The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 13

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13.

Moon Sea Sword Technique Chapter 1.

First Tide Resolution .

“Whew….”

From Chapter 1 to Chapter 9, then from Chapter 9 back to Chapter 1.

Having finished the forms of the Moon Sea Sword Technique I learned while getting beaten by Ju Sohui, I exhaled. Indeed, as Ju Sohui had boasted, it was a sword technique that harmonized well with the mental cultivation method of North Brightness Martial Arts.

Thanks to this, recently I was experiencing for the first time what cultivation truly meant since falling into this world.

‘Is this what they call a fateful encounter?’

It was also the first martial art I had acquired after breaking free from the game system.

“It’s only been three days since Madam taught you the sword technique, yet you’ve already mastered all the forms. Impressive.”

“Wah!”

The deep voice from behind startled me so much I jumped up with a start.

*Seeing me jump nearly one jang high and come back down, Peng looked embarrassed and smiled awkwardly.

*One jang: approximately 3.03 meters.

“Sorry about that. Were you very startled?”

“Oh, no. It’s just that I’m, well, sensitive….”

It wasn’t strange.

Martial artists are naturally more sensitive to presence than ordinary people. Simply put, it’s a sense of distance – they have a paranoid aversion to others being within a range they cannot handle.

However, Peng’s expression became quite dark for some reason. The middle-aged man with a bitter expression murmured wistfully.

“Right. Of course….”

“Um, Father. It’s not like that.”

“The child has such a kind heart too.”

“Pardon?”

Who? Me?

In what context exactly?

‘He’s probably misunderstanding something again.’

I’m used to it now.

I covered my mouth and cleared my throat.

“Ahem… You came for the lesson, right? I’ll get ready.”

“Ah, today is about something else. I came because there’s something I need to tell you-“

But before Peng could finish speaking, a booming shout struck my eardrums.

“Father! This son! Has completed his travels! And returned in good health!”

“Kyaaak.”

What is this noise pollution?

I reflexively covered my ears at the torture-like roar that came out of nowhere. Then immediately with a bang! and commotion, a man leaped over the wall and landed.

“I finished greeting Mother and am on my way! Have you been well all this time, Father!”

Then he bowed crisply at a 90-degree angle before Peng.

“Good. You’ve returned safely.”

“Yes! But I heard news that my younger sibling has returned…?!”

The filial young master who had greeted his father suddenly looked at me and widened his large eyes. Thanks to this, I could also see his face clearly.

Thick eyebrows. A distinct T-zone. Large eyes like a calf’s and a refreshingly masculine mouth. And fair, smooth skin to boot.

Overall, he was a man who looked like what Peng might have been if he were twenty years younger.

‘So this is the face that won over Ju Sohui.’

Indeed.

He was handsome enough to win the hand of a princess who was the world’s greatest beauty and twelve years his senior.

“Wh, wh, wh-why Mother?! Why are you here? No, wait. Did you reach a life-or-death crisis in that short time?!”

“What.”

But the response that came back was frivolous.

Peng (presumably) who saw me was so shocked his heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

“Hey! That’s your younger sibling!”

“Kyaak?!”

Peng, who got smacked on the back of the head by Peng, rubbed the swollen area with his palm. The man with tears welling up looked down at me with his mountain-like build.

“Y-younger sibling…?”

“Hello?”

“Younger sibling, you say?”

Receiving my light greeting, Peng’s eyes widened once more and soon became teary like a young calf’s.

I don’t know how to describe that expression. He opened and closed his mouth as if he had seen something unbelievable, then just blinked blankly again before extending his trembling hand into the air.

He did this for quite a while.

Like someone facing a snow crystal that would melt at the slightest touch, he very gently touched my cheek with just his fingertips.

Then he was startled again. He shook his head. His hair, cut short for someone from Zhongyuan, became disheveled.

“H-how….”

“Ahem.”

Peng cleared his throat and quietly stepped back. It seemed he was trying to give us space.

And as soon as he disappeared, Peng pulled me into a tight embrace. Unlike with Ju Sohui, I didn’t lose my breath this time. He must be much weaker than me since he’s far below my level.

“Sob, sniff, waaah. It’s really true. What that Eon Family bastard and Mother said was real, sob, sniff. Hic.”

“Please calm down.”

Unable to bring myself to say ‘older brother,’ I patted Peng.

It was quite a sight to see this burly, hairy man crying like a baby. The thick arms wrapped around my back trembled uncontrollably with emotion. The pounding heartbeat from his chest was also conveyed intensely.

‘I feel a bit sorry….’

It was the same as with Ju Sohui.

Seeing the Peng Family members being so attached to their (fake) blood relative made me feel conflicted.

“Have you calmed down a little?”

