[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 182

Ding!

**〈White Peach Transformation〉**

“Bloom, flower.”

**〈True Words: White Flower Mantra〉**

“Lushly blooming white snake flower.”

**〈True Words: Hundred Flowers in Full Bloom〉**

“Like a rushing stream, they gather in darkness, scattering and burning impurities as fuel.”

**〈True Words: Hundred Flowers in Chaos〉**

The white flowers embedded deep within the Young Master’s body burn the impurities as fuel, turning into white flames.

As his decaying limbs burn in the white flames, new flesh rapidly regenerates.

The red rashes subside, and scabs and ulcers burn away, disappearing completely.

Compared to the long suffering the Young Master endured, the treatment happens in an instant.

—Crack, crack.

“Whew—”

“Even the word ‘amazing’ falls short. Countless doctors came and went, yet none could even name the illness…”

“Child, what is this sight? I’d believe a divine immortal had descended.”

“It’s not like that.”

While receiving endless praise from the grandfathers, the Young Master, lying on the bed, began to groan and open his eyes.

“Ugh… Where… is this?”

“Patient, are you okay?”

Leaning in to look at the Young Master, he blinks his eyes.

“Ah, ah… Are you a fairy? Have you finally come to end this suffering?”

Sitting on the Young Master’s stomach, his face turns red.

“F-Fairy, I don’t dislike it, but isn’t this too soon?”

“Did your brain not heal properly? I’m not a fairy, I’m Yama, here to end your life, you punk.”

**《The exalted Sixth Heaven’s Demon King, Yama, joyfully unfolds the Book of Life and Death》**

**《The Divine Beast Bonggu spits hellfire while wagging its tail》**

“Shin Yi, what are you doing?”

“Grandfather, you didn’t forget the promise, right?”

“What promise… Are you really going to keep your word about hitting me?”

“Yep. A man’s word?”

“…A thousand gold coins.”

Bam!!

“Gwahk!”

In a mounted position, a fist slams into the Young Master’s face, turning his handsome features into a bloody mess.

Bam!!!

“Keugh!”

Blood and teeth scatter into the air.

“Wh-why…?”

“Don’t know, so you’re asking? How many stonemasons did you grind up to make that egg?”

The bloodied Young Master trembles as he looks at the stone.

“All the stonemasons who worked on that probably died, right?”

“……”

“That level of craftsmanship must’ve taken years. How many died?”

“Th-three hundred…”

“Ha. I have a condition where I can’t stand people with worse morals than me. Even a monk can’t shave his own head, so I can’t fix this myself.”

“B-but I’m the Young Mast…”

Kwaaang!!

“Jueeek!!”

Grandmother Hyeolma, who had raised her hand as if to stop the conversation, lowered her hand again after listening.

Kwaaang─!

“Kkeo-eok.”

“Because of you, I feel inferior.”

Kwaaang─!!

“How can someone have worse character than me? This is one hell of a bastard.”

The Young Master, trembling all over, had no teeth left in his mouth that hadn’t been knocked out.

As I came down from the bed and grabbed the Young Master’s neck to lift him up, he made choking sounds, still not unconscious.

“Open your eyes.”

“Let… go.”

“Martial artists are truly amazing, being able to glare even in this situation.”

Thwak!

Thud.

“Kuaaaak!!”

With the sound of something snapping, the Young Master’s eyeballs began to rotate.

Blood spurted from his eyes.

“Aaaak!! Stop!!”

Even with his neck grabbed, he managed to scream loudly.

“Shin Yi, isn’t that enough?”

“Yes.”

Thwak!

“Heal.”

The Young Master’s eyeballs rolled back and healed.

“Can you see now?”

“Ughhh…”

Seeing him drooling, it seems he’s not in his right mind.

Shaking his neck slightly brings him back to his senses.

“Answer.”

“Ah, I can’t see. I really can’t see anything.”

“That’s your future.”

Ding!

[Low Kick]

Thud, Kwaang─!!

Kicking his shin, the Young Master’s leg bent grotesquely as he flew into a corner.

“Your dick’s broken, you bastard.”

Kwaang!

Thud!

Kwaang!

Thud!

With two kicks, both arms were crushed.

“Kkeok─ Now I feel like I’ve digested breakfast.”

Picking up the guy with his limbs twisted weirdly and walking back to his original spot, the necks of the gathered people naturally followed.

“Here, I spared him as you said, Grandfather.”

Handing over the Young Master, now a rag, Grandfather’s face twisted.

“If you give me one more treasure, I’ll restore him.”

“…I guess I’ll have to have another child.”

Ding!

“With the fierce competitor eliminated, I am now the number one in the world with the worst personality.”

Ding!

───

Han Ga-eul

Lv. 62

◇Class: White Saint (Supporter)

◇Titles

Shin Yi: Healing Power +30%

Martial Arts Prodigy: Attack Power +10%

○Strength: F-

○Agility: F-

○Intelligence: F-

○Stamina: F-

○Magic: F-

◈Weaknesses

◈White Peach Transformation

○Cure

○Blessing

○Purification

───

In the middle, I keep hearing system sounds and feeling stronger.

