The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 86

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86.

“Ah, yes. How did you know?”

“Your clothing isn’t our style. Are you from the north?”

“That’s right.”

“Then go check out the Namhae Inn over there! If you’ve come all the way to Guangdong for sightseeing, you should see the lion dance at least once more – it’s a New Year specialty.”

I had tensed up thinking he was a troublemaker, but he was just a nosy, good-hearted man.

I thanked him and headed to the Namhae Inn he had pointed out.

‘The calligraphy on the signboard is exactly the same as the Namhae Clinic.’

It was probably written by the same person.

Seeing that they have the same name, maybe it’s a chain store?

“Hiya! Look at that!”

“The dancers are really enthusiastic.”

In front of the considerably large Namhae Inn, there were plenty of outdoor tables.

People who couldn’t sit at tables had plopped down on the ground with drinks in hand, while children sat in the front row with sparkling eyes or chatted with their friends. Before them, giant lions with golden fur and red manes were moving boisterously to the rhythm of drums, gongs, and cymbals.

Following the beat, their eyes blinked, mouths opened and closed with clicking sounds, ears perked up. Red and yellow manes swayed back and forth.

The ever-changing lions hopped around, then leaped very high, rolled, and bowed toward the audience on all sides as they continued their long procession. Behind them, hazy red lanterns twinkled.

It was like a scene from an old Hong Kong movie.

This was the first time since my possession that I was properly celebrating New Year in the Central Plains, where entertainment and attractions were extremely scarce.

I had spent my first New Year shivering somewhere in an unnamed mountain range in the north.

‘I’d like some alcohol too… oh right, I have no money.’

Being penniless, instead of ordering drinks, I sat among the freely gathered audience.

As I blankly watched the lions’ dance moves, some women sitting nearby spoke to me.

“Looks like you came alone? Aren’t you drinking?”

“I don’t have money. But watching is free.”

“You can’t go without alcohol during New Year! Here, here! I’ll give you a cup of my drink, so let’s share.”

“Wow! Thank you!”

The local hospitality was amazing.

I chatted about this and that among the talkative women while sipping alcohol. I even ate some snacks.

After about an hour of this.

The lions’ colorful procession left the Namhae Inn and moved along the main road.

Along the pre-controlled roadside, common people who had come late to see the lion dance were lined up. It looked like a nighttime parade at Disney Land.

Feeling pleasantly relaxed, I climbed up onto the inn’s roof.

The procession of lions viewed from the five-story inn had a different charm. Having expelled the slight intoxication from the few sips I’d drunk, I leaned against the golden lion decoration on the roof (presumably gold-plated).

That’s when it happened.

“I heard Sohui had returned, so I thought she might have come to see this master for New Year, but instead she left a child who looks exactly like her here.”

At the sudden voice from behind me, I quickly turned around.

Then, from where there had been no presence at all, appeared a beautiful woman who looked to be in her mid-to-late thirties.

‘Blue hair?’

It was long hair of a dark blue color that could never be seen in the Central Plains.

And irises that were much more saturated than her hair, appearing completely azure. Below them, two dots marked vertically like tears were striking.

I looked up at the beauty with her somewhat cool impression.

“Who are you?”

“I am your mother’s master.”

For a moment I thought it was an insult.

“Ah, you’re my mother’s master.”

With my brain briefly buffering, I parroted the woman’s words like a new employee at an interview.

And soon I realized.

“Ah! Gong Haelyeong!”

Then, thwack!

“Ack!”

“How old do you think I am that you’re calling out my name so boldly?”

“Oh. That is correct though.”

Having heard nothing but news related to Gong Haelyeong since coming here, her three-syllable name popped out like she was a celebrity.

I immediately bowed my head.

“I’m sorry for being cheeky.”

“Good.”

Fortunately, Gong Haelyeong immediately forgave my minor rudeness.

Actually, the force with which she had flicked my forehead wasn’t very painful, so there was no need to rub it. But I instinctively rubbed my slightly reddened forehead.

“…”

Then Gong Haelyeong looked at me with somewhat concerned eyes.

Swish.

When I turned my head toward her, she averted her gaze as if nothing happened.

I immediately understood.

‘Shy, embarrassed grandma.’

They say the greatest love is the love that flows downward.

Judging from Ju Sohui’s attitude and the surrounding circumstances, Gong Haelyeong seemed to cherish her direct disciple very much.

Then she’ll like me too!

‘Huh?’

Wait.

If Gong Haelyeong, one of the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World, helps me, wouldn’t I reach Henan quickly?

No, even just getting out of Hunan and reaching Wudang Mountain would be success. I glanced around cautiously, then made the cute expression that works best on mothers.

“But grandma!”

“…Grandma?”

“Yes! My mother said she thinks of her master, the Patriarch of Haenam Sect, as her second mother. Then wouldn’t you be my grandmother?”

“What in the world.”

Gong Haelyeong, having received the deadly granddaughter aegyo upon first meeting, looked somewhat stunned.

It seemed Ju Sohui wasn’t the type of disciple to act cute. Well, considering her journey to the martial world after losing her siblings to imperial court intrigue and leaving behind her parents and elder brother, she probably had a rather serious style.

I cautiously watched her reaction while looking at Gong Haelyeong with pitiful eyes.

“Then, Patriarch? Elder? High Person? Great Hero Gong?”

“Wait.”

Hearing my list of titles, Gong Haelyeong opened her mouth then closed it.

And then.

“Titles and such aren’t important. You can decide that yourself.”

“Ah! Yes! Granny!”

“…”

Gong Haelyeong looked into the distance for a moment.

Somehow it was a similar reaction to Dokgo Yeon’s before she was devoured by Jeonryunshinma.

Of course, unlike her, this one probably won’t say she’ll stuff me alive.

Huh?

Then is this one the superior version?

The superior version of mom is grandma after all? (No, it’s not.)

“How did you come down to the south? Did Sohui send you?”

“Ah, no. That’s not it. While fighting Hyeollu Majon, my back and right leg were ruptured, and while fleeing from the pursuing Jeonryunshinma to Danhaebichu, I reached the Nanling Mountain Range where I met Im Sohyeop, the second disciple of Haenam Sect, who guided me to the clinic in Suoguan!”

“What did you say.”

At my rapid-fire confession of my journey, Gong Haelyeong asked again.

“Hyeollu Majon? Jeonryunshinma? You’re saying you encountered those bastards and survived?”

“It just happened that way. There was also a Gangsi at the late stage of transcendent level and Cheonwu Sohyeop, a senior disciple of Wudang at the early stage of transcendent level—”

“Wait. Transcendent level?”

Mid-sentence, my wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Gong Haelyeong’s eyes widened after checking my energy.

“How old are you?”

“I haven’t had my birthday yet, so I’m seventeen!”

“Seven… teen? Seventeen and at the late stage of Chojejung?”

Gong Haelyeong stared at me with eyes that seemed to find it utterly unbelievable.

“Now I understand. This is why everyone mistook you for Sohui.”

“I do resemble her quite a lot, don’t I?”

“Yes. Sohui was about your age when she first met me.”

Ju Sohui came out into the martial world in her teens, carrying the imperial secret manual Northern Enlightenment Skill in her arms.

After that, it would have taken years to travel south from Beijing all the way to Haenam, so as Gong Haelyeong said, she probably became an outer disciple of the Haenam Sect around her late teens, just before turning twenty.

Gong Haelyeong had an expression as if she was reminiscing somewhat. Lost in regret, she spoke to me.

“Follow me for a moment.”

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