Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 46

Nangong Zhao went to the dining hall to eat breakfast and saw a down-and-out scholar sitting in a corner.

He was eating with his back to the door, hiding in a corner.

'Senior Quan?'

Quan Bai, a master of the Martial Alliance Leader's Wind and Cloud Pavilion.

While Nangong Zhao belonged to the military affairs department and carried out official operations, the Wind and Cloud Pavilion was a secret organization that carried out the Martial Alliance Leader's special orders.

Since they moved in such secrecy, no one in the martial world even knew who was a member of the Wind and Cloud Pavilion.

Nangong Zhao was a direct descendant of the Nangong family and the chief investigator of the military affairs department, so he had a wide network within the alliance.

He knew Quan Bai personally.

Nangong Zhao approached Quan Bai.

"Senior?"

When Quan Bai turned around, his eyes, which always sparkled with a brilliant light, were hollow.

'What's wrong?'

Quan Bai's gaze quickly swept behind Nangong Zhao. Nangong Zhao followed his gaze and turned around.

The dining hall was empty except for the two of them.

After the trouble at the White Mountain Sect, the resident guests had left, and there were only the two of them in the guest house.

When Senior Oh was not in sight, Quan Bai let out a sigh of relief.

"So it was you who came from the Martial Alliance? Since the Blood Hand Grand Seal has appeared, the military affairs department couldn't just stand by, could they?"

Nangong Zhao nodded.

"You too, senior..."

"Shh!"

Quan Bai raised his finger and put it to his lips.

Footsteps were heard.

"Let's talk later."

Quan Bai's figure disappeared. Then, Senior Oh entered.

"Ah, the Martial Alliance's military affairs department! The chief investigator was here."

Senior Oh was pleased.

"I was disappointed that we couldn't introduce ourselves yesterday. I am called Senior Xiaoyao, Senior Oh. I am the Sect Master's granddisciple and a high-ranking official of the White Mountain Sect."

"I am called Nangong Zhao."

Although Nangong Zhao had only seen him for a moment, he knew that Senior Oh was a very strange brat.

He didn't want to deal with him.

"You are eating now. Since I am also before my meal, shall we have a meal together and discuss the state of the martial world?"

Nangong Zhao had no intention of doing so.

"I have something to do, so I have to go out for a while. Let's see each other later."

He immediately spoke informally and went out.

It was a way to get rid of an unwanted brat.

He also had something to do.

He had to meet the martial force members who were hiding around the White Mountain Sect.

When Nangong Zhao disappeared, Senior Oh muttered, "As expected... he must have come on a special mission. He is a person to be watched closely."

Senior Oh, having missed Nangong Zhao, looked for Quan Bai.

"Where is Senior Quan? Has he already eaten?"

Looking at the empty room of Quan Bai, Senior Oh was disappointed.

"As expected, a strange person is unpredictable. The waters of the Yangtze River will not dry up! If we are fated, we will meet."

Quan Bai, who was hiding on the rafters, decided to just leave the White Mountain Sect.

If he stayed, he felt he would kill Senior Oh.

* * *

"You ruthless brat. To beat an old man like this."

Menghua was nursing Tie Yantai, who had been brought in in the middle of the night.

His head was swollen from being beaten so much.

She wrapped his head with a cold, wet towel.

"Umm."

Tie Yantai, in his daze, heard someone muttering.

"Are you awake?"

Menghua reached out her hand to change the wet towel on his forehead.

Tie Yantai grabbed Menghua's wrist.

"Ouch! I'm treating you. Don't be alarmed."

Menghua whispered as she pulled her captured wrist away.

Only then did Tie Yantai fully come to his senses.

'Menghua?'

Judging by the faint demonic energy, it was clearly Menghua.

The Divine Generals had the ability to identify Demonic Cult members with their unique internal energy.

Menghua whispered, "You were beaten by that brat, weren't you? He's a brat with no sense of humanity. To beat an old man. Well, he beats women too, so would he spare an old man? In a word, he's a crazy brat."

Menghua rambled on as she continued to apply a cold compress to Tie Yantai's head.

"You seem to be a master, but what is your moniker?"

Tie Yantai could not reveal his identity.

What if a rumor spread that a Divine General of the Demonic Cult had been beaten and knocked out by a child?

Just the thought of it was terrifying.

"..."

When Tie Yantai was silent, Menghua sniffled.

"I am the owner of the Hongmeng Brothel in Zhaojia County. That brat who doesn't even know humanity has taken my property and, not satisfied with that, has kidnapped me."

