The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 21

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21.

“Well, this is something.”

Having crossed the Yangtze River by boat and reached Hunan, I laughed heartily.

“The streets seem quite unusual, don’t they?”

“They’re just small fry anyway.”

“You would say that, Mother.”

I grumbled as I put my hand into the modified martial robe pocket.

‘There seem to be about three Chojejung masters in this city alone?’

When masters above Huajing deliberately hide themselves, I couldn’t dare detect them, so there might be even more.

I recalled the words Ju Sohui had coaxed me with at the Peng Family.

“If our child reaches just Chojejung level, who would dare touch you? You’d be able to overcome most hardships.”

Not at all, Mother!

‘Why are there so many masters in this world?’

No, actually Ju Sohui’s words weren’t entirely wrong. In fact, during the year since my possession, wandering through Chūan, I hadn’t really encountered even a single Chojejung master.

The most difficult battle I’d had was a life-and-death duel with three peak masters from Sapa.

I had definitely grown significantly since meeting Ju Sohui, but with monsters swarming around me, I couldn’t feel it at all. It felt like I’d fallen into a world of immortal heroes rather than martial arts.

“We meet again, Miss Hyeon!”

“Wah!”

Just as I was pulling on Dokgo Yeon’s sleeve to get skewers from a street vendor and taking a bite of the sweet fruit, I heard a cheerful greeting from behind.

“Oh my. Did I startle you?”

“Tsk, Haewol. Don’t tease Hyeon-a.”

“I’ll be more careful.”

Clutching my startled heart and turning around, it was the woman I’d met in Shandong a few days ago who had attended to my bath the whole time.

Saying she attended to my bath might make her seem like a lowly servant, but that’s not actually the case. She’s a terrifying master who has reached the fearsome level of Huajing.

“The investigation?”

“It’s finished as you instructed, Patriarch. However, dismantling the traps at the entrance is proving a bit challenging…”

Haewol was calling Dokgo Yeon ‘Patriarch’ instead of ‘Sect Leader’ to hide her identity. She had been explaining confidently but trailed off slightly at the end.

“Just give me a little more time.”

“Hmm, never mind. Traps are just something you walk through while getting hit.”

“?”

What an extraordinary way of thinking.

She seemed to have something in common with Ju Sohui, who believed that as long as there were no witnesses, it was assassination.

“That’s so like you, Patriarch!”

Haewol seemed accustomed to Dokgo Yeon’s methods, smiling brightly as she praised her.

It was praise from a beauty that would make anyone feel good, but Dokgo Yeon showed no emotional response whatsoever.

“Control access to the mountain. Only Hyeon-a and I will enter the Bloodline Mausoleum.”

“What? Me?”

Having suddenly become a party member of Cheonma, I pointed at myself with a dumbfounded expression.

“Why?”

“Just do as you’re told.”

“Ow.”

I rubbed the top of my head after receiving a light flick.

‘Damn it. I was planning to escape while Dokgo Yeon was digging through the tomb.’

Haewol was also at Huajing level but still in the early stages, so while a direct fight would be difficult, if I ran like hell, there seemed to be a possibility of escape.

But as I rubbed my head and thought about it, entering the Bloodline Mausoleum with Dokgo Yeon seemed quite appealing too.

‘In the game, didn’t tomb dungeons usually have pretty good rewards?’

I’d rarely lost out when entering ruins with ‘tomb’ in their name. The biggest risk would be possibly dying, but Dokgo Yeon didn’t seem like she’d let me die.

Huh? Then this is a great deal?

‘Good. If the inside of the Bloodline Mausoleum is very complex, there might be another opportunity. Like drilling a hole in the tomb and escaping through the ceiling…’

Perfect.

It’s a flawless plan.

I rubbed my palms together with an inward evil smile.

“Then since we’re here, let’s just go quickly! I’m curious about that tom- ahem! I’m curious!”

I swallowed the word ‘tomb’ just before spitting it out to avoid drawing aggro.

Dokgo Yeon’s flicking finger, which had been looking at me with eyes that said ‘Should I hit this or not?’, quietly retreated into her sleeve.

Phew.

“You must be tired from traveling. Let’s rest for a day before moving.”

But despite my urging, Dokgo Yeon told me to rest, left me at the inn, and went downstairs to drink.

“If you’re going to do that, let me join too.”

“Children aren’t allowed.”

My age, having had a birthday during my time with Ju Sohui, was seventeen.

By Chūan standards, that was old enough to be treated as an adult.

But what could I do?

I was someone who had to obey when told. I rolled around on Haewol’s lap, unsure if she was there for surveillance or service.

“Young Master, shall I clean your ears?”

“Yes.”

…Honestly, it felt pretty good.

And so another day passed.

The next morning.

“The weather is perfectly clear too.”

Having eaten a hearty meal, I climbed Muryong Mountain in Hunan with Dokgo Yeon, guided by Haewol.

I could see one or two martial artists nearby disguised as herb gatherers, but Dokgo Yeon didn’t even need to step forward here.

“Kaaak!”

“Urgh!”

Haewol threw hidden weapons at a speed invisible to the eye, instantly killing a peak master and a first-rate martial artist with a single strike.

