Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 44

"What business brings you here?"

Yang Soryeong asked directly.

Since she hadn't even offered him a seat, they all talked while standing.

Nangong Zhao didn't mind and said calmly, "Taoist Master Zhang Ming of Qingcheng has reported to the Martial Alliance."

As soon as Zhang Ming had returned to Qingcheng, he had informed the Martial Alliance that the Blood Hand Grand Seal had appeared.

Nangong Zhao had come under special orders to chase the Blood Sect. Although he had entered the White Mountain Sect alone, the martial force of the Martial Alliance was spread out around.

On his way, he had heard about the trouble at the White Mountain Sect.

It was surprising that Bai Renguang, who had been hit by the Blood Hand Grand Seal, had survived, and the news that the sect master position had been passed to a woman who had not even had her wedding was also strange.

"About that matter... former Sect Master Bai Renguang, ah! I heard he has become the Grand Sect Master. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"I would like to see the Grand Sect Master."

"It is difficult right now. He is not in the estate."

Bai Renguang had been pushed out by Baekji and had gone to Xi'an.

Since he had gone secretly, mixed in with the Meixian Fang, those around did not know. It was known that the Meixian Fang Master, Mei Zhongjun, had come to congratulate his step-granddaughter on her inauguration as sect master and had left.

"If you tell me, I will relay it to him later."

That was not possible. He had to find some clue before the traces of the Blood Sect were erased.

"..."

Nangong Zhao was bothered by Jang Sam, who had been glaring at him from the beginning.

"Would you mind clearing the room?"

"No."

Before Yang Soryeong could answer, Jang Sam interjected.

Jang Sam glared.

"Why do you want to be alone with our grandmaster?"

"...!"

"...?"

Silence fell.

Nangong Zhao was dumbfounded.

He thought he knew the meaning of the look Jang Sam was giving him.

'Could it be, he thinks I'm...'

Although he had carried out numerous special missions as the chief investigator of the military affairs department of the Martial Alliance, this was the first time.

'This brat? What is he thinking?'

Had he ever imagined that he was disliked because he was too handsome?

'He's treating me like a lecher?'

It was absurd.

'But are they in a grandmaster-granddisciple relationship?'

Although there were occasional master-disciple relationships in the martial world that were outside the norm, he couldn't believe that Yang Soryeong and Jang Sam were in a grandmaster-granddisciple relationship.

Silence flowed as Nangong Zhao's and Jang Sam's gazes were entangled.

Yang Soryeong interjected.

"Jang Sam, what are you talking about? This person is from the Martial Alliance."

Yang Soryeong said to Nangong Zhao.

"Jang Sam is like family. Please speak."

"This is a grave matter concerning the safety of the martial world."

"So we should listen together. What if I mishear?"

"..."

An awkward silence fell again.

Yang Soryeong realized that the three of them were standing and talking.

'Oh no. I didn't even offer him a seat.'

Yang Soryeong sat down in a chair first and said, "Let's sit and talk."

Nangong Zhao sat down opposite her without a word.

For some reason, the conversation was not going smoothly.

'It can be difficult when the other person is too inexperienced.'

When he said he was from the military affairs department of the Martial Alliance, he was usually treated with great respect.

Although Nangong Zhao was not a person who expected such things, since he was used to it, the current situation was unfamiliar.

When Nangong Zhao's gaze turned to the empty table, Yang Soryeong, realizing her mistake, shot up.

"Oh my! Look at me. Jang Sam, have someone bring tea. A guest has come, and we haven't even served tea."

"They've all gone to fight, so there's no one to help."

A blunt answer.

Is that brat really a granddisciple?

To refuse the grandmaster's order in one word.

Nangong Zhao, who had been suspicious anyway, became certain that the two were not in a grandmaster-granddisciple relationship after seeing what Jang Sam did.

"Then Jang Sam, you bring it."

"That's difficult."

Jang Sam had no intention of leaving Yang Soryeong's side. He went to the window, looked around outside, and then shouted, "Hey, Heibo! Bring some tea here. The good stuff! The Sect Master will be drinking it."

Nangong Zhao's head spun rapidly.

Jang Sam's actions and way of speaking were no different from a third-rate member of the dark path.

'Is Sect Master Yang being watched?'

Looking at Yang Soryeong's expression and actions, it didn't seem so.

Her complexion was natural and comfortable.

'First, let's grasp the situation of the White Mountain Sect.'

