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

Chapter 134 : Hwangcheonju vs. Yoo Jae-ha (2)

It felt a bit awkward to call it the richest city in Tianzhu.

It was definitely different from other places.

Water, which was not easily seen in the desert, was flowing freely through the water pipes, and people were using that water as they pleased. Next to the water pipes, green plants and animals were situated.

And the worries and anxieties that I had seen in the nearby villages could not be found on the faces of the people.

On the outside, it was a paradise on earth.

But what should I say.

Should I say that all of this is unnatural?

I found one of the causes.

The expressions on people's faces... were gone.

If it's hard, it's hard.

If you're happy, you're happy.

The joys and sorrows that are naturally revealed as you live.

They were not showing any emotion, as if the sense of emotion had been removed.

And the various birds that were strangely located all over the village.

I didn't like that gaze for some reason.

Just then, a bird flew into the sky with a flutter. At that moment, a wave of emotion arose from the people of the city.

A faint ripple on a calm lake.

I don't know where it started, but the emotion of fear was spreading throughout the village.

I wondered 'why?', and the young old man and Gurat had tense expressions, as if they knew something.

A moment later, dust rose from the end of the road. What was making the dust were martial monks in red kasayas who were riding camels and rushing towards this side.

The number was about ten.

The road of the city could be said to be wide if it was wide, but it wasn't wide enough to ride camels.

It was about the right size for four or five people to stand side by side.

It was only natural that the people on the road were in a state of confusion at the sudden appearance of the group of camels.

And the martial monks on the camels were running at full speed, as if it didn't matter at all that there were people on the road.

The people were busy avoiding to the sides of the road so as not to be trampled by the camels.

"No!"

Just then, I saw a woman urgently looking back and shouting. Following her gaze, a child was crying and looking for his mother in the middle of the road. It seemed he had let go of her hand while avoiding the crowd earlier. The woman jumped onto the road without hesitation. I raised my head and looked at the martial monks on the camels. They were whipping the camels and increasing their speed even more.

The people were just looking at the scene pitifully, and not a single person stepped forward. Moreover, some were accepting this scene as a matter of course.

I had no intention of interfering in another country's culture. Each has their own circumstances.

If it weren't for the child, I wouldn't have interfered.

Because the child is innocent.

Swish.

I kicked off the ground and stood in front of the woman who was protecting the child.

Even seeing me blocking their way, the martial monks on the camels, instead of reducing their momentum, increased their speed even more, as if they were planning to trample me as well.

I extended my arm towards the camel as it was.

Boom!

A tremendous weight was felt from my arm.

I could see that they were planning to abandon not only the woman and me, but also the camel's life.

If I tried to hold on like this, I could hold on enough.

I could also save the mother and daughter, which was my initial purpose.

But if I did that, the camel would die.

Its body would explode from the repulsive force of the force equal to the speed it had been running at.

Just as the child was innocent, the camel was also innocent.

-The reversal of heaven is ultimately just a type of power. The point is in the balance of both directions.

I remembered one of the countless words the mister had said. I had succeeded in the world of the mind, but would this be possible in reality?

I created the same force as the force I felt from the camel by performing a thousand-pound drop on the ground.

And I offset the force coming from the ground and the force coming from the camel.

Hmph!

With a gust of wind, the camel stopped in its tracks and stood still at my stroking hand.

"Good boy. Good boy. Good boy."

"What was that just now?"

"Did the camel stop on its own?"

Listening to the murmuring of the people, I calmed the camel down.

At that, Baek-ah, which was wrapped around my wrist, wriggled. I had recently felt that Baek-ah was a rather jealous guy.

Even though he shows his private parts to others.

When I took my hand off the camel's head, the vibration I felt from my arm also disappeared.

I said to the woman who was protecting the child.

"It's okay now, so go."

The woman ran away from me as if she were running away in a hurry.

Usually, if you help like this, you get a short bow or a 'thank you'. I didn't help expecting that, but I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Or maybe the kindness I had received so far had made me used to this.

The martial monks got off the camels. They spoke to me without any sense of guilt for having tried to trample a child and a mother to death just now.

"This is a sanctuary where only the priests who serve God can enter. Those who do not believe in God cannot set foot here. Outsider, do you believe in God?"

I had met such people in the Central Plains sometimes. They would ask the same question as these guys, 'Do you believe in God?'. Even if I refused, saying 'I don't believe,' they would follow me to the end.

It seems the origin of those guys is here.

No wonder, no matter how much I beat them up in the Central Plains, they would pop out like cockroaches.

"I don't believe."

There is no god in this world.

There are only humans who pretend to be gods.

"Then you cannot enter this place. Go back immediately."

"Wait a minute. I came to make a deal."

"A deal?"

"Yes. You guys, you're looking for the former leader of the Secret Cult, right?"

"H-How did you know that?"

I grinned and pointed to the sky.

"God told me."

"Oh, oh, oh! O God. Amitabha!"

At one joke, the guys all started praying to the sky at once. I decided not to joke again.

After about a quarter of an hour, the guys returned to their original state.

I put my arm between the armpits of the young old man behind me, lifted him up, and showed him to the guys.

"Here! Here is the former leader of the Secret Cult! So let me meet your god, the current leader of the Secret Cult."

The opponent's eyes grow cold.

"Are you trying to make a fool of me!"

"Huh?"

I am being extremely serious right now.

"How is this kid the former leader of the Secret Cult?"

