Rebirth of the Thunder God

"Young Palace Mistress. Please go out with me!"

"What do you mean by that? Are you asking me to be your friend?"

Baek Seolhwa didn't even want to be friends with Seomun Hye in front of her.

Her existence was just plain annoying.

She didn't know why, but she also felt a slight sense of rejection.

Seomun Hye shook her head as if that wasn't it and said.

"No. Not a friend."

"If not a friend, then what are you asking me to be……?"

"A lover."

Baek Seolhwa didn't immediately understand Seomun Hye's words, but she suddenly recalled a few types of people in the Moon Maiden Palace.

‘Ah. Could it be homosexuality……?’

Baek Seolhwa nodded slightly as if she knew what it was.

"A-are you giving me permission?"

"No. I meant that I understand what you're saying. Unfortunately, I want to have a normal family."

"What? If you're from the Moon Maiden Palace, you can't have a family. Wasn't marriage also forbidden?"

That's right. The Moon Maiden Palace was a sanctuary forbidden to men, and all of them were forbidden to marry.

There were many reasons, but most of them were women who had been harmed by men.

But Baek Seolhwa, the young palace mistress, had never had such an experience, and in this life, she really wanted to have a normal family.

That's why she had boldly run away from home and was trying to change the palace rules.

"That. It might change in the future. It's a problem I'll take care of myself, so could you please mind your own business? And I'm much older than you."

"As far as I know, the Young Palace Mistress is also of a marriageable age."

"Well, it's a bit much to say my age out loud, but I'm several times older than that. So I have no intention of being friends with you, so please leave."

Seomun Hye looked at Baek Seolhwa with a look of disbelief, but Namgung Hui was different.

‘Was she really a master of rejuvenation? If so, it wouldn't be strange.’

The palace mistress had undergone rejuvenation.

Or if she was of a comparable seniority, it wouldn't be strange for her to run away from home so recklessly.

It should be seen as just leaving home.

Namgung Hui was rather glad that their mental ages were similar.

Because he had secretly thought that he had become friends with a young lady who was too young.

Seomun Hye, who didn't know the inside story, uttered a strange question.

"Is it because of Young Master Namgung Hui?"

Namgung Hui, who was hiding, almost let out his presence when his name suddenly came up.

But fortunately, since he was following the breathing of the Black Killing Troop, no sound of breathing came out.

‘As expected, it was a good thing I held my breath.’

"Why is that guy's name suddenly coming up?"

"Well. It's because it seems the Young Palace Mistress has him in her heart. And you're friends with him."

When she came out like this, Baek Seolhwa was also at a loss for words.

That guy's essence was also of a similar age to me, so we became friends.

If he had been a young brat like you, I wouldn't have even associated with him.

"Well, think whatever you're comfortable with. I'm tired now, so I need to rest, so please leave. And I hope we don't see each other again."

Perhaps because of Baek Seolhwa's cold tone, Seomun Hye said with a venomous face.

"Then what will you do if I marry Young Master Namgung Hui? I haven't officially rejected the marriage proposal yet. And I haven't even asked for my father's permission in the first place."

"Whether you push for a marriage with that guy or not, it's none of my business, so just get lost."

Baek Seolhwa, even after saying it, wondered if she had been a little too harsh this time.

Something had suddenly welled up inside her, and she had blurted it out without even realizing it.

And Namgung Hui also secretly found Baek Seolhwa to be annoying.

‘No. It's obvious that she's not doing it because she likes me, so she should stop her. What is she doing? That girl.’

"Hmph! Alright. Just you wait. I'll marry Young Master Namgung Hui, and you won't even be able to set foot in the Namgung family estate. Ouch!"

Seomun Hye suddenly let out a sharp scream.

It was because Feifei, who was in Baek Seolhwa's arms, had suddenly pecked her.

Baek Seolhwa, at Feifei's appearance, felt a weight lift off her shoulders, and Namgung Hui also felt a sense of relief.

‘As expected, it's a Snow Mountain Roc. How refreshing.’

"It's bleeding! How dare this mere creature peck my fine hand?"

-Screech.

