I'm The Lowest-Ranking Daughter Of A Martial Arts Villain (2 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
“That’s…!”
Seventh Elder sighed deeply, realizing that Na Rin had deliberately provoked him.
Even he himself found it utterly pathetic that he’d lost his composure over such a childish taunt.
‘No. That’s not the issue here.’
At first, he’d thought it was merely the mischief of a single troublemaker.
He’d assumed one slippery eel had brought in this unruly culture that muddied the entire school.
But that wasn’t it at all.
What baffled Seventh Elder beyond comprehension—and left him utterly clueless about how to handle it—was a new catchphrase that, in the blink of an eye, swept through every child in the school like wildfire.
‘I’ve reached an age where I can no longer understand children.’
Seventh Elder deeply loved the children.
More precisely, he cherished their sparkling potential immensely.
He believed nurturing the children’s innate talents and equipping them through education with solid strengths to face society was a noble endeavor, yielding far greater rewards than any harvest from farming.
But ever since the “Eojjeol” technique became popular in the school, Seventh Elder found himself unable to love the children anymore.
He’d lashed out in uncontrollable, maddening rage—imposing emotional punishments or outright banning “Eojjeol”—yet none of it addressed the root of the problem.
In the end, Seventh Elder had no choice but to accept it:
It wasn’t the children who needed to change—it was himself.
“That truly is a divine art. There’s simply no countermeasure.”
Seventh Elder sat on the pavilion, gazing at the moon.
Just as the moon wanes, so too has my time come to decline, he consoled himself.
“Eotteoryeo?”
His gaze, fixed on the moon, shifted toward Na Rin.
“…Is there really a countermeasure?”
“I’ll tell you, for sure! But…”
Na Rin raised two plump little fingers.
“You gotta agree to my condition, eotteoryeo.”
Who in their right mind would accept such a clumsy proposal?
Surely not someone as foolish as me?
She was a child he’d never seen before—exceedingly young, appearing in the most suspicious manner imaginable, yet claiming to offer exactly what he needed. How could he not be wary?
‘But this girl is clearly a master who has perfected the Eojjeol Art.’
Truthfully, if he chose to stop here and close the school, no one would condemn him.
He had strived tirelessly and proved himself throughout his life.
Seventh Elder Oh Hyun Hak had already lived a life worthy of great respect.
Yet… if he could leap once more?
‘That’s just my old man’s greed.’
After long deliberation, Seventh Elder stood before Na Rin and spoke.
“My knees aren’t what they used to be—may I skip the Nine Bows Ceremony (the formal ritual a disciple performs to acknowledge a master)?”
Na Rin beamed and replied cheerfully,
“Guraeyo!”
And so, the master-disciple relationship—where roles of old and young were reversed—began.
[This is the timeline separator]The next day.
Seventh Elder Oh Hyun Hak ordered Chief Jang to gather all the students from the school into the main plaza.
Children aged anywhere from five to fifteen gathered, whispering among themselves, curious about why they’d been summoned.
Though their guesses lacked any concrete clue, their shared intuition pointed unmistakably in one direction:
This couldn’t possibly be good news.
“Are they really closing the school?”
“Ugh… Just hold on until I graduate!”
“My father even moved our family to Chilsung Street just so I could attend Daeseong School!”
Reflecting the recent tense atmosphere, the children’s moods were visibly gloomy.
“Seventh Elder approaches!”
Chief Jang’s booming voice echoed through the plaza as Seventh Elder Oh Hyun Hak appeared atop the platform.
With his long beard flowing down to his chest, he looked to the younger students like a mysterious yet fearsome mountain spirit.
“Today, I have an announcement to make.”
The students held their breath, listening intently—knowing full well this elder could upend their entire lives with a single decree.
“I am lifting the ban on the Eojjeol Art.”
“Really?!”
“Why?”
A massive wave of commotion surged through the crowd.
The children’s reaction was overwhelming—
because everyone knew just how much Seventh Elder despised the Eojjeol Art.
“Quiet!”
Chief Jang’s sharp rebuke finally hushed the murmurs.
Seventh Elder chuckled heartily and said,
“I understand your surprise, but know this—I’ve had an epiphany. And to mark this occasion, I’d like to hold a small competition. I’ve prepared splendid prizes, so I hope you all participate with great enthusiasm.”
As if on cue, a large board and a box with holes were placed on a table atop the platform.
The children’s eyes widened like lanterns.
Could this really be happening?
They’d been anxiously worried the school might shut down—and now suddenly, a competition? And not just any competition—
“An Eojjeol Art sparring tournament…?”
Their astonishment at the strange phrase written on the board lasted only a moment before the sparring tournament began as abruptly as roasting beans in a lightning strike.
Seventh Elder drew names from the perforated box and instantly finalized the match brackets.
Before the students could even grasp what was happening, they were pushed into groups and began sparring.
“Here I go! Eojjeol Taiji Sword Art!”
“Yep! Jeojjeol Taiji Graceful Sword~ Level up your kung fu, ready in a flash?”
At first bewildered, the children soon adapted and threw themselves joyfully into the sparring tournament.
Those around five years old, knowing few martial arts, and older kids above thirteen—who’d dismissed Eojjeol as childish—didn’t perform well. Thus, the top ranks were mostly filled by children around ten years old, Jae Min’s age.
“I congratulate you on winning the sparring tournament.”
The mischievous child—who usually only ever got scolded—beamed from ear to ear.
It was the first time he’d ever been praised for doing something well at school.
Seventh Elder handed the winner a prize he’d prepared: an assortment box containing seventy-two kinds of traditional Korean sweets.
“From here on, it’ll be an exhibition match.”
Seventh Elder cleared his throat.
“Well then, winner—how about sparring with me?”
“Sparring with you using Eojjeol Art, Elder?”
