Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 38

When Bai Renguang glared at Yang Soryeong as if he would kill her at any moment, Shang Yiqing stepped in front of her.

"What are you talking about? Soryeong saved your son. If she had really been aiming for the White Mountain Sect, why would she have bothered to save Bai Yandu!"

At the news of his son, Bai Renguang's ears perked up.

After coming out of the prison, he had been curious about his son's safety, but his priority was to punish the traitors and take control of the White Mountain Sect, so he had been about to capture and kill General Manager Ximen first.

But at the words that his son, who had been in a vegetative state, had been saved, he was startled and couldn't think of anything else.

"What? Is that true?"

"Hehehe. I told you I would make the medicine. He has now regained his senses."

"Ah!"

Bai Renguang's legs gave out, and he staggered. He wanted to go and see his son right away.

Yang Soryeong said, "I do not want to be the sect master. It just happened to be this way. Now that the Sect Master has come, I will return to the Songhua Hall as before."

Although Yang Soryeong spoke, Bai Renguang did not hear her.

Bai Renguang looked at Mo Dahou, Hu Yeonjo, and the others and said, "Gather all the sect members at the White Hall Great Light tomorrow morning! We will sort out the rights and wrongs there!"

After Bai Renguang finished speaking, he immediately went to the Dong Guang Hall where Bai Yandu was staying. Yu Mungwang led the White Mountain Brigade and followed behind.

* * *

Baekji sat in the prison, thinking and thinking about a clue to regain his identity.

He tried to revive his memories by crossing the boundary of self-forgetfulness while regulating his breath, and he also tried to trace the origin of his internal energy and the history of his martial arts. But nothing came to mind.

Waking up as Baekji, the Six Harmonies Fist, the Seven Stars Saber Technique, and the martial arts he had seen in Bai Renguang's library.

That was all.

And yet, the martial arts ingrained in his body unfolded on their own. Where on earth did those martial arts come from?

It was as if his memory had been completely erased.

'I'm going crazy.'

After thinking for a long time, he remembered what he had said with Yang Soryeong when he was Baekji.

"I said I had seen the sea."

As soon as he said it, the sea with its blue waves spread out in his mind.

"Then what about the desert?"

The scenery of a desert with the hot sun blazing down came to his mind.

"I think I went to the jungle too?"

He also remembered a jungle with a humid swamp, towering trees, and dense vines.

"Oh, oh!"

It seemed he had found some clue, but that was all.

Although the sea, the desert, and the jungle came to mind, there were no other memories that came to him.

He was annoyed.

"Where on earth did I wander around so much? Was I a merchant? A guard? No. I wouldn't have done such a shabby job."

He also remembered the dreams he had had while living as Baekji. He had fought tenaciously in a war that had become a sea of blood.

"Was I a general?"

That didn't seem right either. Although it was a vague dream, it was a battlefield between martial artists.

'If I'm in a fight, will I remember?'

As he was continuing his thoughts, he heard the sound of iron being struck from somewhere.

Clang, clang, clang!

'What is it?'

It grated on his nerves.

'Let's get things in order first.'

First, he had to find those young brats called the Nine Dragons. Because their age matched. It was highly likely that a prodigy among the rising stars had eaten a spiritual medicine and his internal energy had rapidly increased.

'I have to find True Man Changshan, the Nine-Tailed Jade Shattering, and the Blood Sect too.'

To do that.

'I have to take over the White Mountain Sect.'

He couldn't chase all the clues by himself. He needed brats to use as his hands and feet.

He had made Yang Soryeong the sect master without much thought, but now that he thought about it, it was a necessary thing.

'I have to make sure Yang Soryeong can firmly take control of the White Mountain Sect. If I use those brats, things will be easier.'

Once he had come to a conclusion, there was no reason to sit there any longer.

Clang, clang, clang.

The sound of iron being struck went beyond being grating, and his annoyance was on the verge of exploding.

Baekji stood up.

A jailer was lying collapsed in front of his eyes.

Baekji kicked the jailer, and he came to his senses.

"Go and open the door."

The jailer had the key to the outer door that he had originally possessed.

Clunk.

The iron door opened, and in the bright light of the torches, brats holding large hammers were standing.

White Mountain Brigade members holding weapons were also visible.

"Gasp! A jailbreak!"

The White Mountain Brigade members were horrified.

Yu Mungwang, not feeling at ease even after locking Baekji in the prison, had ordered the White Mountain Brigade members to add another iron door to the iron door.

"How dare you disturb my training?"

Baekji used his hands mercilessly. The White Mountain Brigade members flew in all directions like leaves blown by a gale.

A brat who hit the wall and collapsed, a brat who soared into the air and fell, a brat who rolled on the ground and was thrown.

There were all sorts, but in the midst of that, no one died.

