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

Chapter 141 : Their Respective Circumstances, Dragon Emperor's Story (2)

The day before the meeting was held.

Blue Heaven Master Uiji-ryong, who also served as the head of the Uiji Family, was meeting with his law enforcement officer.

Sama Shin-gi, who served as the head of the Sama Family and the law enforcement officer of Blue Heaven, slowly opened his mouth.

"Finally, tomorrow, the Righteous Faction will also come to an end."

"It's been a long, long time."

If they had only considered their actual military power, it would not have taken them this long for the Chaotic Heavenly Society, to which they belonged, to occupy the Righteous Faction.

Was it only the Righteous Faction?

From the Unorthodox Faction and the Demonic Cult to the Blood Cult and the Asura Cult.

The power they had accumulated was more than enough to deal with all of them.

But the reason they had only been watching until now was only one.

Confirmation of the life and death of the current Dragon God Lord.

In the Chaotic Heavenly Society, there were twelve beings, each of whom was outstanding enough to be considered the best under the heavens of their time.

Why were they all gathered in one place?

The strong do not tend to flock together.

A tiger always walks alone.

Moving in a group was a symbol of submission that only the weak could show.

They too had fought in the past to show off their strength.

But their strengths were almost evenly matched.

In the end, their fight ended without a clear result.

This was what was known to the public.

There was a separate truth.

The fight dragged on.

As time passed, it became more fierce and desperate.

There was a method they had chosen to end their fight, and that was an alliance.

The Central Plains, which had been split into twelve by the twelve beings who called themselves the heavens, was finally divided into three.

Each of the four heavens formed an alliance, but the fight was more fierce than before, if not worse.

The lives of ordinary people became more impoverished, and the royal authority of the country at that time was not strong enough to protect them.

In the midst of that, a being who called himself the Dragon God Lord appeared.

And the fight came to an end.

No one knows exactly how it ended, but peace had come.

300 years have passed since then.

The masters of the twelve heavens had died, but their successors were still continuing, and to avoid repeating the failures of the past and to stand against a common enemy, they united under one heaven.

That was the Chaotic Heavenly Society, a group created by the gathering of several heavens.

And now, the death of the current Dragon God Lord has been confirmed.

A while ago, the current Heavenly Lords had confirmed the body themselves.

To be more precise, it would be more accurate to say that the current Heavenly Lords had gathered and killed the Dragon God Lord themselves.

"I never would have thought the current Dragon God Lord was a woman. It gives me the creeps just thinking about it now. I wonder what would have happened if she had been born a man."

"There is no one to stop us now."

"Hehehe. That's right. Ah! How is the investigation on the woman going? It would be troublesome if she had left behind a bloodline."

"Don't worry. We have confirmed that there is no successor."

"Hehe. It's a great achievement in 300 years. The Chaotic Heavenly Society is also at its limit. It can be said to be a miracle that peace has continued until now."

The strong who had enough power not to have to be together.

At the point where the external factors that had been oppressing them had disappeared, there was only one thing they would choose.

"We'll eat the Righteous Faction."

Grind.

"And we'll strike the Black Heaven, which has been an eyesore since the old days. Are the preparations ready?"

"We have prepared perfectly. We have even received confirmation from Jeokcheonju that he will be with us."

"Tomorrow, everything will be over. The Righteous Faction too."

A place where all the key figures of the Righteous Faction gather.

He was planning to kill everyone there.

"The Black Heaven too."

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The head of the Uiji Family, Divine Sword Uiji-ryong, opened his mouth with a good-natured smile.

"You want to create a Martial Alliance?"

A favorable reaction.

The Divine Monk chanted the Buddha's name and thought that this matter might go well, unlike what he had thought.

"Amitabha. That's right."

Also, the Divine Monk thought that if the Righteous Faction united as one, he didn't have to be the leader.

Because the most important thing at this point was not to become the leader, but to strengthen the power of the Righteous Faction.

"We actually have the same thought. If we continue to eat away at ourselves like this, the past will only be repeated by the Demonic Cult."

A short conversation.

