The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 41

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41.

 

Jinzhu Eon’s Training Hall.

 

A place that must be passed through before joining the Eon Family’s military force and becoming an official member.

 

Even direct descendants weren’t exempt from this rule. Eon Muhyeok had also rolled around the training ground with trainees of different ages when he was seven years old.

 

But why had Eon Muhyeok, who had already shed his trainee status ten years ago, come back to this place?

 

‘If I stay like this, I’ll fall into heart demons.’

 

Not proper ambition, but a sense of inferiority.

 

This was the emotion Eon Muhyeok had been feeling toward Dori lately.

 

Being intelligent, he soon realized something was wrong. But by then, it was already too late.

 

‘No, have I already fallen into them?’

 

Every time he attempted the breathing technique of Guiguan Beiqi, his vital gates wouldn’t close completely. The energy that had flowed smoothly became sluggish and twisted. His physical condition had also clearly deteriorated.

 

His chest felt stuffy.

 

He knew the cause of his heart demons, but had no way to resolve them.

 

‘If I tell grandfather, he’ll surely be disappointed.’

 

But it was also impossible to confide in the Elite Guards.

 

No matter how young he was, he was the young patriarch who would one day be responsible for this Eon Family.

 

A superior must not show their flaws to subordinates.

 

“Huu.”

 

Unorganized thoughts constantly wandered through his mind, making it impossible to properly train as he usually did.

 

‘Let me first empty my mind.’

 

Eventually, Eon Muhyeok left the training ground at the Patriarch’s Residence. Since he had been in semi-seclusion for half a month, it had been a very long time since he’d seen the outside. Though it was still within the same house.

 

‘Come to think of it, Mujin will be taking his advancement exam soon.’

 

Eon Muhyeok, who had gone out for a walk, decided to visit his half-brother Eon Mujin.

 

The training hall was like a cradle that all martial artists of the Eon Family passed through.

 

At the same time, it was the perfect place to return to one’s original intentions.

 

It would be a small stimulus, but in his current state of being consumed by heart demons, even that was desperately needed. Even if it didn’t help, talking with his younger brother would provide some comfort.

 

Thus, Eon Muhyeok dragged his heavy steps to reach the training hall.

 

But what was this?

 

‘Sword energy?’

 

From inside the training hall, he could feel heat twice as intense as usual.

 

Most peculiar was the sword energy that could be felt even from quite a distance.

 

‘There shouldn’t be any trainees who have reached the peak realm?’

 

Of course, the instructor teaching the trainees was a peak-level master.

 

But the training hall’s instruction was usually pure swordsmanship that didn’t use sword energy.

 

It wasn’t that the Eon Family was stingy about teaching martial arts to outsiders.

 

Without a foundation in basics like the Three Talents Sword Technique, no matter how much internal energy one had, it would eventually crumble, so having trainees build a solid foundation from the start was a kind of consideration.

 

‘…Has an outsider come?’

 

Somehow his heart was pounding.

 

Eon Muhyeok ignored his racing pulse and quietly passed through the training hall’s entrance.

 

He suppressed his presence so other trainees wouldn’t recognize him. Fortunately, the gatekeeper was also less skilled than him, and everyone was focused on the center of the training ground, so he wasn’t discovered.

 

‘…Lady Peng!’

 

His eyes widened when he spotted Dori facing off against the instructor.

 

He had only heard vague rumors about her level, and this was the first time seeing her martial prowess directly.

 

“I’ll give you the first move.”

 

“Yes, gladly.”

 

He was even more amazed by the subsequent sparring between the two, or rather, the one-sided instruction that was too embarrassing to call sparring.

 

‘Beautiful.’

 

She flowed the external arts and heavy sword representing Jinzhu Eon Family with grace and elegance.

 

While instructing her sparring partner, she didn’t excessively damage his dignity. Like scattered water droplets, she penetrated the instructor’s openings with light gestures alone.

 

-Clang!

 

Since there had been a difference in level from the start, the sparring ended quickly.

 

But that sparring was too magnificent to be dismissed as merely ‘bland.’

 

The trainees, who were still beginners, were busy admiring the female master’s movements, but Eon Muhyeok, who had reached the middle stage of the peak realm, noticed the subtle corrections and teachings she had given during the sparring.

 

Indeed, the instructor also seemed to have realized something.

 

“I have business to attend to, so I should go. Well then-”

 

“Wait!”

 

That was the reason.

 

The reason why Eon Muhyeok, who had intended to quietly observe, suddenly intervened.

 

* * *

 

“Sparring… you want to do it? Here?”

 

I was dumbfounded by this unexpected development.

 

“Is it difficult?”

 

“Ah, not particularly.”

 

“Then please accept my request.”

 

People from prestigious families rarely make direct requests.

 

It’s their characteristic to always reveal intimacy or hostility indirectly, through roundabout speech.

