The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 93

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93.

“Don’t copy it?”

I made a troubled expression upon hearing Gong Haelyeong’s command.

“But the sword paths of swordplay are predetermined, aren’t they? If I swing it however I want, it just becomes different swordsmanship, right?”

“Earlier you said you used rough practical swordsmanship because you were from a wandering warrior background?”

“Th-that and this are different!”

Certainly, various sword paths are built into the character called ‘Pengdori’.

For instance, the Cheonma Sinryeo Geombeop.

Things like Gyeokgongjang, Samjae Swordplay, and various miscellaneous skills with unknown names that don’t even count as martial art slots.

“Can’t you do it?”

My words got stuck upon hearing Gong Haelyeong’s question.

‘Is she talking about an application like changing Cheonma Swordplay to Cheonma Sinryeo Geombeop?’

But how should I put it.

That and this are too different.

Let me clarify first – Cheonma Sinryeo Geombeop was created by extracting Cheonma Swordplay and Lightning Demon Arts respectively, then pressing the ‘craft (random probability, existing skill breaks upon failure)’ button in-game to synthesize them.

It means it wasn’t something I arbitrarily created alone, but a swordplay already inputted into my body.

‘Movement techniques… I have tried making them before.’

An original technique that applied Cheonma Gunrimbo is an example of that.

A technique that hid the intimidation and demonic energy that should naturally follow from Cheonma Gunrimbo and reproduced only the footwork.

However, calling that a ‘modification’ felt quite ambiguous.

I merely hid the demonic energy; the basic movements were identical to the ingrained skill.

‘Am I learning swordsmanship then? Or am I just acquiring skills like in a game?’

With sword in hand, I fell into contemplation.

Since becoming Pengdori, I haven’t just been swinging a sword mindlessly.

I clearly understood the movement of internal energy, gained enlightenment, and even created sword techniques myself, didn’t I?

So I shouted.

“I’ll try it!”

Well, there’s nothing to lose by trying, right?

With that, I took another step forward.

Taking a preparatory stance for quick draw, I unsheathed my sword while simultaneously deploying the first chapter of Wolhae Swordplay.

‘…Huh?’

Having reached the third chapter, Pasimryeongang, I inwardly put up a question mark.

‘Nothing’s changed?’

More than anything, I don’t know what or how I should move.

Maybe it’s because this isn’t real combat.

Swordplay performed in a training ground has a strong textbook aspect that’s faithful to basics, unlike life-or-death battles.

“Stop, stop!”

Gong Haelyeong stopped me with a slightly loud voice. Once again cut off at the sixth chapter, I spun once in the air and walked briskly toward Gong Haelyeong.

“It’s exactly the same as before.”

“W-well, it’s the same swordplay as before, so…”

Gong Haelyeong looked down at me intently again.

Being stared at by a tall, sharp-featured beauty makes me a bit embarrassed. (I’m definitely not intimidated) I twisted my body slightly while making excuses.

“I-I heard it’s good to stick to orthodox methods in swordplay. If you add various tricks carelessly, you become no different from those Sapa scoundrels.”

“That’s not wrong, but.”

“Right?!”

“That only applies to martial artists at the peak level or so.”

“?”

Another question mark.

As I blinked with a face that understood nothing, Gong Haelyeong kindly explained with a sigh.

“If you have enough skill to create sword techniques yourself, modifications that deviate from orthodoxy and utilize your own strengths often occur. The Wolhae Swordplay that Sohui taught is also a new ‘orthodoxy’ with that child’s own interpretation.”

“Eh.”

Can there be more than one orthodoxy?

“Doesn’t it stop being orthodox the moment it’s modified?”

“Well, generally speaking, yes.”

Gong Haelyeong loosened her crossed arms and approached me.

“But that child has already surpassed my level as the creator, hasn’t she? Then she’s more than qualified to create new orthodoxy.”

“Ah.”

“However, your swordplay might match better with the original Wolhae Swordplay.”

The sword in my hand disappeared at some point.

When I turned my gaze, it was firmly grasped in Gong Haelyeong’s hand.

“You weren’t a former thief or something, were you? …Kyaang!”

“Tsk tsk, there’s nothing you won’t say to this old woman.”

She admitted to being a grandmother herself.

It seems to have naturally seeped in thanks to several days of grandmother-like behavior. I stood obediently at the edge of the training ground after rubbing my crown.

Swoosh.

Gong Haelyeong, standing in the center, placed her hand on the sword hilt.

“I’ll show you.”

Footsteps that melted into the scenery like rippling waves.

I believed without doubt that the ‘original’ Wolhae Swordplay she spoke of would be similar to Ju Sohui’s but closer to flowing style.

