The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 17

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17.

Damn it. I’m really screwed.

‘Why is she here?’

I have no idea why Dokgo Yeon, who should be at the Tianma Sect in Xinjiang at the far end of Zhongyuan, is here in Shandong.

Even for a Hyeongyeong master, it would take over a month of non-stop travel to cover that distance. No matter what, I never expected to encounter Cheonma here.

“Why are you silent? Are you not happy to see this mother?”

While I was rolling my eyes around, Cheonma Dokgo Yeon, having lost patience, urged me with a smiling face.

That smile isn’t really a smile.

Seriously.

“Ha, haha, of course not!”

Go forth, service industry smile!

Feeling the cold sweat soaking my back, I forced myself to laugh.

“But how did Mother come to be here…?”

“Didn’t I tell you earlier? Hyeon-a, you weren’t coming at all, so I thought you might have lost your way and came to find you myself. But…”

Dokgo Yeon grasped both my cheeks with her hands and stroked them with her thumbs.

Unlike Ju Sohui who always keeps her pure internal energy contained, Dokgo Yeon’s aura was wild without any intention of hiding it. My body, fully exposed to her demonic energy, stiffened.

“You’ve crossed the wall of transcendence?”

“…Yes! Ahaha, actually I gained enlightenment during my journey through the martial world, so I entered a cave for secluded training…!”

“How admirable. Yes, if it was secluded training, then your long absence from the sect is understandable.”

Dokgo Yeon hugged me as if looking at a truly precious child.

Thanks to that, my body was lifted without any chance to resist. My feet weren’t touching the ground.

But regardless of that.

Dokgo Yeon, who had relaxed her frightening expression, was now rubbing her face against mine like a cat that had discovered catnip.

“I was worried, thinking my beloved daughter had run away.”

“Run away? Haha, why would I run away leaving Mother behind? The kindness I’ve received is as vast as the ocean, so how could I…?”

“Right. I knew it would be so.”

Dokgo Yeon smiled gently and held me like a baby.

“But Hyeon-a, you’re still weak, so don’t go too far away. Since you’ve wandered the martial world for so long, it would be better to stay at our sect for a while, wouldn’t it?”

“What? Uh, well…”

“You could reach the Cultivation Realm within a few years. This mother will help you, so don’t worry about anything and focus on training as the Young Cheonma.”

No.

This is.

Wow.

‘What should I do?’

At this rate, I’m really going to get dragged away.

While desperately trying to turn my sluggish brain, I discovered something strange in Dokgo Yeon’s conversation.

‘Wait, Hyeon?’

Who is that?

…Me?

I earnestly recalled my time with Dokgo Yeon, which lasted only three or four days.

Right after possessing this body, I avoided her every day and then immediately fled, so I had desperately shoved those unpleasant memories aside. But.

“Hyeon-a, come here.”

Certainly, since I was possessed, Dokgo Yeon had been calling me daughter, or Hyeon.

Then judging by the circumstances, it means Dokgo Yeon took ‘Pengdori’ as an adopted daughter and gave her own surname.

“Um, Mother.”

“Mm?”

“Is my name perhaps Dokgo Hyeon?”

Even at my foolish question, Dokgo Yeon didn’t get particularly angry and answered.

“Why are you asking something so obvious now? When I first took you in, I gave you my surname along with a name.”

“Ah~ I was just happy about it. Hehe.”

“…”

When I grinned foolishly, Dokgo Yeon’s expression softened a little.

And actually, this smile was somewhat genuine.

‘My name is Dokgo Hyeon?’

After living with a name like Pengdori, receiving such a cool martial arts-style name as Dokgo Hyeon suddenly made me feel good.

Young Cheonma Dokgo Hyeon.

No matter how I think about it, it has an incomparable coolness compared to Pengdori of Hebei.

“Well, first I should clean up that thing before we move. Rest for a moment.”

“Huh?”

“That thing over there.”

But when Dokgo Yeon pointed at Peng and spoke, my blood ran cold.

“W-wait a moment! That person is the Young Patriarch of the Peng Family of Hebei. If you kill him here, th-the Sword Emperor will!”

“…Peng Family?”

Dokgo Yeon’s hand, which was about to kill the unconscious Peng, stopped. I waved my arms frantically in front of her.

“Yes! Of course Mother is very strong too! But we’re still not fully prepared, and if orthodox faction Hyeongyeong masters come swarming, wouldn’t our side’s damage be significant too…?”

“Hmm.”

Dokgo Yeon fell into thought for a moment.

“True, if the Young Patriarch of the Peng Family dies, the Sword Emperor and Demon Ghost will seek revenge.”

“Right?!”

“Still, it would be better to kill him.”

“Waaaaait! Why does the conclusion turn out that way!”

Oops.

I reflexively objected.

