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

Chapter 64 : If I Save You, What Will You Do? (3)

What is the Great Return Pill?

It is the supreme spiritual pill possessed by the Shaolin Temple, and it is a magical word that makes the heart of any martial artist pound just by hearing it.

The real thing was now in front of me.

Of course, from the perspective of someone who had eaten such spiritual pills countless times in my past life, my heart was not particularly pounding, but as an element of hope was added, it felt different.

The more I see you, the newer you are.

Your name is the Great Return Pill.

"Amitabha."

I had chanted the name of Buddha again without realizing it.

The Little Divine Monk and the Rakshasa Divine Maiden, perhaps not very interested in the Great Return Pill, had gone somewhere.

This is why the haves are like this. Tsk tsk.

"Assume the lotus position."

"Yes."

Unlike my heart, which was swelling with excitement, my outward actions were calm.

I ate the Great Return Pill that the Divine Monk had offered me.

Gulp.

As soon as it entered my mouth, it melted, and I could tell that it was genuine. If this had been a fake, the situation would have been really awkward.

Soon, the energy of the Great Return Pill and the Divine Monk's profound internal power entered my body.

* * *

There was a huge difference between just glancing at it from the outside and looking directly inside.

The energy of the Demonic Emperor, the energy of the Sword Emperor, the energy of the Heavenly Emperor, and another unknown energy.

The four energies were precisely divided into four and were in balance.

If even one of them was lacking or overflowing, the balance would be broken, and the body would be torn into four pieces.

It seemed that no one could do this even if they were told to do it on purpose.

However, it seemed that the balance would soon collapse even if left alone.

'At most, a day.'

There was a reason why he had readily accepted his proposal.

Among the four energies, the energy of the Heavenly Emperor was rapidly decreasing.

It felt as if a large dam had holes in it, and although it was temporarily blocked, it was a temporary measure, so it was leaking little by little.

'I see.'

The Divine Monk could now guess who the owner of the Heavenly Emperor's energy in this young man's body was.

'It was the Heavenly Lord, that child.'

The owner of the Heavenly Martial Body, and a genius who had reached the peak of the Transformation Realm at a young age.

Even such a genius could only manage a temporary measure.

That's how much the energy in this young man's body was almost impossible to treat. But what if he could completely make it his own?

It would not be an exaggeration to say that each of the energies had the internal power of the Transformation Realm.

The four energies also had their own distinct personalities. What was certain was that if he could just make these energies his own, an unprecedented monster would be born in the martial world.

Of course, he knew that such a thing would never happen.

If one could become the strongest in this way, the number one in the world should have already come from among those who had learned the Star-Sucking Great Art or the Yin-Nourishing Yang-Supplementing Art.

In the end, to reach a higher realm.

The purity of the internal energy was important.

Miscellaneous skills were ultimately just miscellaneous skills.

Even if the amount was ridiculous.

And yet, he was suspicious.

What if it were possible?

The Divine Monk eventually gave up on coming to a conclusion. He just focused on what he was doing now.

Because it seemed that this young man would not live for very long.

Perhaps this young man's role was already decided.

Seeing the content he had heard earlier and above all, the way the Heavenly Lord, that child, was following him, there was a very high possibility that this young man was also a secret weapon created by the Heavenly Emperor or the Sword Emperor.

'A living weapon.'

If he were to explode his energy in the center where the martial artists of the Demonic Cult were gathered...

'He could take at least hundreds of lives.'

He was slightly anxious that he had almost confirmed the power of that living weapon in the Shaolin Temple.

The Divine Monk added the energy of the Great Return Pill and his own energy to the lacking energy of the Heavenly Emperor and rebalanced it.

With this, this young man had earned another year.

"It's over."

"Oh-ho! My body feels light for some reason."

'He has a rather bright personality. That's probably why he was given this role. Or perhaps it's because of his origin.'

After all, this child is a remnant of the Demonic Cult.

As the pinnacle of the Orthodox Faction, the Heavenly Emperor or the Sword Emperor could not have completely trusted him.

If you think about it that way, was he, who had died in the Demonic Cult, also in a similar fate?

It could be said to be a truly strange fate.

Well, most of those who belonged to the Suicide Squad were such beings.

Therefore, as a human being who supported the Orthodox Faction, he could not help but feel a pang of conscience.

"I have rebalanced your collapsing body with the Great Return Pill and my internal power. If this continues, you will be able to live for another year, provided that nothing happens."

"A year. It's not as much as I thought."

As expected, this child also knew his role.

"If there is anything you want to do while you are in the Shaolin Temple, tell me everything. I will grant it as long as my hand reaches."

"The Divine Monk seems to be a very good person."

"I have to do at least this."

"Then, may I ask for a favor right away, without any shame?"

Although he hadn't expected him to ask for a favor right away, considering the young man's remaining life, every second of the young man's life was precious.

The Divine Monk nodded his head, and the young man said.

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Alright."

* * *

A day passed at the Shaolin Temple.

When I woke up in the morning, I would always feel a strange discomfort due to the time bomb in my body.

But today was different.

I felt refreshed.

'Yes. This is life!'

I had forgotten. The happiness and joy that comes from this ordinariness.

Drip, drip.

Tears flow down without me realizing it. I did not bother to stop this joy of elation.

This is all because of the third-force sons of bitches.

On this occasion, I will definitely pull out one of their limbs.

And so, as I was crying my eyes out, the door creaked open, and the Rakshasa Divine Maiden entered.

She looks at me silently.

A strange confrontation is formed with an unknown tension.

Why did she come to my room?

And at this early dawn, before the sun has even risen.

For a moment, my junior sister flashed through my mind. If it were my junior sister, she would have asked for a duel out of the blue.

