The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 61

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61.

“I see. Yes, that’s enough.”

This was a child who had lost her mother and older brother early on, and had noticeably become quieter and smiled less, which had been weighing on his mind.

Dang Jacheong wasn’t a man who carefully looked after each of his children, but he still had enough paternal love to wish for his youngest daughter to live happily and safely. As he reached out to pat his daughter’s head, Dang Jacheong hesitated.

‘I don’t have the right to do that.’

Withdrawing his arm, he spoke.

“Now go see Lady Peng. And while you’re staying here, you may freely enter the Dang Family’s secret vault. As long as I remain the patriarch, I will always permit Lady Peng’s access.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

Having received her father’s permission, Dangsoso bowed once and withdrew.

After leaving the Gajujeon, she looked at the sun setting in the west and closed her eyes.

The faint scent of poison and medicinal herbs drifting through her nostrils. The strangely quiet footsteps of the servants. The neatly carved scenery of the buildings.

Though it was her return after ten years, it felt remarkably familiar. She had told Dori that she couldn’t remember much from before becoming a corpse, but recently, as her master had changed, Sosso was gradually recovering her old memories.

Her mother, who had been father’s second concubine. Her brother who had cherished her.

And then the deaths of both of them.

She still didn’t know who the culprit was. In fact, finding out who did it now would be pointless.

The Dang Family originally had twenty sons.

Many of them died before reaching their first birthday. Not only from assassination, but children who couldn’t adapt to the poison mixed in their baby food or meals died early. The Dang Family’s virtue of having many children existed for this reason.

That’s why Sosso had despised this kind of household since childhood.

In the end, she ran away at a young age, and as soon as she entered the Jinling Mountain Range, she was killed by Cheonryun Sinmago and became a blood gangsi.

‘It certainly wasn’t pleasant.’

However, if all those events had happened so she could meet Lady Peng, they were worth enduring.

That’s how much Sosso liked Dori.

Though she would jump up and get angry if she knew, Sosso regarded Dori as something like a cute little sister.

Though she couldn’t treat her as kindly as her brother used to treat her.

But that was largely Dori’s fault.

Unlike herself, who had been cute and adorable, Dori was still young and green, yet refused to call her older sister, and would lie on the floor throwing tantrums.

In any case, she was a troublemaking little sister who never had a peaceful day when they were together.

Having thought that far, Sosso returned to Chungbinheon with an expressionless face. Inside, for some reason, a completely worn-out Dori was sprawled across the main hall.

“Huhhh. Hi, Sosso.”

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t even have the strength to move. Sosso, carry me to the bed. Wah wah.”

This was exactly the kind of thing that was annoying.

As Sosso looked down at Dori with cold eyes, her trouser hem was grabbed. Befitting the only daughter of the greatest beauty in the martial world, the exceptionally beautiful girl tugged at her clothes while making a cute expression.

“Pwease?”

“…”

She was defeated.

Sosso carried Dori to the bed and laid her down without revealing the sense of defeat in her heart.

Honestly, Dori was cute.

She seemed similar to Cheonryun Sinmago yet was completely different, and indeed, now was better.

But saying that directly would be embarrassing. Sosso shot back with a prim expression.

“Even on the mountain, you ask to be carried whenever things get a little difficult. If you live like this, Lady Peng will become a pig soon.”

“I’d still be pretty even as a pig, so it’s fine.”

“Ugh.”

“Hm. So you don’t think I’m pretty?”

“…Be quiet.”

* * *

Two weeks of earnestly trying to avoid the Dang Family’s sons and meet with the daughter.

Unfortunately, no choice options appeared for the daughter, who was presumably the main heroine. I thought it might be due to insufficient favorability and tried hard to hover around her, but thinking about it, there was a crucial problem.

‘Maybe I can’t romance her because I’m a female character?’

That might be the case.

I don’t know much about the story mode of 〈Martial World〉, but in dating sim games with both male and female heroines, it’s common for the romance-able characters to change based on the player’s gender.

Yeonhwa is.

Hmm, Yeonhwa is…

‘Could she be a cross-dressing man?’

No.

No matter what, that couldn’t be it.

Either a character who plays a very important role in the main story, or a character whose concept itself isn’t restricted by the player’s gender.

Anyway, there must be various reasons.