"You don't recognize him? What do you guys call it?"

"Reincarnation?"

"Yes! He said he reincarnated."

"You scoundrel!"

The guy shouted at me. At that, the guys behind him surrounded me and aimed their long spears at me.

"Reincarnation is a miracle only allowed to God! You have just blasphemed God! Blasphemy is the most serious crime! Immediate execution!"

"No! This kid is really the former leader of the Secret Cult! Old man, say something!"

"Young martial monk. This old man is indeed the former leader of the Secret Cult."

"Now you're even using a child to commit blasphemy! You will be executed immediately!"

As soon as the words ended, the guys all attacked me at once.

Is this right? If it were the past me, I would have been flustered.

But I am no longer flustered by such trivial misunderstandings. Because I understand why this result came out.

It must be because of that damn law of causality or whatever.

It's definitely not my fault.

It seemed I could no longer talk to these guys. That's right. With these guys. The higher-ups would be different.

The old man I saw, although his appearance had changed, the soul inside was the same.

In the old man's terms, it was the mind's eye or something. Anyway!

If a guy who can look into that mind's eye comes, all this misunderstanding will be resolved immediately.

I lightly extended my arm and gently placed my fist on the opponent's solar plexus.

"You committed blasphemy with such a weak force!"

I opened the fist that was on his solar plexus.

"Twin Poles Application."

Explosive power.

Boom!

With a true step, the nameless martial monk flies away. Since I had appropriately controlled my strength, there was no unfortunate incident of his stomach being pierced. But since I had given him a considerable shock, he might have to live with diarrhea for ten days?

At the same time as this attack of mine, spear strikes came from all sides.

I didn't bother to pay attention to these attacks.

Because I had felt two people rushing this way since the guy had said 'immediate execution' or whatever.

Five long spears are cut off as they are.

Thwack.

The Sword Demoness landed on the side.

The remaining long spears are shattered with a crackle.

The Mad Demon landed next to me.

Left Mad Demon, right Sword Demoness.

It's a reliable feeling I haven't felt in a long time.

Our kids have grown up well.

"Should I kill them?"

"Should I knock out their teeth?"

It seems they grew up a little violently, but a Demonic Path practitioner should have this much spirit.

"No, we came here to talk. We shouldn't beat people up carelessly."

"If Jae-ha says so, I understand."

"Me too!"

Hyeonjang, who had been watching all this, could find a strange part in the words just now.

'You've already beaten them all up, haven't you?'

But Hyeonjang didn't bother to say anything. All three of them were currently in a state of qi deviation.

In the first place, they probably didn't even know what they were doing.

Also, the reason he had purely followed the words of these madmen was also to get himself captured.

It was unlikely, but if he gave his life, the guy might release the common people he was holding.

That was the best he, as a former comrade of the hero who had once saved the Western Regions, could do.

* * *

That's right. Hyeonjang had come here on his own, knowing everything.

To sacrifice himself.

And since the guys who were in qi deviation would cause chaos if they ran wild in the world, if they died with him, this would also be for the sake of the world.

But this level of rampaging was beyond his imagination.

A group of martial monks comes.

The madman, as he had done until now, lifted him up and asked them.

"Let's make a deal! I've brought the former leader of the Secret Cult."

"You scoundrel! To commit blasphemy!"

Poof!

Another scene of one-sided violence ensues.

The girl called the Sword Demoness had a refreshed expression as she swung her sword.

The child who had taught him that there was paradise.

If he could use his enlightenment, he could have returned that child to her original state. The appearance he could roughly see showed that her mind was completely stained with qi deviation.

'In the end, her killing nature has dominated even her mind.'

Because a normal person doesn't smile while cutting people with a sword.

Hyeonjang this time looked at the other side.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking was constantly heard. On the face of the man who had done it, a broad smile was hung.

"This is fun! I've always wanted to have a brawl like this!"

Hyeonjang closed his eyes tightly and looked at the cause of all this situation.

The biggest mistake he had ever made.

"My kids! Good job! Good job! Huh? That guy is wriggling?"

Thwack!

"Alright! That's refreshing! Always what?"

"Confirm the kill!"

He doesn't participate in the fight himself, but that flimsy mouth of his is constantly moving.

A red light was faintly visible in his pupils, and it was certain that that guy's mind was completely broken now.

The fact that he didn't touch ordinary people at least made Hyeonjang let out a sigh of relief.

"Sigh."

A situation where a sigh comes out on its own.

Just then, someone else came.

Hyeonjang, seeing the approaching opponent, unknowingly took a deep breath.

Gasp!

Because the being who would recognize him had finally come.

'I can finally end this tiresome life.'

"I am one of the Eight Legions..."

Swish.

The Mad Demon kicks off the ground.

The opponent's eyes were looking directly at the Mad Demon's eyes.

The Mad Demon extended his fist, and the opponent's face was accurately turned halfway to the side.

The opponent spat on the ground with a thud!

Whether his mouth was torn or he had bitten his tongue, quite a lot of blood pooled on the ground. And in it, a single white tooth was also floating.

The Eight Legions have a very special class in the Secret Cult.

They had the authority to execute even the Brahmins, the highest class except for the leader, on the spot.

"You scoundrels, you will be executed immediately."

Hyeonjang looked at the sky and laughed dejectedly.

The negotiation was off the table.

"Hehehe. It's a catastrophe!"

(End of Chapter)