Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 177

Lei Mo, who had noticed that Baekji was at the 'true realm', frowned and glared.

Although Wu Ha was young, since he was of the So family's bloodline, it was understandable that he showed the mastery of the 'true realm'. Because the So family had produced monster-like brats for generations.

But... that brat... what on earth was he to be at the 'true realm' at that age?

But, it seemed he had seen him somewhere... why was his face so familiar?

Baekji immediately gave him the answer.

"Yes. Me? I am, so to speak... the grandson of the recently deceased Young Lord, and I can be said to be the direct line of the So family. I came to offer incense at my grandfather's memorial tablet."

"What?"

A thunderous light flashed in Lei Mo's eyes.

"You are So Ya-hu's grandson?"

A face that flashed through Lei Mo's mind.

It was the childhood appearance of the deceased Young Lord, So Ya-hu. No wonder he looked familiar. Although he wanted to deny it, his own memory was telling him.

That brat... is So Ya-hu's bloodline.

At the same time, a strong denial that it couldn't be hit his mind.

So Ya-hu had lived alone his entire life. He had not even looked at women. Lei Mo knew the reason well.

Kwang―!

With a sudden explosive sound, a flash of light flickered, and Lei Mo appeared in front of Baekji.

At the same time, a scream erupted.

"Aya!"

When Oh Jeong-ri was surprised and looked, Lei Mo was pulling Baekji's cheek. It was a movement that was truly like roasting beans in a lightning fire.

"Is this old man crazy?"

Baekji grumbled as he struck Lei Mo's hand. Lei Mo did not use his hand any further. He obediently withdrew his hand and was lost in thought.

'It's not a human-skin mask... he really resembles him. No, how wide is the world, couldn't I find one similar brat?'

Lei Mo's mind was spinning busily.

'The So family... these brats are playing tricks. They're trying to draw attention with the bloodline of So Seong-hwi... and they're going to put forward a fake grandson of So Ya-hu.'

Although he looked to be about seventy, Lei Mo was already an old demon head who was approaching a hundred. He had reigned as one of the 'Ten Demonic People' in the Demonic Cult, where all sorts of strange schemes were rampant, for over fifty years.

Above all, Lei Mo knew So Ya-hu. He was not a brat who would have a child outside.

As the one who had directly passed on the 'Thunder God Divine Art', how could he not know his character?

'He must be confused, right?'

Baekji muttered to himself as he looked at Lei Mo, who was lost in thought.

From what he had heard from the Demonic Advisor, the biggest risk of his identity being revealed was the 'Ten Demonic People'.

If one became the Young Lord of the Demonic Cult and became the successor... one could receive one ultimate technique each from the 'Ten Demonic People'.

So Ya-hu had also learned unique ultimate techniques from several of the 'Ten Demonic People'. So, besides the 'Four Divine Generals', the ones who knew So Ya-hu best could be said to be the 'Ten Demonic People'.

While Lei Mo was putting together the before and after, Baekji was also racking his brains.

"Why are you pinching someone else's cheek? In case I'm wearing a human-skin mask? Look! Look!"

Baekji untied the collar of his neck.

Lei Mo frowned.

'It could be a similar brat... or he could have used a 'reverse-use art' to change his bones and muscles. This brat... who is he trying to deceive.'

Although Lei Mo inwardly snorted, he did not show it on the outside.

"A young brat's way of speaking is so bad that I just scolded him. If you are not careful with your mouth, I will pull out all your teeth."

"Hmm... that would be troublesome. If I don't have teeth, how can I chew meat?"

"This brat?"

It seemed he had to acknowledge his courage, to be so calm in front of him, who was said to be the most hot-tempered among the 'Ten Demonic People'.

'What kind of trick is he playing... let's just wait and see for now.'

Lei Mo did not answer Baekji's words and turned his body and went ahead, saying, "Follow me."

As Lei Mo moved away, Oh Jeong-ri approached with a troubled expression.

"Lei Mo is a person of the Tian family. It seems he intends to detain us..."

"It's okay. Thanks to him, we'll be able to go comfortably. With Lei Mo as a guard, what kind of brats would dare to mess with us?"

When Oh Jeong-ri thought about it, that was also true. If they accompanied Lei Mo, other families would not dare to attack. At least, as long as a 'Ten Demonic Person' of the same class did not come, it was the safest way to enter the Demonic Cult.

