The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 84

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84.

Dori’s ignorance didn’t last long.

“Gasp!”

“Whoa!”

“How could she be in such a humble place!”

Suoguan.

As soon as they left the Nanling Mountain Range that divided the central and southern regions following Hunan and entered the northernmost small city of Guangdong, she became a superstar.

“Ooh… I’ve only heard rumors.”

“My goodness, wasn’t she said to be over sixty years old? The Five Greatest Masters of the World are truly different.”

“Did she come to see the Patriarch?”

Just as Dangsoso had quickly covered herself with a veil to hide her identity when entering Sichuan, only to be discovered soon after.

Guangdong is a region where the Haenam Sect’s influence is even stronger than in Guangxi.

This Suoguan, which sees Haenam Sect disciples heading to Hunan through Nanling every day at the closest distance, has a thriving lodging industry relative to its city size.

Thanks to this, rumors spread faster and more swiftly than even in the ambiguous outskirts of Guangdong. These people were experts at recognizing the ranks and positions of Haenam Sect disciples just by looking at the colors and patterns of their robes, so they immediately recognized the high-quality, fine-textured blue robe despite its disheveled state.

Moreover, with that face from Hualongjing Peak.

Although she had traveled on Imhaewo’s back, a sickly-looking peerless beauty was every Chūan person’s ideal type.

Even considering the entire Great Ming Empire, Ju Sohui was already very popular.

However, while people in Beijing and Hebei admired her but treated her as a difficult superior, a member of the imperial family.

“Is that a human face?”

“My goodness! What a sight!”

“Hey! It’s not just a sight, she’s the greatest beauty of all time!”

“What a sight indeed!”

“Is that the right way to abbreviate it?”

“Well, what does it matter how we abbreviate it? Stop chattering and look at her face more.”

“You’re right. Wow, to think I’d live to experience such glory.”

Ju Sohui of Haenam was an idol.

Though not a person with direct executive power over Haenam, she was a highly symbolic figure as a princess from the Haenam Sect, which represented the identity of the southern people.

The atmosphere was completely different from the north, where governors would come running in a panic and prostrate themselves.

If the worship in the north was fear toward the Imperial Court, the worship here was fervent goodwill and admiration for an idol.

“I think I’d have no regrets if I could just have a conversation with her once.”

“Come now. Are you the only one who feels that way?”

“My word, how can she be so beautiful…”

That’s why it was even more intense.

By the time Imhaewo carried Dori to the front of the medical clinic operated by the Haenam Sect in Suoguan, the surroundings were bustling with hundreds of people who had come to see Dori.

It was truly a frenzied fandom.

Then someone noticed Dori’s leg condition and raised a question.

“But why is she being carried?”

“It looks like she’s injured?”

“She must have fought those wicked Bloodstained Sect bastards! You know, didn’t the Sword Master recently kill that Cheonryun Sinmago or whatever!”

Someone in the crowd had inadvertently come close to the truth.

Though it wasn’t Cheonryun Sinmago, since she had fought Hyeollu Majon and fled from the main body of Jeonryunshinma, it was about eighty percent the golden answer.

“Aha!”

“Amazing! Wow!”

“Sword Master! Sword Master! Sword Master! Sword Master!”

“Wheeew!”

The cheers and whistles of the crowd chanting for the Sword Master.

In an instant, even more people gathered.

Since Suoguan had a large population relative to its city size, the entire street was surrounded by crowds unable to move forward or backward.

“Ah, no! Wait a moment!”

Imhaewo, who knew Dori was famous but hadn’t expected to be trapped by crowds like this, shouted loudly.

“The Sword Master was injured in battle with the Bloodstained Sect, so she needs to get to the medical clinic! Everyone please clear the way!”

“She fought the Bloodstained Sect.”

“Injured!”

“Let’s move back little by little!”

“We mustn’t interfere with the Sword Master!”

The civic consciousness of Suoguan’s citizens was overwhelmingly higher than the average of Chūan’s common people.

This was because Suoguan’s residents generally had family members from the Haenam Sect or were well-educated people who made their living dealing with them. Moreover, their respect for Haenam Sect disciples was considerable, so when the man in black robes, clearly a second-generation disciple, shouted, everyone slowly moved backward.

Thanks to this, a path was created.

“Phew. That’s a relief.”

Imhaewo, who had weaved through the Suoguan citizens, finally managed to enter the medical clinic among the still-watching onlookers.

[Namhae Medical Clinic]

The building, reached by going straight down from Suoguan’s north gate and passing through the alley where herb shops were located, had a quite impressive signboard hanging on it.

This was calligraphy written directly by Gong Haelyeong herself in the past.

Objectively, the characters weren’t particularly bold, but the Chinese characters written in a flowing, water-like manner held considerable prestige in the southern regions. This was because it was Gong Haelyeong’s characteristic signature.

