The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 48

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48.

 

Shocking breaking news.

 

I fainted and when I woke up, two weeks had been deleted.

 

“Th-then what about meals and bodily functions?”

 

“…Shall I tell you?”

 

“Uh, no. I’d rather not know.”

 

Fortunately, I wasn’t unconscious the entire time, and it seems I managed to do what needed to be done in a dazed state.

 

I lifted my clothes and sniffed them.

 

“Smells nice.”

 

It seems Dangsoso also carefully wiped down my body with a wet cloth.

 

“Hehe.”

 

As I examined my body here and there like grooming myself, Dangsoso let out a deep sigh.

 

“There’s a doctor residing at the headquarters, so you barely recovered. The wound was so deep that there will be scars, though.”

 

“I already have plenty of scars anyway? One more won’t even show!”

 

“…”

 

I rustled around checking inside the bandages.

 

Next to the scar stickers I’d applied for 9,900 won each, there was a scab that hadn’t fully healed yet.

 

It was a wound that exposed all the muscle tissue, yet new flesh had grown in just two weeks.

 

Even though it’s my own body, the recovery power is truly tremendous.

 

“I’ll call the doctor, so please rest. The bandages need to be rewrapped since they’re getting infected.”

 

“Okay, okay.”

 

As I answered while shaking my upper body vigorously, Dangsoso smacked me on the head.

 

It didn’t particularly hurt.

 

“Stay still, I said.”

 

“Hmph.”

 

Since moving normally did make the unhealed wound bothersome, I stopped moving while whining.

 

After waiting in the room for about an hour.

 

A doctor who had been nearby entered the room and examined my condition. After applying wound medicine once more to the unhealed wound, he wrapped the bandages while giving earnest warnings.

 

“Be careful not to get dirt or food on your arm. If possible, don’t use your left arm until it’s been a month.”

 

“Yes.”

 

I definitely know how terrifying sepsis can be in ancient China without antibiotics.

 

‘Hmm, I can’t make penicillin either.’

 

It was clearly a field I had studied hard, but when it came to actually making it, I felt lost.

 

Actually, that was natural.

 

Unlike modern times where you can obtain drugs with desired components anytime, here I’d have to create something from nothing.

 

If my genre had been survival fiction, I would have somehow managed it for survival.

 

But the game genre was martial arts.

 

‘Martial arts special feature. Even infections are overcome with internal energy.’

 

So I’ll have to keep living like this from now on.

 

“Where are you going?”

 

“This is Hwasan Sect Headquarters, right? I was sick until now, but I should still give thanks to the Sect Leader and Elders who let me stay.”

 

Thinking it was a reasonable reason, Dangsoso, who had been trying to stop me, obediently stepped back.

 

Thanks to that, I got some fresh air outside for the first time in two weeks (though I don’t remember). Instead of the long boots I usually wore, I put on some appropriately provided men’s pointed shoes and was immediately surrounded by children as soon as I came out.

 

*Pointed shoes: A type of shoe with pointed tips commonly worn during the Ming Dynasty.

 

“Hero! You’re awake!”

 

“Gasp! You’ve awakened!”

 

“Are you okay now?”

 

Whoosh.

 

Instantly buried among the familiar third-generation disciples, I smiled awkwardly.

 

“You were already up here?”

 

“We heard from Miss Dang! That Hero actually beheaded a Huajing master from the Sapa who came for revenge!”

 

“Then does that mean Hero is already at Huajing level at that age?”

 

“Fool! When you reach Huajing, you undergo bone and marrow transformation and look much younger than your actual age. Despite how he looks, Hero is probably around thirty.”

 

“Ooh, so he’s thirty years old.”

 

The boys and girls who had been praising me put their heads together and whispered.

 

‘Th-thirty.’

 

Well, I was twenty-eight before the possession and spent a year here, so mentally I’m about thirty.

 

“Ahaha… Kids, I think there’s some misunderstanding. I’m not at Huajing level yet. And without Miss Dang, I couldn’t have managed alone.”

 

“Huh? Miss Dang is incredibly strong too?”

 

“Her achievements are higher than mine.”

 

The children’s eyes widened at my declaration.

 

“No way!”

 

“She’s not a miss, she’s a hero!”

 

“Wow, when will I ever reach Chojejung level?”

 

“You’re thirty years away from that. Wake up from your dream.”

 

“You’re still second-rate yourself!”

 

“Hero Dang! Please watch my training!”

 

“Me too, me too! Hero Dang! Let’s spar!”

 

Dangsoso, who instantly drew all the aggro, was buried by the children.

