, took the key from the jailer's waist, opened the prison door, and entered.

"Alright. I have enough money, so I don't need that snot-nosed money. Instead!"

Baekji held the key in front of Bai Renguang's face.

"Tell me. How did you obtain the Blood Sun Sword Manual? If you tell me, I'll release your shackles."

A thought flashed through Bai Renguang's mind.

"You, you were the one! You were the one who took the funds in the secret vault."

Slap!

Baekji slapped Bai Renguang's cheek. Even if he couldn't kill him, he could beat him.

When his cracked jawbone was hit again, the pain was several times more severe. He almost lost consciousness from the pain that went beyond clearing his mind.

"Get a grip! Don't you know your life is on the line? Focus on what I'm asking!"

"Ugh..."

Baekji placed his hand on Bai Renguang's shoulder.

"Tell me how you got the Blood Sun Sword Manual and you can walk out quietly. If you want, I'll even escort you out safely."

Bai Renguang endured the pain and stammered, "Is that true?"

"Of course. We're not enemies, are we? I don't particularly want to kill you."

"But why are you... why are you doing this to me?"

"Ah! That was your fault. You cursed at me, didn't you? Don't you remember?"

Bai Renguang wracked his brain.

When Baekji had entered the White Hall Great Light.

That's right.

[Who is that brat? How dare he be here...]

That was all he had said.

"Just... for that one word?"

"Yes, you seem to remember now. I'm a noble person, you know. It's a status where you can't just carelessly call me 'brat'. What would happen if you called the emperor 'brat' in front of him? You would have been killed. Since I'm not the emperor... your head is still attached."

Baekji trailed off and then tilted his head.

"No? Could I be the emperor?"

Baekji's eyes sparkled.

"How old is the current emperor?"

At the out-of-place question about the emperor's age, he couldn't answer readily.

"You're not answering?"

An answer came from the opposite prison cell.

"The 37th year of Gangmu."

Baekji looked towards Yu Mungwang and frowned.

"If it's the 37th year of Gangmu, the emperor must be quite old. What about the crown prince's age?"

Even Yu Mungwang didn't know that.

"The possibility of being the crown prince remains. I'll have to find out."

Bai Renguang couldn't understand what Baekji was talking about.

He saw Yu Mungwang, who was holding the bars of the opposite prison cell, gesturing.

He put his finger to the side of his head, twirled it, and mouthed the words.

'He's a crazy brat. A fool, a fool.'

"I know that too. In fact, the possibility of being the crown prince is probably low, right? You think so too, right? There's no way a crown prince would have such high martial arts. Anyway, I'll find that out separately."

"..."

"In any case, it was wrong of you to speak to me so rudely. Very wrong. I can't be sure, but in the past, you would have died on the spot. But my heart has weakened. What on earth is going on... isn't it really baffling? Of course, it's a great fortune for you."

"..."

"Look at this, look at this. I'm the only one talking. Is this a conversation? Let's have a conversation. You talk too. The Blood Sun Sword Manual, where did you get it?"

The day he had obtained the Blood Sun Sword Manual came to Bai Renguang's mind.

It had rained when he had gone hunting. He was taking shelter from the rain for a moment in a dilapidated Guan Di temple when the statue of Guan Yu suddenly fell. The Blood Sun Sword Manual came out from inside its stomach.

'It was truly a coincidence.'

There was nothing he couldn't tell.

Bai Renguang told him the truth.

"Umm. So it was inside the stomach of a Guan Yu statue?"

"That's right. It was truly a fortuitous encounter."

"But why didn't you learn it?"

That's right.

Why hadn't he learned it?

Bai Renguang gritted his teeth.

If he had learned it, he wouldn't have suffered this humiliation.

At that time, the White Mountain Sect was in the midst of a territorial dispute. To learn the Blood Sun Sword Manual, he would have had to abandon his internal energy and learn it anew, but he had no time for that.

So, he had told his son to learn it instead.

His son, Bai Yandu, had suffered from cultivation insanity while learning it.

"You were tricked. You were tricked."

Baekji clicked his tongue.

He could immediately understand the situation.

"Didn't your mom tell you not to pick up and eat things that have fallen on the street?"

"..."

He couldn't answer the ridiculously childish question.

(End of Chapter)