The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 76

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76.

Thump, thump, thump, thump….

I could feel the violently beating pulse through my ear buried in her chest.

Though I’ve slept and lived with Dokgo Yeon for quite some time, this was the first time I’d heard her heartbeat from such close distance.

The vibration of her rough exhale, “Huu,” was transmitted through our touching skin.

I was overwhelmed by that quiet agitation- then writhed from the surging pain that followed.

“Heuak! Ak! Aaaak! It hurts! It hurts so much I could die! Do, Hyeon is dying! It hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts! Heueoeoeoeng!”

At my loud wailing, Dokgo Yeon, who had been holding me tightly, loosened her stiff embrace.

Though still tense, she seemed to be doing her best not to touch me.

“Mother?”

Dokgo Yeon’s heavy, sunken red eyes stared down at me intently.

She looked troubled. Or perhaps she was in a state where even thinking was difficult.

A familiar small sword emerged from her embrace.

“My sword!”

For a moment I tensed, thinking Dokgo Yeon had transformed into Jeonryunshinma again.

But instead of stabbing me with my sword, she fastened it to my waist. Her breathing was still slightly rough.

“Daughter.”

Her voice was somewhat hoarse.

“Can you move?”

“Pardon?”

“Answer the question.”

It was a question whose intent I couldn’t fathom.

No, actually I understood a little.

“…It’s pretty tough.”

“So you can run, then.”

After hesitating briefly, Dokgo Yeon soon unfastened her own sword and attached it to my waist as well.

“Eh! Wait a moment!”

Though I didn’t know its name, I knew this sword Dokgo Yeon used was an extraordinary treasure sword. A precious item not inferior to the small sword made of ten-thousand-year cold iron.

Especially since ordinary swords couldn’t fully contain the domineering internal energy of the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique, without this sword she’d become a 0.8 Heavenly Demon.

Currently, since she was competing for control with Jeonryunshinma, she’d be about a 0.5 Heavenly Demon.

Of course, just because the Heavenly Demon became 0.5 didn’t mean I could win. It would just make escaping much easier.

“….”

Finally, after dressing me in a blue robe and tightly wrapping bandages, Dokgo Yeon stepped back.

I instinctively realized that if not now, there would be no chance to escape. The only reason Jeonryunshinma hadn’t killed me until now was because she had somehow intervened.

“Was I unconscious for several days?”

“About ten days.”

“I see.”

Then she had truly bought me an enormous amount of time.

Really, it’s not particularly that I think of Dokgo Yeon as a mother, but.

I wiggled my fingers.

Dokgo Yeon’s love came in a slightly different form from the ocean-like maternal affection Ju Sohui poured out, but standing before it, one couldn’t help but feel it.

“Now go.”

Whoosh.

Having said that, Dokgo Yeon turned around without even looking at me.

I watched her back as she walked into the cave.

My back throbbed.

With each step, my right leg with torn tendons dangled loosely.

I limped slightly as I headed out of the cave. My initially slow steps gradually quickened, and soon internal energy began circulating through my entire body. Accepting natural qi through breathing, I deployed my movement technique.

Danhaebichu.

The supreme escape martial art taught so a daughter would surely survive when facing an unwinnable opponent.

As I began deploying my internal energy, my half-healed right leg screamed. I ignored it and ran looking only ahead.

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A Transcendent Demon possesses a domain spanning hundreds of zhang.

Thanks to this, Dokgo Yeon could sense Hyeon’s gradually distancing presence without looking back. She lifted her particularly heavy-feeling feet and went deep into the hideout.

It was fortunate that Jeonryunshinma liked cozy places. Having somehow sunk her consciousness to the bottom for now, going inside and sealing the door would buy quite a bit of time.

-Having thought that far, Dokgo Yeon recalled one more truly certain method.

Creak.

After sealing the Gikwanjinsik door with formation techniques, Dokgo Yeon brought a nearby stone and struck down on her right leg.

Crack!

Since it was a stone and not a sword, the area near her calf tore hideously. Naturally, both bone and muscle tissue would be severely damaged.

Her own body, handled after so long.

Feeling the throbbing pain in her head and leg, Dokgo Yeon thought.

‘Am I really this concerned about that child?’

At first, she had merely intended to take her beautiful appearance.

Next, she had coveted her talent.

Her genius that could be called beyond Heavenly Martial Constitution, absorbing a hundred when taught one.

She became convinced that this child could be given her position to rule Zhongyuan. Dokgo Yeon had always wanted revenge against the detestable orthodox faction families. Enough to be deeply moved by the Tianma Sect’s doctrine.

That was the only important thing in her life.

It certainly was.

“Aren’t you being silly? Mothers naturally love their daughters tremendously.”

Dokgo Yeon recalled her daughter’s confident eyes from moments ago.

When saying that sentence, Hyeon seemed to have not a shred of doubt that she loved her. Yet Dokgo Yeon had never once thought she ‘loved’ her daughter.

Above all, that child was wrong.

“You should never have been born.”

Mothers don’t naturally love their daughters. Love is never something natural.

If that were natural, she wouldn’t have massacred her entire family and joined the sect.

That couldn’t be.

Mothers are not beings who love their daughters….

“Wow, it’s Mom!”

Thud!

Dokgo Yeon struck her calf once more. She tried to repeat it again, but this time stopped mid-air.

Something other than herself began insidiously invading her brain. With nauseating discomfort and burning pain in her dantian, she ground her teeth hard.

‘Who would have thought that touching itself was the medium.’

Dealing with this powerful parasitic creature was far from easy.

Most terrible of all was that the moment Jeonryunshinma completely seized control, whenever her consciousness slept, she always dreamed nightmares of her childhood.

“Aren’t you ashamed to be alive?”

“Haha, will you tell the Patriarch? He won’t even care!”

“Just live as my toy forever. Then I’ll cherish you. Good, right?”

The disgustingly grinning faces of her older sisters and the contemptuous gazes of her siblings.

Her father who despised her.

Her mother’s hate-filled face.

Whenever those scenes she had long since destroyed and passed came to mind, her head always ached. -Indeed, she had to punish all those damned things called martial families.

Once she cleaned up those idiots drunk on wicked elitism, Zhongyuan would change for the much better.

She must dominate Zhongyuan. She must catch and kill that quick brat.

Because of this woman, she had been suppressed in the subconscious for a while. She didn’t know what was happening with the situation. She had to kill quickly. Where had the masterpiece created by her previous generation self gone?

“Damn! And why is my leg like this too?”

Jeonryunshinma clenched and unclenched her fist, then looked down at the throbbing pain and spat in irritation.

Though not completely severed, recovery would require more than a day. With veins bulging in her neck, she clicked her tongue and plopped down on the spot, crossing her arms.

‘Well, it’s fine.’

Whether it was a final act of resistance, the Heavenly Demon’s consciousness had disappeared.

Among all the bodies I’ve possessed in my lifetime, this is the most difficult fight. But even this is nearing its end.

As long as the hardships were, the power I’ll enjoy afterward will be tremendous. With this level of talent, I could aim for Saengsa-gyeong or even Ipcheon-gyeong within a hundred years.

“Kuk.”

But first, I need to do something about this mangled leg.

Groaning, Jeonryunshinma dragged his dangling right leg as he moved.

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