"Let's go. They say that old man is very hot-tempered."

Baekji hit Oh-ryong's back. Oh-ryong, as if he understood, 'hee-hee-hing', let out a horse's cry and then chased after Lei Mo.

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Baekji's prediction was correct.

Although unusual energies were felt here and there on the way, no one dared to step forward.

"Wow... mountains, mountains, mountains... it's really a world of mountains."

Huge mountains continued in ridges, and each peak was covered with white, perpetual snow. After passing through a huge canyon, the terrain opened up coolly.

The Demonic Cult was in a place where a wide valley that flowed from a huge mountain range in the distance spread out like a plain.

Villages that were built here and there, and grasslands and fields that spread around them... in the very center, a huge fortress stood tall.

The fortress walls followed the mountains and continued endlessly. It seemed that tens of thousands would be living in the villages outside the fortress alone.

As the party was leaving the canyon, a group of people blocked their way.

Lei Mo, who was going ahead, stopped.

"What is it?"

Lei Mo's voice was filled with displeasure.

The middle-aged man at the front of the group cupped his fists and said, "I greet Elder Lei Mo. I am Hyuk-ryeon Wi of the Hyuk-ryeon family."

"What is your business?"

"The 'Great Successor War' has been officially declared. The 'Small Sacred Fire' has been lit."

"What did you say, what does that mean!"

Lei Mo flinched.

The complexions of Oh Jeong-ri and Seomun Jeong-ha also hardened gravely.

"Did you not know? It has been forty-nine days since the funeral of the former Young Lord."

"Hmm... has it already been that long? Who... lit the fire?"

"Of course, it is our family's Hyuk-ryeonhu. Now, please let them go."

Hyuk-ryeon Wi said politely. Lei Mo frowned deeply and did not answer.

"Surely you are not thinking of breaking the rules?"

"..."

Baekji, who was listening to their conversation, asked Oh Jeong-ri in a whisper, "What are those two talking about right now?"

"The way the 'New Sect' selects its successor is unique."

Oh Jeong-ri said, lowering his voice.

"In front of the Cult Leader's hall, there are two sacred fires, one meaning the Cult Leader and the other meaning the Young Lord."

If the position of the Cult Leader or the Young Lord became vacant, the corresponding sacred fire would be extinguished. For example, if the Cult Leader ascended, the Cult Leader's sacred fire would be extinguished first, and then the Young Lord would light his own sacred fire and would move it to the Cult Leader's sacred fire.

"Oho... is that so?"

Why didn't that brat, the Demonic Advisor, tell me something like this? When he thought about it, he hadn't asked.

"If the Young Lord passes away first due to an unforeseen accident, like this time, the Young Lord's sacred fire is extinguished on the forty-ninth day after the funeral. After that, if someone lights a torch and places it next to the Young Lord's sacred fire, the 'Great Successor War' is declared."

Those who want to challenge for the position of Young Lord can light a torch with their name engraved on it and then place it next to the Young Lord's sacred fire. Nominally, all one hundred thousand sect members are qualified to engrave their names on a torch and to place it.

"That's fair."

"But who would dare to place a torch? The moment you place a torch, you have to fight a life-and-death battle with your competitors."

After placing a torch next to the Young Lord's sacred fire, one has to endure for seven days.

Those who have placed a torch can point to each other and have a duel, and they can go around to the twelve guardian families and various demonic families to receive a pledge of submission.

"Yes. It's an interesting method."

Oh Jeong-ri shook his head.

"It will not be a very interesting matter for the challengers. Although it is called a duel... I have heard that it is the same as a life-and-death battle. The matter of receiving a pledge of submission is also often stained with blood."

"What if there are several people who have endured for seven days?"

"At that time, they gather in one place and have a duel."

Hyuk-ryeon Wi, who had heard Baekji and Oh Jeong-ri whispering looked this way and then put strength in his eyes. He was giving them a look to not talk.

It was not Baekji to be intimidated by this.

"If you light a torch, you light it... why are you appearing and threatening Lei Mo?"

"The moment someone lights a torch, the 'Law Enforcement Hall' officially declares the 'Great Successor War'. Then... no one other than the successor himself can interfere."

"What does that have to do with us?"

"If Hyuk-ryeonhu of the Hyuk-ryeon family has lit a torch... he..."

