The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 42

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42.

 

“You mean showing the way?”

 

“Yes. Actually, I was looking for the main hall because I have something to ask the Patriarch, but it’s so vast that it’s not easy to find.”

 

Eon Muhyeok flinched when he heard my words.

 

“I can take you to the main hall, but I don’t know if grandfather will be there. He’s someone who rarely leaves his quarters.”

 

“If he’s not there, I’ll just wait.”

 

“…Follow me.”

 

Whoosh.

 

He didn’t seem to want to have a long conversation with me.

 

‘Did I do something wrong?’

 

My head tilted in confusion.

 

While Eon Muhyeok’s first impression wasn’t great, I had developed goodwill toward the entire family during my two weeks staying at the Jinzhu Eon Family.

 

Moreover, I heard that the eldest son Eon Muhyeok, unlike the patriarch, was sincere and talented, making him a promising future leader.

 

“Young Master Eon.”

 

I followed Eon Muhyeok closely and suddenly stuck my head right next to him.

 

“Do you like sweet things?”

 

“I dislike them.”

 

“What about tea and snacks?”

 

“Not particularly.”

 

“Ah, I see.”

 

Feeling awkward, I scratched the back of my head.

 

Since he had asked for a sparring match first, I tried to be friendly, but when he responded like this, I lost the motivation to talk.

 

Dangsoso was originally the type who wasn’t interested in anyone except me.

 

Thanks to that, with only me keeping quiet, the surroundings became very silent.

 

Whether Eon Muhyeok deliberately avoided them, we didn’t encounter any of the servants and attendants who were usually so visible.

 

“Peng Soxiong.”

 

Then suddenly.

 

Eon Muhyeok, who was walking ahead, opened his mouth.

 

“I heard you were kidnapped by the Blood Sect when you were young. How did you live after that?”

 

“The Blood Sect?”

 

Ah. Was that the setting?

 

“I don’t particularly remember my childhood… I just wandered Chūan as a ronin.”

 

To my casual answer, Eon Muhyeok, who had been hesitating, asked an unexpected question.

 

“Is that the secret to your strength?”

 

“Huh?”

 

It was an unexpected question, so I could only ask back briefly.

 

I met eyes with the boy who was quietly waiting for my next words.

 

The seventeen-year-old eldest son standing at the boundary between boy and man.

 

His particularly black irises sank deep and glistened.

 

Looking straight into those eyes, I answered.

 

“Perhaps that might be it. Since I started learning martial arts, I’ve never really had ordinary sparring matches. Most were life-and-death battles where lives were at stake.”

 

About half of that was true.

 

From right after I fell into the Martial World and escaped from Makyō, I had accumulated quite diverse combat experience during my ronin life.

 

I nearly died more than once or twice. Well, that’s natural when three peak masters come charging at you all at once.

 

“Conversely, I’d like to ask you something – have you never gone on a journey through Gangho, Young Master Eon?”

 

“That’s not the case.”

 

He quickly denied it, then belatedly added.

 

“…But I’ve rarely traveled alone. Moreover, I generally wear martial robes symbolizing the Eon Family, so I’ve never gotten into major trouble. If my body were harmed, grandfather would definitely come seeking revenge.”

 

“That’s the problem.”

 

There was something I felt during the sparring match with Eon Muhyeok.

 

The sword he wielded was excessively upright and honest.

 

While it might be suitable for a successor of Baekdojeonpa, not all orthodox factions practiced such swordsmanship.

 

No matter how much they called themselves orthodox factions, they were ultimately warriors carrying swords.

 

Once you draw your sword and face an opponent, the victor becomes justice. The saying “might makes right” didn’t come from nowhere.

 

“There are things you can’t obtain through sparring alone. Even at the same level, someone who has gone through countless real battles can’t be the same as someone who only swung their sword at scarecrows in a greenhouse.”

 

“…Greenhouse?”

 

“Ah, well. It’s a metaphorical meaning. No matter how much you practice breathing exercises in a warm house, enlightenment won’t come.”

 

“I understand. Then I should also-”

 

“But is that necessarily bad?”

 

Eon Muhyeok, who had been nodding, opened his eyes wide. I looked up at the boy who was about a head taller than me and crossed my arms.

 

“Strength gained through life-and-death battles is sweet, but you’re too young to risk the danger of possibly dying.”

 

“…Peng Soxiong and I are the same age.”

 

“That’s exactly why I’m saying this.”

 

I started walking again.

 

Eon Muhyeok also began walking slowly beside me, matching my pace. I spoke as if sighing.

