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

Chapter 47 : Blood is Thicker Than Water (3)

Winter is special to Hyeok Sa-wol. Because the only few memories he has are related to winter.

The Heavenly Demon Cult, or the Demonic Cult as it is called, was, as everyone knows, both in the past and the present, a place of survival of the fittest.

Among them, the fight with blood relatives over the position of Young Lord could be said to be inevitable.

Therefore, looking at it historically, when someone sat in the position of Young Lord of the Heavenly Demon Cult, death always followed.

It was the same in the days before Hyeok Sa-wol was the Heavenly Demon. No! At that time, when they were trampled by the Orthodox Faction, it was much worse than now.

And at that time, everyone recommended Hyeok Sa-wol's half-brother, Yoo Jin-seong, as the Young Lord.

Even in the young Hyeok Sa-wol's eyes, Yoo Jin-seong was a person who possessed a talent of a heaven beyond heaven that could not be described with the word 'genius'.

He also thought that Yoo Jin-seong should be the Young Lord, but since he was also of the Heavenly Demon's bloodline, he could not avoid the Young Lord competition.

Finally, the Young Lord competition approached.

Hyeok Sa-wol knew that he had no chance of winning this match, but he went up to the tournament stage. Because he was also a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Cult and of the Heavenly Demon's bloodline.

Now, the only fate left for him was to die on the tournament stage. Because that was the end that all the losers in today's duel had to reach.

And on that day, Hyeok Sa-wol ran away from the Heavenly Demon Cult with his half-brother, Yoo Jin-seong.

-Sa-wol. Let's go.

His brother had said, holding out his hand to him.

-Let's run away.

Who would have imagined it?

The position that everyone wanted to climb.

The position that everyone wanted.

If you just climbed to that place, you could have everything.

Gold and silver treasures, peerless beauties, and all but absolute power.

But there was a person who was giving that up.

-If it's a position I can only climb by killing you, Sa-wol, I don't want it either. Can you kill this brother?

He couldn't answer. Because if he were in his brother's situation, he might have just killed his brother.

At that time, Hyeok Sa-wol was weak, and he had no choice but to grab his brother's hand. And so, he ran away from the Heavenly Demon Cult. It wasn't that he went far.

On the day of the Young Lord match, he came out to the capital, ate skewers, ate gukbap, looked at this and that, and spent his time very peacefully.

It felt like he was dreaming.

And yet, a sense of anxiety was always kept in a corner of his heart. Because he knew all too well that this dream was a dream that would eventually be broken.

-Are you afraid when this brother is here? Don't worry. I will protect you no matter what.

At those words, his anxiety subsided a little. And finally, the thing he had been worried about happened.

His father and the elders appeared, leading the elites of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

Hyeok Sa-wol thought that everything was over now.

Of course, his father was showing an anger he had never shown before.

He could also vaguely tell that if someone had to die in this place, it would be him.

Just then, his brother stepped forward.

And he said.

"The Heavenly Demon Cult has been a law of the strong since ancient times. So come at me. I am the Heavenly Demon Cult!"

"What are you talking about, you ugly thing?"

Hyeok Sa-wol was wearing a human-skin mask now.

"Ahem! Kids these days have a free-spirited way of expressing themselves."

"Mister, you didn't have any friends when you were young, did you?"

Hyeok Sa-wol was startled. Because he actually didn't have any friends. Who could be friends with the direct lineage of the Heavenly Demon?

"So you grew up to be a bad adult who snatches skewers from kids."

He thought about revealing his identity now, but he couldn't end the amusement he had been having every time today.

"If you don't attack, I'll just go."

"I said alright. Let's go. Look at him not giving up the skewer until the end."

Since it was something he had started, Hyeok Sa-wol approached it with a generous heart.

The kid looked to be about 13 years old. His nephew was also cute at this time, but lately, perhaps because of puberty, he had become quiet.

In the old days, it was cute when he would gobble up the side dishes he was given, but these days, when he tries to give him some, he just stares at him intently.

Hyeok Sa-wol vaguely knew that there was a problem with his nephew's change other than puberty.

It must be because of his stagnant martial arts for three years.

It was amazing that he had reached the end of the Transcendent Peak at an age where he was not even an adult yet, but his nephew didn't seem to know how to be satisfied. That's why Hyeok Sa-wol thought that his nephew should be the Young Lord even more.

Above all, the meaning of the Transcendent Peak and the Demonic Zenith were completely different.

This was not something that could be achieved just by being taught.

All the people who had reached the Demonic Zenith had overcome the wall of the Transcendent Peak in their own ways.

Some said they had re-learned the basics from the beginning, some said they had crossed the wall by continuously increasing their internal energy, some said they had focused on external arts, some said they had just been running all day, some said they were just practicing a technique and then suddenly, and so on.

There was no right answer to reaching the Demonic Zenith.

You had to find your own way.

Although there were people who could never find it in their lifetime, Hyeok Sa-wol believed that Yoo Jae-ha would reach the Demonic Zenith.