‘Even though I’ve grown attached to Peng, he’s not more precious than my own life.’

Should I just shut up now?

But if Peng died, I felt like I’d be really bothered by it.

Most importantly, Ju Sohui would be left behind.

The moment when Ju Sohui, who had lived with a festering heart for over ten years after losing her daughter, cried her eyes out flashed through my mind.

The meaning a child holds for her is truly enormous.

But what if, not long after finding her daughter, this time her precious son was found as a corpse?

It surely wouldn’t be a good sight.

That absolutely cannot happen.

“My beloved daughter, my child. Please just be safe. Just be safe…”

I recalled Ju Sohui’s gentle brown eyes and smile.

I didn’t want to see that face crumble. Same with Peng. I didn’t want to let him die.

“You’ve been acting strange since earlier.”

Dokgo Yeon’s tone, with me clinging to her sleeve, turned cold again.

“To be so protective of one man, could it be that he’s your lover?”

“No way?!”

I jumped up. (Not metaphorically, but literally jumped.)

“Then what?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to avoid unnecessary conflict with the orthodox faction…? If something goes wrong, the great plan we’ve been preparing…”

Actually, I don’t know what the great plan is.

Anyway, since Cheonma = Demon King, I figured she might be plotting world conquest, or rather, conquest of Zhongyuan.

‘Uh oh.’

My mind was frozen and I couldn’t think of a decent excuse. While I hesitated, Dokgo Yeon seemed to be increasingly leaning toward killing Peng…

‘Screw it. I don’t know!’

I squeezed my eyes shut once and clung to Dokgo Yeon.

Due to her slightly larger build than Ju Sohui, I looked like a sloth hanging from a tree.

Good. Ready.

“What the hell are you doing-“

“Mommy, I want to go home quickly~ There’s blood on me and it feels gross.”

…Ultimate move, aegyo attack!

“They’re unconscious and can’t move anyway, so can’t we just go? Huh? Huh? Let’s wash up and sleep together!”

“….”

Dokgo Yeon opened and closed her mouth.

‘Wow, fuck.’

Hit by a sudden wave of reality, I composed my expression and watched Dokgo Yeon’s complexion. If she doesn’t fall for this after accumulating such a dark history, I’ll have to bite my tongue and die. Really. Seriously.

“…If you insist.”

Fortunately, Dokgo Yeon fell for it.

She cleared her throat slightly and turned around sharply. I thought about hitting the back of her head while she was turned, but since she’d be detecting all my movements anyway, I just followed along obediently.

I thought I saw the corner of Dokgo Yeon’s mouth twitch slightly.

“I’ve set up camp beyond that mountain. I ordered them to heat water, so throw away those clothes and come.”

“Ah, yes!”

I threw the blue robe Ju Sohui had given me toward Peng.

I couldn’t just throw it away carelessly because I remembered how carefully Ju Sohui had dressed me in it. I hoped he would take the clothes and return to the Peng Family of Hebei when he woke up.

‘And I’ll escape before then.’

If I get dragged to Xinjiang, it’s over.

I had to somehow get away while still within the territory of Zhongyuan and the Martial Arts Alliance.

Steeling my resolve, I clenched both fists and followed Dokgo Yeon, leaping over trees until we arrived at a camp.

For a camp, it was truly magnificent.

“Sect Leader, have you arrived!”

“Yes. The Little Cheonma has returned, so attend to her bath and prepare a meal.”

Warriors who looked like masters at first glance knelt before Dokgo Yeon.

Then they looked at me and all bowed their heads in unison, saying.

“We greet the Young Sect Leader.”

“…Ahem. Yes.”

Feeling awkwardly embarrassed, I answered quietly. Then a woman who seemed to be concealing her inner power approached with a gentle smile and extended her hand.

“This Haewol will assist with your bath. Young Sect Leader, please come this way.”

“Huh? Oh, okay.”

This woman is stronger than me.

Despite acting like a servant, I couldn’t even sense her hidden inner power. With Dokgo Yeon’s nod of permission, I was led away by the woman and soaked in a hot spring.

“I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“Mmm.”

But wait, huh?

‘…What is this? This refreshing feeling?’

The bathing technique using the mysteries of harmony was incredibly skillful.

“I’ll help with a massage too!”

“Ah.”

The touch that loosened all the muscles in my body was so incredibly refreshing.

“Coooo….”

“Young Sect Leader, please wake up.”

I woke up with a “hah” sound after dozing off.

“I’ve prepared some snacks for the Young Sect Leader who must have endured hardships.”

Sweet gangjeong and warm tea were presented before my sleepy eyes. As I just opened my mouth quietly, a servant who seemed to be at the peak level popped a snack into my mouth, and when my throat got dry, she brought a teacup to my lips.

I thought while in paradise.

‘Huh?’

Isn’t Makyō too comfortable?

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