“I heard you’ve made a decision in your heart.”

So, the conclusion.

Let go of the daughter who won’t work out, and receive a favor from Patriarch Dang.

And that favor would naturally be-

“Yes! I heard that countless famous swords have been born in the Dang Family’s forge.”

A sword.

‘Just how many have I broken so far?’

Thanks to Namgung Rin, I got my hands on what seemed like a pretty good sword, but honestly speaking, just one felt unsafe.

Of course, the fundamental problem was my level of mastery.

No matter how excellent a sword might be, if it clashes with strong energy while wrapped in sword energy, it’s bound to break eventually.

Meanwhile, the Dang Family was a renowned house famous for swords and weapons. Particularly unlike other great families, they had developed independent production techniques, and there were reasons for this.

The throwing knives that Dang Family members threw.

Those throwing knives weren’t items that just fell from the sky.

They were a kind of consumable that hung in clusters inside sleeves and clothing.

Since relying only on external supply for these consumables wouldn’t be sustainable, the Dang Family naturally came to mass-produce sharper and superior weapons.

And here’s the surprising fact.

All of the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World except Cheonma use Sichuan Dang Family-made swords. (Even the Four Great Leaders!) It was the will of the Sapa absolute masters who would steal them even if the Dang Family wouldn’t sell them.

‘That means they’re amazing swords!’

The luxury brand of the sword world.

Made in Sichuan Dang Family.

“Since you said you would show me favor, I would like to receive one of the Sichuan Dang Family’s famous swords from Patriarch Dang.”

“I see.”

He seemed to have expected this to some degree, as there was no change in his expression.

‘A decent famous sword should be fine.’

A treasure sword like those used by Ju Sohui or Peng would be ideal, but treasure swords aren’t items that come about simply by having a craftsman make them.

For a mere sword to become precious enough to be called a treasure, materials worthy of that status were needed. But such things couldn’t just appear suddenly without preparation.

However, even with reasonably good iron, a craftsman’s touch could make something worthy of being called a famous sword, so I requested that as the Dang Family’s favor.

“The Dang Family has various famous swords sleeping within it. I could give you one right away, but the sword you currently have seems to be as valuable as a Dang Family-made one.”

“Ah.”

I nodded.

“Yes, that’s right. I was worried because the sword I received from the Eon Family became unusable, but fortunately I was able to obtain a decent sword through a fortuitous encounter in Jinling.”

“I see. Then how about this?”

“What kind of…?”

Hearing my cautious question, Patriarch Dang explained in a serious tone.

“Currently, the Sichuan Dang Family’s forge doesn’t have any special iron. Of course, even made with ordinary materials, a famous sword would result, but the treasure swords that I or Hero Ju use aren’t made through skill alone.”

“That’s true.”

“So how about using that sword for now, and coming back later with precious materials? Then I could consult with the blacksmith and create a true treasure sword just for you.”

Having said that, he added.

“Most importantly, wouldn’t it be a shame if you obtained a treasure sword now only to have it break again?”

I fell into thought.

‘He’s right.’

A treasure sword suitable for a martial artist is truly a precious treasure, but if the user’s ability doesn’t support it, not even half of its power can be drawn out.

In simple terms, it’s an item with level restrictions.

A sword that only a Hyeongyeong master could use wouldn’t mean much to me right now. Like pearls on a swine’s neck.

“Well… it’s true that if I got an incredible sword now and it broke again when clashing with strong energy, it would be heartbreaking.”

I wonder if he’d exchange this wish token for something like a gratitude plaque.

I should go to a blacksmith in Sichuan and buy any decent sword.

Just as I made that decision.

“No, it wouldn’t be proper for the Dang Family to send our benefactor away empty-handed. Instead of a long sword, how about this?”

Thud.

As if he had prepared for this, he pulled out a small sword from his robes and slid it toward me.

“This is.”

What he handed me was a short sword that looked extraordinary at first glance.

The length was roughly three spans.

The handle was simple, but what caught the eye was the blade.

Shing.

When I drew the sword, a cool chill touched my face even in the warm room.

The blade, as if containing frost, appeared bluish or gleamed white depending on the light.

Patriarch Dang spoke in a solemn tone.

“You have a good eye, young lady. This short sword is made from ten-thousand-year cold iron.”

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