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

What is this guy?

Namgung Cheon hadn't noticed his approach until he drew his sword.

"Ugh!"

Although he looked foolish at a glance, Namgung Cheon could tell that it was all an act.

Because if he were just a fool, he wouldn't have been able to approach him without him noticing.

"Ugh!"

‘The acting was still going on, and it was quite elaborate. Does he think I'll be fooled? It was an incomprehensible action.’

Well, if the opponent was giving him time, there was no reason to refuse.

Namgung Cheon carefully examined the man he hadn't been able to see properly before. Because there was no way he wouldn't know such a person.

Even after searching through his memories, he couldn't recall.

'This is getting interesting.'

The martial world is wide. There was no thought more foolish than thinking that they were the only secret organization in it.

The man straightens his bent back. It seemed he was finally going to stop his useless acting. He walks over to the Divine Monk and greets him.

"I told you so, didn't I? Tsk, tsk. You deserve it for not listening to others."

"Hahaha. I was thoroughly beaten."

He seemed to be quite close to the Divine Monk. There was no formality in their conversation. Although it seemed there was no problem at a glance, it was a scene surprising enough to make one's eyeballs pop out.

"Hey. It's fine as long as you're alive. That autopsy-crazed old man will fix you."

"Don't tell me the autopsy-crazed old man you're talking about is not the person I know."

"I think he is."

Don't tell me that man's identity is...

The attitude of being familiar with the Divine Monk, the martial prowess to blow away his own attack.

"Is he a master of returning to youth?"

"Pfft!"

The guy laughed. He must have laughed after hearing his words.

"Hehe."

The Divine Monk also laughed.

A killing intent towards the two welled up from the depths of his heart.

Although he wanted to kill them right away, he did not move rashly because he had not yet grasped the extent of the man's capabilities.

"Do I look that old?"

"You do look a bit old for your age. Your hair has turned white."

"Damn it! This damn hair!"

He judged that he could not gain anything by observing the man any longer. Namgung Cheon gripped the hilt of his sword again. Whoever that man was, no one would survive in the Namgung family today.

'The reason I missed his presence just now must be because I was concentrating on the Divine Monk.'

The Divine Monk is currently in a state of being unable to fight.

'I'll cut them both at the same time!'

Namgung Cheon kicked off the ground. The distance was closed in an instant. He swung his sword as it was. Both the Divine Monk and the man were in the line of the sword's trajectory.

'First, one of them!'

The Divine Monk was just standing still, as if he didn't even know that death was approaching him. A state of having no internal energy at all.

No matter how much of a Divine Monk he was, if he had no internal energy, he was no different from a slightly strong ordinary person.

Just then, the man kicked the Divine Monk.

"Gah!"

Although it looked like a light kick, the Divine Monk was flying through the air. Soon, with a 'boom!' sound of a wall collapsing, the Divine Monk hit the wall. At that sight, he for a moment thought that it might be a force secretly sent by the society, but he immediately erased the thought after seeing the man's gaze.

The man's pupils, filled with clear hostility.

Although he and that man had never met before, for some reason, the man was showing a tremendous hostility.

In the man's hand was a sword that he didn't know when he had drawn, perhaps he had drawn it when he had kicked the Divine Monk just now.

He could feel the presence of the Divine Monk getting up from the collapsed pile of stones. The Divine Monk did not seem to have any complaints about being kicked by the man. He was looking this way and shouting urgently.

"Don't get stabbed by his sword! It's poisoned!"

"Poison?"

Although the man had noticed, it was already too late.

The sword that Namgung Cheon had swung had a crack in it. Soon, the crack spread to the entire blade. Grin. Namgung Cheon, with a smile, said shortly.

"One more!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sword shattered and exploded.

The fragments, split into tens, hundreds of pieces, flew towards the man.

The fragments were imbued with strong qi.

If even one of them stabbed him, his body would be full of holes, and if even one of them grazed him, his internal energy would be scattered by the poison.

"No!"

The Divine Monk shouted as he saw the scene.

Namgung Cheon, hearing the Divine Monk's scream, sneered.

"Hehehe! Hehehe! It's an explosion that goes off at close range! Even if he knew, he wouldn't have been able to dodge it!"

The place where the explosion had occurred was filled with dust.

A gust of wind blew and cleared the dust.

Namgung Cheon's eyes widened at the revealed scene.

The man was standing still with his palms crossed outwards.

Around the man, sword blades were stuck everywhere, as if showing the aftermath of the explosion just now. However, the place where the man was standing had no trace of it.

"Phew! That was close!"

The man wipes his forehead. Namgung Cheon could deduce how the man had deflected his sword blades from the energy that still remained in the surroundings.

"Did he blow it away with a wave of qi?"

If it had been an ordinary explosion, this situation would have been understandable. But just now, it was an explosion imbued with strong qi. To blow all of that away without any injuries, the opponent would also have to emit an explosive power strong enough to blow away at least the strong qi.

