Three Days to Rewrite Fate
Tang Myung’s mind was in chaos. He was certain he had died without ever returning to the Sichuan Tang Family.
The moment of death. The agony of dying. And the crushing grief of watching his brothers and family members of the Tang Clan perish one by one—he remembered every last bit of it.
Yet… he had awakened.
“Young Family Head, what are you staring off into space for?”
At Tang Hong’s light tap on his shoulder, Tang Myung turned to look at him.
“Uncle.”
At Tang Myung’s call, Tang Hong studied him quietly before speaking.
“If you called me, shouldn’t you say something?”
“Ah…”
Tang Myung, who had been staring blankly at Tang Hong, shifted his gaze to the man’s arms. Both arms were perfectly intact. After a long moment of staring, Tang Myung finally opened his mouth.
“It feels as though I had a nightmare.”
“A nightmare?”
“A truly terrifying one.”
“What kind of dream was it?”
At Tang Hong’s question, Tang Myung paused, then shook his head.
“It was a dream I don’t even want to think about, so I cannot speak of it.”
He let out a deep sigh and continued.
“All I remember is… being betrayed by both loyalty and brotherhood, then abandoned.”
“Tsk tsk… that really is a horrific dream.”
Tang Myung sighed again and nodded, then suddenly looked around.
He couldn’t quite recall where he was. As his eyes scanned the surroundings, he saw the young Tang Clan disciples studying medicinal herbs in the herb garden.
“Was this during the herbal medicine class?”
At Tang Myung’s words, Tang Hong looked at him with a mixture of puzzlement and concern.
“Are you feeling unwell? We were just talking about medicinal herbs moments ago, and now you’re asking something like this?”
“Were we?”
“Yes, weren’t we discussing the Burning Grass?”
“Burning Grass?”
The moment he heard the name, a memory surfaced in Tang Myung’s mind.
“Burning Grass is truly an excellent herb. It’s good to eat, good to crush and apply, and it has almost no toxicity, so there are hardly any side effects either.”
“Your love for Burning Grass is truly exceptional, Uncle.”
“It can’t be helped. Just think about it. When eaten, it purifies the blood. When crushed and applied, it cools muscle pain and relieves discomfort. For a martial artist, it is an absolute treasure. That’s why I…”
“Created the Burning Grass Martial Pill instead.”
“Hm? Young Family Head, are you spying on me?”
“Pardon?”
“How did you know I created the Burning Grass Martial Pill?”
“Huh?”
Tang Myung stared at him with wide eyes.
“Didn’t you tell me?”
“What? This is the greatest elixir I’ve created in my entire life, just a few days ago. I haven’t told a single soul yet.”
“A few days? Was it perhaps four days ago?”
At Tang Myung’s question, Tang Hong frowned and glanced around warily.
“Are you really spying on me? Did you receive command authority over the Milyeong Unit?”
The Milyeong Unit was the intelligence organization directly under the Family Head. If it was them, they would know his every move.
“Did you truly create the Burning Grass Martial Pill four days ago?”
“That’s what I’m saying. What’s wrong with you?”
Tang Hong looked at him with genuine worry.
“I’m starting to get a little concerned here.”
At Tang Hong’s half-joking words, Tang Myung silently extended his wrist, sinking deep into thought.
Seeing this, Tang Hong gently took his wrist and checked his pulse. Most high-level experts in the Tang Family were also skilled physicians.
Since the clan dealt with poison, they naturally studied medicine as well. Rather than explaining that he was fine, he had offered his wrist so the man could check for himself.
“You don’t seem to be ill, but your pulse is extremely agitated. Is something worrying you?”
“Is today the fifth day of the seventh month?”
“It is.”
At the confirmation, Tang Myung reached into his robe and pulled out a silver needle case.
He opened the case, took out a needle, and stabbed it into his own finger.
“Ouch! That’s an incredibly painful pressure point—usually only used during torture. Young Family Head, what are you doing?”
At Tang Hong’s exclamation, Tang Myung bit his lip. Just as the man said, the moment the needle entered the point, an excruciating pain surged through his entire body.
This isn’t a dream… I’ve returned… three days into the past.
Staring blankly at the needle embedded in his finger, Tang Myung’s eyes fell upon the young disciples learning herbal medicine.