She let out a pitiful sigh.

Tie Yantai knew what kind of trick she was playing.

Even if others didn't, there was no way the Eastern Divine General wouldn't know the methods of a Demonic Cult informant.

Tie Yantai removed the towel on his head and sat up.

"That's enough. I deliberately pretended to be defeated in order to infiltrate."

Although Tie Yantai made an excuse, he felt uneasy.

'To have to make such a pathetic excuse.'

"Ah, so that's how it was. No wonder you were hit mainly on the head. It was a self-inflicted wound, wasn't it? In that case?"

Could she escape?

Menghua looked at Tie Yantai with expectant eyes.

"I have come to find something out. I will be staying for a while."

"As expected! Then you can leave at any time, right?"

Tie Yantai nodded.

If only that crazy brat wasn't there.

"Be quiet."

Menghua, understanding that he could leave at any time, her face lit up.

"I understand. But what should I call you, elder?"

"I am called Tie... Guang."

He could not reveal his real name.

"I am called Menghua."

Tie Yantai regulated his breath.

His energy flowed smoothly. There was no trace of a restriction being placed.

'What is it?'

Although he had been defeated absurdly, he was a master of the Transformation realm.

And yet, he hadn't even placed a restriction.

'As expected, he's a crazy brat.'

Tie Yantai thought it was a relief.

If only that brat wasn't there, he could escape at any time.

That brat wouldn't always be at the Songhua Hall. There would be a chance.

He felt a sense of uneasy.

Tie Yantai recalled his fight with Baekji.

He couldn't avoid the simply struck bamboo staff.

'Why couldn't I avoid that?'

He couldn't understand. It was as if he had been possessed by a ghost.

He was definitely a master who had surpassed the Profound realm. If not, he wouldn't have been defeated so one-sidedly.

'That brat! Is he at the 'Life and Death Realm'? Or the 'Absolute Realm'?'

Most martial artists knew the realm after Profound as the Absolute Realm, but thanks to the Young Cult Leader, Tie Yantai knew of a realm called the Life and Death Realm.

The Young Cult Leader had said that one had to surpass the Life and Death Realm to truly enter the Absolute Realm, and that even those known as absolute masters in the martial world had not actually surpassed the Life and Death Realm.

-They all die in the Life and Death Realm. Or go crazy.

-Are you confident, Young Cult Leader?

-I am confident. But I can't guarantee that I can surpass it.

-Then wouldn't it be better to stay as you are now?

-It's not something you can control. As you live, you hit a boundary without realizing it. If you're not prepared, you'll just collapse at the boundary. That's the end of it.

Through his conversation with the Young Cult Leader, Tie Yantai knew quite a bit about what came after Profound.

There were probably few in the martial world who knew as much.

In fact, there was almost nothing known in the martial world about the study after the True Realm.

There was no one who even discussed what came after the Transformation realm. It was not a study that could be passed down through words.

'Only someone like the Young Cult Leader could tell me. That brat probably doesn't even know what realm he is in.'

Tie Yantai's curiosity about the crazy master, Baekji, deepened.

'What is that brat's identity?'

Judging by his martial arts, he was not from the Blood Sect.

'It's not a demonic art or a heretical art. But it didn't seem like a righteous sect's martial art either.'

He would be a formidable enemy of the Divine Cult.

He had to find out everything, from where and from whom he had trained his martial arts, to what kind of power he had, and even what kind of underwear he wore.

'It's not that I can't escape.'

Even a master of the Transformation realm hurts when hit. The wound to the heart is even more painful than the body.

Tie Yantai soothed his scratched pride.

* * *

That night.

Grind...

The sound of grinding teeth echoed in the underground prison.

Bai Yandu had woken up after three days, read the letter left by Yu Mungwang, and had learned all about the situation.

'Mo Dahou, Hu Yeonjo, Ximen Suo. I will kill you with my own hands.'

His resentment towards the traitors was deeper than towards Baekji, who had usurped the White Mountain Sect.

Since he had called them 'uncle' and had followed them since he was young, the shock of their betrayal was great.

-I will arrange a place of refuge and then have you escape. Please be patient until then.

Yu Mungwang's letter had ended like that.

Bai Renguang was fighting in Xi'an for him, who had been taken hostage. He had to escape from the prison for his father to be free.

After escaping and joining his father, he could retake the White Mountain Sect.

'I will definitely retake it. And then, with Soryeong...'

His heart pounded when he thought of Yang Soryeong.

'A fairy is my woman.'

Bai Yandu calmed his mind and closed his eyes.

