The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 67

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67.

Age approximately early teens.

A girl who appeared to be roughly the same age as him stood upright in the middle of the inferno.

Because of this, it was difficult to tell whether she was engulfed in flames or if she herself was burning. Her brown eyes, reflecting the fire, flickered with different colors every second. The girl’s dry gaze swept over him.

“You’re ■ ■ive.”

“….”

He couldn’t understand.

Every time the girl opened her mouth, white letters poured out. It was as if some distant, superior being was looking down upon him.

Just by looking directly at her, his breath stopped and his heart felt cold. Cold sweat poured down profusely. He forced himself to breathe, gasping “hik, hik” as he exhaled.

This was the first time in his life he had felt such intense emotion. An overwhelming reverence that surpassed even the pleasure of becoming one with the killing spirit, intoxicated by the sweetness of slaughter.

“I ■ ■ ■king ■or ■ou. ■ut ■ow ■s ■ot ■he ■ime? ■ome ■ack ■ater.”

He couldn’t understand.

He couldn’t understand anything.

His knees trembled. His body, weakened from not eating properly and being overworked, screamed and collapsed.

“How, how can this be? Don’t you know anything about compassion or love?!”

Beyond his fading consciousness, the desperate cry of a woman who had been killed by him while holding a baby echoed in his ears.

Love.

An intense emotion that those from outside, who had been mercilessly killed by him, sometimes cried out.

“Poor child. Someday when you too realize love, you’ll change. Won’t you?”

He suddenly realized.

‘This is love.’

Otherwise, it couldn’t be this intense.

He had fallen in love with that small girl he had seen for the first time.

A love so deep that he wanted to tear out his living heart and offer it to her right now.

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When he woke up again, he was in the middle of a village that was nothing but ashes.

“….”

That girl had vanished without a trace. Wonyeong, who had regained his senses after a long time, rummaged through the ashes with his bare feet.

‘There’s nothing here.’

Hungry.

He was so hungry. So hungry it hurt, to the point of collapse.

He wandered around for a long time looking for food. However, a boy who had spent his entire life locked in a basement eating only barley porridge that others fed him couldn’t possibly find anything now.

“Ugh.”

Above all, it was dazzling.

The midday sun was incomparably brighter than the inferno of midnight. He forgot about searching for food for a moment and stared blankly up at the bright blue sky.

Under the brilliantly beautiful sky, white cotton-like things floated around.

The boy wrapped in rags opened his mouth wide and tilted his head up. A fluttering butterfly passed over the tip of his nose as he sat cross-legged.

“Achoo!”

The boy sneezed at the powder the butterfly had scattered. His nose was running. He sniffled once with a “sniffle.”

It was then that he sensed someone’s presence.

“My word, how could such a thing happen.”

It was a man who appeared to be in his mid-thirties.

On his martial robe was drawn a clear black and white taiji symbol. He sighed with his hands clasped behind his back.

“I came because I had an ominous feeling, but how could such cruel and brutal acts occur in Wudang’s front yard? An entire village burned down overnight.”

Step, step.

The man who had walked slowly stopped in front of Wonyeong.

Though Wonyeong was larger in build than boys his age, looking up at the man who was nearly six and a half feet tall while sitting made him seem truly towering. The man lowered his head and looked down at Wonyeong’s pale yellow eyes.

“A Heaven Killing Star.”

Heaven Killing Star.

It was a story he had heard countless times.

However, young Wonyeong didn’t properly understand what it meant.

“Did you make this village like this?”

An angry question.

Under pressure that seemed like it would take his life at any moment, Wonyeong desperately shook his head. Above all, this village truly wasn’t his doing.

“Hmm. You say no?”

Seeing Wonyeong shake his head, one of the man’s eyebrows raised.

Grab.

He suddenly seized Wonyeong’s wrist. Pressing firmly on the pulse point, he looked straight at Wonyeong and said.

“It’s not a lie.”

Having said that, the man stood up and looked around the village for a moment. Then, discovering the blood symbol among the dismembered corpses, he strode toward the largest manor in the village.

Inside was the basement where Wonyeong had been imprisoned. After looking into the basement, the man returned to Wonyeong.

“Do you have parents?”

He shook his head.

“How long have you lived in this place?”

He tried to count the years on his fingers. But it was impossible. No one had ever told him about dates.

“From the, beginning.”

Hearing the boy’s cracked and hoarse voice, the man clicked his tongue.

“How pitiful.”

Though Wonyeong didn’t know it, the man was troubled in his own way.

His Daoist name was Myeongjin.

Having devoted his entire life to Wudang, he had always prided himself on his honest chivalrous heart and compassionate giving.

However, the child before his eyes was a Heaven Killing Star.

Though called a “star,” one might mistakenly think it refers to a heavenly star, but this was merely a metaphor.

Everyone is born with fate in their destiny palace. Some have weak fates and can carve out their lives through their own conduct, but the fates called Heaven Killing and Purple Forbidden were different.

Especially Heaven Killing.

No matter how upright and good one’s innate nature might be, it didn’t matter. A human with the Heaven Killing Star embedded in their destiny palace would inevitably have all directions of their life flow toward slaughter.

What was even more frightening was.

Those born with Heaven Killing invariably possessed talent that could be called a Heaven Martial Body.

Thus, no matter what environment they were born into, once they encountered martial arts, they would become terrifying demons and stain the martial world with blood.

‘However.’

The boy before him seemed to be just a little over ten years old.

He couldn’t kill a child, not an adult, for crimes not yet committed.

This would clearly contradict the chivalry he had pursued his entire life.

-If Myeongjin had known Wonyeong’s past at that time, he would never have let him live. However, Myeongjin at that time defined his fate as a pitiful soul who had been imprisoned and abused by Blood Sect members his entire life.

‘Wudang’s swordsmanship is gentle.’

Though not as much as Shaolin’s principle of not killing, Wudang’s Daoists generally avoided slaughter.

It was different from the Huashan Sect, which dealt with flashy yet cruel killing swords. Having heard legends of the Heaven Killing Star all his life, Myeongjin harbored hope that perhaps Wudang’s laws could reform this child.

“What is your name?”

“…Wonyeong.”

The man’s atmosphere changed.

Keenly sensing this fact, Wonyeong obediently lowered his head and answered.

“It’s Wonyeong .”

The character for fate and the character for welcoming.

To give such a terrible name to a Heaven Killing Star, Myeongjin shuddered at the Blood Sect’s wickedness. Though he didn’t know the reason they had raised this child, he could guess.

They were always a fanatic group trying to turn the martial world into a sea of blood.

“Wonyeong .”

The man looked up at the sky and said so.

The character for cloud and the character for shining.

Because today the widely scattered cotton-like clouds were embracing the sun and shining.

“Since it would be difficult to immediately abandon the name you’ve lived with your entire life, let’s change its meaning.”

The Heavenly Killing Star is said to possess the Heavenly Martial Body.

Mulling over the story that circulated like a legend, he extended his hand to Wonyeong.

“I am Myeongjin. Wonyeong, would you become my disciple?”

Wonyeong stretched out his small hand and grasped the man’s large hand.

That day, the boy became the Wudang Patriarch’s secret outer disciple.

Along with the new name Wonyeong .

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