Seomun Hye had even drawn her sword and was about to cut Feifei.

Even if it were an ordinary bird, she wouldn't have just stood by and watched, but if it was a precious spiritual beast, then of course.

-Slap!

Baek Seolhwa wouldn't just stand by anymore.

She slapped her and grabbed Seomun Hye's pulse.

"Did you think I was easy because I was just standing here? How dare you draw your sword?"

A thin layer of ice suddenly formed in the room.

It was to the point where steam was forming on the window where Namgung Hui was standing.

Perhaps because of that chilly atmosphere, Seomun Hye trembled and said.

"A-am I not even as good as this bird?"

"Yes. You're not even as good as this bird. And I'll tell my one and only friend, Namgung Hui, never to marry you. Get lost at once."

Perhaps because her tone had changed, her words even exuded a sense of pressure.

In the end, Seomun Hye couldn't continue and ran out, crying.

"Sob! Just you wait!"

And so, Seomun Hye came out and her eyes met with Namgung Hui's at the window.

Namgung Hui could only let out an awkward laugh.

"Haha. I didn't mean to."

Seomun Hye, thinking that she had shown something she shouldn't have, even performed a movement technique and ran off somewhere.

It wouldn't be strange at all if she left the Namgung family estate like this.

Baek Seolhwa, at Namgung Hui's voice from outside, frowned and came out.

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"Sorry. It just happened."

"Never mind. It's not a secret story anyway. Ah. Is it a secret to that person? Anyway, consider the marriage proposal rejected."

"Of course. It's a marriage proposal that has already been rejected, so there's no need to bring it up again. But Seolhwa, are you angry with me or something?"

"I'm not angry."

"Hey. You seem angry."

"I said I'm not angry."

"You're angry."

"Hey. Are you going to keep acting like a child? I said I'm not angry."

As she said, she didn't seem angry.

That's why Namgung Hui was rather puzzled.

"Then what happened that you didn't help me?"

"Are you going to be petty about something like that, you man?"

"No. It's not being petty. Anyone, regardless of gender, would be upset about this."

"Don't get the wrong idea. That I would just help you. And you, if the Moon Maiden Palace was in danger, would you throw everything away and help?"

Namgung Hui couldn't answer readily.

The family estate was not stable right now, so it was difficult to leave his post.

Only then did he realize that he had been selfish.

‘I see. If the Moon Maiden Palace was in danger, I wouldn't be able to just go and help.’

That was because the Namgung family came first.

Of course, if the Moon Maiden Palace was in danger right in front of him, he would help, but such a thing would not happen in the future.

Not only would Namgung Hui have no reason to go to the sanctuary forbidden to men, but a huge force like the Moon Maiden Palace would not be in danger.

"Alright. I'm sorry. I was just hoping for something without having done anything. I was selfish. Then, rest."

Namgung Hui suddenly wanted to ask if Dugu In had performed the Purple Mist Divine Art.

And whether he hadn't seen the Sosu Mahu's Demonic Art.

But the atmosphere was not right for that.

‘Hey. That guy must have performed a demonic art. It doesn't make sense for the Sosu Mahu's Demonic Art to appear now, does it?’

He was an opponent with whom the Thunder God himself had died together.

Unless he had been reincarnated like himself, there was no way the Sosu Mahu's Demonic Art would appear in this world.

Because he remembered that the Sosu Mahu had not taken any disciples.

Well, it was okay even if the manual remained in the Demonic Cult.

On the contrary, his fighting spirit was stirred.

In this life, he would prove to the world that the martial arts of the Thunder Sect were superior.

Since Baek Seolhwa didn't say anything, Namgung Hui just turned around and headed for his residence.

Baek Seolhwa, who had seemed so experienced, must not have been used to such a battlefield.

Perhaps she had been shocked to see a family fighting amongst themselves.

Namgung Hui pushed aside his thoughts about Baek Seolhwa and decided to deal with the matter at hand first.

‘Right. For now, the revival of the Demonic Cult guys is more important.’

The Martial Alliance would be coming to investigate in connection with the Lake Chao Sect at the right time.

And by now, the Sichuan Tang Clan, who had received the letter, would be visiting soon.

