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

Chapter 82 : Namgung Byeokgeom (1)

The Divine Monk, after waiting for the Sword Emperor's child and finding that he would not come, left for Namgung alone.

The Divine Monk had now arrived in front of the Namgung family.

"Amitabha."

As he revealed his presence, a person came out from inside. Since he had already sent word that he was coming, he entered without any particular procedure.

"The head of the family is waiting for you."

"Let's go in."

The atmosphere of the Namgung family was somewhat subdued. The Divine Monk did not find this particularly strange. Because after the Righteous-Demonic War, it would not be different no matter where one went.

And there had been recent incidents regarding spies.

This level of liveliness could be considered good.

The Divine Monk, while walking, came across a young man. It was a young man he had seen before.

The young man, upon making eye contact with the Divine Monk, came closer, bowed his head, and greeted him.

"A humble student of the martial world pays his respects to the Divine Monk."

"Yes, it's been a while. It is good to see you still diligently striving in the martial arts with all your heart."

"Not at all. I am just doing what I can."

The Divine Monk was genuinely pleased by the humility of the distant junior.

"Amitabha. If young martial artists like you increase, the martial world of the Orthodox Faction will surely be able to regain its former glory in the future."

"Thank you for your kind words. Then, I was on my way to train..."

"Oh, this old man was holding back a young man with a bright future. Don't mind me and go on."

"It is an honor to meet the Divine Monk, who has made a name for himself in the martial world."

"Amitabha."

The Divine Monk chanted the name of Buddha and saw off the second young master of Namgung. He had been feeling down until just now, but after meeting this young master, a smile naturally formed on his lips as he felt something warm filling his heart from deep within.

Yes. This was the power of a prestigious family and the power of the Orthodox Faction's martial world.

Just then, another person came into the Divine Monk's sight.

A swaggering attitude.

Cough! Spit!

A frivolous appearance of spitting in front of the family's vassals.

"Huh? A monk? A bald head? Pfft!"

The shallow martial knowledge of not recognizing him, the Divine Monk, was enough to make one frown.

The Divine Monk, without even asking, could tell that that young man was the famous ruffian third young master of the Namgung family.

The Divine Monk felt his mood, which had just been refreshed, sink again. He had wasted his eyes for nothing. At that moment, the Divine Monk's eyes naturally stared at one place. There was a young man.

"Amitabha."

For the first time, the name of Buddha came out of the Divine Monk's mouth first. This was a pure admiration as a person who learns martial arts, beyond the seniority of the martial world.

"That child must be the Sword Dragon."

At the Divine Monk's words, the vassal who was guiding him puts on a proud expression.

"Yes. He returned from the Suicide Squad a while ago. He is the pride of Namgung."

It was well deserved.

The Divine Monk knew what kind of organization the Suicide Squad was. However, as a generational change had recently been made by the Heavenly Lord, that child, he did not know the detailed circumstances within it.

He only knew that they had achieved a significant result in the most recent news, the Gansu Province battle.

As a senior who had left a history of failure in that, he was very sorry and thought it was admirable, but in a corner of his heart, he also thought that it was by no means inferior to the previous generation.

That's because martial arts have the characteristic of becoming stronger as the years mature.

Especially the martial arts of the Orthodox Faction.

He had thought that only the Heavenly Lord and the Sword Emperor, that child, were exceptional.

But a dragon was truly living in Namgung as well.

'It is a blessing for the Orthodox Faction's martial world.'

The child of the Sword Dragon, as if he had felt his gaze, turns his head and meets his eyes while walking.

For a moment, the Divine Monk could not hold back his curiosity and, using his mastery, examined the child of the Sword Dragon.

And what he saw was a huge thunder dragon.

That child truly had a dragon in his body, or more precisely, in his heart.

He already knew where he was going.

He was aware of what his completion would look like.

The Divine Monk could vaguely tell that a new Sword King would be born in Namgung in the future.

"We have arrived."

"Thank you."

He did not reveal his presence separately. Because there was no way he would not know that he had come.

As he opened the door and entered, the current Sword King and the head of the Namgung family, Namgung Je, greeted the Divine Monk.

"I have been waiting, Great Master Jin-yang."

At the Buddhist name, not the title, which he had heard for the first time in a long time, the Divine Monk put his palms together and greeted him.

"Amitabha. It has been a long time, Sword King."

The opponent was a junior who was one generation younger than him, but he was the head of the Namgung family.

If he had been in the position of the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, he would not have needed to show courtesy to his junior, but now that he had stepped down from the position of abbot, the Sword King, in terms of position, had to be considered equal to the Divine Monk.

"You have come a long way, please have some tea first."

"Very well."

* * *

The pounding of his heart does not stop.

The bald head Namgung Mu-gwang saw earlier was a monk? No! It was the Divine Monk!

As soon as Namgung Mu-gwang saw him, the light shining from his head looked amazing. Is that the dignity of a master of the Profound Realm?

Wow! So cool!

Should I shave my head from today?