But it wasn’t.

‘It’s rough.’

It was a domineering sword style hard to believe came from the person who created Wollangyubo.

If the Wolhae Swordplay that Ju Sohui displayed was the depths of the heavy deep sea, then the sword drama that Gong Haelyeong drew was like the middle of a vast open sea with raging storms.

It’s direct.

It doesn’t contain cunning demonic energy like Cheonma Sinryeo Geombeop or the power of intense lightning, yet it’s amazing that such trajectories can be drawn with pure human internal energy.

At this completely different sensory stimulation from when watching Ju Sohui or Dokgo Yeon, I opened my mouth wide and desperately followed her body movements.

I realized instinctively.

The South Sea swordplay that suits me is exactly this.

Wolhae Swordplay Chapter 9.

Paehae Dosin (Dominating Sea Blade God).

The final chapter of Wolhae Swordplay.

Gong Haelyeong and the sword in her hand merge as if they had been one from the beginning.

Unity of spirit and sword.

A realm of true supreme masters that I could hardly even imagine, and thus couldn’t achieve mastery in.

“How is it?”

Swoosh, click.

She spun her sword half a turn and sheathed it. Her dark blue hair fluttered in the sea breeze blowing from beyond the island.

Before Gong Haelyeong could say anything else, I rushed over and grabbed her sleeve.

“Wow! Totally amazing! Amazing amazing amazing! Really so cool! Honestly, it seems even more awesome than Mother! As expected, Mother’s mother! Incredible! Fantastic!”

“Ahem, what. So undignified…”

“How did you do that? Huh? Please teach me too! I want to learn! Huh? Huh? Huh?”

The corner of Gong Haelyeong’s mouth twitched at my exaggerated praise.

Ah, she likes it, she likes it.

“You’ll stay at Haenam Sect for several months.”

Eventually, Gong Haelyeong couldn’t resist my bouncing pestering and declared herself my master.

Truly successful capture of Gong Haelyeong. (In a granddaughter sense)

“Yahoo!”

Having gained an opportunity to learn new techniques, I jumped up.

* * *

At the same time.

“Are you planning to leave already?”

In the splendid Forbidden City of Beijing, a full five thousand li away from Haenam where Dori resided.

Inside Zining Palace located within, Ju Sohui gave her mother an awkward smile.

“Yes, it’s about time for Doa to return from the martial world. When I go home this time, I plan to spend leisurely time with that child.”

“They say there’s no use raising children – you rarely come to see this mother while only seeking out your grandchildren.”

“Haha…”

Ju Sohui had nothing to say about that part.

Although it was true that the current Empress Dowager had kept only her son, the prince, by her side throughout her growth period, sending away her daughter the princess wasn’t because she disliked her child. Rather, it was because she loved her so much that she somehow sent her back to the martial world.

From the Empress Dowager’s perspective, now that she had made her son emperor, she felt lonely that the princess she wanted to keep by her side had married and rarely visited.

What ignited this emotion was the incident from over ten years ago when the Peng Family was attacked by the Blood Sect.

Her granddaughter, whom she had never seen and only heard news about, went missing, and her beloved daughter completely stopped visiting the Imperial Palace.

Moreover, the rumors she heard were quite ominous.

That the Sword Master had gone mad, that she wasn’t in her right mind. Some brought the chilling news that she had fallen into madness after losing her child.

For the Empress Dowager, who worried about her children day and night, it was enough to drive her crazy.

She had worked so hard to make her son live nobly, but the daughter she had sent away to survive had gone mad because of her granddaughter.

Naturally, the Empress Dowager found that Dori girl very disagreeable.

It couldn’t be helped, since to her, the daughter she bore from her own womb was a hundred, a thousand times more important than grandchildren who inherited the Peng surname.

“Tsk.”

Still, she couldn’t say unpleasant things to the grandchildren her daughter cherished so much to their faces.

The Empress Dowager, who merely clicked her tongue, said to Ju Sohui.

“Come to think of it, it’s been quite a long time since I’ve seen that boy Peng.”

It was natural since Ju Sohui hadn’t visited the Imperial Palace since Peng was twelve years old. Ju Sohui, feeling guilty again this time, fidgeted with her fingers.

‘Sigh.’

…Seeing that made her cute again.

The Empress Dowager, even at sixty, sighed inwardly while looking at her adorable daughter.

She really should stop doting on her.

But what could she do when her son and daughter were so precious no matter how old they got.

The Empress Dowager, whose heart softened at her daughter’s cute behavior (doing nothing), finally requested in a somewhat gentler tone.

“Bring your son-in-law and grandchildren to visit soon. I’ll give His Majesty the Emperor advance notice, so let’s all gather together for a meal.”

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