He could not comprehend that his master had granted him something so precious to this extent. He was truly happy about it, but he knew he should not waste any time. So, he decided to take his first step—something that had been in his grandfather's possession. For that reason, he went with his father. And of course, he also had to greet the people who had made his life an unbearable hell.
He smiled wickedly as he thought about revenge. This time, there was no one to hit him on the head because of his malicious smile. But he forgot that his father was sitting with him. He stopped laughing and looked at his father, who was watching him with concern. Lang Biol's behavior had always been foolish, to the point that his master sometimes said he was the stupidest person he had ever seen in his life. But then he remembered that before returning to the past, he had been called the Sword Maniac or Brother of Swords because he was always obsessed with searching for the best sword. Now, however, he was the gentle and well-mannered fourth son who was always polite and kind.
After thinking about this, he smiled and tried to change the awkward atmosphere by speaking:
"Right, Father, what is today's meeting about?"
"Lang Biol" knew that if his father attended a meeting, it meant something important was happening. According to what he remembered, there had been a major issue with the Golden Tiger Sect, but he was not sure whether this was that same meeting or if it was still too early for that event. If it was not, that would be a great loss. Then he looked at a wooden box decorated with flying flowers.
"I think it's about the Golden Tiger Sect."
"Oh really? Is it serious?"
"No, it's not serious."
Even so, Lang Biol knew it was extremely serious, because the Golden Tiger Sect was located between the Red Sea Sect and the North Star Sect. If anyone from the Red Sea Sect wanted to go to the North Star Sect, they had to pass through the Golden Tiger Sect, and vice versa.
But one day, some second-grade disciples from the Red Sea Sect passed through the Golden Tiger Sect to reach the North Star Sect, and they ended up fighting with first-grade disciples from the Golden Tiger Sect. The problem was that the grandson of the Golden Tiger Sect's leader was among them and was severely injured. This angered the elders and the sect leader, who then decided to prevent anyone from the Red Sea Sect from entering.
It had been a trivial matter—children fight all the time—but because the sect leader's grandson was involved, it became serious. However, Lang Biol did not care; he already had the solution. He looked at the box again with a happy smile that seemed completely strange, which increased his father's concern.
After being rejected by all the masters, Lang Biol had become gloomy and withdrawn, and now here he was smiling at this strange wooden box.
His father asked curiously, though he hesitated at first, "What is this box?" Lang Biol looked at him with a gentle smile to reassure him, then turned to the box.
"This is the treasure that will represent my first step toward… success."
He was about to say "my first step toward revenge," but he remembered that he was supposed to be the gentle and polite fourth son, so he changed it to "success" with a bright smile. But his father was not convinced, so he decided to ask more directly.
"What is inside it?"
Lang Biol looked at him for a moment, then smiled with the same smile.
"I already told you. It is the thing that will bring me… success."
His father could not hide his anger; the veins on his forehead stood out. But before he could ask again, the driver informed them that they had arrived. His father sighed and decided to let it go this time.
They got out of the carriage, and Lang Biol held the box as he followed his father. When they arrived at the palace, Lang Biol thought for a moment that he was in the Emperor's palace because of the gold and black decorations spread everywhere.
A servant stood at the gate, and when he saw Lang Biol's father, he opened the door. Lang Biol entered behind his father and saw that half of the ministers were not present, and those who did not come had sent their sons instead. Among those present was the Minister of Commerce, who looked angry, and a few other ministers.
Lang Biol looked around the hall until he found the one he was searching for—a young man in his twenties with dark purple hair and green eyes. Anyone with purple hair was from the Purple Mist Sect, and this young man was a trainer named Leong Hyun. He was the son of one of the members of the Purple Mist Sect, and his mother was also from the Purple Mist Sect.
Lang Biol stared at him for a long time, and because of that, his expression changed into something strange. His cheeks turned red, and his bright smile appeared, and Lang Biol could not help but say these words: "Finally, I found you—my first step toward revenge and power."
His father sat silently watching his son's expressions, but he was not the only one; everyone in the hall, including his grandfather, was looking at him. When Lang Biol realized that Leong Hyun was looking at him nervously, he quickly adjusted his expression into a natural smile and bowed to the sect leader, who was his grandfather.
The sect leader remained silent for a long time, which made Lang Biol feel impatient because he wanted to sit down. After a while, he looked at him with annoyance—it would be better to say it was like the look of someone from the Beggar Sect.
"Well, you may sit."
Before he even finished his sentence, Lang Biol sat beside his father, directly facing Leong Hyun. Everyone was surprised by Lang Biol's behavior, but the most nervous person was Leong Hyun, because Lang Biol was staring at him directly.
Usually, when someone catches you staring at them, you look away. But Lang Biol did not. Instead, Leong Hyun was the one who looked away first. And what finally made Lang Biol avert his gaze was a plate of delicious pastries on the table. Leong Hyun finally felt some relief.
Even the sect leader noticed Lang Biol's strange behavior, so the sect leader asked with concern, "Are you feeling well?" This annoyed Lang Biol. Why does everyone keep asking this question? He smiled, trying not to show his irritation.
"Yes, I am fine."
The sect leader did not believe that either, so he decided to give him some advice.
"Listen, Biol. Although your core is weak, you can still achieve something else. The tenth brother of the sect leader also had a weak core, so he decided to become a doctor. That means he accepted his inability to use the sword and chose another path—and that is what we must all do."
It was as if he were saying: You are talentless with the sword, so you can leave swords to the truly talented if you look for something else. Lang Biol did not like these words at all and looked at him calmly. But internally, he was not calm at all.
"This old man is really forcing me.."
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(Author): Although some might not care about this, I will tell you in case the same thing happens to you, so pay close attention. I wanted to try preparing a chapter and publishing it on the site at a specific time. I prepared two chapters to be published together, but when I returned, I found that the order of the chapters was incorrect—meaning Chapter 4 was before Chapter 3. So, I adjusted them within the app, but when I checked back from the site, nothing had changed; the situation was exactly the same. I asked one of the staff members, and she was patient with me. She told me some things I should do and asked about things I had done, and I told her they didn't work. It seemed she couldn't provide further help. When I went back to the conversation, I tried a few things on the site, and finally, I succeeded in changing the order of the chapters. I discovered that if two chapters are published at the same time, it won't work, and I must put five minutes between them. Most importantly, I kept my cool and didn't cry, and it's also better to always stay calm. Also, thanks to the staff member who helped me, and that is all. So, beware of making the same mistake.