Children under ten years old—no, they were members of the Tang Clan, all bearing the Tang surname.
The reason doesn’t matter. How I came back three days into the past… it doesn’t matter. I’ve been given… an opportunity. A chance to protect the clan members.
Biting his lip, Tang Myung pulled out the needle.
“And a chance for revenge as well.”
“Revenge?”
Tang Myung glanced at the puzzled Tang Hong. He could trust this man.
If he couldn’t trust Tang Hong—who had died fighting the enemy for his sake—then who could he trust?
But he could not speak of his current situation. They would think he had gone mad.
And if they believed he was insane, he would be unable to protect the family or save the lives of its members.
Instead, Tang Myung recalled the events from three days ago one by one, then suddenly looked up at the sky.
When I was speaking with Uncle, the Family Head called for me. A messenger pigeon from the Qingcheng and Emei sects had arrived.
As that thought crossed his mind, a martial artist came running toward them.
“Young Family Head.”
At the man’s call, Tang Myung looked at him.
“The Family Head is calling for me, isn’t he?”
“…Yes.”
The martial artist, clearly wondering how he knew, bowed with a fist in palm. Tang Myung exhaled and began walking, glancing back at Tang Hong.
“Uncle.”
“What is it?”
“When I speak with the Family Head… please lend your strength to my words.”
“To your words? What’s going on?”
“Please don’t ask for the reason… and risk your life to support what I say.”
At the mention of risking his life, Tang Hong stared at him for a moment before replying.
“As the Young Family Head?”
“As the Young Family Head.”
At Tang Myung’s firm answer, Tang Hong bowed with a fist in palm.
“Bicheon Unit Leader Tang Hong receives the Young Family Head’s command.”
Seeing Tang Hong’s respectful gesture, Tang Myung steadied his breathing and hurried toward the Tangcheon Pavilion where the Family Head awaited.
Inside the Tangcheon Pavilion, where all major and minor affairs of the Tang Clan were decided, the core members had already gathered.
And there…
Tang Myung let out a deep breath. Two familiar figures entered his sight.
One was a sturdy middle-aged man, the other a graceful middle-aged beauty.
They were none other than Visa Unit Leader Tang Jang and Pyeonbok Unit Leader Tang Mi-ryeong, who had marched out to aid the damned Qingcheng and Emei sects.
The two who had never returned.
This time, please do not go. I will stop you both.
“Young Family Head.”
When Tang Hong whispered to the dazed Tang Myung, he steadied himself and stepped inside.
“The Young Family Head has arrived.”
At Tang Mi-ryeong’s elegant greeting, Tang Myung smiled and returned the gesture with a fist in palm.
“It is good to see you, Aunt.”
“Do you perhaps know why the Family Head has called us all here?”
“I do not know either.”
“Hmm… what could it be? Calling everyone together like this.”
As Tang Mi-ryeong spoke, Tang Myung gave an awkward smile. At that moment, Visa Unit Leader Tang Jang glanced at him.
Tang Jang, leader of the Visa Unit, was the strongest expert in the Sichuan Tang Family. Excluding a few from the previous generation, there was no one who could match him in combat.
The Sichuan Tang Family had devoted itself completely to supporting the Qingcheng and Emei sects. They had even sent their strongest expert and an entire combat unit.
“Young Family Head, has something happened to you lately?”
“Why do you ask?”
Tang Jang looked him up and down before speaking.
“You’ve grown stronger.”
“Pardon?”
“You’ve grown stronger. Not just your martial prowess… your aura has changed as well.”
“My aura?”
At Tang Jang’s words, Tang Myung looked down at his own body. He felt nothing in particular.
Seeing his reaction, Tang Jang turned to Tang Hong. At the silent question of whether he knew anything, Tang Hong looked at Tang Myung with slight confusion, then tilted his head.
“Now that you mention it… his aura does seem to have changed.”
At those words, Tang Jang clicked his tongue softly.
“The one who follows him around every day noticed it later than I did?”
“I apologize… but since I’m always by his side, it’s difficult for me to notice gradual changes.”
At Tang Hong’s smiling reply, Tang Jang clicked his tongue again and looked back at Tang Myung.
“I don’t know if something happened or if you obtained some fortuitous encounter… but your aura has improved greatly. It feels like that of a warrior who has gone through countless life-and-death battles.”