"As expected, it's not working. This is a big problem."

Baekji sighed and examined the White Mountain Brigade members who were scattered in all directions one by one.

Vomiting blood, foaming at the mouth, or convulsing.

They were varied, but not a single one had died.

"A-uuu. What on earth has happened to me!"

He roared towards the night sky as if in a frenzy.

After shouting for a while, his stomach felt empty.

"I'm hungry."

* * *

"Where on earth did our master go?"

"Do you think he ran away after seeing Sect Master Bai come?"

"Is our master that kind of person? He sent Sect Master Bai flying with one blow."

"That was a surprise attack. Sect Master Bai might have been off his guard."

When Yang Soryeong returned and relayed the news that Bai Renguang had come out of the prison, Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam were full of worries.

Baekji was nowhere to be seen.

Bai Renguang had ordered all the sect members to gather in the morning, and it seemed they would suffer a harsh fate.

"This is a big problem. Sect Master Bai will try to kill our grandmaster."

"Should we run away?"

"It's right to take refuge for now."

Ajok and the others came to a conclusion and went to see Yang Soryeong.

"Grandmaster, let's go to the back mountain."

"Why?"

"Sect Master Bai will surely harm you. We have to escape."

"Where can we go without Baekji?"

Yang Soryeong was worried about the disappeared Baekji. She had not thought that he would be in the prison.

"Our master will be fine. We are the problem."

"No. Sect Master Bai won't be able to do anything to me right away."

"Why? To me, it seems he has plenty of reason to kill you."

"Sect Master Bai is a more cold-headed person than he looks. He will think that it is advantageous to keep me alive to fight the Meixian Fang."

"...?"

"He thinks I came under the orders of the Meixian Fang. I have to be alive for him to be able to announce the Meixian Fang's conspiracy to the whole world."

"That's not true."

"The truth is not important. What's important is that Sect Master Bai thinks so."

"Umm."

Senior Oh interjected.

"If, by any chance, things don't go as you think, Grandmaster, you might be beheaded. It's better to escape."

Jang Sam said, "Our master has already made our grandmaster the sect master. Are you saying we should give that up and run away? Let's fight instead! But, what is this smell?"

Jang Sam stopped talking and sniffed.

A fragrant smell of food was wafting.

"Is Zhong Jia cooking at this time of night?"

Grumble.

Jang Sam hurriedly went to the dining hall.

"Oh, Master!"

At Jang Sam's surprised voice, everyone ran over.

Baekji was sitting in the dining hall, eating.

* * *

Bai Renguang guarded Bai Yandu's bed all night.

His son's breathing was even. His complexion was also comfortable, and it seemed he had really come to his senses.

'Lingmei, our son is alive.'

Bai Renguang stroked his son's face, recalling the happy times with his dead wife, Liu Jialing.

Yu Mungwang rushed in.

"There's big trouble. That brat has escaped from prison."

The White Mountain Brigade members who had been defeated by Baekji had woken up and reported to Yu Mungwang.

"...!"

Bai Renguang was surprised and stood up.

"He came out of the prison? How?"

"That's not important. That brat might appear now."

"That, that's right."

Bai Renguang had lived as the head of a sect for a long time.

He was a so-called top one hundred master. If he were alone, he would have wanted to risk his life and fight Baekji once more.

But his son's life was also on the line.

He had barely come to his senses, and if he were to be defeated and killed by Baekji, his son would not be safe either.

"Get a carriage. No, have the kids carry Yandu. We're leaving the estate right now."

There was also a secret passage in the Dong Guang Hall.

As Bai Renguang was opening the secret passage, Mo Dahou's voice was heard.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? Didn't we agree to see each other in the morning?"

Mo Dahou was constantly receiving reports on the movements of the White Mountain Brigade. He knew about what had happened at the prison and that Baekji had returned to the Songhua Hall.

"You, you brat, you're betraying me to the end!"

"I told you it's not a betrayal. Isn't 'the strong survive' a phrase you used to say like a habit?"

"Hehe. Do you think you brats can be my opponent?"

"Of course not. But we can buy some time."

Hu Yeonjo appeared.

"If I'm with you, we can buy twice as much time."

"Why are you brats doing this?"

Mo Dahou said, "It was already scheduled when you survived being hit by the Blood Hand Grand Seal. I've watched you for a long time, so do you think I don't know your cold personality? You just kept us alive to get the White Mountain Sect in order! Once the situation was under control, you would have cut off our heads first. Am I wrong?"

"Hmph! You know well. I can kill you brats anytime. I'll kill you in this place."

Bai Renguang judged that it was too late to slip out quietly.

"Mungwang. Take Yandu and go first. I have to kill the traitors and then go."

Just then, General Manager Ximen appeared, limping with a cane.