Although Bai Yandu himself didn't know, after absorbing the fake True Man Changshan's soul, the Blood Sun Sword Manual had become perfect.

The parts that had been strange before were resolved on their own.

'Blood Sun Sword Manual! If I master it, I can even catch that crazy brat.'

Bai Yandu gritted his teeth.

Just then.

Clank-.

The sound of the outer prison door opening was heard.

Rustle, rustle.

With the sound of a rustling skirt, Yang Soryeong appeared.

"Soryeong!"

"..."

Yang Soryeong looked at Bai Yandu with pitiful eyes.

She had come to see him because she felt sorry for his situation, being shackled as soon as he had come to his senses after a long period of cultivation insanity, but Bai Yandu misunderstood.

"Do not worry. We will surely marry and live happily ever after..."

Yang Soryeong snapped to her senses.

"No. I have come to break off the marriage."

"What? What are you saying now? You're going to break off a marriage that the parents of both families have agreed to?"

"It was not my intention. I am now an adult and the sect master of a sect. I will decide my own marriage."

"Absurd!"

Bai Yandu shouted in a rage.

"Your position is mine. You are my woman."

Yang Soryeong got goosebumps at the change in Bai Yandu's expression. A blood-red light lingered in his eyes.

"My mother, Zheng Qing, did not agree to the marriage. My father has also consented to the annulment. Tomorrow, at the White Hall Great Light, we will officially break off the marriage. I have come to inform you of that in advance."

Grind...

Bai Yandu, who was in an emotionally unstable state, went wild at Yang Soryeong's words.

Although he was shackled, he was so frightening that Yang Soryeong took a step back.

"What nonsense! Both the sect master's position and you are all mine."

"If you want the White Mountain Sect, I will give it back to you. But I am me. I am not anyone's."

"Hmph! It's because of that brat, isn't it? That brat who is a disciple of the Qinghai Hall! I heard everything. I'll kill that brat first. And your so-called disciple, I'll kill that crazy brat too. Only I should be by your side!"

"You're crazy."

A red, blood-red light streamed from Bai Yandu's eyes.

Yang Soryeong had been against putting Bai Yandu in the prison and shackling him. But now that she saw it, it seemed it was a good thing.

"It's useless for you to insist. This marriage was a deception by the White Mountain Sect from the beginning. To marry a person who has become a cripple from cultivation insanity."

"I, I. I've woken up. There's no problem now."

"The first button was wrong, so we have to fix it."

Yang Soryeong was also firm, as her own life was on the line.

"I have no intention of getting your consent. Since it was a fraud from the beginning, I will be the one to annul it. Think about it carefully and see me at the White Hall Great Light tomorrow."

"Hmph! It won't go as you wish!"

Grind...!

Bai Yandu gritted his teeth.

Yang Soryeong gave a slight bow and turned away. It was a courtesy for the connection they had had as fiancés.

Seeing that, Bai Yandu went wild.

After Yang Soryeong left, silence fell in the prison.

Bai Yandu's situation was miserable.

He had lost everything overnight, from being the Young Sect Master of the White Mountain Sect. More than anything, he felt like he would go crazy at Yang Soryeong's betrayal.

Clank.

The outer prison door opened again.

Rustle.

A White Mountain Brigade member disguised as a jailer entered, picked the prison door lock, and released the shackles.

"There will be someone waiting if you go through the east gate. Please get out quickly."

Bai Yandu snapped to his senses.

'As long as I get out.'

If he mastered the Blood Sun Sword Manual and struck down the Qinghai Hall disciple and that brat named Baekji, Yang Soryeong would be his.

Bai Yandu slipped out of the prison and climbed over the east gate wall.

A person in night clothes was waiting and gestured.

"Come this way."

He followed the person who was wearing a long robe and night clothes.

When he had left the valley and was on the hill leading into the mountain, a person descended from the night sky.

"...?"

"Who are you?"

The person in night clothes drew his sword but then stopped his movement.

Thud,

Tumble.

His head rolled off, and he collapsed.

"...!"

Bai Yandu gathered his internal energy in both hands and glared at the ambusher.

It was an old man with all red hair.

The old man looked Bai Yandu up and down and said, "Kehehe. A soul exchange? Oh my! You were eaten instead?"

The red-haired old man said something incomprehensible and then waved his hand.

The smell of blood rushed in, and Bai Yandu lost consciousness.

"It turned out for the better. The Cult Leader will be pleased."

The red-haired old man tucked Bai Yandu under his arm and disappeared.

(End of Chapter)