Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 48

Boom-!

Bai Renguang, who had heard the messenger's report from Yu Mungwang, slammed his fist down in anger.

Crack.

Even without any internal energy, the thick padauk table split in two.

"This bastard! He planned this from the beginning! This swindler-like bastard!"

Grind.

He gritted his teeth.

As soon as Bai Renguang had left the White Mountain Sect, he had persuaded Mei Zhongjun. He had proposed that they eliminate Baekji together in exchange for handing over three prefectures in northern Sichuan.

Mei Zhongjun had also come to his senses after getting away from Baekji.

Although he had been toyed with by Baekji as if possessed after the initial blow, he was also the master of a sect.

It was humiliating. If he could, he wanted to turn back time. But the water was already spilled. He had to tear Baekji to shreds and restore his honor.

The two tigers had joined hands.

As soon as Bai Renguang had joined hands with Mei Zhongjun, he had attacked the barracks of Mo Dahou and Hu Yeonjo during the night camp.

The quick-witted Mo Dahou and Hu Yeonjo had already fled.

Although Hu Yeonjo had escaped with only his body, Mo Dahou had disappeared with thirty of his subordinates.

Still, the combined forces of the White Temple Brigade and the Great Light Brigade were one hundred and seventy. With the addition of the hundred from the White Mountain Brigade, they had secured a force of two hundred and seventy.

To this was added the main force of three hundred from the Meixian Fang.

Six hundred well-sharpened swords.

Still feeling it was not enough, as soon as they had arrived at the Yang Merchant Guild, they had purchased thirty rounds of the 'Thunderclap Bomb', a taboo in the martial world.

Yang Jongu had handed over the Yang Merchant Guild and had disappeared somewhere.

Although he had tried to take Mae Yeoncheong, Mei Zhongjun had not allowed it. It was because he needed Mae Yeoncheong to have a pretext to take over the Yang Merchant Guild.

In the end, Yang Jongu had left alone.

Mei Zhongjun had sent Mae Yeoncheong and his step-granddaughter, Yang Zhaoling, to the Meixian Fang and had set up a 'mountain of swords and a forest of blades' at the Yang Merchant Guild with Bai Renguang.

And he had waited for Baekji to come.

But...

He had not come.

And now, he was telling him to go home.

"He took my house and is telling me to go home? Is this bastard mocking me?"

Grind.

Bai Renguang gritted his teeth once more.

Yu Mungwang said calmly, "The estate only has about fifty escort warriors. We can just attack and break it."

"Are you sure Yandu is not in that brat's hands?"

Bai Renguang had ordered Yu Mungwang to get his son, Bai Yandu, out. Although Yu Mungwang had waited for Bai Yandu at the rendezvous point, he had not appeared even after the rendezvous time had passed.

To find out what had happened, he had gone back along the escape route and had seen the body of his trusted subordinate with his throat cut.

There were no signs of a fight.

"He is not in the estate. The bribed jailer said he definitely saw him escape. The mole left in the estate also reported that he had searched here and there for the Young Sect Master for a while. It is certain that the Young Sect Master has left the estate."

"But where did he go?"

"With the Young Sect Master's martial arts, he can overcome any danger. The proper order is to first retake the estate and then send people to look for him."

That was right.

But.

'How can I retake the estate when that brat is holding out?'

As a master recognizes a master, the only ones who knew the true terror of Baekji were Bai Renguang, Mei Zhongjun, and Wu Tai.

The rest did not have the skill to properly know how absurd an absolute master was.

As Bai Renguang's worries deepened, a subordinate came and reported, "Fang Master Mei has come."

Mei Zhongjun had come.

Bai Renguang's head spun rapidly.

If Mei Zhongjun found out that Baekji was not coming and that they had become a kite with its string cut, he might back out.

"No one must know this fact. Let's just you and I, Mungwang, know."

It meant to kill the messenger who had brought the news.

Although Yu Mungwang flinched, he soon bowed his head and went out.

Soon after, Mei Zhongjun entered.

Mei Zhongjun glanced at the split padauk table and then sat down in a chair on one side.

"Still no news of the Young Sect Master's whereabouts?"

"Sigh... what a child."

Bai Renguang let out a sigh.

Mei Zhongjun put on a sympathetic expression and said, "The Meixian Fang will also look for the Young Sect Master's whereabouts. For now, we must focus on catching that brat."

"I know."

