Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 57

Ajok kicked the staggering Senior Oh's butt.

"Senior Oh, get a grip! The enemy is still here!"

"Ouch! That's where I was stabbed too!"

Senior Oh, his mind clearing, clutched his butt and jumped.

It wasn't just Senior Oh. Everyone had suffered injuries, both large and small.

"Everyone, focus! The enemy is still here."

Ajok shouted.

In the five-zhang space in front of the prison, Yang Soryeong, her disciples, the Swift Wind Brigade members, and others were surrounded by the Blood Corpse Brigade, with a wall of fire blocking them.

Although Zhong Jia didn't know it, the Blood Corpse Brigade's greatest weakness was fire.

The Blood Corpse Lord gritted his teeth. He could just wrap himself in his protective energy and break through the flames, but the Blood Corpse Brigade could not.

He had no intention of going out alone and rushing into the enemy camp.

"Kehehe. You're trying all sorts of things. It will only prolong the time."

Quan Bai and his secret escorts had also hidden inside the wall of fire during the chaos.

When the secret escorts staggered and fell, Quan Bai shouted in surprise, "Oh no, they've been hit!"

The two's faces were pale.

Quan Bai hurriedly pressed their acupoints to stop the poison from spreading.

Nangong Zhao and Zhang Li were also covered in blood, and it was a wonder they were still standing. The same was true for the remaining Swift Wind Brigade members. There were only four of them left.

Zhang Li shed tears of anger.

It was the first time he had experienced his comrades, who were like brothers, dying in such a large group. In the meantime, the martial world had been peaceful, and there had been no cases where the Martial Alliance had directly engaged in a large-scale armed conflict.

Although he had participated in battles where dozens of people were mobilized during his martial force days, the opponents were mostly bandits, pirates, or third-rate dark path sects, so the Martial Alliance's martial force had usually suppressed them one-sidedly.

Zhang Li's pride was shattered in an instant.

"Kehehe. Let's see how long you stay in there."

The Blood Corpse Lord had no intention of chasing the enemies he had cornered.

He could catch them anyway when the flames died down.

"Surround them. Don't let a single one escape. I will make them all sacrifices for the corpse poison."

As the Blood Corpse Lord was giving an order to the Blood Corpse Brigade leader, a voice was heard from the prison wall.

"Who started the fire?"

Baekji, with a bamboo staff stuck in his back, stood on the wall and was glaring this way.

The Blood Corpse Lord immediately had a hunch that he was the Honored One of the White Mountain Sect.

'A brat who carries a bamboo staff at a young age.'

But this brat was a master whose martial prowess was difficult to measure?

He couldn't believe it.

"What? What's this rotten smell? Is it you?"

Baekji, grasping the situation, kicked off the wall and flew.

Seeing that, the Blood Corpse Lord abandoned his dismissive attitude, raised his 'Corpse Rot Poison Palm' to its full ten-tenths, and rushed to meet him.

A pale blue corpse poison energy shot out first.

Baekji, who was flying through the air, pulled out the bamboo staff from his back and swung it.

Ssae-aek!

'With just a bamboo staff?'

His corpse poison energy was difficult to break through even with a decent sword or saber's strong energy. But a bamboo staff.

However, the Blood Corpse Lord's thoughts were immediately cut off.

The bamboo staff split the corpse poison energy and the Corpse Rot Poison Palm and accurately struck the side of the Blood Corpse Lord's face.

Thwack!

It was a speed and strength that the Blood Corpse Lord could not do anything about.

"Keo-eo-eok!"

As the Blood Corpse Lord, who had unknowingly screamed, flew to the side, a yellow tooth popped out of his mouth.

Then, the Blood Corpse Lord, who had been thrown to the ground and had rolled a few times, twitched once and then stretched out.

"..."

"..."

Both friend and foe were at a loss for words.

Quan Bai was even dumbfounded. To knock down a master whom he and two peak masters had almost been defeated by with a single blow.

'That's not the True Realm. It's the Transformation, no, the Profound realm!'

Quan Bai was reminded of the Martial Alliance Leader, Zheng Yunbai, from Baekji's martial prowess.

The only master of the Profound realm he had met was the Martial Alliance Leader, Zheng Yunbai.

Although Zheng Yunbai had not said with his own mouth that he was at the Profound realm, he had guessed so because he knew that he had won a fight against the 'Demonic Saber', one of the top ten masters known to be at the Transformation realm.

The Blood Corpse Brigade leader, who had been momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events, came to his senses and shouted, "That brat, everyone, kill that brat! We'll take him with us!"

The Blood Corpse Brigade members rushed towards Baekji like madmen.

Baekji flared up.

"What? Take me with you? You half-dead brats want to take me with you?"

The enraged Baekji wildly swung his bamboo staff.

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

It was a one-sided fight. With each swing, the Blood Corpse Brigade members were thrown back a zhang or so. There was even one who flew three zhang and rolled.

At the overwhelming martial prowess, the brats who were far away instinctively retreated and tried to run away.

