On Hiatus: God's Personal Reasons-Chapter 255: #Bastard Young Master an Absolute Martial God? (2)

Wasn’t this a cliché breaking off an engagement scene straight out of a romance or isekai novel?!

If this were the novel I was writing, I’d have joined the event.

“I'm skipping trivial events!”

“Pardon?” The messenger’s eyes went wide.

I waved at him, saying, “Yeah, whatever, just break off the engagement. Also, tell them to leave.”

“B-but, Young Master!”

I don’t have time for this.

I couldn’t give less of a fuck about Zhu Bajie’s ruined engagement or that cringey Sword Gentleman bastard!

I’d become certain that this was Demon Lord’s world. Above all, if those slimy Three Pure Ones had left, it could only mean the God of Destroyer’s alter ego was about to descend!

Seeing my lukewarm reaction, the messenger pressed. “Y-Young Master! They’re the famous Namgoong Clan and Mount Hua sect in the martial arts world! I get that you’re angry, but please, shouldn’t you at least greet them for a while?”

“Hoahm...”

I could see myself yawning in the mirror.

Ugh, look at the flab on his neck. I can never get used to this.

Baaaang!

Just then, a deafening explosion rang from outside.

What's that?

***

A pit about ten meters had opened on the lawn of Yang Clan’s quarters. It was the trace of two masters sparring against each other.

“Koff, koff!”

“Sir! Are you alright?!”

Yang Tiexin—Yang Clan’s head—was coughing up blood, and family members rushed forth to help him. Before him stood a sculpted, handsome youth. Strung at his waist was a sword with famed Mount Hua Sect’s Plum Blossom Swordsman emblem. Sword Gentleman, Gu Zihe, bowed respectfully toward Yang Tiexin.

“Please forgive my uncouthness, but you attacked me first. No matter how angry you are, how could you attack your junior?”

Even though he sounded polite, there was a hint of contempt. After all, the head of a martial arts clan had just been defeated by a young master in his teens.

“You’re indeed the best in Mount Hua Sect. You’re so much more impressive than the rumors had suggested!”

“Yang Tiexin’s qi has reached a hundred twenty years, yet he overpowered him so effortlessly.”

Murmurs from the people of the Namgoong clan came from behind.

Gu Zihe glanced at the woman in the group. He could feel her intense gaze fixated on him through her pure white veil. She was none other than Namgoong Xiaoxiao, one of the World’s Five Beauties, and the apple of her clan. How proud he was!

Indeed, a woman who truly matches me, the famed Sword Gentleman!

Gu Zihe had accompanied her to the Yang Clan under the pretext of announcing her engagement annulment. However, his true purpose was to suppress the Yang Clan’s influence on the Mount Hua Sect’s territory.

Gaining both fame and love at the same time? How lucrative!

“Y-you...! Koff, koff!”

Yang Tiexin, infamous for being short-tempered, had fallen for Gu Zihe’s light provocation and struck first. He got his ass handed to him by a junior, essentially fulfilling Gu Zihe’s goal.

Thud thud thud!

Suddenly, a massive young man, drenched in sweat, rushed toward them.

“Young Master! Wait up!”

On top of seemingly weighing at least four hundred pounds, he wore an extremely flashy red silk robe, looking like a red pig.

Hmph, is that him?

He was Yang Il-Shin, Yang Clan’s eldest son and Namgoong Xiaoxiao’s former fiancé.

“Tsk!”

A sound of disgust escaped from behind Namgoong Xiaoxiao’s veil. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Haha, it’s like putting a pearl necklace on a pig.

Gu Zihe sneered.

Seeing Yang Il-Shin in person, he finally understood why the Namgoong Clan was so hellbent on breaking off the engagement. Yang Gua, the former head of the Yang Clan, was one of the five greatest martial artists in the world. The engagement with Namgoong Xiaoxiao was arranged when he was still around. After his death, the Yang Clan’s influence had been declining at an alarming rate. There was no one left to inherit his unique martial art skills, which could only be passed down through direct lineage.

