The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 1

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1.

Just as the hour of the Rat was about to pass.

The village burned.

“Makyō, it’s an attack by Makyō!”

“Damn those Makyō bastards, why would they attack a peaceful village…!”

What started as a small spark quickly became a massive inferno that devoured everything. Thanks to this, the boy Wonyeong, who had been in the deepest part of the Bloodstained Sect, was able to see the light of the world for the first time in ages.

‘So bright.’

It had been over ten years since he’d seen sunlight.

Practically speaking, he’d been confined to the basement since birth, never seeing any light source other than small candles.

He staggered forward.

Those who had guarded him under strict surveillance lay dead, scattered across the floor. Wonyeong instinctively searched for signs of the living.

And he found one.

‘Ah.’

A burning girl.

A child who appeared to be Wonyeong’s age stood upright in the middle of the inferno. Dry eyes swept over him.

The girl muttered.

“He’s alive.”

“…”

“I wonder if he’ll come back later for revenge. Is that how new events are triggered? …I’m curious, so maybe I’ll leave him be.”

He couldn’t understand.

But his body, weakened by long abuse, could endure no more. Wonyeong collapsed and lost consciousness while facing the beautiful girl.

That was the end.

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There are three warnings I’d like to give to people who enjoy martial arts games.

First, exclude demonic arts from your learned skills. If you absolutely can’t exclude them, keep them thoroughly secret.

Second, don’t become the Heavenly Demon’s foster daughter just because it looks fun.

And the long-awaited third.

[Name: Pengdori]

[Class: Lesser Heavenly Demon (Evil Alignment)]

[Since the ‘Peng’ family doesn’t exist in the martial world, the system will correct this by changing your name to Peng of Hebei.]

Choose your nickname like a real person would.

Honestly, I could call all three of these unfair. When I started the game, I just carelessly chose a nickname while looking at character stickers on my desk.

I never thought I’d have to live my entire life with this name. If I had known, I would have come up with something cooler.

‘I wouldn’t have learned demonic arts either.’

Crackle crackle crackle.

When I activated my lightning technique, blue electricity sparked from both hands.

This is the [Heavenly Demon Divine Lightning Art] I created by combining the [Heavenly Demon Divine Art] and [Lightning Demon Art] that I bought with real money as a beginner (599,000 won each, synthesis cost separate), which can actually imbue swords with electrical properties.

I diligently ate people’s hearts just for the cool factor alone.

Honestly, how could I resist a lightsaber?

Of course, this was in the game.

Just because someone commits murder or chooses extremely evil alignments in a game doesn’t make them a psychopath, right? I was just enjoying some thrilling rogue gameplay.

…But I never expected to be transported into it.

And into an account that was actively serving as a public enemy of the martial world, a legitimate candidate for the next Heavenly Demon, no less.

“Young Master Peng!”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for escorting us this far. This is your payment.”

At the mention of money, I immediately stopped reminiscing. The man in fine silk clothes held out a fairly heavy-looking money pouch.

This man is the head of a famous Biaoguo.

He’s the one who commissioned my escort services for the journey to Shanxi province.

“Your grace was invaluable in crossing the mountains. To think you’re already a supreme master at such a young age.”

“My skills are nothing special. You praise me too highly.”

“Ha! Excessive modesty is worse than none at all.”

I gave an awkward smile.

‘This body’s’ age is sixteen.

It’s been nearly a year since I fell into the martial world, so I should be turning seventeen in a month.

But that’s just the character’s age. Before the transmigration, I was twenty-eight. It’s embarrassing to introduce myself as sixteen.

“Anyway. Do you have any set plans after this? If not, how about being formally employed by our Biaoguo…”

“I’m sorry.”

I cleanly declined his offer.

It’s not because I have other plans.

It’s just that if I stay in one place too long, ‘this body’s’ Foster Mother from before my transmigration might come looking for me.

“Child, where are you going?”

“Me? Me? I’m going to spread the greatness of our divine sect to the ignorant people of Chūan, Mother.”

“I see. Go then.”

I recalled my Foster Mother who had thrust her face close to mine with blood-red eyes right after my transmigration.

She looked pretty, so I hastily clicked the ‘accept’ button on the foster daughter proposal, but reality is hell. I should have somehow escaped back when it was still just a game.

I was bewitched by the character design and acted carelessly, so now I’m paying for it after transmigration. Even my excuse of traveling abroad is starting to make me anxious.

‘If I get caught, it’s confirmed confinement in Makyō.’

In a romance novel, being confined by a Northern Grand Duke might not be so bad, but being dragged away by a Heavenly Demon foster mother in a martial arts game?

Nobody wants that! I’m seriously against it…!

“Hmm, is that so? Then it can’t be helped. But whenever you come to Shanxi, take this token and visit our trading company.”

“I’ll gratefully accept that.”

So I received Danzu’s wooden token and parted ways with him. Though I’d spent several months in Chūan, this was my first time in Shanxi since the land is so vast.

‘There’s not much to see anyway.’

Shanxi province has historically been at the edge of Chūan, bordering Inner Mongolia. Thanks to this, the atmosphere is relatively more stern compared to the inner regions.

…Or so Danzu told me.

Where did all my game knowledge go, the knowledge I spent nearly ten million won on?

Honestly, when playing games, rankings and combat power are what matter, not memorizing regional names and characteristics.

The only thing I remember is the setting that Zhenru or something has established their base in Shanxi.

Historical accuracy?

I don’t know about that stuff.