“Hey, Ha Sam!”

Having entered the private property and closed the gate, he spoke to the servant who had been sweeping the courtyard.

“Yes! …Gasp! Could it be!”

“The rumors heard beyond the gate are true, so go bring Doctor Heo.”

“Yes, yes! Understood!”

The servant, who had been staring at Dori in a daze for a moment, hurriedly ran to the inner courtyard.

Incidentally, his name Ha Sam meant “the youngest born in summer” (however, he had two more younger siblings below him. This was due to his parents’ failed family planning. This was a common occurrence in Chūan, where there was no concept of contraception), and Imhaewo was acquainted with him as he had worked his entire life as a gatekeeper and servant.

After all, Haenam Sect disciples who frequently traveled through Nanling often suffered minor injuries for various reasons.

“Oh my!”

Fortunately, Heo Mun-taek, the director of Namhae Medical Clinic, was present.

Though he didn’t say it, he too had heard the rumors and was secretly considering whether to go see the greatest beauty in the martial world. He had seen many Haenam Sect disciples and even received a signboard from Gong Haelyeong, but he was now forty years old.

His serious start as a doctor over ten years ago coincided exactly with Ju Sohui’s marriage. Because of this, despite being a quite renowned physician as a Haenam Sect medical officer, Heo Mun-taek had never seen the Sword Master in person.

‘My goodness.’

That was the reason.

The reason even Heo Mun-taek failed to recognize Dori’s identity.

“I’ll examine your injury. May I check your leg for a moment?”

“Please do.”

Actually, even someone who had seen Ju Sohui before would find it extremely difficult to distinguish between the current Dori and Ju Sohui.

First of all, Dori resembled Ju Sohui to the level of being born from her cell division.

If Ju Sohui weren’t a martial artist and had aged normally, it wouldn’t have been difficult to distinguish them, but her known physical age was in her twenties.

There wasn’t much difference from seventeen-year-old Dori.

Standing side by side, Ju Sohui would only look subtly more mature.

The only differences were things like speech patterns and atmosphere, which were difficult for anyone but close acquaintances to notice.

“Um, by the way.”

That was why.

“What is it?”

“I’m not the Sword Master. Everyone seems to be mistaken about something.”

“Ah.”

Hearing Dori’s natural correction, Heo Mun-taek thought.

‘So that’s her setting.’

Though she had indeed been injured after a valiant battle with the Bloodstained Sect (correct), someone of the Five Greatest Masters’ level might be embarrassed to show her wounds in public. (This wasn’t correct.)

“The Sword Master is actually my mother.”

Chūan was vast.

Thanks to this, the south still didn’t know much about the news that the princess of the Peng Family of Hebei had returned. They knew the sad news from a few years ago that the Sword Master had lost her daughter, though.

“I, I see.”

Heo Mun-taek misunderstood.

pretending to be the Sword Master’s dead daughter.

‘What a tragic story this is.’

Ju Sohui’s tragedy had been passed down to the Southern Region as simple facts, stripped of their heartbreaking nature.

However, due to the Southern Region’s characteristic obsession with the Sword Master, epic tales and folklore vastly different from reality had taken hold regarding her, who hadn’t visited for over ten years.

Now they loved not Ju Sohui, but a completely new fictional character. Heo Mun-taek tried to act nonchalant as he examined Ju Sohui’s (not) injuries.

“It’s swelling caused by a ruptured ligament that was left untreated for too long.”

“How is her condition?”

“Since you took samchil, first aid has been administered, and with your excellent recovery ability, the swelling will subside faster if you receive acupuncture regularly.”

Heo Mun-taek, who had been exchanging questions and answers with Dori, was moved inside.

‘She even speaks respectfully to me.’

This was Ju Sohui, who despite abandoning her royal status, received abundant love from Gong Haelyeong, the Southern Region’s hegemon.

For such a distinguished person, even one of the Cheonha Ojeol, to speak politely to a mere doctor—what an outstanding character she must be!

‘I should pretend not to know.’

Heo Mun-taek decided to go along with Ju Sohui’s disguise as a daughter (not).

He would absolutely not mention it.

From today on, this person would be a young princess. (Correct.)

“When will I be able to walk?”

“Seven days should be enough.”

Heo Mun-taek answered with a rather tight schedule.

‘I’m confident in my acupuncture skills at least.’

Even for an ordinary martial artist, this level of swelling would take more than two weeks to heal, but he wanted to relieve Ju Sohui’s (not) pain as quickly as possible.

Seven days.

He would finish it in exactly seven days.

And three days later.

“Wow, you’re incredibly skilled! You really are a renowned doctor!”

“…Huh?”

Dori, completely healed, ran a lap around the spacious courtyard of Namhae Medical Clinic.

Heo Mun-taek’s mouth fell wide open.

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