"Mister, if I hit you, you can't ask me for treatment fees later."

It was a phrase he had heard for the first time in a long time as the Heavenly Demon. When was the last time he had been hit by someone? He couldn't even remember.

But the child's movements were unusual.

Swish.

The foot that kicks off the ground is light. And he is moving with his center of gravity firmly on his lower body. This meant that he was perfectly controlling his current speed, and it also meant that he could change direction and produce an even faster speed at any time.

A movement that followed the basics very well.

'Good!'

It had been a long time since he had been satisfied watching someone's martial arts. He didn't know who the master was, but he had taught him properly.

Thwack!

As if it were a single motion, he kicks off the ground and then sends a kick towards him. Hyeok Sa-wol dodged it by tilting his head back.

"You dodged this? How dare an ugly mister?"

Is this what kids are like these days? Although he had experienced it once and knew, it was a tone he couldn't get used to. But for some reason, he thought that that arrogant tone suited that child quite well.

"Little girl, are you from the Heavenly Demon Cult?"

"Yes. Are you also from the Heavenly Demon Cult, mister?"

"That's right."

"Hmph! Don't think I'll go easy on you just because of that. I'm serious about this skewer."

Looking at it in a good way, she was cheerful and lively. Looking at it a little differently, she had no manners.

It seemed that that child's master had only taught her martial arts and not her character. That's why he liked her even more.

Because that was the Heavenly Demon Cult, which was called the Demonic Cult.

"I'm serious from now on."

At those words, Hyeok Sa-wol, without realizing it, had an expectation. And at the following movement.

For the first time, his pupils widened.

The energy in his body all gathers at the Yongcheon acupoint. The conversion of energy is fast and clean. And there is no unnecessary waste. The energy gathered at the soles of his feet explodes.

Pow!

The body is shot forward like a cannonball.

The eyes pop out in all directions.

It's rough. It's a movement that is less stable than before. But because it is unstable, it includes irregularity.

He couldn't predict what would follow that movement.

If the opponent hadn't been Hyeok Sa-wol, that would have been the case.

Just before the floating foot was about to perform the next motion, Hyeok Sa-wol moved first and grabbed the foot. He was about to slam her into the ground right after.

Thwack!

At that moment, the kid's foot wrapped around his arm. As if she had expected this situation.

At this, Hyeok Sa-wol is surprised once again. It was natural that her response was fast, and the strong sense of weight felt from her arm. It was the Thousand-Pound Drop. If he had tried to endure it, he could have endured it, but Hyeok Sa-wol was curious about what would come next and let himself be pulled along by the child.

To try to throw him over by grabbing the arm he had caught here is an amateur.

To put weight on it and break the arm is an intermediate.

The Thousand-Pound Drop is a feint, and to give up the caught leg and make an attack that will surely subdue the opponent is an expert.

Now! What will you show me?

For now, the Thousand-Pound Drop was a feint.

At least an intermediate.

"Mister, your head is going to fly off if you do that."

At the same time as the words, Hyeok Sa-wol could see the energy gathering at the foot of the child he had caught.

It was the same technique she had used when she had kicked off the ground.

If this attack were to succeed, she could inflict serious damage on the opponent and also escape from the situation she was caught in.

Even if she failed, she could escape from this situation.

This was a move that could reverse the entire situation, a brilliant move!

But unfortunately, the opponent this time was also Hyeok Sa-wol.

He held out his other hand and erased the qi wave that was coming at him. He threw Yoo Su-a as she was. Yoo Su-a, who had spun her body elegantly, landed on the ground like a cat. And she hiccuped after a long time.

"Hic!"

She had thought he was just an ugly mister, but he was not an ordinary mister. But would she give up the skewer here?

'Senior brother! I'll definitely feed you!'

She decided to use the new technique she had created this time, which she hadn't even told her senior brother about because it was still incomplete.

There are nine great meridians in the body.

Yoo Su-a had realized this when she was 6 years old. And at the age of 7, she had awakened to the use of the great meridians on her own. At the age of 8, she had created the Reversal of Heaven, and at the age of 9, she had awakened to the existence of the minor meridians, and at the age of 10, she had been able to fill all nine great meridians.

And for the past three years, Yoo Su-a had been contemplating the fatal flaw of this great meridian, and had finally found a way to overcome it.

This could also be overcome through the Reversal of Heaven, but since the Reversal of Heaven was a technique that put a considerable burden on the body, it could not be a complete solution.

This newly created thing not only reduced the burden on the body much more than when using the Reversal of Heaven, but its efficiency was also twice as good.

The name of the technique was the Revolving Heaven.

Yoo Su-a connected the nine separate great meridians to each other to create a large circular ring.

And she rotated the internal energy.

By doing this, she could reduce the amount of power that was lost each time it went from one great meridian to another. And as the rotation was repeated, the speed increased, and far from a loss of power, an amplification of power was taking place.

In other words, it was the birth of a new structure that generated, not lost.

