The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 5

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

5.

Fortunately, Dad’s name wasn’t Penguin or Pengsu, but Peng Baek. Compared to Peng-i and Pengdori, it was quite normal.

‘Wait. Is that really fortunate?’

Why are Mom and Dad’s names Ju Sohui and Peng Baek, but their son and daughter are Peng-i and Pengdori?

This is child abuse!

Even though I’m the one who made them up!

However, I didn’t express any complaints about the names. Ju Sohui looked far too excited for that.

“Your wounds… you’ll need to rest for a few more days. If it were up to me, I’d want to stay put for about two months and nurse you back to health, but with Hebei right ahead, we should return to the main house first.”

At the same time, she seemed to feel tremendous guilt about my injuries.

Well, of course. The daughter (not really) she’d been searching for ten years had returned, but she almost killed her because she didn’t recognize her due to the mask.

“…I’ll make sure this never happens again. If I had actually killed you by mistake, I would have cut open my own belly that very day.”

“Please don’t do that.”

I was horrified and stopped her.

‘She looks like she could shoot lasers from her eyes.’

The look in her eyes was half out of her mind.

Not that she seemed likely to harm me. Far from harming me, she looked ready to stab her own throat after cutting down all the flies buzzing around me.

Oh. And I also heard the story about Yeon-ga and Geumga.

“It’s true that Yeon-ga and Geumga don’t get along well originally, but the jade ring you were trying to steal isn’t some family treasure of Geumga—it’s a Gu egg.”

“Gu?”

I immediately hardened my expression and asked back.

“What’s a Gu?”

The only Gu I know is solitude, but surely it can’t be that.

Hmm. It does sound familiar though.

Since I skipped all the story while gaming, my memory is…

“…I thought you understood the seriousness when you hardened your expression.”

Ju Sohui looked momentarily stunned, but soon returned to being a mother completely blinded by love.

“Well, it’s probably better that you don’t know this. Gu are poisonous insects that enter the human body and cause fatal injuries. Once a Gu enters your body, there are few ways to survive. Any martial artist with sense makes it a principle to eliminate them immediately upon discovery.”

“But it didn’t really look like a bug.”

“That’s because it hasn’t hatched yet.”

She furrowed her brow.

“Anyway, anyone insane enough to use Gu is usually affiliated with Makyō or the Blood Sect. The reason I temporarily took refuge with Yeon-ga this time was solely to find this Gu egg.”

“So Geumga lied.”

“It’s not like Yeon-ga readily told me the truth either.”

Hearing that, I could roughly guess the whole story.

The Gu egg belonged to neither of them.

In other words, both sides lied to the martial artists they hired.

But there’s one part I don’t understand.

“What’s so special about a Gu that two local power families would get involved? From what you’re saying, it sounds so wicked that it might even endanger the user.”

“What other reason could there be? Both families must have had some connection to the Blood Sect.”

Ju Sohui stated definitively.

“This mother has handled that matter, so you don’t need to worry about it. Just rest well for a few days.”

“Ah, yes.”

When I answered while rolling my eyes around, Ju Sohui suddenly pulled my head into an embrace.

“How did you grow up to be so lovely while I wasn’t watching? It pains me deeply that I couldn’t witness your growth process step by step, but I hope you can live safely in your family’s embrace from now on.”

“Is that so? But I have a wandering star, so that might be a bit difficult…”

“Don’t worry. You’re not a very young child, and as a mother, it would be inadequate of me to lock away such a talented daughter forever.”

“Thank you?”

I still bewilderedly accepted Ju Sohui’s expressions of affection.

The love pouring down like a waterfall without any conditions was overwhelming.

After acting cocky toward troublemakers in the marketplace and then lying down all day being treated like a baby bird, I was dizzy from the gap.

Still, I couldn’t just abandon the expectations of a mother who had reunited with her child (fake) after ten years.

In the end, I spent several more days lying in that mysterious room, recuperating.

If I were an ordinary person, getting stabbed in the stomach would have been a death sentence in this era without proper doctors, but martial artists—especially peak masters—heal wounds faster than others.

Seven days and nights passed like that.

When I could finally move around, I got up and dusted myself off. Ju Sohui looked restless watching me.

“Isn’t it still difficult to walk? This won’t do. I’d rather carry you on my back.”

“What? No, you’re still my mother, how could a grown child like me…”

“I said it’s fine.”

We argued back and forth several more times.

In the end, I was carried.

‘Wow. What am I doing?’

Thinking about being carried by an elder who must be around fifty made the Confucian girl inside me stir. But when I thought that and looked up at Ju Sohui, her face looked like a college student in her early twenties.

‘Both situations are awkward for being carried.’

By actual age, being carried by an elderly person; by appearance, being carried by a college freshman six or seven years younger.

Feeling uncomfortable, I squirmed a few times while being carried, and Ju Sohui asked in a restless tone.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“…No! Not at all!”