But the Divine Monk was convinced that the man named Uiji-ryong was looking at the same form of the Righteous Faction as himself. He said to strike while the iron is hot. The Divine Monk decided to make the proposal himself.

"If you wish, we are willing to give the position of the leader of the Martial Alliance to the New Rising Five Families."

"Oh! We would be grateful, but will the key figures of the old Righteous Faction stand still? To be honest, the people here..."

It was normal for the Divine Sword to trail off. Because among the people here, except for himself, the Wudang Divine Sword, and the Sword King, they could be said to be outsiders.

"Don't worry about that. If this meeting ends successfully, I will persuade them somehow."

"If we had known that the Divine Monk was so dedicated to the Righteous Faction, we would have extended our hand first. Because we have been eating away at ourselves with a fight for our own interests all this time."

"It's enough that we know each other's hearts now. It's not too late."

"Hmm..."

The Divine Sword, who was thinking for a moment.

He soon opened his mouth again.

"We have heard very well what the Divine Monk thinks of us. We also want to follow the Divine Monk's opinion, but if we do that, there will surely be opposition. And that is not the true harmony we want. At this point, I would like to propose one thing. How about we gather all the representatives of each sect here and have a vote?"

"A vote, you say?"

"Yes. We have confirmed that we have the same mind. There is no need to drag on time. Let's have a fair vote and decide the leader right here. Because time is gold."

The Divine Monk had not known that the Divine Sword was such an open-minded person. At this, the Divine Monk stood up from his seat, clasped the Divine Sword's hand, and repeatedly thanked him, chanting the Buddha's name.

"Thank you. I don't know how fortunate it is that there is a person like you in the Righteous Faction. Amitabha."

"That's what I wanted to say. Since there are only five of us here, let's call the rest of the old martial world here. Let's have about half a quarter of an hour to discuss among ourselves and take a break."

"Alright."

"We will be waiting here."

"Alright."

The Righteous Faction party that had come with the Divine Monk came out of the tent and returned to their original camp to deliver the story from inside.

The heads of each sect of the Righteous Faction were also happy that the story had gone well, and they also agreed to proceed with the vote as it was.

Above all, at the point where they had proposed a vote, it was as if the New Rising Five Families had indirectly claimed that they were not interested in the position of the leader.

There were a total of ten heads of the old martial world, and five of the New Rising Five Families.

If the vote proceeded as it was, it was obvious who would become the leader.

After half a quarter of an hour, the fifteen heads representing the Righteous Faction gathered. The subtle psychological warfare flowing between them was unavoidable as martial artists.

Especially if all the people in this place were martial artists who had reached the Transformation Realm.

Just then, Divine Sword Uiji-ryong opened his mouth.

"Before the vote, I would like to propose one thing."

The result of the vote was already a set value.

The Divine Monk answered.

"What is it?"

"To promote friendship, how about we each choose a representative and have a simple martial arts contest?"

This kind of friendly act was a common practice in places where agreements between sects were made.

And this was also proof that a smooth agreement had been reached between them.

"Alright."

Usually, in such a friendly martial arts contest, it was a basic principle for the second or third in command of each camp to step forward.

However, this case was a little different.

"On our side, I will step forward myself."

"You yourself?"

In the New Rising Five Families, the Divine Sword's position was that of a leader.

Uiji-ryong smiled good-naturedly again and answered.

"I haven't had a chance to warm up recently. If not for an opportunity like this, when would I warm up?"

"That's also true. Then... on our side."

Just then, Uiji-ryong looked at the Divine Monk and said.

"How about the Divine Monk and I have a simple match? I have been practicing martial arts while looking up to the Divine Monk since long ago."

It was not basic courtesy for the Divine Monk to have a martial arts contest himself in a place like this just because he was an object of admiration. Naturally, a slight murmur arose from the old Righteous Faction group.

"Amitabha."

At the sound of the Buddha's name echoing inside the tent, the murmur subsided at once.

The Divine Monk gladly accepted the Divine Sword's proposal.

"Then, how about we have a simple match of three moves?"

"Thank you for accepting my rude proposal."

"Not at all. I am rather grateful."

And so, the martial arts contest was arranged.