And to the extent of covering all directions.

The only palm technique that came to mind that met the above conditions was the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms of the Beggars' Sect.

And what that man had performed was also a kind he had never seen before.

Is he still not a master of returning to youth?

"Tsk, tsk! Can you or can you not explode a sword right in front of your opponent without any warning?"

A very annoying tone.

It sounds as if he would never be hit by a low-level trick like the one he had just done.

Namgung Cheon did not like the man's gestures, hand gestures, and tone of voice.

"Hmm... he's strong, but not strong enough to defeat the Divine Monk. From what I heard just now, did you poison him?"

As expected, it was annoying.

"Interesting. Who are you?"

"Then who are you? If you're going to ask about your opponent, shouldn't you identify yourself first? Didn't your mother teach you that?"

"She's dead."

"Oh! What about your father?"

"He's dead."

"Oh! What about your brother?"

"I killed him."

"You're a complete bastard!"

He decided not to talk anymore.

Although he couldn't find out who that man was, it didn't really matter. Because he was going to kill him anyway.

Namgung Cheon picked up a random sword that had fallen on the floor. It was much cruder compared to the sword he had been using. It was just an ordinary sword used by the ordinary family members of the Namgung family. But the sword he was holding now was more familiar to his hand.

* * *

The moment he picked up the sword from the floor, the opponent's momentum changed.

Although I had avoided the danger by unfolding the second form of the Reversal of Heaven, the Twin Poles, the Three-Legged Crow, in response to the Divine Monk's warning, it seemed that from now on, it would be a head-on confrontation.

The opponent's martial prowess was at the Profound Realm.

Although I had been talking leisurely until just now, honestly, I had no confidence in fighting a master of the Profound Realm.

Because I was just a fledgling who had barely shed the tail of the Demonic Zenith.

Although the analogy of the Demonic Zenith being a fledgling is strange, comparison is always relative.

First, I used the Reversal of Heaven. Then I created the infinite and swung my sword. I don't know the true principle of this. I just followed what my junior sister had done.

The only thing I fully understood was the technique I had used to escape from the Heavenly Demon.

Honestly, the Reversal of Heaven was also my junior sister's technique.

'I believe in you! Junior sister!'

The opponent's sword and mine collided.

I put all my strength into it!

It's coming now. A huge force will surely come through the sword. My knees will dig into the ground, and my wrist will be twisted by the force. The joints of my fingers will all be broken, and in the worst case, my shoulder will be dislocated, or one of my arms might be cut off.

Fuck. Although I've committed to it, I'm scared, afraid, and nervous. How did I end up with a master of the Profound Realm... huh?

The repulsive force coming from the opponent's sword was less than I had thought.

On the contrary, I was pushing back the opponent's sword. The opponent's eyes were trembling. It was a look of not being able to understand that he was being pushed back.

So, without realizing it, I just blurted out my thoughts on the current situation.

"Huh? You're not as strong as I thought."

At that moment, a blue light erupted from the opponent's eyes.

I quickly covered my mouth at my momentary slip of the tongue, but it seemed it was already too late.

"Let's see how long you can be so leisurely!"

I was genuinely frustrated. This wasn't being leisurely, it was an act that had come out without me realizing it because I was so nervous.

At that moment, the opponent's momentum changed again.

In his pupils, the two marks of 'Cheon (天)' and 'Roe (雷)' clearly appeared.

That's...

"That's cheating!"

As the opponent raised his sword, a pressure crushing his body was transmitted all at once.

As expected, it's cheating... huh?

It's more...

bearable than I thought?

To be honest, compared to the pressure I had felt from the Heavenly Demon a while ago, I felt like I could live here for about three days.

'It's just right for training.'

Still, I did not let my guard down.

Because I knew that the opponent was not using all his power now.

This must be a kind of probing.

This time, lightning qi erupted from the opponent's body. It was what I had seen before. And the amount was much more than when he had pierced the Divine Monk.

'By the way, how long is he going to probe?'

Although using lightning qi is amazing, compared to the hell of heat that the Heavenly Demon had shown, it's a bit...

Soon, the opponent kicked off the ground.

This time, I could by no means be careless.

'Fast!'

The way he moved forward with every step was much faster than the maximum speed I could produce. And I could see the principle of that at a glance. Perhaps it was because we were both using the same lightning qi.

The opponent was using lightning qi in a way I had not known.

'Oh! You can do it like that.'

In a way, it was a very simple and natural principle.

As all qi does, lightning qi also has yin lightning qi and yang lightning qi.

Different types of lightning qi attract each other. This is called attraction.

On the other hand, the same types of lightning qi repel each other. This is called repulsion.

The opponent was now using attraction and repulsion alternately.

When his feet touched the ground, he used attraction to increase his grip, and when he lifted his feet, he pushed off with repulsion.

Of course, to perform such a thing, a tremendous control of qi was needed. And the opponent was performing it freely.

Can I do that too?

