I'm The Lowest-Ranking Daughter Of A Martial Arts Villain (2 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
“I’ll just take a look. Just a look.”
Groaning, she climbed onto the chair and peeked down at the noodles—wow, they were absolutely magnificent.
Simmered chicken bones glistened with rich oil in a milky broth, accompanied by perfectly cooked shiitake mushrooms.
Delicately arranged bright green bok choy adorned the noodles, which coiled temptingly in their pristine white elegance.
Slurp.
Na Rin swallowed hard, gulping down the saliva pooling in her mouth, and inhaled the aroma.
The deeply savory chicken stock—worthy of being called a “master broth”—was boldly accented with ginger, cutting through any greasiness.
At the inviting scent of light soy sauce, her appetite stirred, and before she knew it, Na Rin had already picked up her chopsticks.
Just eat. It’s just eating. Think after eating.
Consumed by the feeling that her stomach had overtaken her brain, she slurped up a generous mouthful!
“Maitta!”
At Na Rin’s loud exclamation, everyone in the inn suddenly burst into laughter.
Though no one had said it aloud, they’d all been pitying the poor child, abandoned by her parents at such a young age.
But now, seeing her happily enjoying her noodles with such composure, they found her both adorable and reassuring.
“This is incredibly delicious, isn’t it? The innkeeper may seem gruff, but he’s famously kind-hearted and an excellent cook.”
“Ah! Isn’t hunger itself the best seasoning?”
“In that case, noodles alone won’t fill you up. Here, how about I share some of my dumplings?”
In the brief moment Na Rin looked away, small side plates filled with various dishes gathered before her.
Most were drinking snacks, which seemed oddly amusing—but also heartwarming, revealing the drinkers’ unexpected generosity.
“These people! Who gave them permission to increase my dishwashing load?”
The landlady grumbled in complaint but didn’t stop them.
Na Rin felt strangely conflicted.
‘What is this? I just got robbed of my money…’
Yet somehow, she felt as if she’d received a great deal.
Upon reflection, 13 silver taels—the price of Mahwa Jeon—was nowhere near enough to raise a child properly.
Yet the innkeeper had taken her in without hesitation, despite never having seen her before.
How could anyone do that?
Memories of painful experiences from past lives, things she’d long accepted as inevitable, swiftly flashed through her mind.
‘…Anyway, I had nowhere else to go. Might as well consider it payment for room and board.’
She felt no urge to demand her money back at all.
Hmm. Yum.
And honestly, every bite was delicious.
[This is the timeline separator]“Hey. Who are you?”
A boy about seven years old stared at Na Rin with eyes full of suspicion.
Clearly, he was the innkeeper’s son.
“Ju Na Rin.”
Assuming the innkeeper would explain everything once he came upstairs, Na Rin gave a half-hearted reply.
“Ju Nya Ling~? That’s the silliest name ever! Hey, doesn’t your mom know how to name someone properly?”
“You no name?”
“I don’t wanna teach you! I won’t tell you!”
“…”
This kid was impossible to reason with.
Na Rin clenched her fist.
‘Well, even if words don’t work, this (?) always gets the message across.’
“You two already met!”
Just then, the innkeeper finished his work and came upstairs.
Na Rin quickly hid her fist behind her back and stood quietly, feigning innocence.
“Mom, who’s this?”
“She’ll be living with us from today. Jae Min, you’re her older brother now—take good care of her.”
“No! I won’t live with her!”
“Oppa Jae Min. Ju-a.”
Na Rin deliberately grabbed Jae Min’s hand.
Seeing the already adorable Na Rin act so affectionate, the innkeeper smiled warmly.
“See? She likes you already. Why are you acting worse than a baby? Remember last time too—your mother…”
“Ah! Eojjeol Taegeuk Fist! Eojjeol Geumgang Bulgoe!”
“Here he goes again!”
Jae Min yanked his hand away and dashed into his room.
Fool. Thinking you could be alone.
Na Rin’s eyes gleamed with unusual intensity.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. Oppa Jae Min is just very shy.”
It was obvious he wasn’t shy—he simply disliked her—but that didn’t matter.
After all, by tomorrow, Jae Min would be the kindest child in the world.
