Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 176

Hong Shi-hai, an elder of the Hong family, one of the twelve guardian families of the Demonic Cult, felt a sense of self-reproach as he looked at the approaching party.

'It's that brat... do we really have to go this far?'

He couldn't help but think that as he looked at Wu Ha, who was only thirteen or fourteen.

He was a young brat that it was embarrassing to lay a hand on. Besides, he looked somewhat foolish.

'No matter how urgent it is. To disguise himself as a Kunlun Taoist. Does he have any sense?'

To walk around in the territory of the Demonic Cult wearing the clothes of a Kunlun Taoist was like asking to be killed.

Not one or two Demonic Cult members had lost their lives to Kunlun in the 'Righteous-Demonic Great War'.

It seemed he had obtained the Taoist clothes to hide his identity... but of all the many clothes, why Kunlun...

He was a brat who was lacking, very lacking.

In any case, he could not miss the opportunity for the Hong family to produce a Cult Leader for the first time.

"There's no need... to kill him. When you ascend to the position of Cult Leader, tame him to be a person who will be a strength to you."

Hong Shi-hai said to his nephew, Hong Wu-yeol.

But Hong Wu-yeol's thoughts were different.

'I must show the fearsomeness of the Hong family. Only then will the remaining families hold us in awe.'

Hong Wu-yeol, who had been chosen as the head of the Hong family early on.

Because the Young Lord had suddenly died, an opportunity had opened up for him to aim for the position of Cult Leader, beyond the Hong family.

'I will definitely... ascend to the position of Cult Leader and become the Heavenly Demon.'

While the two were having different thoughts, Baekji's party came up over the hill.

Hong Shi-hai said to Oh Jeong-ri, "I am Hong Shi-hai, an elder of the Hong family. The guests of the So family, step aside. This is a matter between the twelve guardian families."

Oh Jeong-ri got off his horse and drew his sword.

At this, Seomun Jeong-ha also got off and stood next to him.

"I do not know what is going on, but as a guest, I will fulfill the request I have received."

"I will say it again. This is an internal matter of our sect. It is not a matter for a guest to interfere in."

"I will also say it again. If there is something to be settled, formally notify the So family and resolve it. As a guest, you know well that you must protect what you have accepted, even at the cost of your life, right?"

Hong Shi-hai, 'keul-keul-keul', laughed.

"The So family has a good guest. Well... you'll need to have at least one arm cut off to have something to say when you go back."

Hong Shi-hai said to his nephew, "I will hold those two... finish it as quickly as possible."

Hong Wu-yeol nodded his head and said to Wu Ha and Baekji, "Both of you, come at me at once. The opportunity will not be many."

Hong Wu-yeol had mistaken Baekji for Wu Ha's guard.

Baekji and Wu Ha were standing with their horses side by side. At Hong Wu-yeol's words, Baekji, while on Oh-ryong's back, stretched out his foot and pushed Wu Ha off his horse.

"He's telling you to come. Go."

"This!"

As Wu Ha glared, Baekji said, "There's a brat who's possessed by a demon over there. Hurry and go and teach him the true 'Tao'."

"Ugh..."

Wu Ha clenched both his fists.

'I have to endure it. Now... is not the time.'

Although he was muttering to himself, he was furious.

Ppadeudeuk―.

He inwardly ground his teeth and went towards Hong Wu-yeol.

"Seeing how you are blocking the road in broad daylight, it doesn't seem to be for a good reason... what do you want?"

At the greasy tone of the old Taoist, Hong Wu-yeol was briefly flustered and then said in a cold voice, "Your head!"

"Ah... he is definitely a demonic person."

Hong Wu-yeol tilted his head.

The young brat's tone of voice...

But Wu Ha's figure disappeared.

"Heok!"

Not only Hong Wu-yeol, but also Hong Shi-hai was surprised and took a sharp breath.

Pa-pa-pat―!

A shadow flashed in the empty air, and it looked as if a divine dragon were coming in and out of the clouds.

"The 'Cloud Dragon Eight Forms'!"

Hong Shi-hai recognized Wu Ha's technique and was horrified.

Why was the lost descendant of the So family using the secret technique of Kunlun, the 'Cloud Dragon Eight Forms'? Was he not a disguise, but a real Kunlun Taoist?

In that moment, a thought that something was wrong flashed through his mind.

The 'Cloud Dragon Eight Forms' was known to be a martial art that required one 'jiazi' of internal energy.

It was not something that anyone could imitate.

Peo-peo-peok!

Palms and fists poured down from the empty air.