"Do you think I don't exist anymore? Am I that insignificant?"

General Manager Ximen gritted his teeth. He had been beaten like a dog on a hot day in front of everyone. The resentment was bone-deep.

"I supported you my whole life, and you treat me like a son of a bitch?"

"These bastards are really crazy to want to die. Alright, since you're all gathered, I'll kill you all at once."

Mo Dahou said to General Manager Ximen, "Just hold off Yu Mungwang for a moment. Brigade Leader Hu, let's you and I take on Sect Master Bai!"

"Kehehe. Do you two think you can handle me?"

"Until recently, I thought you were a mountain I could not surpass. But you collapsed helplessly at the slap of a young brat. At that time, I thought. You too are helpless in front of the strong. You were not a mountain that could never be surpassed."

"You have a lot of nerve. Mo Dahou! I taught you your martial arts!"

It was true.

Bai Renguang had taught Mo Dahou the White Temple Sword Technique and Hu Yeonjo the Great Light Saber Technique, a variation of the Great Light Sword Technique.

Mo Dahou and Hu Yeonjo, who had been third-rate martial artists, had entered the peak, surpassing the first-rate, with the martial arts that Bai Renguang had passed on to them.

"You did it to use us as hunting dogs. We always fought on the front line at your command. Isn't it thanks to that that the current White Mountain Sect exists? That should be enough of a repayment."

Although they confronted each other, they were just arguing and no one readily attacked.

That was because they had all been hit by Baekji and their bodies were not in a normal state.

Every time Bai Renguang moved, his head throbbed due to his cracked jawbone. General Manager Ximen, who had been hit by Bai Renguang, was literally standing on his venom alone.

As they glared at each other, Bai Yandu woke up.

"Huh?"

"Yandu!"

Bai Yandu slowly raised his body.

Although his movements were a little sluggish from lying down for a long time, he was fine.

"Yandu, are you okay?"

Bai Renguang asked.

Bai Yandu sat up and looked around the room.

Familiar faces all came into view at once.

"Ah, father. Uncle Mo and Uncle Hu are also here? General Manager Ximen, why do you look like that?"

Mo Dahou, Hu Yeonjo, and General Manager Ximen had all fawned over Bai Yandu, who had been the heir of the White Mountain Sect.

To Bai Yandu, they were uncles who had been good to him.

Bai Renguang shouted, "Yandu! Get a grip. These brats have betrayed us."

"What!"

Bai Yandu shot up and stood next to Bai Renguang.

He was so agile that it was hard to believe he had been lying down just a moment ago. Although Bai Yandu was incomplete, he had learned the Blood Sun Sword Manual.

The Blood Sun Sword Manual was a demonic art that was counted among the top few even in the Blood Sect.

"Did my uncles really betray my father?"

Bai Yandu's gaze was murderous.

The complexions of Mo Dahou, Hu Yeonjo, and General Manager Ximen hardened.

Bai Renguang had fed Bai Yandu all sorts of spiritual medicines and had put a lot of effort into him. Before he had suffered from cultivation insanity, Bai Yandu had been evaluated as being on par with the Nine Dragons, who were said to be the best among the rising stars.

Even Mo Dahou and Hu Yeonjo could not ignore him.

Moreover, he had just woken up from cultivation insanity, and surprisingly, he was fine. He was different from them, who were a mess from being hit by Baekji.

"Yandu, hold off that brat Ximen Suo. Mungwang, catch Hu Yeonjo!"

Bai Renguang shouted and then flew his sword at Mo Dahou.

In an instant, a chaotic battle broke out.

The window of Bai Yandu's bedchamber burst open, and the six people shot out into the front yard of the Dong Guang Hall.

Cha-chaeng!

Ka-kang!

Boom-!

The sound of clashing weapons and exploding energy was loud. The White Temple Brigade, the Great Light Brigade, and the White Mountain Brigade surrounded them in a circle.

Since the leaders of the sect were fighting, they didn't know whose side to take.

"Keuk!"

Bai Renguang's sword stabbed Mo Dahou's side.

At the same time, Yu Mungwang's fist struck Hu Yeonjo's arm.

General Manager Ximen, who was seriously injured, was no match for Bai Yandu. He was hit in the abdomen and vomited blood again.

Mo Dahou dodged behind Hu Yeonjo. When Hu Yeonjo saw Bai Renguang rushing at Mo Dahou like a madman, he was startled and turned to the side. Coincidentally, General Manager Ximen staggered and fell into Hu Yeonjo's arms, then went limp.

Mo Dahou, Hu Yeonjo, and General Manager Ximen fell in a heap.

"A fine sight. I'll kill you all at once."

Bai Renguang raised his sword.

Just then, a bored voice was heard from somewhere.

"Stop, that's enough."

(End of Chapter)