“Gan-chana-yeo.”
“You’re so sweet, dear. By the way, what’s your name again?”
“Ju Na Rin.”
“…Huh?”
“Juu—Nya—Riing!”
Now she realized it wasn’t the noise in the shop—it was the woman herself who had trouble hearing.
Only after repeating her name several times could Na Rin finally make her understand properly.
And shortly afterward.
Knock knock.
—Don’t come in.
Jae Min’s voice came from inside the room.
Ignoring him, Na Rin opened the door, holding the bedding given to her by the landlady.
“Ah! I told you not to come in!”
“Sleep here.”
Jae Min, seated at his desk, watched in outrage as Na Rin spread her blanket right on the floor, huffing and turning away as if ready to die from frustration.
“Ugh. Seriously annoying.”
First things first—fix that foul mouth of his.
Na Rin smiled faintly and slowly approached Jae Min from behind.
She intended to press his mute point, so he couldn’t shout and disturb the landlady’s sleep.
‘Huh?’
Just then, something peculiar caught Na Rin’s eye.
“…Oppa.”
“Don’t talk to me.”
“Oppa Jae Min.”
“Argh! I said don’t talk to me!”
The instant Jae Min turned around, Na Rin snatched the book he’d been reading with lightning speed.
Daeseong Seodang (Great Star Academy).
The clearly printed imprint sealed her certainty.
“Oppa… you attend… Seodang?”
“Why are you looking at me like that—urgh!”
“Shh. Found it.”
She’d uncovered the root cause of the academy’s enrollment refusal.
[This is the timeline separator]There’s a saying: “A moment feels like three autumns.”
It means that even a brief quarter-hour can feel as long as three entire seasons.
That’s precisely how Jae Min felt right now.
The single quarter-hour spent being beaten by Na Rin had felt like three full years to him.
“Arm. Lift up.”
“Hup… y-yes.”
Kneeling with both arms raised high, Jae Min struggled to hold back tears and corrected his posture.
Na Rin’s massage—though incredibly beneficial for long-term health—was so excruciating that even the stubborn Jae Min had been thoroughly tamed.
Na Rin sat in Jae Min’s chair, flipping through textbooks published by Daeseong Seodang.
‘He must’ve attended for quite a while.’
That was odd.
As far as Na Rin knew, Daeseong Seodang operated entirely as a boarding school—students rarely returned home except during holidays.
Yet here he was, as if he’d carried all his textbooks home with him.
“Why are all the books here?”
“…I got expelled from Seodang.”
“Fifteen days ago?”
Jae Min nodded.
“According to higher authorities, I don’t know the full details, but up until fifteen days ago, they were still accepting children as usual—ahem!—so I was told.”
According to the gatekeeper, the enrollment ban began precisely fifteen days ago.
Na Rin set the book down and stepped in front of Jae Min, meeting his eyes directly.
“Tell me more clearly, okay?”
“Huh… h-hnnn… hnnghh…”
Jae Min trembled so violently he was about to wet himself.
Realizing she’d unintentionally overwhelmed the child with excessive aura, Na Rin quickly calmed herself.
“Don’t cry. Put your arms down now.”
Jae Min cautiously lowered his arms and wiped his tears.
“Why were you… expelled?”
“Well…”
Jae Min bit his lip, overwhelmed by injustice.
He desperately didn’t want to recall those memories, but facing the terrifying Na Rin, he knew he couldn’t stay silent.
“I… invented something called… Eojjeol Sin Gong—the Art of Cutting Off Speech!”
“The Eojjeol Taegeuk you mentioned earlier—that thing?”
Jae Min nodded.
“Everyone kept nagging me too much, so I… I just didn’t want to hear it anymore… hup, hik! Hic!”
Tear after tear, like chicken droppings, fell from Jae Min’s eyes.
Having held back his tears out of pride and stubbornness, his outburst now refused to stop.
“But then… suddenly, everyone thought it was fun! They all started using it!”
“Mm, mm.”
“They said… since I invented it… I was disrupting the study atmosphere… and kicked me out!”
Jae Min began sobbing as if about to vomit.
Na Rin pressed a calming pressure point and gently patted his back.
Now she understood the gist.