“Oh! Young Master Hong! You’ve finally arrived! I waited for you for so long that I thought my head would snap!” Gu Zihe opened his arms wide, greeting him warmly.

Bewildered, Yang Il-Shin turned to ask his attendant, So Hyang. “Why is he calling me Young Master Hong? Aren’t I from the Yang Clan?”

Embarrassed, So Hyang then whispered into his ear, “He’s teasing you, Young Master. Because you’re known as the red pig!”

Yang Il-Shin touched his red robes and fatty jawline, then nodded. “Oh, red pig... That’s a fitting nickname.”

“Y-Young Master!”

Gu Zihe smiled, looking at Yang Il-Shin. “I have always deeply admired the late Yang Gua’s noble deeds and martial arts. However, Yang Tiexin has grown feeble and struggles to show his true strength. Would Young Master Hong care to show us a thing or two?”

“So Hyang. What is he trying to say? Is he challenging me?”

“Young Master, don’t fall for his provocation!”

Yang Il-Shin nodded. “Of course. So Hyang, I’m a believer of love and peace.”

“Lo... ve? What... does that mean?”

“It’s a Western phrase for someone who pursues love and peace.”

“Y-Young Master! You’re so knowledgeable!”

Clicking his tongue disapprovingly, Gu Zihe shouted with his grandiose qi, “Hahaha! There’s no man in the Yang Clan—only a pig! No wonder his woman left him!”

“Y-you...!”

The people of the Yang Clan turned bright red at the blatant contempt.

“Huh?”

Thud thud thud!

Yet, Yang Il-Shin approached Gu Zihe with heavy footsteps.

“Oh, have you made up your mind?”

Yang Il-Shin didn’t answer, but only stared intently at the sword on Gu Zihe’s waist.

Licking his lips like a starving pig, Yang Il-Shin finally said, “I’ll fight you if you draw that sword. And if I win, you have to hand that sword to me.”

“Haha! Do you even know that this is the sacred sword of our sect, the Meteor Galaxy Sword?”

Yang Il-Shin tilted his head curiously. “What’s that?”

“It’s a divine sword bestowed by the great God of Sword from the Three Pure Ones! If you want me to wager this sword, shouldn’t Young Master Hong offer something of equal value?"

“Ah, so that’s why I felt some divine power from it. Alright, let’s do it. What do you want?”

Gu Zihe’s face twisted slightly. “Young Master Hong, aren’t you being rude when we’ve just met? I’ve heard some rumors about you. Aren’t you supposed to be the descendant of a noble family?”

“Ha, such bullshit. Who caused trouble in someone else’s house? Just shut up and tell me what you want.”

Gu Zihe gritted his teeth. “Break off your engagement with the Namgoong Clan’s young lady. Also, I want one of your hands!”

“Okay, deal.”

The red pig hummed while casually rolling up his sleeves. The absolute nerve! Gu Zihe was speechless.

Does he have some trick up his sleeve?

Gu Zihe threw a glance at the rest of the Yang Clan.

“Y-Young Master! Did that inkstone mess with your head?! How can you give up your hand?! Your opponent is a noble swordsman, Sword Gentleman, also called the Heavenly Dragon?!”

“W-what are you doing?! Stop the young master! Il-Shin! There’s a lot of fish in the sea! You’re just being reckless because your engagement is annul—koff, koff!”

Both So Hyang and Yang Tiexin stared at him as if looking at a crazy pig, and Gu Zihe chuckled.

Pfft, I guess I was worried for nothing.

Thud thud thud!

Ignoring the pleas from his family, Yang Il-Shin stood before Gu Zihe with a bandage over his head.

“Young Master Hong, I will let you have the first strike.”

“Haa... haa...! I’m tired, so you go first.” Yang Il-Shin panted.

