Leeches that enjoy others’ misfortunes

'I forgot… If I remember correctly, there is currently internal friction between various clans and members within the cult at the moment…'

If he carelessly garners unwanted attention toward himself, he might be seen as hostile in the eyes of those individuals.

"The cult leader has been missing for months now. Because of that, the suppressed ambition of the families and forces within the cult no longer show any decency, and are now eyeing for the throne…"

"This surely explains why someone as powerful as Hyang is willing to come to the Demon Cave to be an instructor… In this chaotic time, it's difficult to maintain one's stance, he's simply a man who is looking to shelter away from the storm."

Muyong was a man of many thoughts. Someone as powerful as Hyang can roam through the land unhindered, yet he was willing to hole up here in the Demon Cave. This can only mean that there is great danger outside so dangerous that it can threaten even a Master expert.

This further affirmed Muyong's intention. To hold a spotlight toward himself would be considered a foolish move.

But it was also a way of survival. As long as he establishes his value, even various powerful forces outside the Demon Cave would not dare to overstep their boundary.

This was no different from dancing along a blade's edge. To use others just as others would use him.

Thump!

Muyong turned around when he felt someone bumped into him.

"Bastard! Watch where you going!"

Before he could spout a word, the kid whose height was barely a palm above him furiously cursed.

Muyong looked around.

The training ground was quite wide and far, enough to fit hundreds of trainees at once. Of course, at this moment, hundreds have also died, so there was more than enough space for everyone to pass through.

He could clearly see everyone whispering among themselves, however, he couldn't discern what their exact words were.

"This body is too weak… If only I had some internal energy…" Muyong mumbled under his breath.

This angered the red-hair in front of him even further, after all, he believed that Muyong was insulting him under his breath.

"Brother Shu Gong, beat up that brat!"

Two underlings right by his side cry out, attracting even more attention.

Shu Gong already formed his fist before they called him out.

Muyong could see it drew back like a bow-string, stretching as if it would snap at any moment, yet that moment never came.

Shockingly, despite how much Shu Gong was stretching his limb apart, the tendon was in one piece!

Then, a gust of wind swiftly embraced Shu Gong fist, only to be dispersed in a blink of an eye.

This move caused a majority of the spectators to shake their head, as if pitying him.

Shu Gong however, saw something completely different!

'He's… not even looking at me!' This caused the vein on his arm to emerge even further, with a line forming on his crooked face.

He is unable to figure out why someone like Muyong, whose number is in the 300-hundred, has the confidence to not even look at him!

'He must be scared witless by my [Gale Fist]!' This was the conclusion he drew.

Shaa!

The swift fist flew by like gliding through the air with the blessing of the wind, yet Muyong happened to shift his body a bit to the left the moment Shu Gong struck.

"Brother Shu Gong, did you miss?"

One of the underlings, who was even shorter than Muyong asked in confusion.

However, Shu Gong himself was even more baffled!

He had clearly aimed for Muyong, yet it missed.

'That's right, I must have missed by accident!' There was no other explanation other than this. Wise individuals tend to believe in what can be seen, yet Shu Gong couldn't believe that Muyong had intentionally evaded his [Gale Fist].

'Yi hua… So you are here again…' Before Shu Gong aimed for him, he had already pushed his attention toward the corner of the training ground.

She is lonely, isolated, and more distinctively — unworldly. This was the Yi Hua he remembered from his past life.

Beside Yi Hua was a shorter girl. Muyong remembered her. Chu Hua accompanied Yi Hua until her death.

He let out a faint smile.

'Perhaps in this life, we are to be a stranger in a strange land…'

'Can we relive an old experience; relive an old dream?'

He is no longer the same person anymore, was he the Muyong now, or the Muyong of the past?

Countless memories clouded his vision, pressing his ill-body even further into the abyss, only for his spirit to lift. Then, he looked toward Shu Gong, who was ready to throw another punch.

flower petals that fall like snowflakes, to have great ambitions, he was bound to tread on a path different from the crowd.

Let the past remain the past, in this life, he will repay those loyal to him in his previous life while passing judgement toward the unfaithful ones.

He knew this person. Shu Gong of the notorious Blood Fang Clan. In his youth, he bullied those weaker than him, not only that, because of his Clan status as the Heir, no one weaker than him was able to live peacefully!

Among the type of people he hated most in the world, one of them is those who trample on others for enjoyment!

'Even an ant dares to shake a mountain! Leeches that enjoy others' misfortunes, you don't even deserve to stand here!'

This angered Muyong greatly.

He is physically incapable of fighting against Shu Gong. But the amount of killing intent accumulated from his past life has long surpassed many peerless experts in this current time.

Not only that, his soul was greatly refined after returning to the past.

With the help of his [Soul-Seizing] Art, Muyong appeared like a Demonic God in the eyes of Shu Gong!

"D-Demon! He is a monster!" Shu Gong's eyes frantically flashes around like a possessed ghost.

Shu Gong felt limped and weak though his body. It was like his body was held in the palm of a giant who could easily clench his fist and crush his entire body!

He was brought to his knees just as quick as he threw his [Gale Fist]. Both of his arms hang by his side, unable to conjure forth any movement.

The crowd was even more estranged by the sight fluttering before their gawk.

'It reeks!" The first to notice the scent in the air are the two brothers who were next to Shu Gong.

"Did he pissed his pants?"

"He must have gone crazy from the training and snapped!" The crowd backed away just as quickly as they gathered.

"I-Instructor! I-I-Instructor! Save me!" Shu Gong's mental state was in disarray, he did not care and started crying, shouting, and pleading for support.