Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 51
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“It’s well-made and plausible. But just because you deceive me doesn’t mean it becomes the same thing, does it?”
“…!”
Mee-young noticed the suspicious look in Riser’s eyes and hurriedly waved her hands in denial, making excuses.
“You misunderstand. I never had even the slightest intention of mocking you, Miss, trusting in my meager skills.”
“No, I’m not criticizing you that harshly.”
“I learned how to make it by asking someone connected to the Dang Family. This servant only wishes to serve you without any shortcomings. Please believe me.”
“Who did you learn what from?”
Riser jumped up in surprise.
“There’s someone from the Dang Family in the Demonic Sect?”
“Didn’t you know?”
No, she had known.
After the excitement subsided and she thought about it, she remembered that the Head of the Dang Household had mentioned it when she was in Sichuan.
【”There’s an elder from the Dang Family who joined the sect first, so if you ask for guidance and instruction, he’ll gladly teach you. Though he has a somewhat eccentric temperament…”】
‘I was listening too carelessly and forgot about it.’
A lunatic who’s widely acknowledged even by the Sichuan Dang Family, where the default personality is being a character wreck.
She might have unconsciously forgotten about it because she didn’t particularly want to get close to such a person.
“Well, I don’t have many close friends in the noble families.”
“I see. It would be good to visit him at least once later. Even if you were distant in Sichuan, meeting a fellow townsperson in a foreign land is especially heartwarming.”
Mee-young advised in a somewhat wistful voice.
Perhaps she too wasn’t born in Mount Shiwandai, Riser thought.
“Yes. I’ll do that.”
“Thank you for listening to what a lowly servant has to say, Miss. But… it’s almost the Hour of the Dragon.”
It’s time to start morning training!
Her mind snapped to attention.
“Give it here. I’ll apply it quickly for you.”
Mee-young quickly took the jade face powder and carefully applied it to Riser’s face and neck.
Since there was no time, she roughly tied up her hair.
“I’ll be back, Mee-young!”
As she put on her green martial uniform and rushed to the training ground, she heard Mee-young’s voice from behind her.
“Yes, Miss. Please make sure to eat breakfast and take care of yourself.”
‘Acting like a mother despite being so young.’
Riser chuckled and shook her head.
It was an emotion she hadn’t felt in a long time in this world.
* * *
“So you’re the arrogant Central Plains country bumpkins who dare to choose their masters?”
A one-eyed man with a long vertical scar on his face spoke in a rough voice.
‘He looks too scary.’
People often say someone with a fierce appearance “looks like a bandit,” but Riser now realized that was a relative expression.
If someone called the person standing before her bandit-like, it would probably mean ‘you look rather gentle today.’
“Answer.”
“Yes…”
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes! That’s correct!”
Before the man’s overwhelmingly fierce appearance, the young girls could only stare at the innocent ground.
“You seem not to know who I am. Very interesting.”
The one-eyed man seemed to find this reaction refreshing as he kept chuckling.
Judging by what he’s saying, he must definitely be someone famous.
‘And the way he speaks down to us without hesitation despite knowing our ambiguous status.’
It seemed that since instructors kept changing due to status issues, they brought someone of high rank.
“Pasa Cheon King Eom Hwiak. That’s my name.”
Sure enough, he was truly someone of high standing.
“Eek!”
“That’s impossible!”
The girls’ shocked voices filled the training ground.
“Why is one of the Sadaecheonwang here?”
‘Exactly.’
What’s one of the Sadaecheonwang doing at a humble morning training session?
‘Hmm. Because of my past life’s senses, he doesn’t feel very scary.’
When she heard “Sadaecheonwang,” all that came to Riser’s mind was the meme about “that guy is the weakest among our four heavenly kings.”
Let me briefly examine the power structure of the Demonic Sect.
At the highest position is naturally the Demonic Sect Leader, Cheonma Cheon Yugang.
Just below him are organizations like 【Left and Right Dharma Protectors】, 【Odae Mazong】, 【Office of the Sangwan Baek】, 【Elders’ Council】, 【Inner Demon Court】, each holding second-in-command authority.
So where are the 【Sadaecheonwang】?
Slightly off to the side and a bit lower, around 2.5th in command.
There was a good reason why they felt subtly manageable.
Even so, to the prospective concubines of Cheonryeon Palace, both were equally lofty figures beyond reach.
“Has the Palace Master gone senile?”
Meanwhile, somewhat irreverent doubts about the Princess of Heavenly Lotus were being raised among the girls.
Honestly, Riser somewhat agreed.
‘This extreme elder.’
Having tried delegating to a high-ranking official once must have been very convenient and pleasant.
Ambiguous status making it difficult to teach? Then just learn from someone who isn’t ambiguous!
That’s probably what she thought.
“So the rumor about disgracefully choosing masters was true. Do you dare say that this Pasa Cheon’s teachings don’t satisfy you?”
“No!”
“It’s an honor!”
The disciplined girls stood at attention and shouted vigorously.
Even though young, they showed the training of martial artists quite convincingly, and an interested expression appeared on Pasa Cheon’s face.
“Hmm. Let’s see if you have any skill? Country bumpkins! Look here!”
Pasa Cheon focused the girls’ attention and demonstrated a short form consisting of three or four movements.
“Is that… Pasa Cheon?”
A girl from Botamun courageously asked.
Buddhist sects like Shaolin Temple, Ami Sect, and Botamun generally avoid killing, so they prefer fist and leg techniques.
That former nun from Botamun (who returned to secular life) probably mainly practiced fist and leg techniques, so she couldn’t contain her curiosity.
“It’s a basic martial art taught before learning Pasa Cheon.”
Perhaps pleased by the Botamun girl’s question, Eom Hwiak grinned (it was truly frightening) and continued his answer.
“If you have eyes, you’ll know it consists of basic movements common to any fist and leg technique. There’s almost no conflict with other martial arts, so it won’t hurt to practice it often as exercise. Especially like this.”
Eom Hwiak lowered his center of gravity, then suddenly mixed front kicks, side kicks, back kicks, and roundhouse kicks in rapid succession.
To the observers, it felt like his right leg multiplied into several and then disappeared without a trace with a ‘pop-pop-pop!’ sound.
“Did you see how many times?”
The girls nodded slowly with uncertain expressions.
Riser also replayed the scene in her mind, counting how many kicks there were, but no matter how many times she reviewed it, she couldn’t be certain.
Thinking the girls would feel similarly, Pasa Cheon walked around them with a swaggering gait and pointed to one.
“You. Name.”
“Namgung Yeonhwa!”
“Ho. Namgung? Despite looking so shabby, you’re a young lady from a prestigious family.”
As Namgung Yeonhwa’s face turned red, giggles could be heard among the girls regardless of orthodox or unorthodox factions.
“Of all days, today…”
Even Moyong Hye couldn’t argue with Pasa Cheon’s assessment.
Today’s Namgung Yeonhwa had overslept and rushed out, so her clothes and hair were all disheveled and she looked terrible.
“Good. Namgung Sleeve Dog (/Pekingese). How many times did I kick you?”
“S-sleeve dog?!”
Namgung Yeonhwa was making a face that clearly said ‘How dare you call me a sleeve dog!’ which gave an excellent sense of satisfaction.
That’s exactly why she gets teased all the time with reactions like that. Look. Pasa Cheon is practically dying of laughter.
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