 

But once you receive such a request, you can’t refuse. The Peng Family and Eon Family are tightly bound by guanxi, and I had received considerable help myself.

 

“Alright.”

 

I readily accepted.

 

The simple sparring arena made for demonstrations became a stage for Eon Muhyeok and me.

 

Eon Muhyeok, standing at the opposite end of the sparring arena, cupped his fists and requested.

 

“Could we change the victory conditions for this sparring match?”

 

“Hm? What do you mean?”

 

“Since your level is much higher than mine, please consider it my victory if my sword cuts your collar.”

 

It was a reasonable proposal.

 

“Wait a moment.”

 

I gestured to Dangsoso, who was watching, and took off my wave-patterned robe. Then I exchanged it for the black robe Dangsoso was wearing.

 

“This is a garment my mother gave me, so I’d prefer not to damage it if possible. I hope you’ll understand, young master.”

 

“…No, it’s my honor.”

 

“?”

 

What’s so honorable about it?

 

As I tilted my head in confusion, Dangsoso explained through voice transmission.

 

=Honestly, with Young Master Eon’s skill level, even cutting Lady Peng’s collar would be difficult. But you went out of your way to change clothes, leaving open the possibility for your opponent to win.

 

=Does it work that way?

 

I had simply hoped the clothes wouldn’t get damaged, even by the slightest chance.

 

Scratching my cheek, I cupped my fists toward Eon Muhyeok.

 

“Please take care of me.”

 

“Please take care of me.”

 

Right after the greeting ended, Eon Muhyeok’s complexion rapidly paled.

 

‘Guiguan Beiqi Technique!’

 

A powerful external art and breathing method that all direct descendants of the Eon Family must learn.

 

Eon Muhyeok, having transformed himself into a gangsi, drew his sword. I observed him with leisurely eyes.

 

‘Indeed, his ghost meridians are more developed than ordinary governing and conception vessels.’

 

I heard that direct descendants of Jinzhu Eon Family learn to control ghost meridians before ordinary internal energy cultivation methods.

 

Though his level might be lower than the instructor I sparred with earlier, his momentum was more impressive.

 

‘Is this the power of divine arts?’

 

Or perhaps it’s a difference in talent.

 

With a cynical smile, I calmly extended my blade upward.

 

-Clang!

 

Eon Muhyeok, whose force was redirected against him, was pushed backward. I tilted my head slightly without even lifting my feet from where I initially stood.

 

“Your attacks are too honest.”

 

I could tell from just one exchange.

 

Eon Muhyeok had never once fought a life-or-death battle with anyone. In fact, he probably hadn’t even experienced real combat.

 

At most, he might have dealt with third-rate thugs who picked fights with him.

 

“Kuk.”

 

However, my innocent comment seemed to have struck a nerve.

 

Eon Muhyeok gritted his teeth even harder and swung his sword wildly.

 

Ghost Gate Darkness Twelve Forms.

 

The sword technique he wielded could indeed be called a remarkable martial art, but once the user’s breathing became disrupted, it instantly fell below third-rate level. Unless one maintained perfect composure, it couldn’t even display ten percent of its original power.

 

Whirr, clang!

 

In the end, Eon Muhyeok displayed martial prowess inferior to even the instructor from earlier and pathetically dropped his sword. I could feel the surrounding trainees murmuring.

 

“The Young Master is, well, less than I thought…”

 

“Is he having a bad day today?”

 

“Hey, that’s not it – Peng Soxiong is just strong. How many people reach the peak realm at seventeen among late-stage practitioners?”

 

“True.”

 

Perhaps because Eon Muhyeok’s usual image was good, no openly harsh words came out. I approached Eon Muhyeok, who had slumped down, and extended my hand.

 

“It was a good sparring match, Young Master Eon.”

 

“…Yes.”

 

He took my hand with a dark expression and stood up.

 

“Alright, everyone! Put away the training stones and return to formation!”

 

“Yes!”

 

The instructor, reading Eon Muhyeok’s expression, hurriedly dispersed the trainees. Thanks to this, I was able to leave the training hall with just Eon Muhyeok and myself – well, not just the two of us, but three including Dangsoso.

 

Once out of the trainees’ sight, Eon Muhyeok bit his lips until they nearly bled. Clenching his fists, he turned around abruptly.

 

“I’ll take my leave now.”

 

No invitation came to rest for a while, or to share tea and refreshments since we had met.

 

He seemed cornered to the point where it was difficult to provide proper hospitality as a host. Even while walking, he kept nervously fidgeting with his sword hilt.

 

Watching that precarious retreating figure, I spoke up.

 

“Wait a moment, Young Master Eon.”

 

The black martial uniform embroidered with the character for ‘fate’ swayed. I grinned at Eon Muhyeok as he turned his head.

 

“Could you show me around?”

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