I was confused enough to think the Mount Hua Sect used flame swords until halfway through the game story. Or that they were located on a volcano.

For reference, Mount Hua in this game only has pine trees, and the Sichuan Tang Family doesn’t have four thousand members.

What a disappointment.

“Waiter! Is there a seat available?”

“Coming right now!”

With these random thoughts, I entered a large inn situated deep within Shanxi province.

A young waiter with a large mole on his nose came running over. He quickly looked over my appearance and asked with a friendly face.

“What can I get you?”

“This is my first time in Shanxi. What’s the most famous dish here?”

“Ah, you’re a tourist.”

He seemed to understand.

What I’m currently wearing is oil-treated leather armor.

Clothes treated with black oil to make them waterproof.

Nine times out of ten, anyone walking around in this kind of outfit with a sword at their waist was a martial artist.

The reason I say nine times out of ten is because sometimes children of powerful families play at being ‘masters.’

You can tell them apart at a glance.

Their main characteristic is being well-nourished, glossy, and handsome.

Simply put, they look pampered.

Thanks to this, the waiter seemed to judge me as the latter. He explained with a very warm attitude.

“When it comes to Shanxi, daoxiao noodles are definitely the most famous. The knife-cut noodles resemble willow leaves, thin at the edges and thick in the middle, and the more you chew, the more you can taste their unique flavor—one of the five great noodle dishes of Chūan.”

“Oh.”

“Ah, if you go upstairs, you can also order other dishes. From up there, you get a nice view of Mount Wutai, which our distinguished guests prefer.”

I tapped my index finger.

He seemed to mistake me for some noble family’s daughter, but I’m actually broke. My current funds consist entirely of the money pouch I received from Danzu earlier.

…I was definitely rich in the game though.

Thinking of the luxurious treasury back at Makyō made me a bit depressed. Since I had no intention of walking back there on my own feet, I had to consider that money as good as gone.

“Just give me one bowl of daoxiao noodles.”

“Yes! One bowl of daoxiao noodles here!”

And so I waited briefly.

Before long, the waiter brought out a steaming hot bowl of daoxiao noodles. True to his description, the noodles were clearly hand-cut with a knife, bumpy yet leaf-shaped, catching my eye.

‘How long has it been since I had warm food!’

During escort duties, we mostly traveled through mountains, so I usually made do with hard dried foods or preserved rations.

That’s why soup dishes were incredibly precious.

I picked up my chopsticks and grabbed some noodles.

And just as I was about to take a big bite of the steaming daoxiao noodles—

‘Something feels ominous.’

It wasn’t a baseless premonition.

Since ancient times, haven’t the inns of Chūan served more faithfully as fighting arenas than places to eat and rest?

Indeed, my premonition proved correct.

“Argh?!”

“You! How dare you mess with the Yén-jiā, you’ll pay the price!”

“Damn it… Ugh!”

Suddenly, a man fell right onto my daoxiao noodles. And chasing after him, another man around thirty years old raised a gleaming sword and shouted.

“Miss over there, if you don’t want to get hurt, move aside. I have business with that man right now.”

I could have complained about such rudeness toward an innocent victim, but actually, this was quite courteous treatment for someone in the martial world.

Apparently, having a pretty face gets me this kind of treatment. Even when I carry a sword, most people see me as a young lady rather than a wandering warrior.

“…Well. Before asking me to move aside, I’d appreciate at least some explanation of the situation.”

“If you’re from Shanxi, you’d naturally know about the Yén-jiā, right? That bastard dared to harm the Yén-jiā.”

“That’s a lie!”

Then the man who had planted his head in my daoxiao noodles shouted frantically.

“I was just passing by! To frame me like this, truly befitting a vicious Yén-jiā guard!”

“Hah? We know perfectly well you belong to the Jīn-jiā. The Jīn-jiā bastards are conspiring to steal even the Yén-jiā’s family treasures, so how could we just let someone lurking around in front go?”

“What the…”

They suddenly barged in and are talking about things only they understand.

Well, this is familiar too though.

The martial world is supposed to be complicatedly entangled with grudges and resentments.

There are as many people as stars in the night sky who start sword fights the moment they pass by, claiming “my parent’s enemy” or “my master’s enemy.” It’s nothing particularly special.

‘Should I just give up on the daoxiao noodles?’

That seemed better than getting unnecessarily involved in a dispute here. I sighed and quietly slipped out of the inn.

“Tsk. Just wasted money.”

This is why I hate the martial world.

And Chūan too, for that matter.

It was a moment when I deeply missed my hometown, where there was no worry of getting stabbed.

‘But where should I eat now?’

Even if I gave up on the daoxiao noodles, my stomach had been growling for a while, so I needed to eat something.

I had no choice but to look for street food, but there weren’t any stalls around.

I was just about to ask a local if there were any decent taverns (not inns) nearby.

Thud.

With a dull sound, a corpse fell from the roof. Startled, I reflexively drew my sword.

‘From the rooftop?’

Looking up at the building, I could see a martial artist of indeterminate gender quickly disappearing. I looked around and approached the man.

Just in case, I checked his pulse, but as expected, he was dead. Instant death from a pierced heart.

The sword that seemed to belong to him had the Chinese character ‘연’ embossed on it.

After examining that much, I stood up, sensing that troublesome events were about to unfold.

Right at that moment.

“Found her! That woman!”

“Killing a Yén-jiā guard in the middle of the road—you’ve got some nerve. You’re prepared for the consequences, right?”

“Ah.”

Oh no. I’ve been properly framed.

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