‘But this alone seems too weak a reason.’
Daeseong Seodang was a venerable institution with deep roots.
It was implausible that in all its long history, it had never encountered a troublemaker like Jae Min.
Na Rin knew exactly who she needed to see next.
One person held the key to this entire situation.
‘Seventh Elder.’
Of course, before that—
“Oppa. Teach me that move.”
She’d need proper preparation.
[This is the timeline separator]Seventh Elder Oh Hyun Hak.
One of the Twelve Elders of the Elder Faction—one of the three pillars supporting the Demon Sect.
Though the Elders held equal rank, his position as the Seventh Elder was effectively that of the Elder Faction’s leader.
Now 119 years old, the man sat alone on a pavilion rooftop at midnight—not drinking wine or tea, merely sipping lukewarm water as he gazed at the moon.
‘It’s time to bring this to an end.’
Sixty years marked one full cycle; in just a few months, he would complete his second cycle—reaching 120 years of age.
While longevity was common among martial artists, what of an educator?
Could knowledge from 120 years ago still offer meaningful lessons to newborn generations?
‘It’s all just old man’s greed.’
Even the delicate aroma of green tea couldn’t withstand the brilliance of the full moon—he was reduced to sipping tasteless lukewarm water.
This was Seventh Elder’s reality.
“Old man. Nice night, huh?”
“…! Who goes there!”
Na Rin chuckled softly.
In her previous life, she would’ve drawn her sword and shouted, “What devil dares trespass upon this Demon Sect ground!”
‘My temper really has mellowed.’
She deliberately stepped into the pavilion with a clear, audible tap.
Oh Hyun Hak exhaled in relief, his tension easing.
“So… you’re just a child.”
“Majayo.”
“And such an adorably pinchable little cheek…”
“Yeah?”
“Ah—nothing. Forget I said that.”
The Seventh Elder cleared his throat awkwardly.
Though he’d long ceased practicing martial arts, he was still one of the Twelve Elders—and yet, he hadn’t noticed a child’s light-footed approach. It was deeply embarrassing.
“You’re clearly no ordinary child—but why seek this old man in the dead of night?”
“Wanna enroll. Really bad.”
“Heh heh. Admirable—to climb walls out of thirst for learning. But I’m sorry—Daeseong Seodang no longer accepts new students. Once the current pupils graduate, we plan to close the academy entirely.”
This was the first time he’d voiced that decision aloud.
His throat tightened inexplicably, and he lifted his water cup to his lips.
It didn’t ease the heaviness in his heart.
“I could recommend another academy. Not as grand as Daeseong, but many fine teachers…”
“Eojjeol Samjae Sword Art.”
“…”
The Seventh Elder froze like stone, utterly at a loss for words.
The trembling of his cup silently betrayed his inner turmoil.
“Please… just go home…”
“Mmh~ Eojjeol Emperor Sword Art~ Zeojjeol Geumna Soo~.”
“I said stop it!”
“Mmh~ Are you mad now? Oh—you’re getting angry, aren’t you? But what can you do? You can’t do anything, can you?”
“Ugh… urgh!”
The Seventh Elder’s face flushed crimson with rage.
He couldn’t suppress his mounting fury.
‘His mental discipline is weak.’
After all, it’s said that old age brings childishness.
Na Rin smirked and asked,
“Is it ‘cause of this… that you’re closing the academy?”
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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Golden Moon Caravan.
What a nice name What a nice name What a nice name
A small whirlwind began to swirl beneath Na Rin’s feet, and her hair stood on en
I wander if circulating the energy unprepared might harm her body. We didn’t read about her preparing meridians or opening her own acupoints, etc. Or was she already born with the fully cultivated body? 🤷🏻♀️
Small, round, and soft—her forehead.
Oh my God, what is this? I hope he finds out she’s his daughter soon. I’m so excited! 💗💗
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I was visualising all special effects during their fight. It might have been spectacular! Pink plum flowers from the 4y.o and demonic purple from the Heavenly Demon. 🔥
Their interaction with each other and his attachment to her is so sweet. I hope he knows she’s his daughter. 🦋💗
How vile is this bloodthirsty demon, plotting to kill a child and preying on the weak.