The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 68

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68.

The early days of becoming a disciple.

Instead of formally bringing Wonyeong into Wudang, Myeongjin established a base at a nearby manor and taught him there. He told the sect that he would be entering seclusion for a while, so they shouldn’t look for him for the next three years.

“Master! I’ve brought the water.”

“Good, set it down there.”

From teaching him directly, Wonyeong was an extremely diligent and good child.

Despite his initial shyness, he was so earnest in carrying out both the tasks assigned to him and his training. Moreover, the basic martial arts of Wudang that Myeongjin taught him as a test were mastered in just a few days, and he achieved great success within a month.

‘Truly a good child.’

Since his disciple had such upright character and excellence, it was enjoyable to teach him as a master. For Wonyeong too, the warm attention and encouragement from an adult approaching him for the first time in his life brought many realizations.

‘I don’t want to end this life.’

When he was in the Blood Sect, he was either immersed in the pleasure of slaughter every day, or had fallen into extreme depression, resigned and only waiting for death.

But now it was different.

Training martial arts, cooking warm meals to eat with his master, sleeping in a cozy bed.

It was luxury incomparable to the cold barley porridge and the sticky, hard basement floor. But better than anything else were Myeongjin’s eyes looking at him.

Myeongjin, who had been awkward with Wonyeong at first, had come to care for him greatly.

Above all, the master-disciple relationship in Gangho resembled the relationship between parent and child more than anything else.

As the Patriarch of Wudang, he had taught countless disciples, but taking a young boy as his direct disciple was a first for Myeongjin personally.

For him, who had never even married, the young boy’s vitality brought new wind to his life. Eventually, he came to think of Wonyeong like a son.

So exactly three years after Wonyeong became Myeongjin’s disciple.

Myeongjin returned to Wudang with Wonyeong and announced.

“This is the disciple I have taken in, so you should get along well with Wonyeong as fellow travelers on the same path.”

Wudang was instantly turned upside down.

Originally, in sects like Wudang, it was customary to start from third-generation disciples when first entering and gradually work your way up.

But cases where the Patriarch directly selected someone as a direct disciple were different. If he was the Patriarch’s direct disciple, that meant the generation just below. Overnight, the youngest first-generation disciple had been born.

Generational changes in Wudang were extremely rare, so there were quite a few who remained in the third generation even past twenty. By that point, they would realize their own limitations and voluntarily leave the sect, but anyway, while all the first-generation disciples of the same generation were past fifty, there was now a child who had just passed fifteen.

So did the established first-generation disciples envy and ostracize the newcomer Wonyeong?

Of course not.

“Haha, Wonyeong my boy. You need to eat a bit more. Aren’t you at the age when you should be growing?”

“Brother Wonyeong! Here, try some sweets I brought from the village down there.”

A cute boy among the uncles.

Even tall and handsome to boot.

If his personality had been nasty, that might have been different, but when given any task, Wonyeong would respond “Yes” and follow obediently, and even with his stiff expression, it was clear he was hoping for praise from his senior disciples.

Thanks to this, the uncles were completely won over.

The completely disarmed first-generation disciples all doted on their new youngest. If they had the personality to be jealous of and ostracize a kid more than thirty years younger than themselves, they would have been expelled before reaching the level of Wudang’s first-generation disciples.

Seventeen-year-old Wonyeong became happy.

Previously, he would immediately lose his reason at the sight of blood. But now, though not perfectly, he had become able to control his killing intent.

The killing intent of the Heavenly Killing Star and the benevolent qi characteristic of Daoist sects were incompatible.

As he gained understanding of the mental cultivation method along with the breathing technique, and then the enlightenment of Taiji Wisdom Sword, Wonyeong gradually learned what the life of an ordinary person was like.

“It would be good for you to have a Dao name too.”

Two years after becoming a first-generation disciple.

His sword qi burst outward.

With the agreement of his master Myeongjin and the elders, Wonyeong received the Dao name Cheonwoo and rose to the position of head disciple.

Being head disciple didn’t necessarily mean becoming the next Patriarch.

But since it was also a position representing the sect’s disciples, Cheonwoo held a simple ceremony with a heavy sense of mission.

And so another year passed.

The boy who had turned eighteen lived forgetting his own fate. Myeongjin, the only one who knew Cheonwoo’s identity, also believed his disciple had changed his own destiny.