Fortunately, such a thing did not happen. Instead, she suddenly approached me, poked my stomach with her finger, and opened her mouth.

"You're stable."

Since I have a bad memory with my stomach, I instinctively flinched.

"That's right. The Divine Monk helped me."

"Is there nothing I can help with now?"

There wasn't much, but there was something I was curious about.

"Can you tell me how you suppressed the rampant energy back then?"

"Is that an order?"

Now, it's a somewhat standardized sequence of conversation. The conversation with the Rakshasa Divine Maiden always ended with this question, so I was no longer flustered.

"Yeah. It's an order."

The Rakshasa Divine Maiden then began to explain a certain martial art. As I listened silently, I could tell that this was not just any martial art, but a martial art of a rather high level.

"...increasing the binding force between the grain and the grain is the first process, the small qi. And making the great meridians, which are lined up in a row, into a circular pillar, and using the small meridians as the top and bottom lids to connect them into one and create a cylindrical great heavenly meridian, this is the second process, the middle qi. And if you fill it with all your internal energy, you can reach the third process, the great qi. For reference, I am now in the process of reaching the third great qi."

"Wait a minute, is it okay to tell me this?"

Anyone can see that it feels like a secret technique. And this series of processes, which are briefly connected by small qi, middle qi, and great qi, was the way to reach the Transcendent Peak, the Transformation Realm, and the Profound Realm.

Of course, this was not the kind of thing I could imitate just by listening.

I would probably die from qi deviation while trying to imitate it.

Still, I seemed to be able to imitate the first small qi.

"You said it was an order."

At the Rakshasa Divine Maiden's question, I was at a loss for words.

It's not like it's the first or second time an Orthodox Faction member has gone crazy.

Let's just let it go. If I dig deeper, it's me who will get a headache.

I changed the subject to her.

"When is the date of the Gansu Province battle?"

The Rakshasa Divine Maiden answered.

"A week from now. When the beacon is lit, the invasion will begin simultaneously. And you, the Empty Lord, will lead the Shaolin Temple with the Ink Lord and attack Sichuan Province. I will attack Gansu Province with the elite forces of the Four Great Families."

"I see."

A week passed quickly.

During that time, I had tried to achieve the small qi that the Rakshasa Divine Maiden had taught me, but it didn't work out well. However, in that process, I was able to improve the quality of my internal energy.

I was now in Sichuan Province, having infiltrated in advance with the 108 Arhats of the Shaolin Temple, and was in an old building.

The sky I was looking up at from outside the window.

A beacon was lit.

I said.

"The beacon has been lit. It seems the attack has begun in other places. Let's go out too."

We, who had rushed out of the building all at once, headed to the Sichuan branch of the Heavenly Demon Cult as planned. And at the Sichuan branch, the masters of the Heavenly Demon Cult were already out and waiting for us.

Among them, there was also a familiar face.

* * *

For three years, there had been many changes in the Heavenly Demon Cult.

The biggest change among them was the replacement of the Young Lord.

The current Young Lord of the Heavenly Demon Cult was the Bright King, Yoo Su-a.

As soon as she rose to the position of Young Lord, she purged all those who had opposed her.

A bloody wind blew through the Heavenly Demon Cult.

The Lord just watched this silently.

It was no exaggeration to say that the real power of the Heavenly Demon Cult was the Bright King.

The outskirts of the Heavenly Demon Cult, a plain.

Countless troops were encamped.

Yoo Su-a passes between them. The disciples of the Heavenly Demon Cult all bow their heads.

Yoo Su-a entered a single tent.

"Young Lord, you have arrived."

Inside, a woman was waiting.

The identity of the woman was the Sword Demoness, who had recently filled the vacant position of the first elder at the youngest age.

"Unni, we can be comfortable when we're alone."

At those words, the Sword Demoness immediately spoke informally.

"Alright. Just as you said, I just received a message that battles have broken out simultaneously in Sichuan, Hubei, and Anhui."

"It's obvious, a feint to the east and attack the west. Then is the real target here?"

Yoo Su-a pointed to two points on the map spread out on the table. One was Gansu Province, and the other was Shaanxi Province.

"Unni, you go here."

"I'll go here."

"Alright. Su-a, don't overdo it."

The Sword Demoness knew that saying such a thing was unnecessary. Although she had reached the Demonic Zenith, she couldn't even grasp what Yoo Su-a's martial prowess was.

"Don't worry. I won't make a mistake again."

Leaving Yoo Su-a, who was answering with a firm expression, behind, the Sword Demoness left the tent.

Outside, two elders and two units were waiting for her.

As the Sword Demoness departed, they followed behind.

A short while later, Yoo Su-a comes out.

Everyone outside kneels down to her all at once. The number seemed to be at least a thousand.

Yoo Su-a, who had looked down on them arrogantly, said.

"We're moving."

In Yoo Su-a's mind, the words of someone she had not forgotten for a single day in the past three years were repeating.

-Don't trust anyone in the Heavenly Demon Cult.

-Even if you find out who they are, don't show it.

-The Chaotic Heavenly Society. Their goal is to bring chaos to the world.

-I am fighting them for you.

-I'll be the bait. You'll be safe in the meantime.

-I'm worried about you.

-Now, there are only the two of us in the world.

-My only family is you, my junior sister.

Her only family, her senior brother, was dead. That fact was so painful.

* * *

The pupils clearly showing anger and hatred towards the Orthodox Faction members.

The disgusting expression that comes from that.

It's perfect.

"You cockroach-like bastards, you've finally crawled out!"

Our Mad Demon! Even without me, you've grown up to be a proper Demonic Cult member

(End of Chapter)