Baekji did not miss those brats either.

He rushed in an instant and knocked them down by striking their heads.

A moment later.

Baekji, who had finally beaten up the last remaining Blood Corpse Brigade member, withdrew his hand.

As Baekji was about to put the bamboo staff on his back, he frowned. He had beaten them so much that the bamboo staff smelled of rotting corpses.

"Ugh, it stinks."

Baekji threw the bamboo staff away.

In the meantime, the wall of fire had died down, and gaps had appeared here and there.

Yang Soryeong and the others came out through the flames.

"Master!"

Jang Sam, who was moved by seeing Baekji's true martial prowess, cried out emotionally and ran to hug him.

Thwack!

Baekji held out his palm and pushed Jang Sam's face.

"You're covered in blood. Stay away."

Jang Sam, who knew that Baekji's clothes were incredibly expensive, hurriedly retreated.

Baekji asked Yang Soryeong, "Master, what are all these brats?"

"I don't know either."

Quan Bai interjected.

"These are Blood Sect members. That person is undoubtedly the Blood Sect's Eight Great Demonic Legions' Blood Corpse Lord. I don't know how many masters have died from his corpse poison energy."

At the words 'Blood Sect members', Baekji frowned.

His forehead throbbed.

"These brats are Blood Sect members? What? That brat's condition is strange."

Baekji looked at the Blood Corpse Lord and tilted his head.

The Blood Corpse Lord was twitching, and a pale blue energy was rising from his body like a haze.

When a Swift Wind Brigade member approached with a sword, Quan Bai shouted, "Don't get close."

As soon as the Swift Wind Brigade member retreated, with a 'pshishik' sound, the Blood Corpse Lord's body melted.

"Ugh, why is he doing that?"

Senior Oh felt like he was going to vomit and covered his mouth. His abdomen had been cut, and he was afraid his intestines might spill out if he vomited.

Quan Bai said, "Perhaps the Honored One's single blow twisted his meridians and ki and blood, and the corpse poison invaded his entire body. It is a side effect of the corpse poison."

As if to prove it, the Blood Corpse Brigade members also quickly decayed, turning a pale blue color one by one.

Baekji scratched his head.

A master like the Blood Corpse Lord would not lose consciousness from a single blow of a bamboo staff. The bamboo staff that Baekji had swung contained force. If hit, one's ki and blood would be twisted, and their meridians would be distorted. That was why they had fallen one by one with a 'thwack'.

He had unintentionally committed a mass slaughter.

Baekji said to Yang Soryeong, "I didn't kill them. They killed themselves."

"I know. You did well."

At Yang Soryeong's words, Baekji tilted his head. For her to say he did well when he had killed people.

Yang Soryeong's face looked somehow different.

'The master has changed.'

Baekji asked Quan Bai, "We meet again? For someone with a strange preference, you know quite a lot. What's your name?"

'Divine Pen' Quan Bai had become someone whose name was worth asking, from a stray dog of the martial world.

"Ahem. I am called Quan Bai, whom my friends call 'Divine Pen'. And my preference is not that way. Please do not misunderstand."

"Divine Pen? That's a grand moniker. Are you one of the top ten masters?"

"Not one of the top ten masters... 'Divine Pen' is a moniker given because my calligraphy is more outstanding than my martial arts."

Although Quan Bai had usually prided himself on being at least in the middle of the top one hundred masters, he was embarrassed to boast of his martial prowess in front of Baekji and had downplayed it.

Although Baekji spoke informally, he spoke half-formally.

Baekji, having heard what had happened, said, "Where is the old man in the lower building? And Menghua?"

"I do not know where they are."

* * *

Kwa-kwang!

The cliff finally collapsed, and a cloud of dust rose.

"Ah, Great Hero Tie Guang!"

Menghua shouted without realizing it.

A moment later.

In the place where the dust cloud had cleared, Tie Yantai and Jian Yi were standing.

Xuesha was nowhere to be seen.

The appearance of Tie Yantai and Jian Yi was not very good.

"Was that brat always this strong?"

Xuesha had deliberately collapsed the cliff and had gotten away.

When Jian Yi asked, Tie Yantai shook his head.

"He wasn't this strong. It seems he has raised his internal energy by burning countless blood in the meantime."

"Umm."

Jian Yi let out a groan.

"The Young Cult Leader is not here, and the enemy has returned stronger."

The faces of the two men hardened heavily.

The two Divine Generals had not been able to catch one of the Blood Sect's Right Guardians, Xuesha. Not knowing that the fake True Man Changshan, the Left Guardian, Huansha, had died, they could not help but feel heavy-hearted.

Since the Blood Cult Leader's martial arts were much higher than the left and right guardians, it was understandable.

On the other hand, the Divine Cult was in a crisis. The Young Cult Leader was missing, and it was not known when the Cult Leader would ascend to heaven.

The Eight Great Clans were gradually revealing their ambitions, forming factions, and openly at odds with each other.

It was a situation where the cult could break apart as soon as the Cult Leader ascended to heaven.