After all, in the six years since he had taken him as a disciple, Cheonwoo had never once made a major mistake.

“I can rest easy now, Cheonwoo.”

Myeongjin, who had called for Cheonwoo, said.

“Since your enlightenment has reached the right track, it seems you’ve succeeded in suppressing your killing nature with Daoist qi. If you can just reach the Harmony realm like this, you’ll be able to overcome the trials of your youth without major trouble.”

At what stage are demon practitioners most easily shaken?

First is entering the demon path, second is reaching extreme demon state.

Because it’s easier to enter the demon path than to go from Peak to Transcendent Peak, and easier to enter extreme demon state than to gain enlightenment of Harmony.

But the moment one surpasses Hwa Gyeong, the positions of orthodox martial artists and demon practitioners are reversed.

This is due to the aftereffects of the power easily gained until then. For an extreme demon to become a transcended demon and completely escape the impulse for slaughter required far more enlightenment than for Hwa Gyeong to reach Hyeongyeong.

So he just needed to surpass Hwa Gyeong.

If he could just surpass Hwa Gyeong, he could truly transform the fate of Heavenly Killing without major incidents.

“Thank you, Master.”

Hearing Myeongjin’s words, Cheonwoo knelt on both knees and bowed deeply.

At first, Myeongjin didn’t know Cheonwoo’s past either, but after taking him as a disciple, how could he not have noticed?

He had committed unspeakable transgressions in his childhood.

‘I will live with a heart of lifelong atonement.’

So Cheonwoo turned away from the inner voice that sometimes surged within him.

Enduring, enduring, and enduring again.

He would never repeat the same thing again. Never the same thing—

“Cheonwoo! Go ahead! Go first! You’re the fastest, so tell the sect about this— Cough!”

“Senior Brother!”

—the same thing happened.

“As you must have experienced, just as the previous generation drove out the Sapa forces, the Blood Sect and Makyō must also someday be completely driven from this Zhongyuan.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Recently, the Alliance succeeded in killing Cheonryun Sinmago. Through her, information came in that Hyeolhon Chong is somewhere in Hunan. So I went to the Alliance and said that we Wudang would take on this task. Cheonwoo, can you do it?”

“Of course. I will do my best to search for Hyeolhon Chong and cut off its legacy so it cannot return to the Blood Sect.”

It started with a mission his master had entrusted to him four months ago.

The head disciple and first-generation disciples of the sect often served as action leaders when participating in Alliance-level affairs.

Since Wudang had been absent from the killing of Cheonryun Sinmago and situation assessment, which was somewhat concerning, Cheonwoo steeled his heart at Myeongjin’s command and departed for Hunan.

But wasn’t Hunan ordinarily vast?

The map that Cheonryun Sinmago was said to possess was lost when she was killed, and the map fragments obtained through inquiries were also scattered and inaccurate without precise information.

Several months passed while searching that vast Hunan. So just when they were getting tired, Cheonwoo and two of Wudang’s first-generation disciples set foot near Muryong Mountain.

And what followed was exactly as before.

The woman who called herself Hyeollu Majon instantly cut down the two senior brothers who had reached the late Transcendent Peak stage.

The reason Cheonwoo alone could escape wasn’t because he was strong.

It was because the two had sacrificed themselves for their junior brother Cheonwoo.

He suddenly recalled a story Myeongjin had told him in the very early days of becoming a disciple.

“One of the frightening aspects of the Heavenly Killing Star is not only that the person becomes a monster that brings about bloodshed, but also that it’s a fate where tragic slaughter never ceases around them.”

It was something the current Myeongjin, who had come to regard Cheonwoo like a son, would never say.

But Cheonwoo couldn’t help but think this while fleeing.

‘Is it because of me again this time?’

If it was because he didn’t kill people, and the fate of Heavenly Killing had twisted to target the people around him.

And if that blade would ultimately be directed at all of Wudang.

He ran, gasping for breath.

Running and running again.

Without even knowing the clear direction.

And then he met her.

“—Who might you be?”

“I am Cheonwoo, head disciple of Wudang. Might I ask the names of you two young ladies?”

The small girl in the flames who had made him fall in love that day.

…It was truly unexpected that she was from the Peng Family rather than Makyō.

Well. In any case.

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