With all that fat? No surprise. Even a martial artist would struggle to stand that long, let alone someone like Yang Il-Shin.

“Hmph! I’ll finish you off in one move.”

Swish!

In a flash, Gu Zihe had struck Yang Il-Shin square in the pit.

Pooow!

Despite how clean it was, it was no simple strike. A smile flashed across Gu Zihe’s face. The qi in that strike would tear Yang Il-Shin’s internal organs to shreds...

Crack!

“Argh!” Gu Zihe jumped back in shock. Blood was trickling down his half-crushed fist.

W-what kind of physique is that?!

Instead of flesh and blood, it felt like he’d just struck a piece of diamond!

“Ugh! You caught me off guard! So, you’ve mastered Shaolin Temple’s Indestructible Body!”

Yang Il-Shin tilted his head, confused. “Nope. It’s a shareable skill—Rock God’s Power. First time using it, but it works pretty well.”

Shrrrrng!

With a bright red face, Gu Zihe pulled out his sword. The demonic-looking sword emitted an ominous red aura as it went for Yang Il-Shin’s neck.

“Prepare yourself! Not even Indestructible Body can stop a divine sword!”

Tzzz!

“Plum Blossom Divine Sword Ultimate Technique, Ten Thousand Miles Plum Blossom Fragrance!”

As the name suggested, a plum blossom-like fragrance spread through the area, accompanied by a scattering, petal-shaped red sword aura.

Whoosh!

Despite its enchanting appearance, it contained a terrifying energy that could slice through iron plates like paper.

Swoosh!

Beautiful, sword aura of plum blossom petals cascaded on Yang Il-Shin like torrential rain. The most threatening of all was the overwhelming sword aura—over six meters long—extending from Gu Zihe’s divine sword. It surged toward Yang Il-Shin with the force to cleave him in half, like a slab of meat at the butcher’s.

“Ha! I see it!” Yang Il-Shin snickered, then extended both hands toward the sword. Was he trying to grab the blade with his bare hands?

Gu Zihe was speechless. “You crazy pig, die!”

Claaaaang!

With a spine-chilling, metallic clang, Yang Il-Shin shouted confidently, “Heh! I stopped it!”

Well, he did stop it, but not with his hands.

The sword, which struck down like a lightning bolt, was stuck on his large, fleshy head.

Why! Why can’t I slash him!

Gu Zihe suppressed the urge to scream.

Yang Il-Shin’s thick, fleshy lips parted. “Call Yang il-Shin a crazy pig all you want, because he does look like one.”

Then, he clenched his fist. “But, I won’t stand you calling me a crazy pig!”

“What kind of nonsense are you spouting?!”

In the next moment, a punch that didn’t seem to belong to a human crashed down on Gu Zihe like a mountain.

“Eeeek!”

Gu Zihe went pale as he rushed to block with his sword.

Clang!

The divine sword was broken into two, and Yang Il-Shin punched Gu Zihe square in the face.

“Bleeegh!”

With the sound of a pig being slaughtered, Gu Zihe’s face was crushed. He flew into the sky like a kite with a broken string.

“Aah! It’s broken! What a waste of divine power!”

Without a care, Yang Il-Shin ran to pick up the broken divine sword, sucking on it like candy.

Everyone else stood there in shock at the overwhelming skills and bizarre behavior of the Yang Clan’s young master.

Finally, the silence was broken by the veiled woman, Namgoong Xiaoxiao.

Clap clap clap!

She approached Yang Il-Shin, her delicate hands clapping in admiration. “So, you were hiding your skills, Brother Yang! How blind I was—not to recognize such a hero! If it isn’t too much, could you please share the origin of the martial arts you just displayed? It doesn’t seem to originate from the Yang Clan...”

Yang Il-Shin crossed his arms for a moment, and exclaimed as if he had a good idea, “Demon Lord’s Punch!”