And from the perspective of the old martial world, they were also curious about the martial prowess of the Divine Sword, who was the leader of the New Rising Five Families.

Above all, not a single person thought that the Divine Monk would lose.

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There was no special martial arts stage. There was no time to make one either.

The two took their places in an open space, and the people of each camp surrounded them in a circle.

A circular space was naturally created.

The Divine Monk, as a senior in the martial world, proposed one thing to the Divine Sword.

"How about you attack three times, and I block them?"

"Is it alright for me to do so?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

The traditional three-move martial arts contest of the martial world.

The Divine Sword placed his sword at the center of his body.

It seemed he was going to show a heavy sword at first.

The Divine Sword kicks off the ground. As expected, his movement was not that fast. Also, the position of the sword was also constantly located at the center of his body.

The Divine Monk was waiting for the Divine Sword to approach with his hands clasped.

The Divine Sword swung his sword at the Divine Monk as it was.

The Divine Monk gently extended his arm and received the sword.

Grind.

Unexpectedly, the force contained in the sword was considerable.

After the first move ended, the Divine Sword said.

"As expected of the Divine Monk."

The Divine Monk also said with admiration for the Divine Sword.

"You also delivered a great blow."

"Then, I'll go for the second move."

He raised his sword above his head. If the previous one was a heavy sword, this time it meant he would perform a fast sword.

Slice.

As expected, the sword was swung quickly.

It was a clean blow that any martial artist who had polished their sword could not help but admire.

The Divine Monk took half a step back, pressed his palm against the flat of the sword, and then lightly turned his hand to push the sword to the side.

The standard of the Pear Blossom Grafting Art, which suppresses the strong with the gentle.

It was no exaggeration to say that the movement the Divine Monk had just shown also contained all the basics of a martial artist who had polished their fist.

At the two's movements, which were close to the standard, exclamations of admiration for each other came out from each camp.

Now only the last third move was left.

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The atmosphere was definitely flowing well.

The respect for martial arts that they sent to each other.

Perhaps because they were martial artists, as soon as the martial arts contest began, their hostility towards each other also clearly subsided.

However, Eun Ga-young was an exception.

Like an ugly duckling left alone on one side.

Unable to blend into the atmosphere, Eun Ga-young was looking at one side.

A man who had been strangely bothering her since a while ago.

He, who was observing the surroundings with indifferent pupils, seemed to have no interest in the world. The strange sense of disharmony and familiarity felt from him.

The strange thing was that she felt she had received this feeling from somewhere.

Come to think of it, what is the Sword Emperor doing now?

He had said it would take about a month, but even though it was getting close to a month, the Sword Emperor had not returned.

The Sword Emperor had told her to take care of today's matter well.

Eun Ga-young turned her gaze back to the martial arts contest. The third move was just about to take place.

Just then, the person on the other side of the martial arts contest showed a suspicious movement. He puts his hand in his bosom. He quickly takes something out. Who was it? Yes. It was the one who had introduced himself as Divine Brain Sama Shin-gi.

That person was aiming something he had taken out of his bosom in the direction of the Divine Monk. It looked like a long tube on the outside. Sama Shin-gi pulled the string attached to the back as it was.

At that moment, a bundle of hidden weapons was shot without any sound.

Moreover, she only knew that something had been shot, but she couldn't see it flying.

Thud, thud.

The hidden weapons are embedded in the Divine Monk's body, and cough! The Divine Monk vomits blood. At the same time, a sword is swung with a slice.

A head rolling on the ground.

Eun Ga-young's eyes, who was looking at it, were wide open.

The man who had been catching her eye since a while ago.

The man who had introduced himself as Yong Ma-pae.

The one called Divine Brain, who had just shot the hidden weapons, fell to the ground with his neck lost.

An action that no one had expected.

Yong Ma-pae said in a low voice.

"Further chaos is troublesome, Blue Heaven Master. It is not yet time."

At that moment, the character for wind appeared in the pupils of Uiji-ryong, who was about to throw a killing blow at the Divine Monk.

A fierce wind blew from his body.

"You scoundrel! Grey Heaven! How dare you betray me!"

Uiji-ryong immediately flew towards the Divine Star.

(End of Chapter)