The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 57

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57.

“You’ve met before?”

My eyebrows rose at the unexpected words.

“Even though you’ve met before, she still treated you like that… well, no. I suppose that’s possible…”

Throughout the entire week we stayed at Jeonryunshinmanyeo’s Secret, Namgung Rin treated Dangsoso like an animal.

It wasn’t particularly strange.

People in this world generally regard demons as possessions rather than people.

At best, they’re treated like pets.

Since most demons have no self-awareness and can only think simply, like that Hwagyeong Gangsi back then, it’s only natural, but it still bothered me a little each time.

“She probably noticed long ago that I’m Jeonryunshinmanyeo’s blood gangsi. The reason she didn’t mention it or interfere was likely because she has goodwill toward Lady Peng.”

Dangsoso already knew the truth about my possession and origins.

It was only natural since we shared all thoughts with each other in the beginning.

The strange modern speech patterns she uses were also things she acquired while exploring my memories.

“It’s fortunate that Lady Peng’s heavenly nature is that of the Heavenly Demon. If you had leaned even slightly toward righteousness, Namgung Rin would have killed you without hesitation. Your head would have rolled right there on the spot.”

“Ugh.”

I groaned.

I had similar thoughts, but if Dangsoso saw it that way too, it must be true. In matters like this, a third party’s perspective is always the most accurate.

“That’s the problem.”

“What?”

“Lady Peng isn’t an evil person like Namgung Rin.”

Dangsoso’s pitch-black eyes stared at me intently.

“It would be best to keep using the Heavenly Demon Divine Thunder Sword Technique.”

“Well, I’m already doing that, but…”

The Moonlit Sea Sword Technique I learned from Ju Sohui felt like wearing ill-fitting clothes.

I was excited by the novel feeling when I first used it, but as my level increased, I realized more and more.

Gentle swordsmanship doesn’t suit me.

What fits me is a more domineering and intense energy.

Since my natural body is fast and straightforward, it was bound to have poor compatibility with the Moonlit Sea Sword Technique, which flows smoothly like water mixed with water or wine mixed with wine.

“Or else—”

As I was scratching my cheek, Dangsoso’s next words reached me.

“You could get strong enough to defeat Namgung Rin in battle.”

“What?”

It was an absurd statement.

I couldn’t even gauge her level, so how could I possibly defeat that three-hundred-year-old possessed demon?

“That’s impossible.”

“Then the answer is clear. Live as the Little Heavenly Demon.”

“I don’t want that either!”

Regardless of how good the Heavenly Demon Divine Thunder Sword Technique was, I didn’t want the Makyō lifestyle.

I’m a pacifist, after all.

I hate the law of the strong where blood and slaughter run rampant. Being branded as a public enemy of the martial world and living a life of being hunted would be the worst.

‘Hmm, maybe I won’t become a public enemy?’

No matter what I did, Ju Sohui didn’t seem like she would abandon me.

She was the type who would sever my limbs and tendons to keep me by her side for life if I went crazy and ran wild. That made her even more frightening.

I imagined myself trapped in a luxurious room, unable to walk alone or move my arms.

In the room, as always, would be Ju Sohui with her loving face.

“My child, this mother will take care of you for life, so don’t worry about anything.”

…Shiver!

Goosebumps rose as I vigorously rubbed my forearms.

Perhaps because the image was so vivid, it seemed to flow into Dangsoso beside me as well. She closed her eyes with a disgusted expression.

“That’s a plausible ending.”

“Hic!”

I hiccupped, thoroughly startled.

“B-but when that time comes, you’ll save me, right Sosso?”

“If Lady Peng becomes a demon, I’ll probably be executed first for the crime of neglecting to prevent it.”

“Ah.”

Now that I heard it, that made sense.

I made up my mind.

“Let’s live quietly.”

“Yes.”

* * *

Twenty days later.

“It’s a village—!”

After passing through the Jinling Mountain Range and then Pachok, terrain so treacherous that humans shouldn’t be able to traverse it, I screamed.

“Village! Village! Village! Village!”