The building that had been engulfed in flames could be entrusted to the Sichuan Tang Clan craftsmen.

And if possible, he hoped they would also install a mechanism trap and build it like an iron fortress.

Just as the Tang Clan had played a brilliant role in the Great War between Justice and Evil.

The Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron and the manual of the lost Ten Thousand Flower Rain would be enough to move them.

Namgung Hui, who had returned to his residence, diligently moved his brush as if to forget something.

And so, the sun set and the sun rose, and several days and nights passed.

* * *

"Phew……. I can finally rest a bit."

Namgung Hui had spent his time so busily that he didn't even know how many days had passed.

He hadn't left his residence that much.

And he had also handled quite a lot of work.

Among them, the first thing Namgung Hui had handled was the consumption of the Purple Mist Pill.

As the saying goes, if you save it, it turns to shit.

There was a high probability that such a spiritual medicine would be stolen by someone if it was just left alone.

That's why he had immediately taken the Purple Mist Pill in his residence.

And as a result, it had left Namgung Hui with thirty years of internal energy.

If it was the Purple Mist Pill, it was the number one spiritual medicine of the Mount Hua Sect.

And it would be considered the best in the martial world, but you might say that he had only gained thirty years of internal energy.

First, since Thunder Ki was an energy with a very high density even with the same internal energy, the difficulty of accumulating it was on a different level.

It was the same when consuming a spiritual medicine, and if you converted a cycle of sixty years of energy into Thunder Ki, it would be about thirty years of internal energy.

If so, since the Purple Mist Pill had given him a cycle of sixty years of internal energy, it should be seen that he had absorbed it completely.

‘It was thanks to the Purple Mist Divine Art.’

He had absorbed the energy of the Purple Mist Pill based on the incantation of the Purple Mist Divine Art.

As expected of a divine art, it was a profound study.

Of course, Namgung Hui thought that the Purple Mist Divine Art was inferior compared to the Divine Thunder Art.

It would be strange if the level of a martial art created by a human and a martial art created by the Azure Dragon, one of the four divine beasts, were the same.

And so, after finishing the first task, he made a manual for the Ten Thousand Flower Rain.

In fact, it was ambiguous to call it the Ten Thousand Flower Rain.

Because half of it was a martial art created with the insights of the Thunder God.

It might even be better than the Ten Thousand Flower Rain that the Poison King had used.

Since the Thunder God was a better master than him, he had described it from the perspective of a higher-level master, saying, 'If it were me, I would develop the technique like this, I would operate it like this.'

It would be a great fortuitous encounter for them.

And Namgung Hui would also have a lot to get from them.

‘The reconstruction of the Namgung family, the silencing of the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron. And the characteristic of the Sichuan Tang Clan, which does not forget grace and grudges.’

The more they felt they were in debt, the better they would be to the Namgung family.

Because they were a tribe that shuddered at the thought of debt.

And thirdly, he had described the principle of the Ice Soul Poison and sent it to the Divine Physician Sect leader.

He would be able to make an antidote, or it would be okay to share it with the Sichuan Tang Clan.

He would make sure that the Ice Soul Poison of the North Sea Ice Palace would no longer work in the world.

And so, as he hectically handled the three tasks, the Divine Thunder Art had reached the 8th star.

It was probably thanks to the Purple Mist Pill, and it was also the effect of organizing his past insights while writing the manual for the Ten Thousand Flower Rain.

The 8th star realm he had reached in his past life and the current 8th star felt quite different.

Was it because of the bone transformation? Or because he had a younger body? Perhaps it was because the essence of the martial arts he had realized so far had become deeper.

Only now did he see the shadow of the Martial God.

In this life, he could become the number one, not the number two.

Namgung Hui stretched and stood up from his seat.

Now it was time to see some sunlight and look around the Namgung family estate.

As soon as he went outside, Chohwa was running from afar.

"Young Master~ A guest has arrived!"

"Where are they from?"

"Not just one place, but a full three places."

"Three places?"

"Yes. The Sichuan Tang Clan, the Martial Alliance, and the Moon Maiden Palace."

(End of Chapter)