The Regressed Young Master’s Guide to Living on Easy Mode

Chapter 129 : Learning the Correct Way to Use the Profound Other (16)

There is a sensation you feel when you get used to fighting.

It looks quiet at first glance, but there's a tension that touches the skin.

On days like this, I usually can't sleep, so I came out.

As I walked through the forest, I saw the Sword Demoness, who was still training in the lotus position. As if she had felt my presence, the Sword Demoness opened her eyes and turned her head towards me.

"Jae-ha."

"Why are you still not sleeping?"

As I got closer, the Sword Demoness brushed back the hair that had come down below her ears and answered.

"Because I don't have enough time to sleep."

"..."

I had nothing to say. Because I knew whose fault this was. I continued to walk. The Sword Demoness naturally followed behind me. How long has it been since we took a walk together? And not long after, I was able to find another person who was not sleeping.

It was the Mad Demon. The Mad Demon, who had spotted us, said.

"I woke up because I was hungry."

That's right. The Mad Demon had simply woken up from sleep because he was hungry. For some reason, my tense heart relaxed.

As I was walking again to get some fresh air, I was able to meet another person.

The unit leader of the Mad Wind Unit.

"Gura-jeul?"

"It's Gurat."

"Why are you out?"

Gurat looked up at the sky instead of answering. I also looked up at the sky.

And I couldn't help but let out an exclamation of admiration.

"Oh!"

The sky of the Central Plains is also beautiful, but the sky seen from the desert was indeed different.

"Ah."

"Wow."

The Sword Demoness and the Mad Demon also let out shallow exclamations of admiration.

In the sky I looked up at, there was a road made of countless stars.

"It's called the Milky Way. In our Tianzhu, we believe that if you follow the path that the road of stars points to, you will find God."

"Really?"

"That's right."

To me, it just looks like a slightly beautiful sight made of a collection of stars.

Just then.

The Sword Demoness, the Mad Demon, and Gurat's expressions hardened at once, and they looked at one place.

The fishy smell of blood carried by the wind.

Among those here, there was no one so unskilled as to not be able to smell blood.

Except for me.

So, I, who had realized the reason a step later, watched the forest.

This time too, the three of them ran towards the forest before I could realize anything.

It was quite inconvenient not being able to use my internal energy properly.

For now, I also followed the three.

And what I found was a man who had collapsed with arrows embedded in his back and legs.

Gurat approached the man and put his hand on his nose.

"He's dead."

Gurat briefly put his palms together for the man and then got up. His expression was as stiff as when he had looked up at the sky earlier.

"This may be a hasty guess, but the way that man died is very similar to the hunting method I often used when I was a warrior chief."

"A hunting method?"

"Yes. We release a bait and drive it to the point where it's just about to die. Then the bait leads us to another bait. We called this tail-catching."

What Gurat was talking about now must be human hunting. If he had done this in the Central Plains, he would have become a public enemy of the martial world, but this was Tianzhu. A society where classes exist. Therefore, hunting humans, that is, the slave class Shudras, was legal.

And my prediction was exactly right.

Gurat ripped the dead man's outer garment. At that, a certain pattern was engraved on the right side of his chest.

"As expected, this man is a deserter."

It seemed that a tattoo was engraved when one was reduced to a Shudra.

"If so, there is a high possibility that Kshatriya-class soldiers are chasing them to catch them now. It's only a matter of time before this place is discovered!"

A moment after those words ended.

The Mad Demon put his ear to the ground. The Mad Demon's expression hardened as if he had heard something. Seeing that, the Sword Demoness also put her ear to the ground.

"Someone is coming this way. The number is estimated to be about 50."

The Sword Demoness got up and continued.

"The distance is about 3 li. What should we do?"

The Mad Demon supported this.

It was the words of none other than the two of them. Along with what Gurat had said, this was likely to become a reality soon.

The Sword Demoness and the Mad Demon were looking at one side, and on the sandy ground, there were bloodstains that were presumed to be the path the man had come from.

Gurat continued.

"If they come, the people here will also all die like this man. To them, the people here will only be seen as deserters."

In the end, if they faced the ones who had chased this man, there was no other way but to run away.

This fight is a game of tag that ends the moment you are caught.

Even if they fight back, they will eventually be found, and even if they run away, finding a place to hide in this Tianzhu, breaking through their surveillance, would be like plucking a star from the sky.

Unless the stars in the sky tell us the way.

A fight with an already obvious result.

Nevertheless, Gurat said.

"Go, Central Plains person. I will somehow block this place."

"You?"

Gurat had already touched his innate qi in the fight with me. He looked fine on the outside, but what was visible was by no means everything.

"Please let me atone for the sins I have committed myself."

When Gurat whistled briefly, the Mad Wind Unit, the former warriors of the Secret Cult, gathered here in an instant. They were all armed, as if they had been preparing for this situation to come at any time.

As I looked at them, I vaguely remembered a similar experience.

To be precise, I don't remember what the situation was.

Looking at them, my stomach churned, and for some reason, I was angry.

