The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 78

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78.

Imhaewo.

A young second disciple of the Haenam Sect, he usually held a management position overseeing the sect’s Guangdong branch and trading company.

While the Haenam Sect’s main base was originally located on the island below, the sect’s influence spread very widely across Guangdong and Guangxi in southern Zhongyuan.

There were two practical reasons for this.

Unlike the heart of Zhongyuan where massive sects like Shaolin, Wudang, Huashan, Zhongnan, and Emei crowded together to divide up the territory, the south had no decent sects other than the Haenam Sect.

In this situation, the Haenam Sect was a massive sect that had accumulated wealth by leveraging its greatest advantage of being adjacent to the sea. Moreover, their patriarch Gong Haeryeong had even made it onto the list of the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World.

So naturally, any young person born in southern Zhongyuan was eager to learn the Haenam Sect’s martial arts.

Just absorbing all the talent from the Guangdong and Guangxi regions alone resulted in tremendous numbers. Naturally, the island of Haenan became insufficient, so they formed branch offices in the two closest regions as well. In Western terms, you could call it franchising the business.

Due to the nature of a sect that actively engaged in maritime trade to accumulate wealth, the atmosphere was much freer than in the northern regions that were under strong imperial control.

Naturally, unlike the northern sects that valued martial prowess and integrity, righteousness and chivalry above all else, quite a high proportion of young Haenam Sect disciples ended up going into commerce or professional occupations.

In other words, the Haenam Sect was one massive economic conglomerate, much larger than traditional major sects.

So it was only natural for Imhaewo, who belonged to middle management, to come and go through the Nanling that divided southern and northern Zhongyuan as if it were his own home.

While Zhongyuan’s mountain terrain was treacherous, the Nanling was not bad for a martial artist to travel alone, unlike the Jinling or Pachok that surrounded Sichuan.

As a result.

Imhaewo, who had been briefly dispatched to Hunan, was on his way back to Guangdong via the Nanling. Having also gathered a few medicinal herbs he’d been asked to collect along the way, he walked along the ravine direction with his luggage on his back.

‘I’ll arrive within three days.’

The closest small city that appeared after exiting the Nanling was Goji.

Though it had been quite a forced march all the way south from Hunan, he preferred to travel quickly and then rest rather than take it easy. After all, being away from home was always a struggle.

‘Should I stop here for a while?’

Still, it was physically impossible to keep moving without any sleep at all.

Having walked all day, he set up camp in front of a suitable ravine.

He planned to spend tonight here and set off again as soon as the sun rose.

Gurgle gurgle. Bubble bubble.

After filling his canteen with water, he hung a pot and boiled it.

Unlike Dori who would gulp down any water indiscriminately, people from Zhongyuan originally had the habit of boiling water before drinking it.

This was a natural strategy for survival – carelessly drinking unboiled water would likely cause stomach problems or death. They didn’t understand principles like E. coli, but they had centuries of ancestral wisdom.

“Slurp.”

Imhaewo added a pinch of tea leaves he’d brought and closed his eyes as he sipped the tea.

The warm liquid entering his weary body felt life-giving. With drowsiness setting in, he began to nod off.

“Sigh.”

When he woke up again, it was the dead of night.

The fire he’d lit earlier had long since died out, leaving only smoke. No wonder it felt a bit chilly.

While the subtropical climate of the Nanling felt quite warm to people from northern Zhongyuan, it was rather cool for Imhaewo, who was from the Haenam Sect. As he wrapped himself in an emergency blanket and was about to touch his flint to light another fire.

“…Hm?”

Rustle.

Rustle rustle rustle rustle rustle rustle.

It was a strange sound like something pushing through grass and stepping on dirt.

No, not just stepping. Unless it was a master moving silently, human footsteps couldn’t sound like that.

This was more like.

Like something pushing through with flesh rather than feet. What on earth could this be.

Feeling somehow chilled, Imhaewo thought ‘surely not’ as he rose unsteadily.

That’s when it happened.

‘G-ghost lights?’

Two bluish lights glowing in the distance were flying very low as they approached!

His hand gripping the sword stiffened. Imhaewo froze his entire body and held his breath, then soon realized what those ghost lights really were.

It was a person.

A person walking upside down, doing a handstand while grinning as they approached.

But something like that couldn’t possibly be human. Seeing the long hair flowing down, Imhaewo instinctively screamed.

“Hyaaaah!”

It’s a v-v-v-v-virgin ghost!

The ghost was even running toward him at a terrifying speed while smiling!

Terrified, Imhaewo drew his sword with trembling hands. Not having the courage to look any longer, he squeezed his eyes shut.

“G-g-g-ghost, begone!”

Immediately after.

One of the virgin ghost’s legs swayed, then a dull impact struck his head.

“Gack.”

Imhaewo, who had just shed the shell of first-rate status, was helplessly knocked unconscious by the attack of the transcendent virgin ghost. Seeing Imhaewo stagger and collapse, the ghost – that is, Dori – hesitated.

Whirl.

‘What the hell was that really.’

Dori, who had returned from a handstand position to sitting, fell into thought.

She had hit him because she was annoyed, but.

Cooling her head and thinking about it carefully, seeing a woman crawling upside down in the mountains at midnight would certainly be mistaken for a ghost.

“Hmm.”

Dori wondered if this guy might be from an evil sect or the Blood Sect, so she searched through his clothes. Then she flinched.

‘Waves?’

There was a wave pattern drawn under the black robe he was wearing.

Somehow the craftsmanship looked very familiar.

Swoosh.

Dori checked the blue robe she was wearing.

And once again checked the unconscious man’s robe.

“Uh…”

Comparing them back and forth made it certain.

While the one Dori wore was clearly more ornate, she could feel they were made with the same technique. It felt like the training uniforms she’d seen at Huashan or Zhongnan.

“…”

So this was really far south?

The forest was so dense that it was difficult to determine latitude by looking at the constellations.

So she had thought the priority was to exit the mountain range in any direction first, but seeing the Haenam Sect (presumed) uniform, she figured this was probably around Guangdong or Guangxi.

She was actually at that threshold, so it wasn’t a wrong guess.

‘Is this good?’

Actually, Dori wanted to go to familiar Hubei or Henan.

While Ju Sohui was probably in Beijing now, that area had both the Wulin Alliance headquarters and many connections she could ask for help.

But southern Zhongyuan.

This area was completely uncharted territory for Dori. But instead, it had a big advantage too.

When Jeonryunshinma, who had taken over Dokgo Yeon’s body, chased her south, the probability of getting her throat cleanly sliced was reduced.

This was definitely better.

Anyway, Dori didn’t want Dokgo Yeon to die. Having her body stolen by Jeonryunshinma was the same.

‘Good.’

Poke poke.

Dori, who had completely sat down, poked Imhaewo’s head with her index finger.

There was no sign of him waking up.

Still, there was a ravine nearby, and searching through his belongings, there seemed to be dried food too.

She just had to wait until he woke up, right?

Lost in carefree thoughts, Dori dozed off in that position.

Her legs were still swollen to about four times their normal size.

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