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

Chapter 176 : Moyong Yoo Goes to the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult

Although he had left home, he had nowhere to go.

Murong Yoo was trudging through the marketplace.

"Buy skewers! Cheap and delicious chicken skewers for only three nyang! If you buy two, it's five nyang!"

Murong Yoo stares blankly at the skewers.

Grumble.

Unfittingly for the unnecessarily gloomy atmosphere, his instincts were faithfully doing their job.

Murong Yoo's gaze shifts to one side.

"Mom! That!"

There was a child a year or two younger than him.

The child was whining at a woman.

"Do you want to eat skewers?"

"Yes!"

The woman was fully accepting the child's whining. Murong Yoo's gaze shifts to the side.

"Yoo-ah's dad, Yoo-ah says she wants to eat skewers."

A sturdy man puts his hand in his pocket. It seems he is planning to buy skewers.

The child looks at the man with expectant eyes.

"If I buy you this, you have to listen to your mom! Promise!"

"Yeah! It's a promise!"

It is a picture of a loving family.

"Who on earth do you take after to like eating so much?"

"Don't you think she takes after you? Since long ago, whenever you came from the market, you always had to buy something to eat."

"I couldn't help it, right?"

"That's right! Mom is too much of a nag!"

"What's with that way of talking? I'm not buying it for you."

"Cancel! I cancel it right away!"

It was a sight that could be commonly seen around.

Murong Yoo was looking at the happy family more intensely than when he was looking at the skewers earlier.

Tsk!

He kicked the innocent ground for no reason and was about to leave. It was then.

The sensation of being gently wrapped from behind.

A smell that always feels good whenever he smells it.

"Yoo-ya, did you want to eat skewers?"

Murong Yoo snuggled into the arms of the woman who had wrapped him.

"Why did you come out when you're busy? You always refused when I asked you to go to the marketplace!"

The woman looked at her whining son with infinite love and smiled brightly.

"I had some time today."

The woman extended her hand to her young son, who only came up to her waist. Murong Yoo shyly held his mother's extended hand.

Although his anger had not yet subsided, he did not want to be caught feeling good upon seeing his mother.

The woman, finding her son's appearance cute, smiled brightly again.

Murong Yoo had already noticed that the reason his mother had smiled was because of his awkward appearance.

So he took the strength out of his clasped hand to release it.

"Are you going to let go?"

At the woman's appearance, who asked with a completely dispirited voice, Murong Yoo sighed and put strength back into his clasped hand.

"Sigh. You're going to get scolded by the retainers for slacking off again!"

"This mother is the head of the family, who would scold me? Let's go. It's been a long time since I've been on an outing with my son."

When the woman walked, Murong Yoo followed her excitedly, as if nothing had happened.

When they arrived at the skewer vendor, Murong Yoo said proudly.

"Give me skewers! Two of them!"

It was by no means that he had bought two because the child just now had bought one.

He ate one skewer himself and gave the other one to his mother.

After that, Murong Yoo had so much fun on his outing with his mother after a long time that he had even forgotten that he had been angry until just now.

But he would flinch from time to time, and whenever he did, there were happy families nearby that he had seen earlier.

And so, when the sun was about to set, Murong Yoo returned to the family.

His mother went straight back to the family head's hall to do the work that had piled up for the day.

Murong Yoo returned to his room and lay down on the bed.

"Yeah. What kind of runaway is this?"

Murong Yoo, who had grown up without a father early on, had no choice but to mature faster than others.

His mother was always buried in work.

But it wasn't that she had abandoned him.

The mother that Murong Yoo had seen was a person who lived more diligently than anyone else. But she was also a person who did not take care of herself.

So Murong Yoo decided that he had to take care of his mother.

Because that is family.

"The whining ends today."

He would go back to being a well-behaved son.

Although he was still curious about his father, he could roughly guess from the fact that his mother was not talking about it.

He must have been a bad guy.

Because his mother was pretty even in his young eyes.

The Sword Empress grandmother had said that many flies are attracted to pretty flowers.

Unfortunately, it seemed his mother had a very poor eye for men.

He wanted to grow up a day sooner and lighten his mother's burden even a little.

The next day, Murong Yoo, with a renewed mind, headed to the training ground.

Many martial artists were engrossed in training.

The energy emanating from them was at least close to first-rate.

It was worthy of being called the best family under the heavens.

The people in the training ground, upon discovering Murong Yoo, greet him.

But their gazes towards Murong Yoo seemed somewhat displeased.

Murong Yoo, as if he were used to this treatment, went to a corner and took a seat. And he began to train diligently. However, his movements were somewhat awkward.

At most, would it be third-rate?

A rather lacking appearance to be called the successor of the best family under the heavens.

Perhaps because of that, soon, the sound of people mocking Murong Yoo was heard from here and there.

"Is that the successor?"

"I heard he was picked up."

"The family head's bloodline can't be like that."

"Hey, hey! He's looking this way. He must have good ears for a wretch."

"Hmph! A half-wit! What can he do?"

"Stop teasing him. He's going to cry."

"Kikiki."

Murong Yoo just looked at the people who were insulting him and then focused on his own training.

The sun set, and people left the training ground one by one, but only Murong Yoo remained alone and continued to train.

Then, flop, Murong Yoo collapsed on the training ground.

"Hah, hah."

Rough breaths burst out from Murong Yoo. He didn't even have the strength to lift a finger now. Murong Yoo's surroundings were soaked with sweat.

Murong Yoo's expression, as he lay on the training ground and looked at the sky, was infinitely refreshed.