In this situation, there was only one way I could choose.

The Sword Demoness and the Mad Demon said to me.

"Jae-ha, let's go."

"Captain. They'll be here soon."

"Alright."

I answered and moved my feet. The people of the village were preparing to leave, as if they had been told when they came. It seemed they also knew that something like this would happen.

However, there were also those who did not leave.

The old and sick who had difficulty moving.

And the patients who had been injured before and had difficulty moving.

They saw us off. However, there was no sign of fear of death on their faces.

They rather wished us blessings for our future.

"May the stars be with you."

"May blessings be with you in your future."

"May you be filled with happiness."

"May freedom be with you in your future."

The sound of swords clashing was heard.

It seemed the group that had been chasing the man and Gurat's party had met.

We left the forest. The good thing was that since it was night, there were no birds in the sky.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

A moment later, a regular vibration was felt from the sand.

Looking back, there were people chasing us on camels.

It seemed they had gone around Gurat's party and were chasing us directly.

The number was considerable.

The Sword Demoness stopped.

"Go first. I'll follow soon."

My mood got even worse.

I ran away, mixed with the villagers.

"The rest, turn around and chase the Shudras!"

The Sword Demoness blocked them, but another presence was heard.

The Mad Demon immediately jumped in the opposite direction.

"Captain! Go first!"

With a huge roar, the sand shot up.

My mood turned even shittier.

I was running forward, but it felt like I was sinking under the sand.

As I was running forward like that, a monk in red clothes blocked my way.

"Amitabha!"

What was felt from the monk was a strong hostility.

The monk looked at us and frowned.

That gaze was no different from looking at a bug.

And my senses, engraved by experience, told me the monk's martial prowess.

'Transformation Realm.'

If my body were in a normal state, it wouldn't have been a big crisis, but as it was now, it was like the King of Hell was standing there.

Even if I fought, it would only be like hitting a rock with an egg.

Just then, the people of the village stepped in front of me.

I just stared at them blankly.

A woman said to me like this.

"We'll block them, so run away."

It was the woman who had come to greet me with her child during the day. Next to the woman, the child was trembling but sticking close.

Besides the woman, there were others who spoke to me. They were also the ones who had thanked me during the day.

"Thanks to you, we were able to survive and bury our families. Fortunately, we can repay the favor."

It wasn't because of me. It was purely because Fatima had let herself be caught, and the guy had lost interest in me.

"The people of Tianzhu never forget a favor."

I had done nothing for them.

But they risked their lives for me.

"Go! At least you are not someone who should die here. It was the first time. That someone risked their life to help us Shudras."

In the past, I had also had an experience like this.

I remembered.

-Go. It was the first time. That someone taught me that there was something I wanted to protect with my life.

That memory was about me.

To be precise, it was me before I felt jealous of my junior sister.

I think I know the reason why I'm in a bad mood.

I asked myself.

Why are you running away?

To survive?

Because you think you can live a life of honey if you just live?

I asked again.

My life before I felt jealous of my junior sister.

My life after my dantian was broken by my junior sister.

And my life when I first set foot in the Divine Cult.

Which life do you want?

Is living a life of honey truly the life you want!

If so, run away!

And survive tenaciously!

"Fuck."

I stopped my feet.

I looked up at the sky.

The road of stars was still passing through us.

I expanded the resonance that was happening in my body.

My great meridians, which had been empty, were instantly filled with internal energy. Soon, my fine meridians were also filled with internal energy.

My body felt like it would explode at any moment.

But I didn't stop.

In his childhood, there was a young boy who wanted to be a hero.

That boy, wanting to be a hero, became the young leader of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.

The boy ultimately could not become a hero.

At the end of his escape, he decided to live a life of honey.

But the boy...

Still had not given up on being a hero.

Swish.

Yoo Jae-ha ran towards the red martial monk.

Roar.

The resonance that had occurred in Yoo Jae-ha's body grew.

Thump.

It rode the air and reached someone.

The monk who had lost hope was walking along the road of stars. In the eyes of the monk who was looking at the stars, a light of hope was visible.

The martial monk in the red robe flew and was embedded in the sand. His waist and legs were bent at a strange angle, and he seemed to be dead.

Yoo Jae-ha just stared at it blankly. Because it was not his doing.

Yoo Jae-ha was looking at the wrinkled hand that had blocked his fist.

He was looking at its owner with surprised eyes.

"Amitabha."

The sound of chanting the Buddha's name of the Central Plains, which he had heard for the first time in Tianzhu.

The old monk asked.

"Child, what is your relationship with the Dragon God Lord?"

The rampaging energy in my body was subsiding. It was certain that the old monk in front of me had done it. As far as I knew, there were only two people under the sky who could do such a thing. One of them was cooped up in Xinjiang right now.

"Great Master Dharani?"

"That's me, but you're not answering my question."

"I see. I should change the question. Child from the Central Plains, is the Dragon God Lord your father?"

"No."

I knew the Dragon Emperor, but I swear I had never heard of the Dragon God Lord.

"Really not?"

"Yes."

"Damn it!”