 

The particularly introverted Dangsoso glared at me with resentful eyes.

 

“Come on, the kids are nice. Play with them.”

 

At my carefree remark, Dangsoso’s lips twitched.

 

However, since it was convenient to dump the kids on her, I offered a brief silent prayer and began looking around the Hwasan Sect Headquarters.

 

“The scale is quite large, isn’t it?”

 

It was about half the size of the Peng Family, which spreads across all of Hebei Province with imperial support, not to mention the Jinzhu Eon Family, which I thought was quite large.

 

There were quite a few buildings besides the main hall. I could even see something on the peak across the way.

 

“Wow.”

 

Then just how big are Shaolin and Wudang?

 

I recalled Ju Sohui’s history lessons and searched my memory.

 

“It’s not particularly surprising, but the Imperial Court is currently very friendly toward the Orthodox Martial World.”

 

The reason these armed groups, which don’t even belong to the military, could expand their influence like this is thanks to the Imperial Court’s tacit support.

 

Ming is a country of connections.

 

Since the current emperor’s only younger sister, Ju Sohui, is involved in the martial world, naturally the Imperial Court supports the Orthodox faction she belongs to.

 

In fact, Ju Sohui even holds some military authority. The Yellow Dragon Division she leads is an elite unit belonging to the Imperial Court.

 

Receiving military authority, which is said not to be shared even between parents and children, suggests how deep the trust between the emperor and Ju Sohui siblings is. Having survived palace intrigue as the only surviving blood siblings from the same mother, how precious they must be to each other.

 

Of course, Ju Sohui was equally loyal to the emperor.

 

Connection special feature.

 

A friend of a friend is a friend.

 

In other words, through Ju Sohui as a mediator, the Imperial Court and the entire Orthodox faction were bound by connections.

 

This ultimately means that Zhongyuan’s Gupaibang and Five Great Families are loosely under Imperial Court control. I heard that several members of prominent families belong to the Yellow Dragon Division or government offices.

 

-Above concludes the reason why most Orthodox factions are tremendously huge.

 

‘By the way, they gave me quite good accommodations.’

 

I could tell by examining the headquarters structure.

 

The place where I woke up was in the building closest to the Sect Leader’s residence among the vast Hwasan Sect compound.

 

I heard that in Wudang’s case, there are building access restrictions by rank, but seeing third-generation disciples swarming near the Sect Leader’s quarters, Hwasan seems quite free-spirited in this regard.

 

Anyway.

 

With no one stopping me, reaching the Sect Leader’s residence was quick.

 

“Ah, Peng Soxiong. You’ve awakened.”

 

Someone spoke to me as I stopped in front of a large signboard.

 

It was a woman who seemed slightly older than me.

 

Was she around her mid-twenties?

 

Long black hair. Delicately arched eyebrows and a smooth nose bridge.

 

The contrast between her unusually pale skin, as if she had practiced beauty cultivation techniques, and her calloused hands was striking.

 

She was wearing the same dark gray martial robes as other inner disciples of Mount Hwa, sweeping the courtyard of the Sect Leader’s Residence.

 

“Are you feeling alright now?”

 

“Yes, thanks to Mount Hwa’s grace, I was able to focus on recovery. But you are…?”

 

I chose my words carefully.

 

From what I could sense, her level was slightly above mine. Since I didn’t feel the vast difference like with the Huajing masters, she was probably just past the late stage of Chojejung.

 

“Ah, I’m late with introductions. I’m Yeonhwa, the head disciple of Mount Hwa.”

 

Head disciple meant the sect leader’s direct disciple, in other words, a core figure of the sect designated as the next sect leader.

 

‘She must be around thirty then.’

 

I adjusted upward my estimate of the young-looking Yeonhwa’s age.

 

Since she’s Mount Hwa’s head disciple, it would be good to build a friendship with her.

 

“Yeonhwa Daehyeop. Please treat me well.”

 

“Hm? Haha, what Daehyeop. I’m still just a disciple who hasn’t achieved anything, so Soxiong is sufficient. Or should I call you Peng Daehyeop?”

 

Yeonhwa responded cheerfully to my flattery and threw back some banter of her own.

 

Unlike Dangsoso, she seemed to have good social skills. I smiled.

 

“Let’s go with Soxiong.”

 

“Haha! Then let’s do that, Peng Soxiong.”

 

It seemed our first impressions of each other were quite good. She smiled brightly and quietly set down the broom she was holding as she spoke.

 

“Master has been constantly worried about Peng Soxiong’s wellbeing for the past two weeks. Please come inside.”

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