The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 20

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20.

Dokgo Yeon, who had spent a luxurious day at the inn in Henan, gazed down at Hyeon who was sleeping soundly.

‘How lovely.’

A sixteen-year-old girl who hadn’t even crossed the barrier of Huajing possessed perfect freshness comparable to a Hyeongyeong master who had undergone rejuvenation.

Her beauty was so exceptional that when first seen, she was surely thought to be an old monster who had undergone rejuvenation. Having reached the ranks of supreme masters with the appearance of someone barely in their early teens, it would be stranger to believe that was her real age.

However, in conclusion, it wasn’t.

“Child, become my disciple.”

Dokgo Yeon, upon realizing the girl’s age, immediately took her as a disciple.

She looked forward to how beautiful the already lovely girl would bloom in the future. When such beauty reached its peak, she planned to add her to her ‘collection’ list to be together forever.

She was certain of that, but…

“Mmm nyam. …Eek. Mother?! You should have woken me up when you got up!”

The girl who woke from sleep rubbed her eyes, then discovered Dokgo Yeon’s face and shot up. With dynamic vitality added to static beauty, could there be any greater peerless beauty than this?

Sinking fish, falling geese, hiding moon, shaming flowers.

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Fish sink into the water and geese fall to the ground.

The moon hides its face behind clouds, and flowers feel ashamed of themselves.

This is the idiom that collectively refers to the Four Greatest Beauties who once ruled Zhongyuan.

To Dokgo Yeon, who had pursued beauty all her life, at some point this young girl had become someone she didn’t want to kill.

The name she gave to the nameless beggar girl, even bestowing her own surname, was Dokgo Hyeon. At first, she had only thought to freeze and preserve her eternally.

‘She’s more beautiful alive, so it can’t be helped.’

A little impudence could be tolerated. As long as she didn’t slip out of her grasp, that was enough.

“Arrange your appearance and come out. I’ll give you half an hour.”

“Too short! …Yes! I’m a good child. I should listen to mother well! Hehe.”

When Hyeon, who had been grumbling, made eye contact, she immediately began rummaging through her luggage.

Dokgo Yeon, who had been watching that scene intently, soon stepped outside the room.

‘If my calculations are correct, the Peng Family and Blood Sect will clash soon.’

The news that the Sword Emperor of the Peng Family had lost his child to the Blood Sect and become a mad vengeful ghost was famous.

Cheonma, completely unaware that this ‘child’ was her own adopted daughter Dokgo Hyeon, leaned against a building pillar with her arms crossed. The smooth corners of her mouth under her bamboo hat curved upward.

“In the meantime, our Religious Sect can find the Hyeolhon Chong. This has worked out perfectly.”

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Wearing black light armor, I hurried down to the first floor of the inn with my luggage. I thought we’d depart immediately, but unexpectedly, Dokgo Yeon was waiting with dumpling soup ordered for breakfast.

“You always make sure to eat breakfast properly.”

“How could a mother let her daughter go hungry? Especially during such an important growth period.”

“Yes.”

With my mouth full of dumplings, I nodded my head.

‘Because she’s grandmother’s age.’

…I’d get hit if I said that out loud, right?

But both Ju Sohui and this one, somehow they keep trying to make me bigger, reminding me of my countryside grandmother.

And in reality, Dokgo Yeon had lived three times longer than my maternal grandmother. At this point, she shouldn’t be called grandmother but a 250-year-old ancient monster.

‘Wow, looking at it this way, Ju Sohui really is a young master.’

Ju Sohui was the youngest not just among the Five Supremes of the World, but even among the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World. The rest were all over a hundred years old.

This is what the weight of Hyeongyeong means in this Zhongyuan. The ultimate limit for martial artists that only the talented can reach after honing themselves like a blade over long years.

Truly amazing-

‘-No, I should be escaping, shouldn’t I?’

There’s no point asking why I’m so carefree when I’ve been captured by the Makyō leader.

How could escape be possible when a Hyeongyeong master is monitoring me closely for twelve hours a day? I roughly combed my tangled hair with my hand.

“Stay still for a moment.”

“?”

While I was finishing my dumpling soup, Dokgo Yeon stood behind me.

The sensation of having a martial artist at your back is truly terrifying. However, since there was no real difference in how quickly I’d die whether Dokgo Yeon was in front or behind me, I wasn’t scared anymore.

“Now you look presentable.”

She who had been handling my head instantly braided my hair down.

Finishing with a cord decorated with gold ornaments that appeared from somewhere, my disheveled hair became much more comfortable. She placed her hands on my shoulders and lowered her head.

“If you’re done eating, let’s move.”

“Mm, yes.”

Gulp. Slurp.

Having hastily devoured the neat dumpling soup, I stood up from my seat.

As soon as we went outside, Dokgo Yeon concealed her presence and quickly cut through the crowd.

Ah. Should I try escaping in this gap?

“What are you doing, not coming?”