“Finally.”

Even Dangsoso, who would normally scold me for being noisy, was moved.

And for good reason.

This was the first time we’d seen a proper settlement since leaving the Huashan Sect over a month and a half ago.

We did get warm rest at Jeonryunshinmanyeo’s Secret in between, but with one (presumably) psychotic life-and-death monster beside us, how could that be considered rest?

“Waiter! One bowl of hot noodle soup! And some clear broth meat slices too!”

“Yes, I’ve taken your order for noodle soup and clear broth meat slices!”

We had barely eaten anything for the last seven days and nights.

I plopped down at a random tavern and devoured the food as soon as the waiter brought it out.

“Ah. I’m full.”

After eating about half a bowl of noodle soup and three pieces of clear broth meat, I set down my chopsticks with a clack.

Dangsoso stared at me.

“You ate a pitiful amount compared to how enthusiastically you started.”

“This is my normal portion, but it seems like more because you don’t eat anything!”

How can one person eat both the main dish and side dish alone?

It’s like trying to eat jajangmyeon, sweet and sour pork, and spicy shrimp all by yourself at a Chinese restaurant. That’s why they invented jjamjjamyeon for ordinary people like us.

“Whew.”

Full belly and warm back… well, not quite.

“It’s a bit cold?”

“Still much better than Hebei though.”

It was gradually becoming late winter.

In modern terms, roughly around November. So while we were wandering aimlessly here and there in Jinling, early winter had already arrived.

‘Sichuan really is warmer.’

I spent last winter in northern China, near the border close to Inner Mongolia.

The winter temperatures there are terrifying. With bitter cold dropping to minus twenty or thirty degrees that makes your hands and feet tremble, it’s no wonder the North Sea Ice Palace is a wasteland.

In contrast, Sichuan Province is bearable even in deep winter if you just wear a thick coat. Compared to that, the weather is clearly milder than even Korean winters.

“Hmm.”

After eating and getting a room, I looked around the marketplace.

The Chengdu Plain, reached after crossing Pachok.

This place, called the manor of the Sichuan Dang Family, was very fertile flatland known as the Land of Heavenly Abundance.

The soil is rich and resources abundant, plus with the Yangtze River running alongside, various water resources overflow.

Moreover, it’s a natural fortress surrounded by the Jinling Mountain Range to the north and Hengduan Mountains to the west, the Wuling Plateau to the south with its maze-like terrain of caves and limestone formations, and to the east the treacherous gorges of the Yangtze River that neither boats nor horses dare enter.

To enter Sichuan from outside, one must cross jungle-like mountains or rough gorges, giving it excellent advantages in defensive warfare.

Of course, such natural fortresses usually have pros and cons.

Places that are originally hard to enter are also hard to leave.

Such places easily become isolated and face starvation without supplies, but as I mentioned, Sichuan’s Chengdu Plain is one of China’s four great granaries.

The distance to the capital Beijing is a whopping three thousand five hundred li by land.

Naturally, unlike Hebei or the central plains below it, the Imperial Court’s influence doesn’t reach here easily.

Because of this, the Dang Family has grown over generations into a massive power house that holds the region’s actual authority.

‘The prices are definitely cheap too.’

The people of Chengdu all showed leisure in their expressions and attitudes.

I tilted my head at that relaxed atmosphere for a moment, then found something odd.

“There aren’t any martial artists fighting?”

When traveling through Zhongyuan, whether at markets or taverns, there was always at least one group brawling.

But since entering Chengdu, I had rarely even heard loud voices.

“People from Sichuan don’t fight openly.”

Dangsoso, who was beside me, casually answered my question.

“If there’s someone they don’t like, rather than fighting in front, they secretly deal with them from behind. In an isolated region, those who stand out are bound to be hated quickly.”

“Ugh.”

Something feels sinister.

Feeling somewhat disgusted, I pointed toward Dangsoso’s face area.

“But you, are you going to keep wearing that?”

Since entering Chengdu, she had immediately bought a bamboo hat with a face veil and had been covering her face with cloth the whole time.

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