The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 80

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80.

‘Lady Dang, where are you?’

Rewinding time a little, to when Dori was receiving unintentionally devoted care from Cheonryun Sinmago.

Cheonwoo, who witnessed Dangsoso’s suicide leap, couldn’t bring himself to follow her. However, he also couldn’t abandon Dangsoso, who had jumped recklessly, and return to Wudang.

Instead, he walked along the waterway of the Three Gorges as much as possible, searching for areas where the cliff height was lower. Even at its lowest, it was still nearly a hundred zhang high and dizzying, but there were rare sections with gentle slopes or areas covered with trees.

If there were footholds, climbing down the cliff was something ‘doable.’ Especially for a martial artist who had reached the early stage of Chojejung.

“Phew.”

Exhaling, Cheonwoo descended the cliff at a suitable spot he had reached after walking for a long time.

Even though it was relatively gentle terrain, it was only relatively so.

Being near the gorge, it was extremely slippery and treacherous terrain. Cheonwoo grabbed onto trees and struggled to keep his feet from slipping, barely managing to land right below the steep cliff that was over a hundred zhang high.

“Ugh.”

Splash.

Though it was winter and the water depth and level should have decreased in various ways, every step he took got him wet from the rushing river water.

Even this area had many sections with no dry land below at all.

The area where Dori and Hyeollu Majon had fallen, and where Dangsoso had jumped, was exactly such a place. It was somewhat disheartening.

However, he couldn’t give up.

‘I’ve walked quite far downstream, so with Lady Dang’s level of skill, there’s a possibility she escaped from the current on her own somewhere along the way.’

The same went for Dori’s side.

No, rationally considering it, her chances of survival were almost nonexistent.

Cheonwoo’s hands grew cold. Whether it was due to the winter cold of Hunan, or because they were soaked with mud, water, and blood, and fatigue.

Or perhaps it was the despair of his empty heart.

‘Lady Peng…’

How much had he longed for a reunion with her over the past ten years?

Even though his mind recognized that the possibility of meeting was slim, couldn’t he still dream?

For him, who had a past different from others, she was his only sweet memory like a first love, the same as others. (Cheonwoo was a man who had lost considerable objectivity.)

But for his reunion with her to end so terribly in such a worst-case situation.

What made his steps heaviest was the reality that once again, he alone had survived before the deaths of three, no, four people.

No tears came.

Cheonwoo tightly gripped the front of his torn and tattered robe, where dark red blood had hardened and was gradually crumbling.

His heart was beating unpleasantly fast.

He tried to shed tears.

He blinked his eyes.

They wouldn’t come.

The evidence of sorrow, frustration, and mourning that any human being should shed.

Cheonwoo couldn’t do such things.

His pulse and body temperature rose together. His fingertips were cold, but his whole body was hot. Perhaps because of this, only cold sweat dripped from his upper body.

At some point, he couldn’t breathe properly. Abusive words kept circling in Cheonwoo’s head.

“You vulgar beast-like thing!”

“You’re not even human! If you were human, you wouldn’t act like this!”

“Really a cursed star? Kid, do you want to know what a cursed star is?”

“It’s alright. I’ll help you defy your fate.”

“Brother Cheonwoo! Run away!”

“In the end, no matter what you do, you’ll become unhappy! Death and screams will always follow around you!”

“No, that’s not it. I’m really not that kind of person-“

Cheonwoo’s breath stopped as he held his head with both hands and muttered.

No matter how much he denied it, he himself knew it best.

The sweet sensation of slaughter.

The instinctive movements that emerged when wanting to kill an opponent. Another personality within that.

Once again, people around him had been killed.

His respected senior brother.

An innocent woman from the Peng Family.

And even the girl who followed her.

All had died because of him.

Even though he had reached Chojejung, his fate had not been reformed. Like his first name that meant meeting fate, slaughter would forever cling to his footsteps and drag him down to hell.

‘…No!’

Flash.

Cheonwoo’s head, which had been sitting in the mud for a long time, suddenly shot up.

His beast-like eyes glowing yellow blazed.

Grind.

His neat teeth ground together. Clenching his teeth, he raised his swaying body.

‘I must never, ever become that kind of person.’

A child who sits down and whimpers that fate cannot be defied.

Cheonwoo could no longer be such a child. Touching the still towering rock wall, he increased his pace slightly and headed downstream.

He had moved a considerable distance from Dangsoso’s jumping location, but the current was extremely fast.

If Dangsoso was still maintaining her form, there was a high probability she had been swept all the way to the downstream area where she would leave the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and reach the wider, slower-flowing lower reaches.

Cheonwoo tried to think as rationally as possible.

‘Lady Dang is a Hyeolgangsi. Even if her limbs are broken and her skull flies off, she can recover.’

Moreover, Dangsoso and her master were connected through thought circuits.

In other words, if he could just find Dangsoso, he could also confirm Dori’s life and death and location. Cheonwoo kept this fact in mind as he walked day and night, examining the gorge very carefully lest he miss any trace of Dangsoso or Dori.

Several days later.

He had moved east until reaching the border between Hunan and Hubei, but he hadn’t found even a single trace.

It was the point where the completely widened gorge of Muryong Mountain merged with the Yangtze River.

Looking at the river so massive that a ship could pass through, Cheonwoo once again fell into familiar despair.

Chūan was vast.

Too much so.

Excessively so.

Very much so.

Once, that vastness had been a source of pride, but sometimes it approached him most terribly and viciously. Cheonwoo sat down blankly, alternately looking at the waterway he had followed and the Yangtze River. Strength drained from his legs.

Around the same time.

Much further downstream from where Cheonwoo was.

At the large Donghu located east of Wuhan city in Hubei Province.

“…”

Dangsoso was drifting downstream with only her consciousness intact.

If she had been alive, her body would have already been shattered or she would have drowned in such currents.

Her body, which had been violently swept along from the swirling fierce gorge, was naturally not intact.

First, her right arm.

This had been torn off by rocks and the flow of currents during her suicide leap.

The durability of a Gangsi disconnected from its master becomes weaker than usual. Moreover, since she wasn’t wearing protective inner energy either, it was bound to be ripped off.

Next, her left foot.

An entire foot had disappeared.

She didn’t know where it had gone. Probably it could never be found.

Other than that, she was surprisingly intact.

Just bent in slightly bizarre directions, or dislocated, or with bones completely shattered to pieces.

Dangsoso felt no pain at all. Gangsi were originally like that.

Yet Dangsoso felt sharp pain in the empty space where her heart should have been.

She was feeling that pain vividly with her consciousness intact, every moment as she drifted downstream.

She thought of her clothes that had been swept away along with her arm long ago. What remained was at most her white undergarments.

Why couldn’t she die?

When she was with Cheonryun Sinmago, her consciousness had been cut off several times.

But for some reason, even in this state, her thoughts wouldn’t stop. Probably because her head was intact.

If only her head had been shattered instead…

Splash.

At some point, Dangsoso’s body, lost in thought, reached the bay of Donghu. It was terrain where fine sandbars had accumulated.

At first, the water was shallow.

But before long, the current of Donghu pushed Dangsoso toward the shore.

By then, Dangsoso had no choice but to move. She used her relatively intact left arm to prop herself up. Dense reeds brushed sharply across her face as they passed.

A large rock came into view as Dangsoso raised her upper body.

She felt an intense urge to smash her own head against that rock. However, her movements were slow due to her grotesquely twisted right leg and missing left foot.

As Dangsoso slowly crawled toward the rock, a familiar voice fell from above her head.

“…Hyeolgangsi?”

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