Namgung Mu-gwang headed to the brothel as usual. The courtesans pushed their faces, chests, and buttocks to compete for Namgung Mu-gwang. Namgung Mu-gwang picked the one who came first and went up to the room. The chosen courtesan smiled shyly, looked back, stuck out her tongue, and shook her thick buttocks as she followed Namgung Mu-gwang up. On the other hand, the unchosen courtesans sighed in disappointment and went back to their rooms.

Namgung Mu-gwang, who had entered the detached house at the top of the brothel, naturally took off his clothes. And he changed into the thin clothes prepared in the brothel.

The courtesan fumbled to take off the clothes she was wearing and folded them next to her. And so, when only a single piece of cloth remained on the courtesan's body.

"Stop."

"Husband?"

"We're not even married, what kind of damn husband am I?"

Namgung Mu-gwang took out a silver coin from his clothes he had taken off and threw it to the courtesan. The courtesan quickly caught the silver coin, lest she drop it. As the courtesan let out a sigh of relief at the silver coin that had come into her hand, Namgung Mu-gwang continued to speak.

"I'm going somewhere, so wait here quietly. Don't tell anyone that I'm not here. I'll give you one more silver coin when I come back. Got it?"

The courtesan quickly answered.

"If it is my husband's word, I would die if you told me to."

"Such flattering words. I'm going. Do well. Act a little sometimes. You know?"

"You know I'm a professional at that."

Seeing the courtesan's shy smile, Namgung Mu-gwang thought, should I just not go? But he tried to erase the idle thoughts in his head and kicked off the window.

The courtesan, watching the departing Namgung Mu-gwang, lay down on the blanket and whispered quietly.

"What a honey deal."

The place Namgung Mu-gwang was heading to now was the mountain.

Namgung Mu-gwang, after meeting his first older brother, had been training alone in the mountains without anyone knowing.

Of course, he knew that it was already too late to do it now. But he was someone who had decided to change.

Even if what awaited him at the end was third-rate or second-rate, considering the years he had wasted, he was grateful for even that. Of course, what he wanted was first-rate.

"It's so hard just from climbing a mountain a little. Gasp, gasp. I should have done some physical training normally."

Breathing heavily, Namgung Mu-gwang grabbed the wooden sword he had prepared on one side. And he immediately began to swing it.

The technique that Namgung Mu-gwang was drawing was not that of the Namgung family. It couldn't be helped, as it had been over 10 years since Namgung Mu-gwang had not trained.

Not only did he not remember what he had learned at the time, but what the young Namgung Mu-gwang had learned was nothing more than the very basics that any martial artist would learn.

But the technique that Namgung Mu-gwang was drawing now could not be said to be entirely not of Namgung.

"Tah!"

The movement that Namgung Mu-gwang was imitating was the technique that his first older brother, Namgung Byeokgeom, whom he had seen the most recently and had experienced directly, had swung.

"I think this is right."

It was a technique he was drawing while trying to recall a faint memory.

Of course, the technique was clumsy and unsightly. In the old days, he would have given up on himself like this, but Namgung Mu-gwang re-gripped his wooden sword.

"Whether it becomes porridge, or rice, or burnt rice, or hard rice, let's just try it!"

He knew that it was impossible to catch up with his second older brother or his first older brother by trying now.

Even if he had not been lazy in his efforts, that would be an unchanging fact.

And yet, the reason he was trying was no longer to catch up with his first older brother or his second older brother.

There was something he could know because he had already experienced failure. Because he had spent so many years in vain, paradoxically, his mind had become more mature.

Comparison was not something to be done with others.

That was nothing more than pushing oneself into a constant fight.

If you overcome someone, another person will appear without fail. If you overcome that someone again, an even stronger person will appear.

Because the world is damn wide, there are a shitload of crazy people, and there are so many geniuses that they're annoying.

Among them, he was extremely ordinary. So he no longer sets others as his standard.

Just...

"To not be ashamed of myself."

He swung his sword.

Although he knew that this effort was insignificant, he would never let go of the sword in his hand now.

If his first older brother had seen this, he would have said something.

-How pathetic, youngest.

* * *

The tea in the cup is gone, and only the tea leaves are left at the bottom.

"Amitabha. The tea smells good."

The Divine Monk opened his mouth with a pleasant smile.

"I have specially prepared Biluochun as you were coming, Divine Monk."

"No wonder I could feel a faint scent of flowers and fruits from the tea. Now that I have had tea, I would like to hear the reason you have called me."

"That's right. Considering the current situation of the Orthodox Faction, it is not a story to be dragged on."

The Sword King got up from his seat. He then drew the sword hanging on the wall and opened his mouth.

"Divine Monk, what do you think will become of the current martial world?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Literally. The Demonic Cult will soon lift its seclusion. And in the future, the factions of the demonic path will add strength to the Demonic Cult's actions."

The current demonic path could be largely divided into three.

The Demonic Cult, the Blood Cult, and the Sura Cult.

Of course, the Demonic Cult was the most threatening, but the Blood Cult and the Sura Cult were by no means easy opponents.

"And there is also the third force, whose identity is not yet fully known. I think the position of the Orthodox Faction in the current martial world is very difficult. Don't you think so, Divine Monk?"