Hong Wu-yeol, who had been suddenly ambushed, drew his saber like a thunderbolt and struck the approaching sharp energy.

The sharp energy of the palms and fists and the saber energy clashed.

Kwa-kwa-kwang!

The way he immediately recovered from his carelessness was worthy of the young master of the Hong family.

But he could not regain the initiative he had lost once and was pushed back in succession.

There was a reason why Wu Ha had used his ultimate technique from the beginning. When he realized that Hong Wu-yeol was also a master of the 'true realm', he had intended to end it quickly.

Wu Ha, who had agitated his opponent with the 'Cloud Dragon Eight Forms', immediately spread both his arms.

Go-o-o!

While the empty air was shimmering, a 'divine sound' was heard from somewhere. To others, it just sounded like the explosive sound caused by the palms and fists, but Hong Wu-yeol felt as if he were trapped in the roaring 'divine sound' that was rushing towards him from not only the front, back, left, and right, but also from the top of his head and from his feet, and he could not move.

The reason why the achievements of demonic arts are faster than those of righteous arts is because they use 'nian' (thought/intention). Both righteous and demonic arts are the same in that they accumulate energy through breathing. The difference is that while righteous arts send the accumulated energy to the 'qi' and blood when it is full, demonic arts use 'nian' to draw the energy and to circulate it.

Since the action of the mind is great, there is a high risk of falling into cultivation deviation, and if one meets a strong opponent, it can be easily broken.

The 'Three Heavenly Dao Arts' is a technique that strikes the opponent's soul and scatters their energy.

Baekji, who was watching Wu Ha and Hong Shi-hai fight, clicked his tongue.

'The 'Three Immortals of Kunlun'... are they becoming like the Demonic Cult while fighting the Demonic Cult? What is that... to strike the soul.'

Although Baekji, who was watching, could just click his tongue, it was not the same for Hong Wu-yeol, who was on the receiving end. As his mind was shaken, his 'qi' and blood were turned upside down, and he, 'ulkeok', vomited blood.

"Demonic art! It is a heinous demonic art!"

Hong Wu-yeol ground his teeth as he swallowed the blood. Wu Ha took a couple of steps back and bowed with his palms together.

"Immeasurable Buddha! This is the supreme 'divine art' of Kunlun. To call it a demonic art... please be careful with your words."

And he went on and on about the history of the martial art.

"This is the 'Three Heavenly Dao Arts' created by my master, the 'Ghost Immortal', and it can be said to be the ultimate technique of the 'divine family' to break demonic arts."

To bow while fighting, there was no better opening than this.

Hong Wu-yeol swung his saber wildly and poured out his internal energy in streams. A storm-like saber force was drawn in the empty air and then tightened towards Wu Ha.

"Aigoo... he's just asking to die."

Baekji shook his head.

As Wu Ha was in danger, Oh Jeong-ri and Seomun Jeong-ha stretched out their swords at the same time.

"Do not interfere in a one-on-one duel!"

Hong Shi-hai rushed in like a hawk and swung his saber.

The saber art of the Hong family was rough. The saber energy rushed at Oh Jeong-ri and Seomun Jeong-ha like a storm.

"I will block that person."

Oh Jeong-ri blocked Hong Shi-hai's saber force and entrusted Wu Ha to Seomun Jeong-ha.

But there was no need for Seomun Jeong-ha to step in.

Wu Ha, while bowing with his palms together rose into the empty air.

Wu Ha, who had risen as if the ground had pushed him, stretched out his right hand.

"The second of the 'Three Heavenly Dao Arts'! The 'Heaven's Will Covers the Heavens'!"

Ah... to even shout the name of the technique so kindly. You hopeless brat...

Baekji touched his forehead. The distant descendant of the So family had too much to be taught.

Hong Wu-yeol was flustered by the huge palm shadow that surrounded him with a loud sound. He swung his saber in a daze, and to Hong Shi-hai, who was a little distance away, it looked as if he were flustered and was fumbling.

"Gal―!"

When Hong Shi-hai shouted with his internal energy, Hong Wu-yeol's mind came to its senses.

But it was already too late.

As the shadow of the palm struck Hong Wu-yeol, he flinched for a moment, and in that gap, Wu Ha rushed in and struck his chest with a palm.

Peok―!

Hong Wu-yeol was thrown back one 'zhang' and rolled on the floor.

Hong Shi-hai could not believe it. To think that the best talent of the Hong family had been defeated by a child of only thirteen or fourteen...

"Wu-yeol!"