In terms of seniority, Mei Zhongjun was higher. Since his situation was not good, Bai Renguang was lowering himself and treating him as a senior.

"A message has come from Huashan. They say ten Plum Blossom Swordsmen are coming."

"...!"

The Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Swordsmen.

The strongest swordsmen of Huashan.

Ten of them.

Bai Renguang could not help but be surprised.

"They say the Sect Master was enraged upon hearing the news that the Twin Swords of Meixian were defeated by that brat."

Bai Renguang had lied that Baekji had killed the Twin Swords of Meixian.

Although the Twin Swords of Meixian were secular disciples, they were of the same generation as the Huashan Sect Master. They were the young martial brothers that the Sect Master, Shangye Zhenren, had raised, wiping their noses.

'Were those brats that important?'

Although he felt a pang of guilt, he pretended not to know and just listened.

If Mei Zhongjun found out that Bai Renguang had actually killed them, he didn't know how he would react. He might even turn his sword and strike Bai Renguang.

"So, what I'm saying is... how about we strike first?"

"What do you mean?"

"The martial force of the White Mountain Sect is all here now, isn't it? Since there are only escort warriors in the estate, we only need to catch that one brat."

"..."

Bai Renguang stared at Mei Zhongjun.

'He knows that brat's skill, so what is he talking about? What is his scheme?'

"The six hundred from the White Mountain Sect and the Meixian Fang martial force! Ten Plum Blossom Swordsmen! If the sworn brother of Sect Master Bai in southern Sichuan joins in? No matter how much of a master that brat is, he will have to give up his head."

Bai Renguang's eyebrows twitched. He thought he knew Mei Zhongjun's scheme.

Mei Zhongjun, who had taken over the Yang Merchant Guild, wanted to move the battlefield to the White Mountain Sect.

'He wants to monopolize Xi'an, is that it?'

It was not a bad proposal for Bai Renguang either.

As time passed, the fact that Baekji was not coming would become known. Then, Mei Zhongjun might change his mind.

There cannot be two tigers on one mountain.

Perhaps he would try to eliminate Bai Renguang and absorb the White Mountain Sect's martial force.

'The die is cast anyway. Whether I live or die, I have to break that brat!'

Bai Renguang calculated on his abacus.

The Five Dragons Divine Lord, Wu Ziqing, who ruled southern Sichuan, was a greedy man.

If he offered him the southern territory, he would come running like a madman.

No, he might even try to unify Sichuan on this occasion.

'If I use that greed?'

Wu Ziqing did not know that Baekji was an absolute master. If he put him at the forefront and poured down the Thunderclap Bombs?

There were also the Plum Blossom Swordsmen, and Mei Zhongjun and Wu Tai.

If he could put the troublesome brats in front of Baekji, have them all ground down, and then take Baekji's head himself at the end...

He could take over the whole of Sichuan and even southern Shaanxi for free.

As greed took precedence, his judgment became clouded.

'With this much military force, isn't it worth a try, no matter how much of an absolute master he is?'

Once he thought he could do it, it gradually hardened into conviction.

It is human nature to believe what one wants to believe.

"Alright! I was tired of waiting anyway. Let's contact the Five Dragons Fang."

* * *

Zheng Qing opened a sweet shop.

Yang Soryeong and Baekji left the White Mountain Sect and went to Zhaojia County.

On the way, Yang Soryeong asked, "Did you plan this from the beginning?"

"No."

When Baekji answered vaguely, Yang Soryeong stopped walking and asked with a serious expression, "Answer me seriously."

"Yes."

"What do you mean, 'yes'? What did I ask?"

"Aren't you asking about sending Bai Renguang to Xi'an?"

"That's right."

Yang Soryeong thought that Baekji might have psychic powers.

Baekji answered obediently, "I sent him to find something out in Xi'an. But he took three martial force brigades and is just dawdling. I don't need a useless brat."

"The White Mountain Sect is just an empty shell now. If it was going to be like this, I didn't need to become the White Mountain Sect Master in the first place."

"It was necessary then."

"But it became unnecessary in an instant?"

"That's just how the world works."

When he answered so calmly, Yang Soryeong was secretly furious.

Moreover, for him to talk about the world like an old man, she was dumbfounded.

"Do you think the Grand Sect Master won't come just because you told him not to? He'll come back to retake the White Mountain Sect, won't he?"

"He might."

"I'll just give it to him. Since the marriage is also off, I will live freely now."

"..."

When Baekji didn't answer, Yang Soryeong started walking again.

