The Regressed Sword Demon Changes the Future

"Hwa Gongja should take the Snow Wheel Pill."

Jang Baekseo yielded the Snow Wheel Pill that Madam Ma had handed him to Hwa Mokyeon.

"But…"

Seeing Hwa Mokyeon not readily accepting it, Jang Baekseo added.

"I've recently had an elixir. If not, how could I have reached the peak realm so quickly, no matter how much of a genius I am?"

Jang Baekseo, who had answered with a mix of a joke, soon looked at Hwa Mokyeon with serious eyes and said.

"The Snow Wheel Pill is more necessary for you, Young Master Hwa, than for me."

Hwa Mokyeon was currently wandering on the border between the peak and transcendent realms.

Compared to Myeonggwang, the first-generation disciple of Qingcheng, who had reached that level in his mid-twenties, Hwa Mokyeon's talent, who had reached that far at an age ten years younger, was remarkable.

It was just that it wasn't noticeable because of Jang Baekseo, who showed even greater achievements at an age ten years younger, but Hwa Mokyeon was definitely a genius.

If he were to take the Snow Wheel Pill now, it would by no means be impossible for him to reach the transcendent realm.

Thus, Hwa Mokyeon, who had accepted Jang Baekseo's goodwill, took the Snow Wheel Pill and was able to absorb about half of its energy in a day.

But, unfortunately, unlike Jang Baekseo's wish, he could not reach the transcendent realm.

'If I hadn't taken the elixir, I would have died long ago…'

Catching his rough breath, Hwa Mokyeon glared at the leader of the Righteous Sword Squad, no, Namgung Jeongmin.

Unlike Hwa Mokyeon, who was glaring fiercely, Namgung Jeongmin was looking back at Hwa Mokyeon as if it were amusing.

'Damn it… that guy's words are completely different, aren't they?'

When he had met Jang Pangyo on Mount He before, Jang Baekseo and Hwa Mokyeon had also heard information about Namgung Jeongmin, the leader of the Righteous Sword Squad.

He had a strong desire for fame but no ability, and on top of that, he was a typical unlucky young master who had come in through his family's connections and was only obsessed with his own self-preservation… that was Jang Pangyo's evaluation of Namgung Jeongmin.

But the Namgung Jeongmin he had actually faced was a completely different person from the person in the story.

Transcendent!

Namgung Jeongmin had reached the transcendent realm where he could use sword force. He was not a person who could be said to have no skill, even as an empty word.

'Well… he was right about one thing, that he's unlucky.'

In the meantime, in a corner of Hwa Mokyeon's head, the deliberation on how to defeat Namgung Jeongmin was continuing.

'The sword technique he's using is the Boundless Azure Sky Sword Technique… the high-level sword technique of the Namgung family, which is said to be the freest in the world…'

The Namgung family, which was said to be sitting at the head of the Seven Great Families. And the martial art that was considered one of the best even in the Namgung family was the Boundless Azure Sky Sword Technique.

As its name, 'Boundless Azure Sky', suggested, Hwa Mokyeon was facing the infinitely free sword technique with the signature technique of Huashan, the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

But it was not enough.

Although there was a difference between sword force and sword qi, the brilliance of the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique that Hwa Mokyeon had used could not catch up with the freedom of Namgung Jeongmin's Boundless Azure Sky Sword Technique.

'There's no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation…!'

But even so, Hwa Mokyeon could not avoid a head-on confrontation.

Behind Hwa Mokyeon now, in the cave, Madam Ma was enduring the pain of childbirth and was giving birth.

If he were to avoid a head-on confrontation here, he did not even want to think about what would happen after that.

"Haaaaa!!"

Hwa Mokyeon once again rushed at Namgung Jeongmin.

"Ho ho~? Are you coming at me? It seems you still don't understand the difference in power!!"

The light sky-blue sword force of Namgung Jeongmin and the purple sword qi of Hwa Mokyeon clashed.

"Keuk!"

"You face sword force with sword force. Doesn't a disciple of Huashan know such a basic thing?"

Kwaang kwaang kwaang!

The more the collisions continued, the more blood flowed from all the holes in Hwa Mokyeon's face.