But when I saw her face like a rain-soaked puppy, I couldn’t bring myself to say something inflammatory like ‘You’re making me uncomfortable’ to her face.

Even as a joke, if I said I didn’t like it, she looked ready to commit seppuku immediately.

Weighing my psychological discomfort against Ju Sohui’s feelings, I ultimately chose the former. I think most people would do the same unless they were quite unusual.

Besides, hmm.

‘This is comfortable.’

Being carried was unexpectedly pleasant.

Humans are naturally adaptable creatures.

I adapted to my current mother’s (not really) comfortable cradle in less than a moment. Somehow, even though she was diligently leaping across rooftops, I couldn’t feel any vibration at all.

Oh, and on the way out, I learned where I had been staying.

That luxurious sickbed was apparently in Yeon-ga’s annex attached to the inner quarters.

With no sign of people around, it seemed Ju Sohui had wiped out all of Yeon-ga’s relatives.

Probably the same situation with Geumga.

…Is it okay for the righteous faction to do this?

No matter how much Makyō mocks the righteous faction as hypocrites with swords, they’re still the righteous faction, aren’t they?

‘Since I lived as the Young Heavenly Demon in the game, I don’t know the righteous faction’s standards.’

Still, thanks to Ju Sohui cleaning up, I didn’t need to apologize for failing the commission. Since the clients were dead.

“Come to think of it, you’ve only eaten invalid food for a week and haven’t had a proper meal. Once we pass Taewon, there won’t be cities this large for a while, so let’s eat at an inn before we go.”

“Is it okay to stay here peacefully when two power families are all dead?”

“Who’s going to say anything?”

Ju Sohui snorted.

“Since they joined hands with the Blood Sect, they were targets for elimination by the Martial Arts Alliance anyway. The government naturally can’t intervene in this matter, and if the Alliance knew the facts, they’d probably welcome my actions.”

“It’s complicated.”

“You don’t need to think about it so complicatedly. Waiter here, I’d like to rent the entire 4th floor—do you have space?”

Still carrying me, Ju Sohui entered the inn.

It was the largest and most splendid place in Taewon, one I had never even dared to try entering.

The waiter, not knowing Ju Sohui’s identity, looked troubled.

“I’m sorry. The 4th floor isn’t open to ordinary guests.”

“Hmm? Then who occupies this inn’s 4th floor?”

“It’s mainly used by people from Geumga or Yeon-ga, but in principle—”

“This inn is owned by the Eon Family.”

While the waiter was explaining, some young master appeared behind us.

He appeared to be my age and was a promising handsome young man.

He must be quite famous in the area, as all the women around were blushing and stealing glances at him.

Despite his youthful face, he was surprisingly tall—nearly six feet, enough to look down at Ju So-hee. The boy spoke with an extremely polite manner.

*Six cheok: approximately 180cm

“Of course, the door is always open for the Sword Master. I shall guide you.”

“Oh, Young Master Eon! This place is…!”

The waiter’s face turned pale white upon seeing his face. From the man’s attitude, he seemed to realize the mistake he had made.

Young Master Eon didn’t bother to scold the waiter. Ju Sohui glanced at him once and asked mischievously.

“Muhyeok. You’ve grown quite a lot since I last saw you.”

“That’s true… but what brings the Sword Master to this Shanxi?”

“Shanxi is practically next to my home. Do I need some grand reason to take a brief stroll to the neighboring town?”

Ju Sohui maintained a casual attitude as she followed him up the stairs.

Young Master Eon, Eon Muhyeok’s eyes met mine. Perhaps overwhelmed by the Hyeongyeong master’s pressure, he desperately tried to ignore me.

“But before I go, I should meet the Grand Patriarch of the Eon Family once. I have something to convey, so please tell him to stop by the inn.”

“Ah, rather than that, wouldn’t you visit the Eon Family? Father would be very pleased to see you.”

“Pleased, indeed. It’s only been twenty years since I beat that fellow and hung him on Shanxi’s city gates.”

Captivated by this very interesting story, I interjected.

“You hung him on the city gates?”

“He challenged me to a duel in his youth, and goodness, he was so confident that he suggested the loser absolutely obey the winner’s commands for a day. After I won, he had to obey, so I quietly hung him on the city gates to humiliate him.”

“Oh.”

The story became even more fascinating.

“Ahem.”

Seeing my sparkling eyes, Eon Muhyeok cleared his throat.

Though his father’s disgrace bothered him, he seemed unable to talk back to a master, so he appeared to want to change the subject.

“Um, rather than that, Sword Master. I’ve been curious since earlier… who is the young lady you’re holding? The way she’s being carried seems somewhat improper.”

“Ah. I haven’t introduced her yet.”

Ju Sohui opened the guest room door with her energy manipulation technique and said.

“She’s my daughter.”

“Pardon?”

Cough, hack. The flustered Eon Muhyeok made strange coughing sounds.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————