The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 49

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49.

 

The interior of the building I entered following Yeonhwa was more modest than its exterior appearance.

 

Of course, since the outside was so splendid, being more modest than that didn’t exactly give it a temple-like atmosphere.

 

‘I heard Huashan is the wealthiest among the Taoist sects.’

 

They handle security and logistics escort for the Yellow River Basin alongside government forces, and the manor granted by the Imperial Court is said to be quite vast. (Though not as much as the Peng Family!)

 

I passed by expensive-looking porcelain and orchids, heading toward the innermost room.

 

“Master, Peng Soxiong says he wishes to pay his respects to you.”

 

“Come in.”

 

With permission granted, I entered the room together with Yeonhwa.

 

‘Ah. That posture.’

 

It was the same pose Eon Yeonhyeok would strike when trying to act dignified.

 

Ju Sohui?

 

Ju Sohui is too busy biting and sucking whenever she sees me to show such a dignified appearance.

 

Having such irreverent thoughts, I politely bowed.

 

“I am Dori of the Peng Family. I heard that the Patriarch saved me when I was wandering between life and death. Thank you.”

 

“What nonsense, you should thank the child from the Dang Family who carried your injured body here.”

 

“Ah.”

 

So it really was Dangsoso who saved me.

 

When my consciousness was hazy, those cold touches that kept cooling my fever—that wasn’t a wet cloth but a corpse, I suppose.

 

“But still!”

 

The Patriarch, who had been sitting solemnly, suddenly approached me with a bright smile.

 

“My, how can you look so exactly like Great Hero Ju?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“When I first saw you and the child from the Dang Family, I was quite startled. Your faces are identical, but the energy I felt was clearly less, so I wondered if Great Hero Ju had reached the legendary realm of life and death that’s only heard in stories, becoming the first in the Martial World to achieve semi-immortality. But you’re still not even twenty, so it would be too early—and so on.”

 

This person is surprisingly talkative.

 

‘Do people naturally become more talkative as they age?’

 

Hmm.

 

I’m still in my vibrant late teens, so I wouldn’t know.

 

I smiled awkwardly and answered.

 

“I’ve heard many times that I resemble my mother. But what kind of relationship do you have with my mother?”

 

“Naturally we’re close friends, aren’t we? Great Hero Ju is a very warm and interesting person. Well, for a while those qualities almost completely disappeared…”

 

Her eyes, which had been lost in reminiscence, soon became hidden behind crescent shapes.

 

When she’s being quiet, she’s a middle-aged woman with a cool atmosphere, but when she smiles like this—she becomes a middle-aged woman with a frightening appearance.

 

‘Villainous empress physiognomy…’

 

Though her personality seems completely different.

 

“If you’re Great Hero Ju’s daughter, then you’re like a child to me as well. Yeonhwa, while Dori stays here, take good care of her like a younger sister.”

 

“Of course, Master.”

 

Yeonhwa, who had been quietly kneeling beside us, turned her head toward me.

 

She had the face of a pushover with not even a trace of resemblance to her master.

 

“Peng Soxiong! I heard you wanted to look around our Huashan. I’ll guide you through every nook and cranny.”

 

“Ah. Would that really be alright?”

 

“What’s there to worry about when two rising stars are getting along? Go ahead and enjoy yourselves.”

 

With the Patriarch’s considerate dismissal, I left the Sect Leader’s Residence together with Yeonhwa.

 

Yeonhwa, putting on her shoes, spoke somewhat embarrassedly.

 

“Don’t mind Master’s words too much. I’m a bit too old to be called a rising star. It’s hard to compare with Peng Soxiong, who achieved such great accomplishments at such a young age.”

 

In the Martial World, the age range for being considered a rising star is around twenty or so.

 

For direct descendants of prominent families or outstanding disciples of the Nine Sects, ten years is quite significant.

 

However, I shook my head.

 

“What does age matter when we’re moving forward with the same goals? Besides, Yeonhwa Soxiong, you’re Huashan’s head disciple.”

 

Hearing my modesty, Yeonhwa blinked for a moment.

 

Then.

 

“Haha! That’s true as well.”

 

I thought I might have been overly modest, but perhaps because she’s good-natured, she didn’t take it the wrong way.

 

Thanks to that, Yeonhwa and I were able to tour various places of the sect, including the main hall, in a harmonious atmosphere.

 

“There’s a scenery that can’t be left out when speaking of Huashan’s magnificent beauty. Normally we don’t show it to outsiders, but since you’re an honored guest, I’ll make a special exception.”

 

After showing me appropriate facilities and the disciples’ training grounds, Yeonhwa suddenly turned around and made the suggestion.

 

Naturally, I was pleased.

 

After all, I had visited Huashan for sightseeing purposes.

 

When I nodded, Yeonhwa immediately began stepping up through gaps in the rock wall.

 

Following behind her, I burst into admiration at a certain point.