"Why did you call me?"

Before going to the White Mountain Sect, Tie Yantai had sent a carrier pigeon to the Western Divine General, Jian Yi, asking him to come.

Jian Yi had come to Zhaojia County and had Hongyan watch the White Mountain Sect, and then, upon receiving the urgent report that Xuesha had kidnapped Menghua and that Tie Yantai was chasing him, he had immediately followed.

"The Honored One of the White Mountain Sect is a master of the Profound or the 'Life and Death Realm'."

At Tie Yantai's words, Jian Yi's eyes widened.

"What?"

"I... used all my strength but was defeated."

Tie Yantai sighed inwardly and then told the truth. He couldn't bring himself to say that he had been beaten from the beginning.

"Just because you were defeated doesn't mean he's at the Profound realm."

"..."

The realm after the True Realm was difficult to define as to who was at what level.

Even within the same Transformation realm, the level difference between individuals was very large. Depending on one's enlightenment, one person could handle two or three Transformation masters.

Tie Yantai did not answer. Jian Yi could tell from Tie Yantai's expression without having to hear the answer.

Tie Yantai was a straightforward person. If he said so, then it was so.

Jian Yi did not ask further.

"Profound, Life and Death Realm... It's dumbfounding. Is that possible at that age? Is he a divine general who has descended from heaven?"

The only masters of the Profound realm that Jian Yi knew of were the Young Cult Leader and the Martial Alliance Leader, Zheng Yunbai.

Although the righteous path talked about the top ten masters as absolute masters, he had thought that they were no better than himself.

The Cult Leader was an immeasurable existence.

"If that person is a master of the Profound realm, does that mean he is on par with the Young Cult Leader?"

Tie Yantai shook his head.

"The Young Cult Leader was at the Life and Death Realm."

"..."

Jian Yi did not ask back.

Among the Four Divine Generals, the Young Cult Leader was particularly close to Tie Yantai. The only person who could enter and leave the Young Cult Leader's residence without permission was Tie Yantai.

So, Tie Yantai's words must be right.

"If that person is really at the Profound realm, we can't subdue him with just the two of us."

Tie Yantai nodded. The reason he had called Jian Yi in the first place was because he had thought that the Honored One of the White Mountain Sect might be the 'reincarnation' of the Blood Cult Leader or the left and right guardians.

His prediction had been wrong, and the reason he had called Jian Yi had also disappeared.

"In the end, it was fortunate. What would have happened if you had met Xuesha alone?"

"We would have taken each other out."

"Don't say such things. How disappointed would the Young Cult Leader be if you were not there when he returned?"

As the two were talking, Hongyan came up, carrying Menghua.

"I can't release her acupoints at all."

Jian Yi examined Menghua and then pressed her acupoints to release them.

Hongyan and Menghua prostrated themselves.

"Hongyan and Menghua are grateful for the grace of the two Divine Generals."

"Get up."

At Jian Yi's words, Hongyan and Menghua stood up.

Menghua said, "I have applied the 'Thousand Li Tracking Incense' to that brat."

"Is that true?"

Jian Yi asked as if it were amazing.

"...Yes."

In fact, Menghua had not applied it. Since her acupoints had been continuously hit, she had not been able to.

Coincidentally, when Xuesha had groped Menghua's chest, the Thousand Li Tracking Incense had gotten on his palm.

Menghua always applied the Thousand Li Tracking Incense to her chest.

Since Hongyan knew the reason, she laughed inwardly.

'You crazy thing. Anyway, thanks to that, you've achieved merit.'

"That brat must be caught and killed."

He was a brat who had groped her pure chest as if kneading dough. Menghua gritted her teeth.

Jian Yi said, "You have dealt with the situation swiftly and have caught the tail of the Blood Sect, so your merit is great. Continue to do so in the future. I will contact the cult and have them give you a reward."

"Thank you."

"Step back for a moment."

Jian Yi moved Hongyan and Menghua far away and said to Tie Yantai, "The appearance of Xuesha means that the Blood Sect is already on the move. What should we do?"

"We must find the Young Cult Leader first."

"Who doesn't know that? It's already been almost a year. It will be difficult to find him easily."

"I will stay at the White Mountain Sect for now. Brother, please chase after Xuesha."

"The White Mountain Sect?"

"If the Young Cult Leader knows that the Blood Sect has appeared at the White Mountain Sect, he will surely come, so I will stay there in the meantime and find out the identity of the Honored One of the White Mountain Sect."

"I understand."

To chase the Thousand Li Tracking Incense, a trained 'Yellow Weasel' was needed.

The Yellow Weasel was at Hongyan's safe house in Zhaojia County. Jian Yi left with Hongyan to get the Yellow Weasel.

"Are you alright?"

Tie Yantai glanced at Menghua and then, without waiting for an answer, led the way.

Menghua followed demurely.

As the two were entering the lower building of the Songhua Hall, Baekji stood in their way.

"What nerve do you have to come back?"

Baekji glared with wide eyes.

(End of Chapter)