Hong Shi-hai hastily ran and helped Hong Wu-yeol up.

Fortunately, he was not dead. Wu Ha had held back his hand.

It was also a natural thing. Because Wu Ha was a Taoist.

At this, Wu Ha bowed with his palms together and said in a grave tone, "Winning and losing are things that can often happen in a life that meanders like flowing water... I hope you will not mind."

To even give advice so unsuitably. He was dumbfounded.

Frost formed on Hong Shi-hai's face.

"Hmph! A young brat is performing a strange technique! I will see it for myself."

As Hong Shi-hai held up his saber, Baekji, who was watching from a distance, said, "It would be better to stop there. Aren't you ashamed? If you've lost, you should admit defeat cleanly. For an adult to step into a children's fight. Is the Hong family that kind of family?"

Hong Shi-hai's thick eyebrows twitched. As he was about to open his mouth to refute, a loud laugh was heard from somewhere.

"Haha. His words are right. It would be better for the Hong family not to lose face."

And with that, a person appeared. It was a skinny old man wearing a gray robe, and his skin was glossy, and he had no beard.

A look of surprise flashed in Hong Shi-hai's eyes.

"Elder Lei Mo (Thunder Demon)!"

If there were the 'Ten Great Masters' in the Central Plains, there were the 'Ten Demonic People' in the Demonic Cult.

Lei Mo was a 'demonic person' produced by the Tian family among them.

The 'Ten Demonic People' were of the same generation as the Cult Leader, so they were of an extremely high status.

'I thought he was already dead...'

Since he had not appeared for over ten years, he had thought he was an old thing who was dead or was just waiting for the day he would die... but seeing his glossy skin and even his lack of a beard, it seemed he had at least reached the realm of 'reversing old age'.

Lei Mo's eyes flashed with a particularly bright light. He looked at Hong Wu-yeol and said, "You were careless because he was young and got a big nose. How can you succeed to the position of Cult Leader like that? It is proper to be prudent and to plan for the prosperity of the Hong family."

"..."

"I am saying this because I have seen the 'Saber Demon'... so just go back!"

Hong Shi-hai bit his lower lip. The 'Saber Demon', a 'Ten Demonic Person' produced by the Hong family... had already passed away.

Although they were keeping it quiet, the truth would be known someday. Then the Hong family would be reduced to a family that had not even produced a 'Ten Demonic Person'. Even now, they were among the lower ranks of the twelve guardian families, and if that happened, they might lose their status as a guardian family.

In the Demonic Cult, besides the twelve guardian families, there were not one or two formidable families.

'The prestige of the Hong family, which has been passed down for hundreds of years...'

Hong Shi-hai inwardly sighed.

He had invested everything in Hong Wu-yeol to succeed to the legacy of the 'Saber Demon'... but he had been defeated by a young Taoist who used the secret techniques of Kunlun.

If he could, he wanted to turn back time. If it weren't for Lei Mo... even if he had to bear the disgrace, he could have killed everyone here and made it as if it had never happened...

It had already spilled water.

Hong Shi-hai helped Hong Wu-yeol up and then disappeared with his guards.

Lei Mo looked over Baekji's party and then gestured.

"Follow me."

Although Oh Jeong-ri was reluctant, he stepped forward again.

"What is your business?"

Lei Mo tilted his head.

"Did I hear something wrong?"

A light like a thunderbolt flowed from Lei Mo's eyes.

How dare he disobey Lei Mo's order... The reason he did not kill Oh Jeong-ri right away was because he had pretended to have heard wrong and had given Oh Jeong-ri a chance to withdraw his mistake.

"..."

Oh Jeong-ri felt a cold chill rising from the bottom of his spine.

The opponent was the 'Ten Demonic Person', Lei Mo. A guest of the So family was not a status that could argue with him.

And yet, the reason he had stepped forward was because he had secretly had expectations of Baekji.

If it was Baekji, who had dealt with the 'Yin Wind Twin Ghosts' alone... could he perhaps handle Lei Mo as well?

But...

Baekji stepped forward and said, "An adult is telling you to come. Let's hurry and follow."

Oh Jeong-ri and Seomun Jeong-ha were surprised and looked at Baekji.

The Tian family, Lei Mo's family, was also aiming for the position of successor. It was obvious without asking that he intended to take Wu Ha.

He could not know what Baekji was thinking.

Lei Mo, who saw Baekji, who had interfered, frowned. He had thought he was a guard and had not even paid attention... but he felt that something was strange.

"Who are you?"

(End of Chapter)