Hwa Mokyeon, who did not have a technique like Jang Baekseo's Jowon sword manual that could let the sword force flow and weaken it, had no choice but to endure the shock with his body.

Kwaang!

"Geuk!?"

Unable to withstand the shock of the sword force, Hwa Mokyeon was thrown back.

Jijijijik!

Hwa Mokyeon, who had whipped his falling body and had somehow endured the attack, spat out the blood that had collected in his mouth.

"Spit!"

"Good spirit, isn't it? But how about you realize it now?"

"What do you mean?"

"That you can never beat me."

"…"

"Hey, hey! Don't glare at me with those axe-like eyes! I'm just saying it because I don't like seeing a young beggar of the Central Plains lose so pathetically."

"Ha! If you're so concerned, would you mind turning around and getting lost to your family's home in Anhui?"

"I can't do that… I see you already know about the existence of the Hundred River Association…"

Hwa Mokyeon did not answer Namgung Jeongmin's question.

"Then why are you interfering with our event?"

"What?"

Hwa Mokyeon made a dumbfounded sound, as if he didn't know what this was about.

From the attack on the pregnant woman, to torturing and killing people to get information, even if they were from the Unorthodox Faction, and killing a lot of innocent escort warriors. It was extremely absurd for the one who had done all that to say such a thing.

"The Hundred River Association. Isn't it a wonderful name?"

"…"

"The Hundred Rivers, the sky of the hundred paths. It's a name that means an ideal world that will be achieved after completely eliminating the Unorthodox Faction and the Black Path, and the cursed demonic people of the Demonic Cult."

"…"

"Doesn't your heart swell just by hearing it?"

"…Bullshit…"

"Haha! You have a foul mouth. But you must be sympathizing with my words deep in your heart. Aren't you a disciple of the great Huashan?"

Namgung Jeongmin continued with exaggerated movements, as if he were in a play.

"You must know well, right? That although they look like us, the evil people of the Unorthodox Faction, the trash of the Black Path, and the disgusting demonic people of the Demonic Cult are by no means human beings of the same value."

Saying so, Namgung Jeongmin pointed his index finger straight and pointed to the cave that Hwa Mokyeon was backing.

"Of course, the dirty daughter of a demonic person in that cave now, and her child, are the same."

For a moment.

Hwa Mokyeon got goosebumps at the sight of Namgung Jeongmin, who did not treat Madam Ma and the child to be born as human, with a sincere heart without a single lie.

"I'll say it for the last time."

Namgung Jeongmin said with a face that had lost its smile from before.

"Move."

"Then I'll say it one last time too."

Hwa Mokyeon, who had re-gripped his sword with his palm, which had all its skin peeled off from clashing with the sword force, said with a fierce smile.

"I'd rather die."

"Yes, then die."

Namgung Jeongmin, who had made a bored expression as if he were not interested in Hwa Mokyeon's resolute appearance, had the Boundless Azure Sky Sword Technique, a free sword technique that was not bound by anything, unfold from the tip of his hand, wishing only for Hwa Mokyeon's death.

Kwa kwa kwa kwa kwaang!

At Namgung Jeongmin's terrifying continuous attack, Hwa Mokyeon could only block and dodge repeatedly.

A predicament that seemed to have no way to break through. Even in a state where his body was not well due to internal injuries, Hwa Mokyeon's eyes were not yet dead.

'Once, if there's an opening just once…!'

Hwa Mokyeon, who had been repeatedly blocking Namgung Jeongmin's sword, found an opening in the Boundless Azure Sky Sword Technique for a very short moment and threw his body without hesitation.

The Tae-eul Mira Palm, the signature technique of Huashan, unfolded from the hand of Hwa Mokyeon, who had broken into Namgung Jeongmin's bosom.

The frightening thing about the Tae-eul Mira Palm, the most aggressive and deadly palm technique among the palm techniques of Huashan, was that this palm technique contained the subtlety of the dark energy and the internal injury hand technique that penetrated the opponent's protective qi and gave a blow.

If it went in properly, even if it could not give a fatal wound, he could escape from the one-sided situation like now.

But.

"You're not the only one who has learned a palm technique."

To Hwa Mokyeon's Tae-eul Mira Palm, which had broken into his bosom, Namgung Jeongmin also faced it with a palm technique.

