Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 210

Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu was so startled that his hands and feet trembled, and he felt an unknown sense of unease.

Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu, who had bowed his head, had a sharp light flash in his eyes.

The Cult Leader he knew was not a man of many words. To ask in such detail was not the Cult Leader's usual appearance.

Moreover, in front of so many subordinates... to reveal the whole story of the rebellion, which could be called his own shame?

If it were the Cult Leader he knew... he would have just cut his own neck and would have said a word.

'This is the price of harboring rebellious thoughts.'

With that one word, all the cult members would kneel.

Perhaps he would not even say that one word.

To think that such a Cult Leader would resolve the situation with conversation?

To even mention Hyuk-ryeon Ju-pae and to reveal the fact that the 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art' had been leaked?

Even if it were not the Cult Leader's personality, it was an action that the head of a sect would not do.

Because it was like spitting in his own face.

'...It might not be the Cult Leader!'

When one falls into despair, it is human nature to want to grab even a rotten rope. It was the same for Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu, who had lived for over a hundred years.

Until this morning, he had been sure of the Cult Leader's death, but at his sudden appearance, he had knelt.

Because he was that much of a fearsome being.

But if it were not the Cult Leader... could he not try a surprise attack?

"...?"

Although Baekji could not see Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu's expression, he knew what he was thinking from the movement of his energy.

He was continuing the situation precariously.

He knew that talking a lot was not like his father, the Cult Leader.

'Aigoo... you're making your son suffer by being unnecessarily taciturn.'

He knew his father, the Cult Leader, better than anyone.

When he was with him, he was a chatterbox like no other. The reason was that there was no one to talk to openly.

His father, the Cult Leader, only gave instructions.

His father, who had succeeded the former Cult Leader who had been seriously injured in the 'Righteous-Demonic Great War' and had ascended to the position of Cult Leader in his twenties, had received numerous checks from the beginning of his inauguration.

It had taken over twenty years to firmly grasp the power of the sect.

His weapon, which had defeated countless enemies, was the 'soul spirit art' of the So family.

The efficacy of the 'soul spirit art' was manifested in various ways depending on the enlightenment of the one who learned it. Not only could it control the spirits of others, but it could also improve the abilities of one's own spirit.

His father, the Cult Leader, thanks to the 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art' and the 'soul spirit art', had opened the 'tāxīntōng' (mind-reading) among the 'six supernatural powers'.

Although some might think it was a blessing... in reality, a person with such an ability could not help but be lonely.

Since he could see what they were thinking, there was no need for conversation.

So Ya-hu had also inherited that ability and had opened the 'tāxīntōng'. That was why there were many cases where he acted in a way that others could not understand.

The brat who had been struck down in the past just for asking a question... that brat was a brat who had tried to ambush him after diverting his attention.

Since his intentions were obvious, he had not felt the need to torture him to reveal the truth and had just taken care of him...

The rumor was that he had been killed for asking a question.

After that, it was good that there was no one who asked questions.

The strange behavior and sudden violence of the Young Lord, which had spread throughout the sect, should be seen as being due to the 'tāxīntōng'.

Because he could see right through them, he had hit them without asking or questioning.

After reaching the 'realm of harmony', Baekji's 'soul spirit art' had become even more sophisticated.

It was the same now. He could know what the intentions of the ones in the great hall were just by glancing at them.

Just by looking at Jian Yi, who was standing there with a tragic expression.

'...He's having a great time.'

Although he had a serious expression on the outside as if the world were ending, on the inside, he was dying of laughter at this situation.

He was dying of a headache from trying to coax the seasoned Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu, but that brat... was enjoying this situation, having fun.

His fists clenched automatically.

'Patience... if I use my hands now, I will have to strike him down.'

So Ya-hu had just hit him, but if he were the Cult Leader, he would have struck him down.

Baekji said to Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu, who was in conflict, "Do you think the 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art' of Hyuk-ryeon Ju-pae is complete?"

As he suddenly changed the subject, Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu pricked up his ears.

"There is nothing perfect in the world!"

"..."

"The 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art' was established by the first 'Heavenly Demon', and on top of that, the enlightenment of the successive Cult Leaders over thousands of years has been added, and its realm has been raised. The most dramatic rise was achieved thanks to the enlightenment of the second 'Heavenly Demon'."