“Life-and-death battles…”
“Whether it’s a heavenly elixir or a fortuitous encounter… nothing is more valuable than a battle where life and death hang in the balance with every mistake.”
At the mention of life-and-death battles, Tang Myung finally understood why his aura had changed.
He was the one who had carved a path of blood after watching his family members die countless times.
Of course his aura would change.
“Aura has nothing to do with internal energy or martial techniques… but for a martial artist, it is extremely important. If you refine this aura now, it will help your martial prowess as well.”
“Thank you for the guidance.”
At Tang Myung’s reply, Tang Jang crossed his arms and turned his cold gaze toward the elevated platform in the Flying Heaven Pavilion.
“We don’t even have enough time to train…”
His words suited his reputation as the greatest expert of the Sichuan Tang Family and a training fanatic. Tang Myung also looked toward the platform.
Even though I died… did I bring my experiences with me?
Because he had brought back the experience of countless life-and-death battles, his aura had changed.
Tang Myung clenched his fist and gently circulated his internal energy.
He needed to understand what changes had occurred in his body.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As Tang Myung began circulating his qi, the experts gathered in the hall turned their attention to him.
Everyone, avert your eyes. It seems the Young Family Head has reached an enlightenment.
At Tang Jang’s transmission, the others quietly turned their heads away and fell silent.
Tang Hong’s sharp eyes scanned the surroundings. For a martial artist, the moment of enlightenment was crucial—a point where life and death could be decided.
Unaware of what the others were doing, Tang Myung focused entirely on examining his own condition.
As he circulated his internal energy, he felt a strange sensation.
I can feel a wall.
Tang Myung’s martial prowess had already reached the Peak realm. Yet… he could sense a wall.
That meant if he broke through this wall, he could step into the Gang Qi Materialization realm beyond Peak.
So those three days of desperate fighting… caused this?
The life-and-death struggle over those three days had pushed Tang Myung forward.
While he was lost in his own thoughts, a middle-aged man with a commanding presence entered the hall.
It appears the Young Family Head has attained enlightenment.
At Tang Jang’s transmission, the middle-aged man glanced at Tang Myung. After briefly sensing his energy, he smiled faintly.
Without making a sound, he slowly ascended the platform.
The middle-aged man standing on the platform was the Sichuan Tang Family’s Family Head, the Thousand-Hand Poison King, Tang Cheon-deuk. He looked at Tang Myung for a moment.
After waiting briefly, Tang Myung opened his eyes. Realizing everyone was watching him, he quickly bowed with a fist in palm.
“I apologize.”
At his words, Tang Hong smiled and bowed as well.
“Congratulations on your achievement.”
“Congratulations on your achievement.”
Following Tang Hong’s greeting, the other Tang Clan experts also bowed with fists in palm.
Tang Myung returned the gesture. Watching them, Tang Cheon-deuk finally spoke.
“Enough.”
At his command, the commotion died down. Tang Cheon-deuk continued.
“It is good that the Young Family Head has attained enlightenment, but a far greater matter has befallen our clan.”
At the mention of a greater matter, everyone turned their attention to him.
“The Demonic Cult has appeared at Qingcheng and Emei.”
“What? How could that be?”
“Did they cross the Ten Thousand Great Mountains?”
Amid the murmuring, Tang Cheon-deuk nodded.
“A messenger pigeon from Qingcheng and Emei just arrived. The message was a request for urgent reinforcement to break the siege by the main forces of the Demonic Cult.”
After briefly reciting the contents, Tang Cheon-deuk looked around at everyone.
“That is why I have gathered you all—to hear your opinions.”
At his words, Tang Jang bowed with a fist in palm.
“We must dispatch troops immediately to provide aid.”
“That is correct.”
As the others insisted on sending reinforcements, Tang Myung nodded. He too had insisted on marching out at that time.
“Qingcheng and Emei are our blood allies who share life and death with us. If they fall, we will be next. Saving them is the same as saving ourselves.”
What foolish, idiotic words those were.
Muttering inwardly, Tang Myung stepped forward with a fist in palm.
“I oppose the dispatch of troops.”
At Tang Myung’s declaration, every member of the Tang Clan looked at him with eyes full of shock and disbelief.
They had never expected that Tang Myung, of all people, would oppose the dispatch.