Suddenly, something strange appeared on the status window.

“Not the best in the world, just the martial world? There’s still someone better than me?”

The world is indeed vast.

While I was checking the status window, the grandfather and grandmother who had been keeping their distance approached.

“Hehe, our little one is quite fiery.”

“I could tell from the way you massaged my shoulders with those tiny hands—your grip is quite impressive.”

“Child, if you’re done with your business, let’s do another chiropractic session.”

“Chiropractic? Doing it too often isn’t good for you.”

“Ah, this old man’s back is killing me.”

“Grandfather Grim Sword, you’re in perfect condition right now.”

So perfect that his eyes are practically glowing.

With a towering height well over 190 cm and a menacing face to match, even the bravest young man would wet himself at the sight of him.

—Tsk, tsk.

“Whew—”

Grandmother Hyeolma was right. Most people here are out of their minds.

To survive in this crazy world, I need to be the craziest of them all.

“Now, shall we head to the Cheonma Shin Guild’s treasure vault?”

Grandfather Grim Sword, pouting his lips in a way unbecoming of his age, suddenly got excited and approached.

“Child, the Cheonma Divine Sword! Bring that first.”

“Hehe, the Cheonma Divine Sword is great!”

Seeing the other grandfathers agree, it must be a really good item.

“Hey, you crazy old men!!”

Suddenly, Grandfather Cheonma shouted at the top of his lungs.

“That’s a sacred relic of the Divine Teaching! And it’s hanging from my waist!!”

“Huh? Was it?”

“Ugh.”

Grandfather Cheonma rubbed the back of his neck.

High blood pressure is indeed a dangerous disease.

Even the legendary Golden Warrior couldn’t escape it, so how could Grandfather Cheonma?

***

“Child, the Black Blood Soul Spear is the best!”

“Changma, have you gone mad already? Why are you recommending such a brutal spear to such a small child!”

“Brutal? This is why I can’t stand those stick-wielding earth sword swingers.”

“What did you say?”

In front of the treasure vault guarded by dozens of martial artists, the grandfathers kept arguing.

“Hahaha. You’re all so noisy. After seeing the fist technique earlier, you’re still spouting nonsense. Of course, it’s the fist armor.”

Arguing about what’s the best, from Grandfather Cheonma’s perspective, their behavior must be annoying.

Creak!

With a loud noise, the treasure vault door finally opened.

“I’ll be back.”

As I stepped into the vault, the grandfathers and grandmothers followed in a rush.

“Are you coming with me?”

“Hehe, it’s the first time the vault has opened in decades. We should at least enjoy the sight.”

Grandmother Hyeolma, who had approached from the side, patted my head.

I thought only one guard would follow, but it seems like everyone’s coming in.

“Let’s go together.”

As we walked into the treasure hall, items were meticulously displayed on a stone-carved platform.

Each one seemed to radiate a strange energy, as if to announce their preciousness.

“Child.”

“Yes, Grandmother.”

“Start by taking that first.”

What Grandmother pointed to was a seemingly ordinary white porcelain bottle.

*Ding!*

───

[Taeeul Divine Wine]

A medicinal wine brewed by Taeeul Jinin, who became an immortal.

Grade: Ancient High

───

“It’s hard for someone who hasn’t mastered martial arts to consume spiritual medicine. Spiritual medicine is something artificially condensed through human hands.”

“It looks like alcohol, is this okay?”

“Nothing harmonizes medicinal energy better than alcohol. Medicinal wine can be consumed by ordinary people too.”

“Oh ho. Thank you.”

“Hehe, sure.”

The long and wide corridor was packed with items.

Now I see why the Heavenly Demon Grandfather set a limit on how many we could take.

None of these are ordinary.

“Ball!”

“Huh? You woke up?”

Baekseol, who had been in my pocket since treating the Young Master, peeked out her face.

Seems like she woke up from her nap.

“What ball are you talking about?”

Following where Baekseol was pointing with her paw, there was a round object about the size of a baseball.

*Ding!*

───

[Ten Thousand Year Ice Crystal]

An ice crystal formed from extreme yin energy condensed over ten thousand years.

Grade: Ancient Legend

───

“Baekseol, do you want to play with this?”

“Yes!”

Just in case, I gripped it tightly. It was cold, but it didn’t freeze me.

“Here. Play with your toy.”

“Excited!”

*Roll roll.*

As soon as I placed Baekseol on the platform, she started rolling the ball around.

Seems like she likes it.

We got the medicine and a toy for Baekseol. Now, just one more thing to grab before we leave.

“Eek!”

“Child! The Heavenly Demon has collapsed!”

“Huh? Why all of a sudden!”

“Looks like he got high blood pressure from seeing the baby rabbit playing with the Ten Thousand Year Ice Crystal.”