As the secret story of the 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art' flowed from Baekji's mouth, everyone held their breath and listened.

The 'heavenly divine art' that could not even be dared to be mentioned. The story related to it was a chance to obtain a clue to the enlightenment of 'mu' (martial arts).

"Five hundred years have passed since the 'Hyuk-ryeon Cult Leader' obtained the 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art'. The 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art' has also added those years."

Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu knew what Baekji was saying.

It meant that the 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art' had continued to develop even after Hyuk-ryeon Ju-pae. In other words, it also meant that Hyuk-ryeon Ju-pae's 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art' was inferior to the Cult Leader's 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art'.

Baekji muttered to himself, 'Even if he dies and comes back to life, he will never know. That the one who raised the 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art' to the ultimate realm was my father...'

His father, the Cult Leader, after obtaining the 'tāxīntōng', had devoted himself to training without leaving his room.

The reason was simple. Since he could see the hearts of others, there were not just one or two brats to be struck down.

So he had confined himself.

If he had done as he pleased, there would have been no one left in the sect.

As a result of devoting himself to the 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art' and the 'soul spirit art' for a long time, he had achieved a result that no one else could achieve.

He had opened the 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art', which had been at the 'realm of nature', to the 'realm of harmony', and the 'soul spirit art' had also become deeper.

And so, had he not even revealed that there was no heavenly realm?

And... he had passed all of that on to his son.

The problem was that that son was not only So Ya-hu... but also had the consciousness of Baekji.

If it had been So Ya-hu, everyone in this place would have died. No, they should have died. Because rebellion was a sin that even the Young Lord, So Ya-hu, could not tolerate.

The one who was holding on to Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu and revealing the truth now was Baekji.

Taking So Ya-hu's soul was like a kind of shock therapy. At the sudden shock, So Ya-hu's memory had been manifested, but as time passed, Baekji's original consciousness was gradually coming back to life.

Baekji...

He did not want to wash the Cult Leader's hall with blood.

Baekji, who was trembling at the memory of the 'sea of blood', had harshly driven the great elder of the Hyuk-ryeon family and had left his breath, and he had not killed the thousand people of the 'Mingshan Sect' even while making them kneel.

He had even left the enemy's life, so how could Baekji, who was not one to cut off the life of a cult member?

He just intended to catch and to remove the 'soul division' of the Blood Cult Leader, Zhong Yue. But in that process... his heart was heavy at the thought of having to see unwanted blood.

Baekji, no, a cold light poured out from the eyes of the Cult Leader, whom Baekji was disguised as.

A stern voice rang through the great hall.

"Even if you use any trick, it will be useless. What are you going to do with the 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art' of just the third star?"

Go-o-o-o!

As soon as the words fell, the space around the grand master's chair, where the Cult Leader was sitting, distorted.

The eyes of the leaders of the main headquarters, who were in the great hall, widened.

A being that shone alone in the distorted space.

A bright halo was around his head.

"That's!"

The 'Heavenly Demon's descent', which was only passed down in legends! Wasn't that the very appearance?

"'Heavenly Demon'!"

"The third 'Heavenly Demon' has appeared!"

"Oh! O-o!"

Even Jian Yi, who knew Baekji's identity, hastily prostrated himself.

'Heavenly Demon'!

The being of ascension, of which there had only been two in the thousands of years of the sect's history!

The Cult Leader's hall was truly a crucible of emotion just at the fact that they could see the 'Heavenly Demon's descent' in person.

Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu felt as if all the strength in his body were disappearing.

He prostrated himself without realizing it.

"Cult Leader! Please kill me!"

If the Cult Leader was the representative of God, the 'Heavenly Demon' was a living god.

Although it was true that Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu had harbored rebellious thoughts, since he had been in the sect for a long time, he could not help but kneel before the 'Heavenly Demon's descent'.

He just hoped that it would be over with him being killed.

Baekji looked down at Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu and said, "Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu! Do you still not understand my words! Bring the old soul that has infiltrated the Hyuk-ryeon family. If you bring him with your own hands, I will spare your grandson."

"..."

Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu, bit his lip and just buried his head.

His head felt as if it would explode.