“Yes. And if you win, I’ll give you an even greater prize.”
The young winner, initially stunned, soon grinned slyly—
recalling how Seventh Elder used to turn red and blue in frustration whenever Eojjeol came up.
“Very well! But Elder, you may surrender anytime—you shouldn’t risk your health.”
“How thoughtful of you to consider me! But don’t think I’ll go down easily.”
Seventh Elder’s eyes flashed challengingly.
The watching children’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
After all, this was no ordinary match—it pitted the Eojjeol Art tournament champion against Seventh Elder himself, a senior figure of the Demon Sect.
Truly, it was a clash between old and new.
“I’ll let you take the first move.”
“I’ll gladly accept that courtesy.”
Seventh Elder took a deep breath, tensed his core, and forcefully exhaled,
“Eojjeol Soosu Demon Art!”
“…! H-how can such a thing exist?!”
The winner’s shock was completely understandable.
What Seventh Elder had just demonstrated was the ultimate taboo within the taboos of Eojjeol Art.
‘He’s using demon art within Eojjeol Art!’
The children had only ever treated martial arts as playful comparisons of orthodox sect techniques.
For disciples of the Demon Sect, casually treating sacred, revered demon arts like ordinary orthodox techniques was an unimaginable act of sacrilege.
Yet Seventh Elder, fully aware of this, feigned total ignorance.
“What do you mean ‘how can it exist’? Is that really something a Demon Sect disciple would say?”
“If you’re going to talk like that, then I can’t hold back either! I’ll use Eojjeol Demon Art!”
At the young champion’s bold declaration, Seventh Elder chuckled warmly and replied indulgently,
“Go ahead and try. Since you’re not familiar with the technique, I’ll even yield the first move to you.”
“Eeek…! Eojjeol Heuk-sal Demon Palm!”
Seventh Elder instantly launched a fierce counterattack.
“Yep! Parry it with Jeojjeol Purple Lightning Qi Burst—and right after, Eojjeol Star-Absorbing Technique! Churup! Sucking up your inner energy~. Oh! Your dantian’s completely empty now, isn’t it?”
“Eeek…! Eojjeol Heaven-Descended Blood Dragon Sword!”
“Nuh-uh~. No inner energy left means you’re just swinging your sword to cut grass. You can’t do anything, can you?”
The young champion’s face flushed red and purple with fury.
How could anyone be this shameless!
Yet he couldn’t even complain—he was using the Star-Absorbing Technique, a legitimate Demon Sect art that genuinely drained opponents’ inner energy.
“Eeeek…! Eojjeol…! Eoj…jeol…”
After frantic deliberation, the winner clenched his teeth in frustration and fell silent.
“I yield…”
“I’ve learned much from you.”
Seventh Elder’s previous smugness vanished completely; now, he bowed gracefully—so elegant it seemed almost uncanny.
To ensure the champion, despite his victory, wouldn’t leave feeling slighted, Seventh Elder gave him a generous pile of gifts. Then, gathering all the schoolchildren, he spoke,
“Do you understand what you’ve just done?”
“It was the Eojjeol Art sparring tournament, wasn’t it?”
“Correct. In other terms, it’s called ‘Lun Jian’—a debate of swords. Or in this case, perhaps ‘Lun Gong’—a debate of martial arts.”
Lun Jian? Lun Gong? The children whispered to each other, puzzled.
“There are countless factors that determine the superiority of martial arts: simply put, the abundance or scarcity of inner energy, compatibility and hierarchy among martial disciplines, and how skilled the practitioner is. Beyond that, whether one is accustomed to sparring or to life-or-death combat—none of these aspects can be neglected.”
“…”
“The Eojjeol Art has proven to be an exceptionally effective method for learning martial compatibility and hierarchy.”
What?! What I just did was studying?!
The children’s faces froze in shock, as if struck by lightning.
Seventh Elder drove the point home with a firm declaration:
“Starting today, Daeseong School will strongly encourage the use of Eojjeol Art! Regular sparring tournaments will be held, and performance will count toward your academic records. All of you must strive diligently!”
As Seventh Elder descended from the platform with a light cough, the children stood dumbfounded, staring at his retreating back.
[This is the timeline separator]“You did quite well, didn’t you?”
A lively flush spread across Seventh Elder’s face.
Na Rin beamed and nodded repeatedly in praise.
Though Na Rin had devised the plan, had she known he’d learn this well in just one day, she wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble.
“This experience has taught me greatly as well. I failed to see that, with a different perspective, even the Eojjeol Art could become an excellent study method. The children, figuring out their own way to learn, are truly admirable. I’m curious to see how the Eojjeol Art will evolve from here.”
“Hmm. Maybe not.”
Na Rin tilted her head skeptically.
“Probably the trend will just die out. When grown-ups start telling you to do something, it stops being fun.”
“Heh heh. Is that so? Well, I suppose that’s possible.”
“More importantly…”
Na Rin tapped the table sharply with two fingers.
It was time to fulfill her condition.
“The first condition—your enrollment ceremony—has already been completed.”
Seventh Elder handed Na Rin the prepared enrollment certificate and continued,
“And this is a bonus.”
The documents labeled “bonus” bore the words: “Full Scholarship Certificate” and “Unlimited Dormitory Access Rights.”
In other words, not only tuition but all living expenses were fully waived.
“Gomapseupmida!”
“That’s insufficient repayment for the enlightenment you’ve given me.”
“Then maybe you should give more?”
“Heh heh.”
Seventh Elder merely chuckled, offering no further conditions. Too bad.
“And regarding the second condition—are you truly certain this is enough?”
Na Rin took the “Re-Enrollment Permit” with a smile; written on it was the name “Ma Jae Min.”
“Ganjeodeokjiyo.”
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
***
Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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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.