The method I had been using was a form that only used attraction, that is, using the grip to increase the force of action and reaction.

If repulsion were added to this, I too would be able to move much faster than before.

To put it simply, it's increasing the operation of qi from one to two.

But if the operation of qi were to get twisted by mistake, a big problem could occur.

The opponent, who had been moving in a zigzag, confusing my vision, accelerated at a speed incomparable to before.

At the same time, the surrounding air, or more precisely, the wind, blocked both my arms.

And when I tried to lift my feet, my feet would not leave the ground. A strange lightning qi felt through my feet.

The opponent had blocked my movements not only with the wind, but also with his own lightning qi.

A sword light that filled my vision was casting a shadow.

And the opponent was grinning.

I exploded the qi in my body and broke the blockade of my hands and feet.

The sword had already reached in front of me.

"It's the end."

Although it was incomplete, I drew out the power of the Demonic Zenith.

The mark of infinity (∞) appeared in my pupils.

With this, I could not escape from the sword that was approaching me.

I drew out another infinity (∞).

The infinity (∞) intersects with each other.

The infinity (∞) I had seen from my junior sister was one, but I had two.

Why do I have two when my junior sister has one?

I don't know the reason.

What was certain was that the moment I used these two, I would faint, just as in the Gansu Province battle. And I would wake up a few months later.

If I was lucky, the opponent would die in one blow, and if I was unlucky, I would die in one blow.

And the current situation was extremely close to the latter.

Because although the opponent was not a master of the Profound Realm in the Gansu Province battle, the opponent in front of me now was a master of the Profound Realm.

And one who had two different marks in his pupils at that.

So I had to think of another way.

At least a way that I wouldn't faint after swinging once.

Does it come to mind just by thinking about it... it came to mind!

The maximum number of great meridians arranged in a line was 12.

When I tried to make more, I couldn't because there was no more space.

So I made the current infinity (∞) by making a circle with these 12 great meridians and twisting it, as my junior sister had done.

And what came out was 2 infinities (∞).

Come to think of it now, the reason my infinity (∞) was not one, but two, was perhaps because the number of great meridians I had was more than an ordinary person's?

And.

The form of the great meridians that the Rakshasa Divine Maiden, a master of the same Profound Realm, had, was extremely close to a 3-dimensional sphere (o).

What is a sphere (o), isn't it a perfect form that is not biased towards anything and is in harmony?

In that case, the form of my great meridians, where the infinity (∞) is intersected, could be said to be very unstable compared to the sphere (o).

This means that to stabilize, something more is needed.

In a 2-dimensional space arranged in a line, it was impossible to add more. But a 3-dimensional form...

It might be possible.

Because there is plenty of space.

I had no time to go through a temporal verification.

I just did it.

I wove lightning qi and created a new 13th great meridian.

Although it would have been impossible in a 2-dimensional space.

It was created in a 3-dimensional space.

It was the first step.

It was just the beginning.

The current form is a 2-dimensional shape, and to use it in 3-dimensions, a new form was needed. And I already knew what that form was.

I make the straight great meridians round.

And I twist it once.

And so, the third infinity (∞) was created.

Now, it just needs to work properly.

The left side draws the Shuntian (following heaven).

The right side draws the Nitian (reversing heaven).

The Shuntian creates attraction, and the Nitian creates repulsion.

I put my feet on the ground, and I lifted them.

Slice!

I looked back.

The opponent's sword was cutting through the empty air.

"You're slow."

People repeat the same mistakes.

"Slow? Me?"

People forget what they did just a moment ago.

"How dare I!!!! Be slow!!!!!!!!! "

It was I who had just sworn not to make an unintentional sneer.

Huh?

I sensed that something was fucked up.

The mark in the opponent's pupils changes.

Just a moment ago, Cheon (天) and Roe (雷) were in their respective places, but now, Cheon (天) was in both.

Roar!

The pressure crushing my body was twice as strong as before. It was difficult to move my body.

The mark in the opponent's pupils was changing again. This time, Roe (雷) was in both.

Flash!

Literally, lightning struck.

I instinctively raised my sword.

Crackle.

The burnt ground came into view.

A pain shot through the hand holding the sword. All my fingers were broken.

Thud.

At the sound, I looked back, and there, the opponent, Namgung Cheon, was clad in lightning qi.

I now knew who he was.

"The Swift Thunder of the Gale."

"Oh! You know the name of this technique? How surprising. I've never used it before in the martial world."

The reason Namgung had been destroyed before my regression.

And the reason the Divine Monk had to die.

It wasn't just because of the poison.

I hadn't been able to recall him immediately after hearing the name Namgung Cheon, and that was very natural.

The Swift Thunder of the Gale was his most favored technique.

In the martial world, he was called the Storm Sword.

Before my regression, there was a madman who had killed over three hundred martial artists alone.

To think that that guy was this guy.

Shit, to think this guy was from the Chaotic Heavenly Society.

"Am I still slow?"

I'm really fucked.

(End of Chapter)