As the speed of the internal energy suddenly increased, she was hit by a moment of motion sickness, but Yoo Su-a soon adapted.

The limit of the Revolving Heaven that Yoo Su-a could currently perform was ten rotations. If she went beyond that, she would not be able to control the speed of the internal energy, and the internal energy would run rampant.

The first technique of the Revolving Heaven, the Ten Wheels.

Due to the high-speed rotation of the internal energy in her body, the surroundings looked slow.

It felt as if she had entered a world of super speed.

On the contrary, her senses felt more detailed. Rather, because the surroundings had slowed down, she could feel the things she had just passed by in more detail.

The feeling of getting a little closer to the essence of the world.

Yoo Su-a had just thought that this was a phenomenon that appeared when she entered the state of the Ten Wheels.

But the Heavenly Demon, Hyeok Sa-wol, who was watching this, could not help but be genuinely surprised this time.

Because what that cheeky kid was showing now was the ideal way to reach the Demonic Zenith.

Creation.

To reach the Demonic Zenith, one had to create one's own world.

A world where everything is slower than one's own flow.

In Hyeok Sa-wol's eyes, he could vaguely see what form that would take when it was completed.

Future prediction.

A concept that converges when you utilize the concept of 'fast' to the extreme.

However, that kid didn't seem to know what she was doing now.

"Huh?"

As expected.

The enlightenment had surpassed the extent to which the body could withstand.

The internal energy goes out of control.

"It's not stopping?"

The internal energy that had gone out of control runs rampant.

The Demonic Zenith level of internal energy was no different from a living being with a will.

Acceleration. Acceleration. Acceleration. Acceleration. Acceleration. Acceleration. Acceleration. Acceleration.

The internal energy accelerated itself to allow the caster to advance to a new world. But the internal energy that had gone out of control, on the contrary, had trapped the caster in a world that was eternally stopped, from the kid's point of view. The kid would probably see her own body and all the surrounding objects as if they were stopped. If time were to pass like this, her mind would collapse, and then her body would collapse.

Then, only death would remain.

It was the initial stage of the symptom called qi deviation.

If someone were to try to help and touch the kid, they would be swept away by the flow of that internal energy and would be trapped in a world where time was eternally stopped, and would never be able to get out.

Moreover, it was a qi deviation symptom caused by an enlightenment that was enough to reach the Demonic Zenith. Unless one had reached at least the Soul Detachment realm, there was nothing that could be done.

"Hah. This is the first time I've seen something like this."

To say it was just luck, the situation was too exquisite.

Can this be called talent?

It feels like I'm looking at a different species, not a human. And Hyeok Sa-wol had received this feeling in the past.

That's why he couldn't help but be even more surprised.

Because he had never imagined that there would be another being who could show such a thing, besides his half-brother, the previous Heavenly Demon.

Hyeok Sa-wol approached Yoo Su-a.

To Hyeok Sa-wol, who was looking at the end of the Soul Detachment realm, stabilizing this level of internal energy flow was child's play.

Hyeok Sa-wol reversed the internal energy and stabilized Yoo Su-a's internal energy.

"She said she was a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Cult, but I've never heard a report of such a cheeky kid in the Little Demon Academy."

Hyeok Sa-wol held the fainted Yoo Su-a in his arms, picked up the skewer that had been placed on one side, and returned to the Heavenly Demon Cult.

* * *

Yoo Su-a opened her eyes.

The Chief Steward Gu was the first thing she saw.

"Chief Steward? Why am I here?"

The Chief Steward Gu spoke to Yoo Su-a in a plain tone.

"If you've come to your senses, follow me. He is waiting."

"Who?"

At the Chief Steward Gu's unusually heavy atmosphere, Yoo Su-a had no choice but to follow.

Yoo Su-a arrived in front of a building she had never seen before.

"Go inside."

Although she didn't know what was waiting in front of her, Yoo Su-a followed the Chief Steward Gu's words. Because she had an implicit trust that the Chief Steward Gu would not ask her to do anything that would harm her.

The room she entered was the largest and most splendid she had ever seen in her life. After passing through a corridor with walls covered in gold, an even larger hall than before revealed itself. It was a sight as if a cave had been carved out as it was. At the end, a man was sitting on a splendid chair.

Although Yoo Su-a had never seen that man before, she knew who he was as soon as she saw him.

"Heavenly Demon?"

"You still have no manners."

A voice she had heard before.

"Ugly mister?"

"You are the only being who has survived after spouting such nonsense in front of me."

The Heavenly Demon was not ugly. Rather, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a handsome middle-aged man.

The Heavenly Demon, Hyeok Sa-wol, said.

"You, enter the Little Demon Academy."

* * *

Fate sometimes plays tricks.

"H-hello. I'm Yoo Su-a, a transfer student. Please take care of me!"

Patter, patter. Thud.

Even though there were many empty seats, the transfer student who had sat right next to me sent me a telepathic message.

-Senior brother. I've decided to attend the Little Demon Academy from today.

The past was repeating itself.

(End of Chapter)