"Amitabha."

The Divine Monk, who had chanted the name of Buddha once, could not help but agree with the Sword King's words to some extent.

The Divine Monk recalled the contents of the letter he had received earlier. He couldn't honestly not know what the Sword King was ultimately trying to say.

The Divine Monk opened his mouth first.

"Are you trying to establish the Martial Alliance?"

The Sword King did not deny it.

"That's right."

And he showed an even stronger affirmation.

"And I intend to rise as the alliance lord."

"Amitabha."

With the Sword King's martial prowess, it would not be strange to be appointed as the alliance lord. However, it was unknown whether others would think so. And the Sword King knew his own situation.

"I think this is a golden opportunity for the Orthodox Faction in a way."

The Demonic Cult had sealed itself. It was the only moment when the Orthodox Faction could be free from the Demonic Cult's gaze.

"If we just watch and drag on time like others, the Orthodox Faction will once again be swayed by the Demonic Cult as it pleases. And now there is another threat."

The third force, the child of the Sword Emperor had said it was called the Chaotic Heavenly Society.

Considering their power, which had made even the Demonic Cult seal itself, it was by no means a good situation for the Orthodox Faction.

"Shouldn't we also gather our strength?"

It was the Sword King's will to at least resist if it was a wave that would come anyway, and a situation where they would be swept away by it.

"Amitabha. What should I do?"

At the Divine Monk's somewhat agreeing words, the Sword King smiled brightly.

"There is nothing for the Divine Monk to do. However, I want to prove myself. In the end, isn't the martial world something that is proven by strength?"

The Sword King stroked the blade of his sword with the side of his hand and continued to speak.

"Please have a duel with me."

"A duel?"

"Yes. I have recently gained a small enlightenment."

The Sword King revealed himself slightly.

The room was filled with the energy that came out from the Sword King.

The Divine Monk's eyes widened.

"Amitabha."

This was clearly a momentum that only a person who had entered the Profound Realm could emit.

"You must be tired today, so rest well and how about tomorrow?"

The Divine Monk had never had a proper fight after reaching the Profound Realm.

The Divine Monk felt a fighting spirit rising for the first time in a long time.

The first reason was that there was no opponent similar to him, and the second was that his desire had been intensifying recently.

The opponent of the same Profound Realm whom he had met for the first time in a long time.

The subsequent offensive was not a full-fledged one with sincerity, but it had produced a futile result.

Looking back, he must have been mistaken, or he must have made a mistake because he was excited about a duel after a long time.

To be intimidated by a young man who had just reached his coming-of-age.

It could be that he hadn't seen it properly because it was his first time seeing it in a long time.

He had waited for about a month, training his body, to check again when the Sword Emperor's child returned.

Now was the time when his body was properly warmed up.

If they were to fight again, he was confident that he would not have such a futile duel. But the Sword Emperor's child had not come, and his desire was still not satisfied.

But from an unexpected place, an opponent who had entered the Profound Realm had made a proposal.

There was no reason for the Divine Monk to refuse.

"Very well."

He had waited for a month, so why couldn't he wait for one more day?

However, the Divine Monk recalled the words of the Sword Emperor's child.

-Be careful of Namgung.

He still didn't know the reason.

* * *

After the Divine Monk left, a short while later, the second young master of Namgung, Namgung Se-ryu, visited the head of the family's hall.

"I greet the head of the family."

"Yes. Was there nothing wrong today?"

On the surface, there was nothing strange about their conversation.

"Yes. My older brother still spent his time only on training, and the youngest is hanging out with the courtesans at the brothel today as well."

"Yes. Everything will be over by tomorrow."

However, their conversation was by no means ordinary.

"Father, please give me the Sword Dragon. Shouldn't he pay the price for acting up all this time?"

"Hehe. Did you like the Sword Dragon that much?"

"Although he didn't reveal all his power, he is a child who has more hidden than what is visible. He stimulates my curiosity. And there are our family members who have been hit all this time."

"Alright. Then, I'll take care of the Divine Monk. Ah! How should we deal with the youngest?"

"Do we really need to deal with such trash?"

"That's true. Go to the Divine Monk tonight and serve him tea. The preparations have been made in advance."

At the word 'tea', the second son, Namgung Se-ryu, asked meaningfully.

"Is it Biluochun?"

"Yes."

* * *

The Sword Dragon, Namgung Byeokgeom, was quietly closing his eyes in his room.

-The Chaotic Heavenly Society will infiltrate Namgung.

When he was in the Suicide Squad, a guy who had recently joined had spoken to him in a friendly manner.

-They will erase Namgung from the martial world.

At first, he had thought it was bullshit. But after working with the youngest and observing the family, he had thought that those words might actually be true.

-You might be able to produce a significant result. I'm just saying, just in case. I don't really think it will happen.

Although he was an annoying guy, he could tell that the power the guy had shown in the Gansu Province battle was real.

And as the guy had said, there were those who had infiltrated the family.

If the guy's words were true this time as well...

-On the day the Divine Monk visits the family, an incident will surely break out, starting from that day.

The time has come.

(End of Chapter)