 

“If I could have chosen, I would have picked a safe and peaceful life over becoming strong. Because I don’t want to die.”

 

“…That’s sophistry.”

 

My gaze turned to him.

 

His straight eyebrows on his clear forehead twitched. He retorted with a slightly angry tone.

 

“Even though you say that, you don’t stay quietly at the Peng Family of Hebei, do you? You’d be safer than anyone under the Sword Master’s protection. The Sword Master would take you anywhere if you wanted.”

 

“Haha. That’s true too.”

 

Whether in the Forbidden City or the Wulin Alliance, if I just said I wanted to stay by her side, Ju Sohui would take me along even if she had to carry me.

 

But I couldn’t do that.

 

The reason was simple.

 

“Still, I have something I want to do. I can’t help it.”

 

Because the Peng Family of Hebei isn’t my home.

 

From the day I fell into the Martial World, I’ve continued to not lose hope.

 

‘Maybe someday I’ll be able to return.’

 

My hometown.

 

My real home.

 

To Korea where my beloved mother is.

 

I have no clues now, but you never know. The world is so vast, there might even be some hidden piece concealed in the game.

 

“-I also have something I want to do!”

 

While I was lost in thought, I heard Eon Muhyeok’s shout. He was breathing heavily with both fists clenched.

 

“I also have a reason why I must become strong.”

 

“Ah, yes.”

 

“So just watch.”

 

Snap.

 

He pointed his index finger toward me.

 

“I will be the New Dragon at this year’s Yongbongji Meeting!”

 

“? Ah. Yes.”

 

What am I supposed to do about that?

 

I was staring blankly, not understanding the context, when Eon Muhyeok, who had possessed himself with a shonen manga protagonist, repeated “Just watch!” and ran off by himself.

 

“…? Wait! What about showing me the way!”

 

Even though I shouted belatedly, there was no response.

 

“No, really, what the.”

 

This is absurd.

 

As I clicked my tongue at Eon Muhyeok’s strange behavior, Dangsoso, who had been quiet until now, spoke.

 

“He’s a strange man. Let’s not get involved with him.”

 

“I should do that.”

 

* * *

 

That evening.

 

Having barely made it back to Cheonbindan after my guide had run off on his own, I encountered Eon Yeonhyeok.

 

The man in his thirties who had been lying on the wooden floor scratching his belly hurriedly got up and tried to act dignified when he saw me.

 

“Ahem! Dori, you’re back.”

 

“Yes. I looked for quite a while—”

 

“I heard you enjoyed an intimate rendezvous with our Muhyeok? How was it?”

 

“What? Who? Me?”

 

It was definitely Chinese, not Korean, but I still couldn’t understand what I was hearing.

 

Eon Yeonhyeok grinned and asked me, who was completely bewildered.

 

“Well, I knew this would happen. How could a young man and woman living under the same roof not become close? Oh yes, of course.”

 

“Uh, what. Yes?”

 

“I welcome it anytime, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask!”

 

What kind of misunderstanding was he having?

 

‘He didn’t seem to have any intention of being friends anyway.’

 

Rather, he had thrown out some petty villain-like lines and ran off.

 

But I couldn’t badmouth the eldest grandson in front of his grandfather, so I gave an awkward laugh and got to the main point.

 

“I can change the nature of my qi and spread it outward, but I can’t do both at the same time.”

 

I tried drawing out qi with viscous properties while hiding the power of lightning.

 

But soon I hit my limit.

 

I could release it just a little from my hand or sword, but anything beyond that was impossible.

 

The special properties disappeared instantly from the released qi.

 

Seeing my attempts and failures, Eon Yeonhyeok smiled meaningfully.

 

“Hmm, well now. That brings back old memories.”

 

“Is there some kind of trick to it?”

 

“A trick, you say.”

 

After dragging it out for a while as if he would tell me, he spoke with feigned innocence.

 

“If I told you that, would it be enlightenment? Think about it yourself.”

 

Tch. I guess not after all.

 

I had hoped to at least get a hint, but it was a bust. While I was grumbling internally, Eon Yeonhyeok smacked my back.

 

“Ack!”

 

“Now then, let’s see how skilled you’ve become with the Ghost Path. I’ll stand guard, so start with your breathing exercises.”

 

“Understood.”

 

* * *

 

The day after I finished my personal training following Eon Yeonhyeok’s usual tutoring.

 

“Young Master Eon ran away from home?”

 

News came that Eon Muhyeok had run away from home.

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