Oh Jeong-ri looked at Wu Ha and said, "He has the right to receive a pledge of submission from Taoist Wu Ha. If Taoist Wu Ha refuses, it is also possible to forcibly obtain it through a duel."

"Oho... you're saying he can even kill him under the guise of a duel? I see the reason why the Demonic Cult pursues the 'path of hegemony'. So, in the end, the strongest brat has no choice but to become the Young Lord."

As expected, Baekji's head was spinning fast.

Hyuk-ryeonhu intended to kill the bloodline of the So family, which could be his most difficult enemy, first.

'Hyuk-ryeonhu, this brat really seems to want to be the Young Lord. He must not have recovered all his internal energy yet, and he's lighting a torch.'

The reason Baekji had come leisurely with the caravan was to arrive later than Hyuk-ryeonhu.

―After gaining Hyuk-ryeonhu's trust, find out what he is doing.

Baekji was suspecting that the Hyuk-ryeon family had some kind of relationship with the Blood Sect. He had to let Hyuk-ryeonhu go to be able to catch his tail.

However, he had underestimated a woman's anger too much. He had not known that Hyuk-ryeonhu, who had eaten half a truth-telling pill due to Hongyeon's anger and the other half due to Jian Yi's meticulous consideration, was not in his right mind.

So he had muttered without thinking, "To receive a pledge of submission or whatever, doesn't Hyuk-ryeonhu have to come? Is it okay to send a person in his place like that?"

"If there is an invitation, the representatives can exercise their authority."

Oh Jeong-ri also answered simply.

Lei Mo, who had suddenly come to his senses, said, with the intention of buying time, "I must confirm Hyuk-ryeonhu's invitation."

But Hyuk-ryeon Wi was flustered.

'......?'

There was no way an old demon head like Lei Mo would miss this.

"Is there no invitation? Then bring it later and take the person."

"I came in a hurry and did not have time to prepare it. But since Hyuk-ryeonhu's torch is on the Young Lord's sacred fire and the 'Great Successor War' has been declared..."

Beon-jjeok!

Kwang!

In front of Hyuk-ryeon Wi, a light flashed with a loud sound, and a huge pit was dug.

"Shall I bury you all?"

Hyuk-ryeon Wi bit his molars.

'Of all things... to think that this old demon head would step in himself...'

Originally, he had intended to kill Wu Ha's party at the entrance to the Heavenly Mountains. But the Hong family had struck first, and then Lei Mo had appeared, so he had become anxious.

Hyuk-ryeon Wi had urgently reported the situation to his family.

The head of the Hyuk-ryeon family had first had a person disguised as Hyuk-ryeonhu place a torch next to the Young Lord's sacred fire.

It was because he had to put forward the justification of the 'Great Successor War' to receive Wu Ha's party from Lei Mo's grasp.

And he had ordered Hyuk-ryeon Wi to bring Wu Ha's party as a representative or to receive a pledge of submission.

But because he had been in such a hurry, he had not had time to prepare an invitation.

"I will bring the invitation. Please wait."

Although Hyuk-ryeon Wi politely bowed his head, Lei Mo, 'haha', laughed.

"Are you telling me to wait now?"

Kwang―!

A flash of light erupted, and Lei Mo's figure disappeared.

Baekji muttered, "That old man... isn't his 'lightness skill' really cool? A light flashes like a thunderbolt, and he moves in an instant."

Unlike Baekji, who was leisurely admiring, Hyuk-ryeon Wi was pale.

Lei Mo grabbed Hyuk-ryeonhu's collar and shook him.

"Say that again..."

"I-I'm sorry."

Ppa-gak!

As Lei Mo's left hand grabbed Hyuk-ryeonhu's shoulder, the sound of his collarbone breaking was heard.

"Keu-a-ak!"

"Elder!"

The warriors of the Hyuk-ryeon family all drew their swords. A thunderous light flashed in Lei Mo's eyes. Hyuk-ryeon Wi, who saw this, hastily shouted, "D-don't step forward!"

As Hyuk-ryeon Wi pushed back his subordinates, Lei Mo's gaze also softened.

"Because I have seen the 'Saber Demon'... I will end it at this."

Ppa-gak―!

To say he was letting him off was to the extent of breaking the rest of his collarbone.

(End of Chapter)