She thought as she walked.

'The White Mountain Sect was never mine in the first place. It's right for me to leave.'

Baekji was thinking of something else.

After taking the pill given by True Man Changshan, his head had become clear.

No, should he say that a wave of fulfillment had washed over him and then subsided, and his consciousness had found its balance?

When he was the pure Baekji, he had lived just looking at the reality in front of him. When he had awakened as the fierce Baekji, he had been engrossed in finding his identity.

'I might not be able to find my memory.'

There was nothing wrong with the blood flow in his brain or the flow of his ki. It wasn't that his ki and blood were blocked or reversed due to cultivation insanity.

In that case, the only remaining possibility was that his brain itself had been mutated for some reason. In that case, he would not be able to find his lost memory.

He had also suspected the Soul Exchange Grand Technique, but the possibility was low.

Memories are engraved in the soul and reside in the seven hundred.

The reason the fierce Baekji's habits had come out after taking the Qingling Huanhun Pill was because his own residual souls, which had been scattered in the seven hundred, had gathered. This meant that there was no other soul besides Baekji himself.

'Reversal of aging.'

Baekji was thinking that it might be reversal of aging.

Although there were many stories about reversal of aging, it was not known what happened when one underwent reversal of aging.

'What if it's not just getting younger, but the body is transformed? What if the brain itself also returns to its original form?'

Could it be that as the brain itself had changed, the previous memories had disappeared?

Since the body had not completely disappeared, only a faint trace of the previous personality or habits would remain.

In Baekji's opinion, his state was exactly like that.

"What are you thinking so hard about? Are you unhappy that I'm giving up the sect master's position?"

Yang Soryeong spoke to him.

Baekji looked at Yang Soryeong and thought.

'She's so pretty, but I have no feelings.'

Although he was at an age where his blood was boiling, he didn't see Yang Soryeong as a woman. He hadn't even flinched when Hongyan or Menghua had openly seduced him.

'I've lived through it all once, so I'm not interested.'

The more he thought about it, the more weight was given to reversal of aging.

'If it's reversal of aging, it will be useless even if I find my identity.'

He didn't know who he was, but if he went and appeared, saying, 'I've become young', would they say, 'Oh, really?' and accept him?

If he couldn't regain his memory, it might be a torment to live in a way that befitted that status.

Baekji remembered the dream of a battlefield where blood and severed limbs were flying.

'Did I really live such a life?'

He didn't want to live like that.

The reason the fierce Baekji had not killed was probably because of the personality he had lived with as the pure Baekji.

'Although I have undergone reversal of aging, I have become a different person. In that case, I will live a different life with a different personality.'

"What on earth are you thinking? Say something, say something."

Yang Soryeong was frustrated and poked Baekji's side.

"Ouch!"

"Don't be a baby!"

Yang Soryeong glared.

Clear, large eyes.

In those eyes, he saw the gaze that had held out a dumpling on a cold winter day.

He felt a renewed sense of relief.

If the person he had met then had been a perverted murderer, his own soul, which had been like Baekji's, would have been immediately stained with that personality.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Yang Soryeong was embarrassed when Baekji looked at her with a strange gaze.

"Tell me. It would be better if I quit being the sect master, right?"

"No."

"You said you don't need power anymore."

"Bai Renguang and Mei Zhongjun won't leave us alone."

"Even if I give back the sect master's position?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"They were humiliated. Those brats were the heads of their sects, but their pride has fallen to the ground. If they don't recover it, they can't live with their heads held high."

"..."

"Those kinds of brats, you either have to keep hitting them and completely break their spirit, or, swish!"

Baekji made a gesture of slitting his throat with the side of his hand.

"You have to send them away for it to end."

When Yang Soryeong thought about it, it seemed so. Martial artists lived by their reputation.

"Should we run away?"

"Leaving your mother behind? They'll harm her."

"..."

"We have to run away together, but we have to run away as soon as we open the shop?"

"..."

"Will they leave the maids and servants of the estate alone? They might cut off the heads of a few people to make an example, saying they followed us. The Seven Plums will surely die."

"The Seven Plums have to come with us too."

"Mother and the disciples, and the Seven Plums... ah, we have to take Zhong Jia too. Since the number of people is not small, it won't be easy to run away."

"Then what should we do?"

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Yang Soryeong looked mournful.

"There's no choice. We have to give those brats a proper education until they come to their senses."

(End of Chapter)