He had a feeling that there was something different from what had been reported.

First, he asked about the words that had just caught his ear.

"A fight? Is there something going on at the White Mountain Sect?"

Yang Soryeong sighed.

"I know. It would be nice if it could be resolved without fighting. I'm worried."

"Would you mind telling me in detail? It is the duty of the Martial Alliance to resolve disputes in the martial world. If there is a fight, we can mediate."

At Nangong Zhao's words, Yang Soryeong's eyes sparkled.

"Can you mediate?"

"Most sects respect the mediation of the Martial Alliance. Which sects are in dispute?"

"The Grand Sect Master has taken the martial force and has gone to Xi'an. He went with the Meixian Fang, and they say they will take over Xi'an."

"?"

"It would be nice if they could take it over without fighting. They say the other sects in Shaanxi won't just stand by."

Nangong Zhao's complexion hardened coldly.

From what he had heard, this side was starting a fight.

To start a fight and then request mediation?

Bai Renguang went to Xi'an to fight?

Nangong Zhao's face, which had not lost its composure even in the absurd situation until now, finally contorted.

'These brats? Are they making a fool of me?'

To play with the chief investigator of the military affairs department of the Martial Alliance?

Nangong Zhao's gaze turned cold.

* * *

Behind the guest hall of the White Mountain Sect was a lodging for resident guests.

The lodging's dining hall was a place where the resident guests gathered to chat or drink.

The down-and-out scholar, Quan Bai, had been held captive by Senior Oh for several hours, listening to his chatter, and his bottom was about to burst from sitting on the hard wooden chair.

Quan Bai was usually talkative.

Although he was sometimes advised to restrain himself because he talked too much, he had let it go in one ear and out the other.

'So this is how it feels!'

After meeting Senior Oh, he had keenly realized that listening to others talk was a torment.

In addition, he reflected that he had done a terrible thing to countless people in the past.

In the midst of that, Senior Oh chattered on without rest.

Even Quan Bai, who was confident that he was second to none in terms of eloquence, had no room to interject.

Thanks to the loose-lipped Senior Oh, he had heard all about the situation of the White Mountain Sect.

Although he didn't know how much to believe.

When he gave a serious warning not to think of eating the stray dogs, he had almost beaten Senior Oh.

Finally.

"Haha. This is really... come to think of it, I was the only one talking. This younger brother is usually a man of few words, but since I met someone with whom I have a rapport after a long time, I got excited and talked a lot. Now, I would like to hear your story, elder brother."

No matter how he looked at him, he was a brat who looked to be in his mid-twenties at most.

Although the age difference was more than ten years, he was trying to act as an elder and younger brother without permission.

Even the easygoing Quan Bai was furious.

"Oh..."

He couldn't even say his name.

This brat's name was 'Senior'.

"Younger Brother Oh, since I have come a long way, I am deeply tired from the journey and must rest. Today is not the only day, is it? How about we slowly unravel our feelings? The waters of the Yangtze River will not dry up."

Senior Oh was amazed.

"As expected, the eloquence of a strange person is truly elegant and fluent. How about we slowly unravel our feelings, the waters of the Yangtze River will not dry up... kehehe. I have learned a thing or two. In that sense, how about a drink? I have learned early on that the fatigue of a journey is relieved with alcohol."

'This leech-like brat.'

Quan Bai clenched his fist.

No, he must have been clenching it without realizing it.

His fist was so tightly clenched that it had turned white.

It was to the point where he could perform the 'Ice Skill'.

He wanted to strike down the greasy brat in front of him with a single blow.

It was the first time he had felt the urge to kill so strongly.

'Endure it, I must endure it.'

As he was calming himself down, a brat came into the dining hall, grumbling.

"That bastard. Is he my superior? Since when..."

The man was frowning.

It was Heibo, who had been furious because Jang Sam had ordered him to run an errand for tea while he was sweeping the front yard of the guest hall.

When they had gone to the Yang Merchant Guild as a wedding delegation, they had been fellow servants, but now he was putting on airs, saying he was the Sect Master's granddisciple, so he was displeased.

He had come to the dining hall to get tea, and Senior Oh was sitting there.

This brat was also a brat he didn't want to see.

As Heibo completely ignored him, Senior Oh spoke with a greasy tone.

"It's Heibo. What is it? A precious guest is here, so should you be speaking so carelessly? A gentleman must always be careful in his words and actions."

A tone that made one feel the difference in status.