Thanks to this, I also realized what kind of profession Haewol had. Judging by her primary use of throwing knives, she was definitely an assassin.

‘Hmm…’

My escape plan was becoming more concrete.

‘If she’s an assassin, this might really be doable?’

Those who mainly use poison and hidden weapons have somewhat ambiguous martial power compared to their cultivation level.

This is especially true when they can’t kill their opponent. It was the same principle as the Sichuan Tang Family, famous for poison, having poor performance in the Wulin Alliance’s martial competitions.

And as long as Dokgo Yeon acknowledged me as her daughter, Haewol, her faithful subordinate and demon head, couldn’t kill me.

“This is the place.”

Haewol passed by several martial artists and respectfully pointed to a massive cliff.

“Huh? A cliff?”

A question naturally escaped my lips.

Since she’d said it was a tomb, I’d imagined some grand cave entrance or pit, but the scenery was completely different from my expectations.

However, Dokgo Yeon wasn’t flustered at all. Instead, she walked slowly to the bottom of the cliff with her hands behind her back and placed her palm against it, sliding it along.

“Indeed.”

Had she noticed something?

As I approached with a pounding heart, Haewol hugged me tightly from behind. When I looked up, she was smiling.

“Young Master, please step back for a moment.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Hop.

As soon as Haewol, holding me, stepped back, Dokgo Yeon drew her sword.

…Swoosh!

For someone who had swung a sword, I heard nothing but the sound of air being cut. I couldn’t even see the drawn blade.

Silence.

Standing in the quiet stillness for just a moment, the mountain began to vibrate subtly. Birds sitting in trees all took flight at once, flapping their wings, while mountain beasts began running in the opposite direction.

“What.”

At the same time, the cliff opened.

The smooth cliff that had nothing on it split into two parts, though I had no idea what principle made it possible. I gaped and stared intently at that miraculous sight.

“Tsk, I wanted to enter as quietly as possible. Now all the martial artists of Honam will come flocking here.”

In contrast, Dokgo Yeon had a displeased expression. She clicked her tongue once and gave Haewol a meaningful look.

“I will guard it properly.”

“Good. Hyeon-a, come here.”

“Yes!”

If she says come, I should go.

I adjusted the hem of my long robe and shuffled over. Dokgo Yeon confirmed my movement, then immediately turned her head and stepped into the cliff.

Then.

Pababababak!

Countless hidden weapons shot up toward her. What’s more, somehow each one contained sword energy.

Dokgo Yeon’s body swayed briefly.

‘Huh.’

There wasn’t even time to blink.

I looked at the hidden weapons all embedded in the ground and was inwardly shocked.

‘Of course, I could have handled that much without dying too.’

Even so, I’m supposedly at the Chojejung level, but I didn’t expect to not even see her draw her sword. Feeling like I’d returned to being a noob, sage time arrived.

‘I’m going to raise my level more out of spite.’

I clenched my fists and trembled as I followed Dokgo Yeon past the cliff entrance. Then the ground rumbled again.

…This time it’s from above!

“Seueuup…”

Cheonma Divine Thunder Mind Method.

The breathing technique I had used until learning the Northern Enlightenment Skill from Ju Sohui, a reestablished method combining Cheonma Divine Art and Thunder Lightning Demon Art.

The heaven-shattering power of Pacheon meets the blue lightning of the heavens to become even more destructive. Dark blue currents spread and sparked through the sword energy.

And,

First Form.

Quick Draw.

The same technique Dokgo Yeon had just displayed.

Though less powerful and a bit slower than hers.

Still, it was the same martial art.

I drew my sword and looked up at the house-sized boulder falling from above. In my naturally reddened eyes, the weak points of objects became visible.

I thrust toward that spot.

-Crack, crackle!

The boulder that fell from the cliff shattered and turned into threatening falling rocks.

For a moment I felt the urge to try the Wolhae Sword Technique, but I suppressed it. Instead, my favorite.

Cheonma Divine Thunder Sword Technique, Sixth Form.

Thunderbolt Demon Shadow Wild Dance.

The sixth form of Cheonma Divine Thunder Sword Technique is truly the most suitable swordsmanship for facing multiple opponents. Blue currents are dyed with black demonic energy and scatter like shadows.

The important thing is accuracy.

I spread sword energy to grasp the space, shattering and scattering even the falling pebbles. Having destroyed even the last remaining falling rocks in a state of selfless absorption, I was somewhat surprised by the scene before my eyes.

‘Is this what it means to have crossed the wall?’

It was a completely different sensation from when I was at late Jeoljeong stage before meeting Ju Sohui.

No matter how sensitive one’s energy perception is, it cannot reach the realm of warriors who directly scatter sword energy.

For the first time, I felt in my bones and skin why even the stage that cannot use sword force, that can only barely extract sword energy outward, is considered to have ‘transcended’ Jeoljeong.

‘…Then how strong does the world after sword force become?’

Lost in the afterglow, I blankly looked back at Dokgo Yeon.

Of course, regardless of that.

“Don’t stand there dazed and hurry up and follow. If you’re slow, I’ll carry you on my back.”

“Whoa! I’m coming now!”

I hurried to chase after her.

There was still a long way to go.

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