“Coming!”

No good.

As soon as the distance widened, she turned around like a ghost with those blood-red eyes, making me slightly nervous as I laughed and ran over.

Playing the role of a survival-type daughter isn’t easy.

“Mother! Is that Shaolin’s Songshan visible over there?”

“Yes. Don’t even think about going near it. You’ll die.”

“Huh.”

Is that a threat that she’ll kill me if I run away?

“The abbot of Shaolin wouldn’t let you live, would he?”

It wasn’t.

“Would the abbot of Shaolin, who preaches non-killing, really kill a cute, pretty, completely innocent girl like me?”

“Didn’t you receive our sect’s divine arts from me? Naturally, Shaolin’s authority would see you and immediately-“

Cheonma’s words, spoken while climbing the mountain, paused for a moment. Her chilling blood-red eyes scanned me like a scanner.

“However, your internal energy seems to have changed?”

“What?”

…Huh!

‘I completely forgot!’

I had been learning Northern Enlightenment Skill from Ju Sohui and had switched my mental cultivation method. I hurriedly converted my main martial art back to Cheonma Divine Art.

[Main martial art has been switched to ‘Cheonma Divine Art.’ (23:59 until change)]

“What do you mean, Mother? I’m the legitimate successor of Cheonma Divine Art! I don’t use other internal arts or anything!”

“Hmm? Let me check your pulse for a moment.”

While running, she grabbed my wrist to check my pulse and said,

“It must have been my imagination.”

“Of course. It’s not like you can just switch martial arts back and forth, so how could I, who reached mastery through Cheonma Divine Art, break through the wall of transcendence with different martial arts in less than a year?”

“Certainly so. You can’t change your mental cultivation method at this point.”

Thank goodness. She was convinced.

‘Actually, I can switch them!’

For ordinary martial artists, changing their fundamental teaching – that is, their mental cultivation method – requires tremendous resolve.

Because the moment the mental method changes, you have to throw away all the internal energy you’ve accumulated.

Something like mine, where the quantity stays the same but only the nature changes slightly, was unimaginable by this world’s common sense. The reason I could deceive peerless masters like Ju Sohui and Dokgo Yeon was all because I exploited such gaps in common sense.

“More importantly, you’re too slow.”

“Whoa.”

While I was grinning, my body was suddenly lifted. Dokgo Yeon, who had slung me over her shoulder, threw her sword into the air.

…And began to fly!

Riding a sword instead of a cloud!

“Hold on tight.”

“Waaaah! Yes!”

My eyes sparkled as I witnessed the legendary sword flight I’d only heard about in oral traditions. I’d seen Ju Sohui float various objects many times, but I never imagined it was possible for a person to ride and fly.

I hugged Dokgo Yeon’s waist tightly and felt the wind.

The coolness was explosive. Unable to abandon my love for style, I opened my mouth wide.

“But! Mother!”

“What.”

“I want to fly on a sword too! What kind of martial art is this?”

“Hmm, what. It’s just a simple miscellaneous technique.”

Dokgo Yeon, who had heard my sincere praise, slightly averted her gaze as she answered.

“Hyeon-a, once you reach the Transcendent realm, you’ll naturally be able to do it too.”

“Ugh.”

Transcendent realm was a divine level close to the mid-to-late stages even among the Transcendent levels. Indeed, I could see why three of the Five Supreme Masters, including Cheonma, were said to be beyond yet another wall.

“When will I be able to reach the Transcendent realm?”

“Well. At the earliest, wouldn’t it be possible within fifty years?”

“…Should I just quit training?”

“Hmm?”

In an instant, Dokgo Yeon’s eyes flashed bright red. I could feel her strong will to turn me into a stuffed specimen if I didn’t reach rejuvenation in time.

I, who had tensed up completely, laughed sheepishly.

“Heh, just kidding~”

…But really, how do I escape from this woman? My future looks pitch black.

* * *

“Hmm. Hooh. Huhh.”

Cheonryun Sinmago, who had been turning the treasure map piece drawn on cloth this way and that, covered her mouth and sighed.

“I thought I’d seen this form somewhere before, and it turns out to be made by Cheon Gisu.”

“Cheon Gisu, you mean that eccentric who goes around installing mechanisms and trap formations at all sorts of fateful locations?”

Dangsoso, who heard her words, blinked with expressionless eyes. She stroked the youthful-faced blood river corpse and spread out the treasure map again.

“No wonder Hyeolhon Chong’s treasure map suddenly started spreading everywhere—it felt quite suspicious. This won’t do, Soso. It seems we’d better bring plenty of blood bags.”

“What do you mean?”

Cheonryun Sinmago pursed her lips and tapped them with her index finger. The eyes of the woman who still retained her beauty despite the passage of time opened mysteriously.

“There happened to be a blood bag breeding ground in the mountainous area near Shandong, wasn’t there? Yes! It would be good to stop by there!”

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