When the soul of the first Hyuk-ryeon Ju-pae had come, he had thought that the Hyuk-ryeon family would produce a Cult Leader again after five hundred years.

So he had performed the 'divorce art' on his son...

An unexpected event had occurred, and his son had died, and he had had to accept a grandson whose parentage he did not even know.

Only for the glory of the Hyuk-ryeon family.

'Yes. That was it. The glory of the Hyuk-ryeon family!'

Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu's eyes, whose forehead was on the cold floor of the great hall, turned red.

The word 'glory of the Hyuk-ryeon family' filled his mind.

What did it matter whose child it was? The one in his head was the ancestor of the Hyuk-ryeon family, Hyuk-ryeon Ju-pae.

And Hyuk-ryeon Ju-pae would restore the glory of the Hyuk-ryeon family.

Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu himself did not realize that all of this had happened because he could not overcome the sense of defeat after losing to the Cult Leader in the 'Great Successor War' a long time ago.

'Has Gi-a entered the great art! Twelve 'shichen'! In twelve 'shichen', Gi-a will also achieve the 'Heavenly Demon Body'!'

Hyuk-ryeon Gi's 'Heavenly Demon Divine Art' had reached the ninth stage of achievement. Although his talent was lacking, it was possible because the soul of Hyuk-ryeon Ju-pae was in him.

Since the body of Hyuk-ryeonhu, who was a 'heavenly vein', had been refined again with the 'Blood Exhausting Divine Soup', if he succeeded in the 'divorce art', he would be able to reach the tenth stage right away.

If he could just hold out for twelve 'shichen'...

Baekji sighed as he looked at Hyuk-ryeon Seung-mu, who could not give up his lingering attachment.

"Ha... how foolish..."

Feng Sheng-hui stood up. He had realized that he was still in his place, even though Baekji had ordered him to bring Hyuk-ryeon Gi.

"I will go and bring the head of the Hyuk-ryeon family!"

"I will also go with you."

Jian Yi followed.

* * *

"What are you doing, blocking me?"

"Absolute stability! You must maintain stability."

Wu Wen-sheng frowned.

"Do you know what Young Master So did today? He defeated three thousand evil-doers of the 'Mingshan Sect' by himself! If he can just move, he should go to the Cult Leader's hall and enjoy the merits he has established today!"

The successors of the twelve guardian families, including Shi Fengsheng and Weizhi Shouchuan, had all flocked.

Bi Jun-hua, who had blocked them, was adamant.

"Young Master So has transcended such honor. He said to take care of it. Again, he said he needs absolute stability, so he told me not to let anyone in."

At Bi Jun-hua's words, no one could refute.

Since they had seen Baekji suffer an internal injury, they had no choice.

Shi Fengsheng said, "If he has an internal injury, he will need a doctor. I will call the best doctor in the Shi family."

"No. I have sent a person to the So family. A doctor will come."

Although Baekji had personally gone and had told the So family to bring a doctor, Bi Jun-hua had sent a person instead and was guarding Baekji's residence.

'I must protect the Young Lord's safety.'

She could not trust anyone.

"Why the doctor of the So family...?"

"I don't know. It's what So Baek-cheon wanted."

"Hmm."

Shi Fengsheng let out a groan.

In fact, he would have done the same. Since the twelve guardian families were not that close, he could not entrust his life to just anyone.

"Before worrying about Young Master So, shouldn't you all go to a doctor first?"

The successors, including Shi Fengsheng, were also in a mess. A few of them looked as if they would collapse at any moment, but they were enduring it, clenching their teeth, for the sake of their family's honor.

At that, Shi Fengsheng said, "Even if I collapse, I must report the victory. If Young Master So is not in a position to go... I will go."

The act of reporting a victory to the Cult Leader's hall was a very honorable thing. It could also be advantageous in the 'Great Successor War', where one had to win the hearts of the people.

Weizhi Shouchuan, with a very worried look, placed his hand on Shi Fengsheng's shoulder and said, "No, you are seriously injured. I will go. You rest."

"Ugh."

Shi Fengsheng, whose injured area was grabbed, let out a groan and then stretched out his hand and struck Weizhi Shouchuan's side.

"You seem to be more injured. You should stop the bleeding first."

"Keu-euk!"

You cheap brat!

To hit the place where he had been cut by a saber.