'What a load of crap.'

Heibo glared at Senior Oh and said, "Take tea to the guest hall."

"What did you say?"

"The Sect Master is with a guest. You should be the one to attend to the Sect Master."

In Heibo's mind, although Ajok had become the general manager and his status had changed, Senior Oh and Jang Sam were servants.

He didn't want to treat them with respect even if he died.

"A guest has come for our grandmaster?"

"They say someone from the Martial Alliance has come."

"The Martial Alliance!"

Senior Oh shot up.

Senior Oh, who wanted to walk the path of a great hero, thought that he would have to go to the Martial Alliance someday.

A strange person was also good as a stepping stone, but the Martial Alliance was even better.

He had to go.

Senior Oh put his hands behind his back, looked up at the empty air, and muttered with a dignified expression, "Umm. The winds of change are blowing in our sect."

He deliberately let out a word and then cupped his fists towards the down-and-out scholar.

"It is a shame, but it seems something has come up in our sect. Let's meet again next time."

"Uh, that, that's right."

Senior Oh took the tea and tools and disappeared like the wind.

Quan Bai was dumbfounded.

"That brat, was he a servant?"

Heibo glanced at Quan Bai, snorted, and left.

"A begging, down-and-out scholar... is a working servant ridiculous?"

The sound of grumbling was heard.

Quan Bai's fist trembled.

'Endure it! If you endure three times, you can even avoid murder...'

After calming down, he became curious.

'But the Martial Alliance? Who came?'

* * *

Nangong Zhao's aura changed. As a sharp, keen energy swirled, Yang Soryeong felt a sense of pressure.

'Why is he doing this?'

He had said he would mediate, but he had suddenly changed his attitude.

It was the first time she had encountered the properly released keen energy of a martial artist.

Since Baekji was an absolute master, she couldn't feel his aura, and Ajok and the others were of a similar level, having learned martial arts together.

When she had encountered the masters of the White Mountain Sect, such as Bai Renguang and Mo Dahou, Baekji had been with her. They could not dare to show their aura in front of Baekji.

'He's a master.'

At the keen energy that seemed to cut her flesh, Yang Soryeong unknowingly drew out her energy to block it, but it was not enough.

Just then, a heavy energy pushed from the side.

It was Jang Sam's energy.

'This bastard is finally revealing his dark intentions!'

Jang Sam drew out all the internal energy in his dantian and poured it out.

A heavy energy blocked the front of Yang Soryeong and Jang Sam. Although he had entered the sect late, Jang Sam, who had undergone a transformation by Baekji, was not to be envied by the disciples of a major sect.

'These brats had a trick up their sleeve.'

Nangong Zhao's eyebrows twitched.

He drew up his internal energy.

Nangong Zhao was a master who had properly learned martial arts as a direct descendant of the Nangong family. Although he was still young, his internal energy was pure.

'This bastard, he's stronger than he looks.'

As Jang Sam was holding on with all his might, the door burst open, and Senior Oh entered, holding tea tools.

"What's going on here?"

At the swirling energy in the room, Senior Oh was startled and unknowingly drew up his energy.

Then, it became a situation where Yang Soryeong, Jang Sam, and Senior Oh were confronting Nangong Zhao.

'Umm.'

Nangong Zhao let out a groan inwardly. When Senior Oh joined, the standoff, which had been tilting, became tense again.

Nangong Zhao remembered that this was the guest hall of the White Mountain Sect.

Another brat could come at any time.

More than that.

He was a guest.

It was not like him to release his keen energy at a few words from the other party.

'I was excited.'

Strangely, Jang Sam had gotten on his nerves, and Yang Soryeong had brought up an absurd mediation case, so he had lost his composure for a moment.

Realizing his mistake, Nangong Zhao immediately released his keen energy.

He composed his expression and politely cupped his fists.

"My apologies. Does it make sense for the White Mountain Sect to request mediation while going to attack first? I thought you might be testing me, so I showed an unsightly appearance."

When Nangong Zhao apologized cleanly, Yang Soryeong also accepted it.

"Ah, that's right. I made a mistake. I should have explained in detail, but the situation of our sect is a bit complicated. It will be difficult for you to understand."

"Who on earth should I mediate between? Are you asking me to stop the Grand Sect Master?"

When Nangong Zhao asked again, Yang Soryeong thought.

'Should I stop Baekji? Or the White Mountain Sect and the Shaanxi sects?'

(End of Chapter)