 

“Whoa!”

 

When I peeked my head up through the rock crevice, I could see Huashan, the manor, and even the Yellow River flowing below all at once.

 

“Soxiong, come up on this tree.”

 

Above the rock crevice stood a massive pine tree, towering alone.

 

I couldn’t tell how many hundreds of years old it might be.

 

Climbing to the top of that tree and sitting on a branch, a magnificent view that I’d only seen on TV screens unfolded before me.

 

“It’s wonderful.”

 

“It’s quite a famous spot among the disciples. Right now there’s no one here since it’s training time.”

 

Whoooosh.

 

The rough autumn wind flowing through the gorge coolly brushed across my forehead.

 

Thump.

 

The spot where I was sitting swayed because Yeonhwa climbed onto the thin branch.

 

But that was only momentary.

 

Once she settled into the seat next to me, the swaying calmed down.

 

For several minutes, we both admired the scenery without saying a word.

 

More precisely, I was completely absorbed in the overwhelming vista, while Yeonhwa was intently observing me.

 

“Peng Soxiong.”

 

Unable to hold back any longer, Yeonhwa was the first to speak.

 

“If it’s not rude, may I ask about your general level of achievement?”

 

“Ah.”

 

Seeing her eyes sparkling with competitive spirit, I chuckled.

 

This was my first time meeting a proper disciple from one of the Nine Sects, and indeed, this kind of person must be designated as the next sect leader.

 

“Mid-stage Chojejung. I’ve been constantly trying to create sword energy, but it’s not going very well.”

 

“Aren’t you only seventeen? That level of achievement at that age is unprecedented. Actually, there’s been a lot of talk in the Orthodox Martial World that you’ll surpass Great Hero Ju.”

 

“Such rumors are going around?”

 

I asked, somewhat flustered.

 

“I’ve never visited the Wulin Alliance or shown any particular activities, have I? I’ve never even attended the Dragon Phoenix Assembly.”

 

“But you tracked down Blood Sect members on the Yangtze River and even captured a Buntta leader, didn’t you? And this time you even killed the chief of a water bandit group that had been giving the authorities quite a headache, so rumors will spread throughout Chūan soon.”

 

Yeonhwa added.

 

“Most importantly, that chief was a major figure at the early Hwa Gyeong stage. You’ve accomplished something far greater than you imagine.”

 

“Hmm, without Soso, I think I would have died instead.”

 

“Isn’t Lady Dang your subordinate spirit? Just because a necromancer uses spirits doesn’t mean their martial prowess should be diminished—that would be absurd.”

 

When she puts it that way, I have nothing to say.

 

My profession involves summoned creatures, so it would be ridiculous to exclude summoned creatures from my full strength.

 

I readily acknowledged it.

 

“I am pretty amazing.”

 

“I really want to cross swords with such an amazing person.”

 

The main point came out.

 

Yeonhwa’s fine hair fluttered in the wind as she leaned forward slightly.

 

“You’ll be staying at Huashan until your injury heals, right? Once your arm recovers, let’s have a match!”

 

“A martial duel?”

 

It was an opportunity to witness the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique at the same level as mine.

 

Directly experiencing Huashan’s secret technique was meaningful in itself. I immediately accepted.

 

“It would be my honor.”

 

Satisfied with my response, Yeonhwa’s expression was much more favorable than before.

 

She didn’t stop there and took another step closer.

 

“I’m embarrassed to say I’ve had no worthy opponents among my peers, but meeting Peng Soxiong like this brings me joy. I hope we can maintain a good relationship going forward.”

 

To summarize my current relationship with her, it’s like ‘mom’s friend’s daughter.’

 

In the Martial World where master-disciple relationships are no different from second parent-child bonds, such connections are quite strong. I quickly seized this opportunity for guanxi that had rolled my way.

 

“Yes, let’s get along well!”

 

Having a good master pays off – the whole pumpkin vine comes rolling in.

 

As I was bonding with Yeonhwa and admiring the evening sunset, a small enlightenment suddenly came to my mind.

 

Following the faint clue circling in my head, I drew the dagger from my chest.

 

“Peng Soxiong?”

 

Due to switching to Northern Enlightenment Skill, the natural qi flowing through my energy channels faintly enveloped the dagger. Having coated the sword with qi, I slowly recalled the sensation from that forgotten day.

 

What pierced the Sui Luochai leader’s heart was lightning strike, but natural qi is also energy I possess. Perhaps I could recreate it…

 

“…”

 

Yeonhwa also seemed to realize what I was trying to do and closed her mouth.

 

She must have known how important a moment of enlightenment is to a martial artist.

 

Thanks to this, I concentrated on circulating my qi without any interference, and finally created a single blue thread above the dagger.

 

Long and stretching like gum.

 

Yet energy that clearly had form and was beginning to materialize.

 

It was sword silk, the symbol of late-stage Chojejung.

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