He didn't seem to be thinking at all about the people around him who had been badmouthing him earlier.

Murong Yoo, who had cooled down his sweat for a while, gets up.

"Ugh!"

He adjusts his clothes and heads to the family head's hall. Although it was a night when everyone was asleep, the light in the family head's hall was not turned off.

Murong Yoo, who had reached the front of the door, was about to go in at the sound of documents being turned over from inside, but he came back out.

Inside the door, Murong Seryeong looked at the door for a moment and then shifted her gaze back to the documents. Because she had a mountain of work to do. A single telepathic message was heard in her ear.

-Don't worry about Yoo. I'll go see him.

-Thank you, master.

* * *

It wasn't that Murong Yoo hadn't thought about the fact that his martial arts achievements were slower than others.

He had also suspected that it was because his biological father, as others said, was a person so insignificant that he could not even be expressed in words.

Whenever that happened, his mother would say.

-Yoo-ya, your father is a very great person. So even if you are slow now, if you keep trying, you will also be able to become strong like your father.

Murong Yoo, of course, did not believe those words literally.

It must be an empty word to comfort him.

Still, sometimes when he was feeling down, there were moments when he wished he had such an insignificant father. Just like now.

The reason he had gone to the family head's hall before was also for this reason.

"Haa."

Murong Yoo, who had let out a sigh, roughly washed himself in the well and was walking down the road for a walk before returning to his room.

"You young brat, the ground is going to sink already."

Murong Yoo turns around abruptly. He confirms one person and reveals a bright face that he has never shown before.

"Sword Empress grandmother!"

"Have you been well?"

The Murong Family, befitting its name as the best family under the heavens, had many guests staying, and among them was the Sword Empress.

One of the top masters of the Righteous Faction who had reached the Profound Realm, along with the Divine Monk.

"Did you resolve the matter of the Sword Pavilion well?"

"Yes. You seem to have grown taller while I wasn't looking."

"It's only been a month."

"Children grow up quickly in a month."

"I'm the same. Both my height and my martial arts."

Upon meeting the Sword Empress, Murong Yoo let out a complaint that he usually didn't. The Sword Empress accepted Murong Yoo's complaint with a benevolent smile.

"Although you may be slow now, you will be rewarded for your efforts someday."

"Lies!"

"Haha. You are the only one in the martial world who ignores this old woman's words, Yoo-ya."

"I just complained once."

"You young brat have matured too quickly. At times like this, you can cry in this old woman's arms."

"If I cry, mom will be sad. So I don't cry."

"Come here. Let me hug you after a long time."

Murong Yoo was held in the Sword Empress's arms. His heart relaxes at the cozy smell that is different from his mother's. Murong Yoo asked in a small voice. As if he were careful not to let his current question reach his mother.

"Grandmother, is my dad really not a gambler, a loafer, a drunkard, or a gigolo?"

"Why do you think so?"

"There are rumors around... and my martial arts don't improve like an ordinary person..."

"Hehehe. It seems you're getting impatient."

Ten years old.

A lot if you say a lot, and a little if you say a little.

But in a martial family, ten years old was also an age sufficient to judge a person's talent as a martial artist.

Among his peers, there were many who were already being called prodigies and geniuses, and there were also those who had a martial prowess that Murong Yoo could not even dare to look at.

"I want to become strong."

The Sword Empress felt her clothes getting wet. The Sword Empress silently stroked Murong Yoo's head.

"I'll become strong and beat up all the guys who made fun of me! And I'll punch the dad who abandoned my mom in the face!"

"I can't grant the latter, but I can grant the former. Shall this old woman do it for you?"

"No. I'll do it myself. That way, I'll feel refreshed!"

"Then, this old woman will have to do something else today."

Murong Yoo, whose eyes had suddenly become bright, looks up at the Sword Empress. The Sword Empress, finding that appearance cute, messed up Murong Yoo's hair even more.

"Are you going to teach me a new martial art?"

"No. I'm just going to tell a story today."

"A story?"

"Yes. A story about the Murong Family. As a successor, you should know, shouldn't you?"

Murong Yoo, whose eyes had become even brighter at the word 'successor', said.

"Tell me!"

"Hmm, where should I start? Yes, I can start with this. Yoo-ya, you know that the Murong Family is the best in the northern region, right?"

"Of course!"

In the past, the Demonic Cult had unified the Righteous Faction and had returned to Xinjiang.

The Murong Family had quickly occupied that empty spot and had taken control of the northern region, and could now be called the best family under the heavens.

This was something that no one living in the current martial world did not know.

"Then, you must also know this. That the Murong Family is actually one of the branches of the Demonic Cult."

"What?"

The Sword Empress's words, which she had brought out nonchalantly, were enough to cause a stir in the young and innocent Murong Yoo's heart.

The Demonic Cult?

Wasn't the Murong Family a Righteous Faction?

"Ah! It would be more accurate to say the Divine Cult, not the Demonic Cult. And this is a secret, but my disciple, you see. She was an elder of the Divine Cult."

Huh?

That gentle mother?

That day, thousands of carrier pigeons flew up into the sky at once from the Divine Cult, which had been quiet after entering Xinjiang.

The content written on the carrier pigeons was this.

[Recruitment of students for the Divine Cult Kindergarten]

-Do you want to become strong?

-Do you want to become the strongest?

-Then come to the Divine Cult.

The Sword Empress continued.

"Do you want to know where your father is?"

"Do you know, grandmother?"

"Of course I know."

"Where is he?"

"The Heavenly Demon Divine Cult."

(End of Chapter)