The Cheonroe Three Palms!

The most destructive palm technique of the Namgung family clashed with the most deadly palm technique of Huashan.

Kwa jijijijijijik!

The lightning qi of the Cheonroe Three Palms pushed back the palm force of the Tae-eul Mira Palm, and soon, Hwa Mokyeon was thrown far away.

"Keuk!?"

Hwa Mokyeon, whose entire body was blackened as if it had been burned by a flame due to the influence of the lightning qi, was thrown into a tree.

What was worse was that his internal injuries, which had been severe due to the sword force, had been further aggravated by the lightning qi of the Cheonroe Three Palms.

A severe internal injury where it would not be strange if he fell into qi deviation at any moment, and a body that had been ravaged by the lightning qi and the sword force and had become a mess… there was no strength left to move.

'…Is this the end…'

It was a request that he had taken on, thinking it was just a simple escort mission.

He had met Jang Baekseo, Cheong Yeonah, Jang Yuran, and Madam Ma.

The escort mission had been ruined by an unexpected attack, and as a result of the bravado he had shown without knowing it, he had ended up participating in a long journey.

A long, long journey from Sichuan to Guizhou, through Guangxi, to Hunan… to think that this was the result…

Hwa Mokyeon, who could not even lift a finger or move a single facial muscle, laughed helplessly in his heart.

The moment Hwa Mokyeon had given up everything.

"You can't go any further."

There was someone who was blocking Namgung Jeongmin's front.

"Ho ho~ she's a young lady who looks quite spirited, isn't she?"

"Don't talk nonsense and step back! If not, I'll put a hole in your face."

The one who had blocked Namgung Jeongmin's front was Jang Yuran, who had been helping Madam Ma with her delivery in the cave until just a moment ago.

"A first-rate at a young age… it's a considerable level, but you must know, miss, if you're not a fool, right?"

The light sky-blue sword force burned from the sword of Namgung Jeongmin, who was saying that.

"…So what? No matter how strong you are, the fact that you're a piece of trash who only bothers a pregnant widow doesn't change a single thing!!"

At Jang Yuran's blatant curse, Namgung Jeongmin's eyebrow twitched.

"And I will never submit to such a piece of trash."

At the sight of Jang Yuran, who was grinning, not even a piece of a smile was left on Namgung Jeongmin's face.

"A bitch who doesn't even know her place is running her mouth carelessly."

With those words, Namgung Jeongmin approached Jang Yuran with a ghost-like movement.

"…!!"

Jang Yuran, who had unfolded her most powerful signature technique with all her strength to match that…

Thump!

Namgung Jeongmin had grabbed the head of Jang Yuran's spear with his bare hands with a simplicity that was almost absurd.

And he twisted his wrist and pushed it straight forward.

"Keuk!?"

In that one move, all the skin on the palm of Jang Yuran, who was holding the spear tightly, was scraped off.

And the end of the spear that she had missed in that way stabbed her chest.

For a moment, Jang Yuran, who had a problem with her breathing, clutched her chest.

"Do you know your place now, you arrogant bitch?"

Even while coughing because she could not breathe properly, Jang Yuran forcibly squeezed out her voice.

"F-f*ck you, keuk, you, piece of… trash!!"

At the sight of Jang Yuran, who was still insulting him as a piece of trash, Namgung Jeongmin's eyebrows rose completely in an inverted V-shape.

"You arrogant bitch!!!"

Namgung Jeongmin, who had broken into Jang Yuran's bosom in an instant, grabbed her neck and lifted her up.

"Keuk!? Keuk!?"

Because of that, Jang Yuran, who could not breathe properly, made a dying sound.

But not caring about that, Namgung Jeongmin clenched his fist and…

Crack!

"Keuk!?"

He hit Jang Yuran's stomach.

Jang Yuran, who could not even breathe properly because her neck was being held, could not block or dodge that attack and could only be beaten helplessly.

"Now, do you still think I'm a piece of trash?"

At the question of Namgung Jeongmin, who had loosened his grip so that she could speak, Jang Yuran opened her mouth to say something.

"…Hey…"

"Your voice is small. Speak a little louder."

"…F*ck you, you son of a bitch!"

(End of Chapter)