“Sniff, yes.”

The sight of this massive man with broad shoulders rubbing his red nose while sniffling was truly a spectacle.

At least it was fortunate that his face was handsome. After thinking for a moment, I grabbed Peng’s sleeve and wiped his face.

Where did I put my own sleeve, you ask?

Why should I wipe someone else’s snot with my own clothes? I don’t want to do that.

“…Welcome back, Doa. I missed you.”

“Yes.”

“While you were going through such hardships, I was just wandering around the martial world like an idle young master, sob, sob sob, waaah.”

“No, wait. Are you crying again?”

In the end, it took half a shichen for Peng to calm down. After wiping his tears, he tried to put on a dignified expression.

Even so, with his eyes and nose all red, there wasn’t a trace of dignity to be felt.

“So you have no memories from before age five.”

“Yes. Well, people normally don’t remember their early childhood anyway, right?”

“I remember.”

Ah, I see.

Unable to read my expression, Peng spoke with deep nostalgia.

“When you were first born, I was so happy that I finally had a younger sister. You were so adorable as a child. …Ah! Of course, you’ve grown up beautifully now too. It’s just, um.”

He felt awkward.

‘Is this atmosphere for real?’

If my meetings with Ju Sohui and Peng were filled with heartfelt reminiscences toward their child, my meeting with Peng wasn’t quite to that extent.

I suppose it’s the difference between parent-child and sibling relationships.

But this was actually better. Pretending to be a fake younger sister carried less guilt than pretending to be a fake daughter.

I sighed once and patted Peng’s arm.

“You don’t need to try so hard, o… older brother.”

The archaic term ‘older brother’ was so cringeworthy I nearly bit my tongue.

“More importantly, haven’t you unpacked after your travels? Change clothes and let’s have a meal with Mother and Father.”

“R-right! Come to think of it, I hugged you in these dirty clothes. I’m sorry.”

Peng smiled sheepishly and hurried into the building on the opposite side. It was a separate building that the servants always swept and cleaned despite having no owner, but it must have been the room used by Peng, the young patriarch.

Before I could catch my breath alone, I sensed someone’s presence.

“It seems you’ve had a reunion with Iya.”

“Mother.”

To be precise, the other party had deliberately let me sense their presence. If Hyeongyeong Ju Sohui decided to completely hide her presence, I wouldn’t be able to find her no matter how hard I tried.

“You siblings have been exceptionally close since childhood. To think I’d see you two embracing and talking so affectionately again in my lifetime…”

Hyeongyeong Ju Sohui, who suffered from chronic wistful syndrome, had tears welling up in her eyes.

“Oh right, you must be very hungry from all that training. I’ve instructed the cooks to prepare plenty of food to celebrate Iya’s return as well. Come, let’s go eat with your mother.”

“Ah, yes.”

Cuisine, was it.

‘At least my tongue gets to feast well since coming to the Peng Family.’

What’s called ‘cuisine’ in Zhongyuan is somewhat different from simple food.

In Western terms, it would be like formal dining from fine dining establishments.

During the nearly year-long period when I was a wretch, I was lucky if I could eat provisions on time, let alone cuisine. But the Peng Family of Hebei, befitting one of the Five Great Families, had cooks whose skills rivaled those of high-class inns.

“Mother, Father! And Doa…! This son has returned after completing his training!”

“Come, sit down.”

The four direct family members sat around a feast that looked like it could stretch one’s stomach just by looking at it.

The meal began with Ju Sohui deboning pork for me. At first, I wondered if this was right, but nowadays I just go along with it.

“By the way, Doa.”

Unlike me, Peng had been heartily devouring the cuisine when he turned his gaze to me. Actually, he’d been glancing at me for a while, so I’d been waiting for when he’d speak up.

“Yes?”

“Earlier I was too flustered to ask properly… but what’s your current level?”

Ah. That kind of question.

Well, he was also called something of a prodigy in the late stage, so it made sense he’d notice.

I answered while being careful not to sound too boastful.

“I recently succeeded in forming a stable sword barrier.”

“What.”

Peng’s mouth gaped open before he shouted a beat late.

“Peak master! Huh, I heard briefly from brother Eon, but…”

“Come to think of it, Iya.”

Just then, Ju Sohui, who had been quietly deboning fish onto my plate, asked.

“Young Master Eon has reached mid-stage peak mastery since I last saw him. Did you gain any insights during your travels, Iya?”

“…Pardon? Me, you mean?”

Hey, the neighbor’s kid Cheolsu is first in the whole school and your younger sibling got a perfect score on the practice exam. How are your studies these days?

Peng’s eyes rolled around frantically under the always-powerful attack of a mother’s comparison with other excellent children, transcending time and country.

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