I'm The Lowest-Ranking Daughter Of A Martial Arts Villain (2 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
Na Rin raged wildly for a full quarter-hour (15 minutes) before barely regaining her composure.
Emotionally, it was utterly unacceptable—but upon closer reflection, it wasn’t an entirely implausible story.
After all, this world was a wuxia novel.
Given that premise, her current situation was actually quite clear-cut.
‘Of course I must be a main character.’
Every novel in existence has its character setups.
Among all the cast, someone with mysterious origins, snow-white hair, incredible martial talent—and even a touch of cuteness—could never possibly be just a passing side character.
Moreover, wasn’t it an obvious foreshadowing that the Demon Sect Leader also had white hair?
‘The more I try to piece it together, the dumber I feel.’
To realize this only after living through it ten times!
Sighing in resignation, Na Rin recalled the words “Major Branching Point” from the notification window.
Now that she thought about it, hadn’t it also labeled her initial decision to become a martial artist as a “Major Branching Point”?
In the end, it meant she had finally, after many detours, found the right path.
“This life, I’m definitely going to the Demon Sect.”
But making up her mind didn’t solve every problem.
The Demon Sect was terrifyingly far away.
The Demon Sect’s stronghold, the Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains, wasn’t in Gansu, nor Qinghai, nor Sichuan—no, it was all the way out in Xinjiang!
Good heavens—Xinjiang!
Starting from Shaanxi Province, her hometown, reaching Xinjiang would be like crossing the entirety of the Central Plains from east to west.
“Uuugh… Isn’t there any easier way to get there?”
Her first thought was to storm a security escort company, beg to join a caravan, and do odd jobs all the way to Xinjiang.
But she quickly shook her head.
The merchants traveling between Shaanxi and Xinjiang dealt in only specific goods.
‘Massive escort companies handling silk, spices, and tea.’
Such outfits wouldn’t casually take in an orphan of unknown background, and since they transported high-value goods, the risk of bandit attacks was extremely high.
Of course, Ju Na Rin—the incredibly formidable Blood Plum Blossom—would never fall to mere mountain bandits.
But fighting openly like that would inevitably draw attention, and before long, she’d become famous as a three-year-old peerless expert mysteriously proficient in Mount Hua Sect martial arts.
And if that happened, joining the Demon Sect would clearly have to wait until her next lifetime.
‘Is there nowhere a person exists who’d take a penniless, guardianless, undocumented white-haired orphan girl straight to the Demon Sect without asking questions?’
Na Rin chuckled softly.
Such a convenient mode of transportation couldn’t possibly…
“Huh?”
Could there be?
“Wait—really?!”
Maybe there was!
Na Rin pressed both index fingers to her temples, groaning “Uuugh” as she racked her brain.
It was her habit when digging through layers of memories to find the information she wanted.
Not the ninth loop, nor the eighth, nor even the seventh… Ah! The fifth! Yes, the fifth loop.
Her eyes lit up as she dug through those memories.
“Ju Ah! Time to get kidnapped!”
It might sound bizarre at first, but it was actually a very logical idea.
According to her memories from the fifth loop, the Demon Sect used to kidnap orphans en masse to expand their ranks.
And on a rather large scale, too.
‘If I could just slip in among those kidnapped orphans…’
Goodness! That would be the perfect, completely free, direct transportation to the Demon Sect!
It was nothing short of a brilliant plan—the best among brilliant plans.
Na Rin immediately leaped to her feet and dashed toward her mother Joo Wol Young’s grave.
“Mother… Na Ri Ni will go to the Demon Sect now. Please stay… stay healthy? Healthy?”
Telling a dead person to “stay healthy” felt odd. Maybe dying so many times had muddled her sense of life and death?
“Anyway, just stay put!”
Leaving those words—asking the grave to “stay put like a proper grave”—Na Rin turned and left the cliffside.
Why did Wol Young’s grave seem to want to say something as it watched Na Rin’s retreating back?
[This is the timeline separator]Jangsa Village.
A small hamlet on the outskirts of Shaanxi Province.
They said that a plague had swept through the village a year or two ago, killing all who could die and driving away all who survived—so now, only homeless orphans remained.
In other words, it was the perfect target for those Demon Sect scoundrels.
“Ju Ah. We’ll lie in wait here.”
Na Rin, whose hair she’d dyed black over the past few days, stood at the village entrance, laden with six large bundles—three on her head and back, and one in each hand—that far exceeded what a child could normally carry.
Not knowing how long she’d have to wait, she’d gone to the nearest major city, Xi’an, and bought everything she’d need.
Admittedly, it cost some money—but it hadn’t been difficult. To Na Rin, Xi’an was practically her personal bank vault.
‘Meaning I’ve “borrowed” from it more than once or twice.’
Not that she’d stolen anything—although she now aspired to join the Demon Sect, as a disciple of a righteous sect, she couldn’t very well break the law.
She’d simply stood by the main road, spotted the right person, and begged.
Yes—the perfect person.
“Ohhh Master Choi! Could it really be Master Choi—Xi’an’s wealthiest man—himself?!”
“Hmm? You know me?”
“Of course! Everyone knows you’re the famous one who feeds all of Xi’an’s orphans, don’t they?”
In truth, the so-called Master Choi—the richest man in Xi’an—had never once given alms to orphans.
But it was obvious where a wealthy man’s ambitions would turn next:
“Oh my! Master Jang! You’ve been performing such kindnesses without little me even knowing?”
“I had no idea—you’re such a noble person!”
Precisely: reputation.
“Ah—ahem. Did I… do that?”
A successful merchant never passed up a clear opportunity, so he was certain to take the bait.
“Well then, child. What do you need from me?”
“Forgive my boldness, but another famine has struck our village—the one your generosity once saved.”
Na Rin spoke through tears, letting them fall freely.
“If you show us kindness once more, we’ll never forget it for the rest of our lives!”
With so many onlookers, Master Choi quickly calculated that showing generosity here would earn him goodwill from the villagers—a profitable bargain.
He also realized it would be terribly awkward if this child raised her voice and claimed she’d received nothing.
“Since you came all this way, how could I send you off empty-handed?”
And so, a solid lump of silver legally found its way into Na Rin’s hands.
What a peaceful, mutually beneficial arrangement!
Na Rin was happy to have earned money, and Master Choi was happy to have displayed generosity.
And if he genuinely used that money to help orphans, no one would truly be deceived.
That’s life wisdom, right? Mm-hmm.
‘Anyway… this place is seriously desolate.’
Jangsa Village, thick with the stench of death, showed no sign of evening cooking—no smoke rose from any chimney.
Which was precisely why she’d brought provisions.
“What to do…”
Na Rin walked to the empty central clearing and began unpacking her bundles one by one.
One bundle contained thoroughly dried firewood, letting her quickly build a campfire; another held an iron pot and pot stand.
By the time she opened the third bundle and poured assorted grains into the pot, faint signs of life began appearing in the supposedly empty village.
‘They’re not stray cats with intense wariness.’
Though clearly starving near death, the orphans of Jangsa Village didn’t readily reveal themselves—not that they had much to hide, anyway.
“If you’re hungry, go fetch some stream water.”
Without even looking, Na Rin called out—and soon, a teenage boy timidly appeared.
“…If I fetch water, will you share your food?”
Na Rin opened her fourth bundle, pulling out a water bucket, ladle, and wooden bowls.
“It’s not food—it’s porridge.”
“Fine! Porridge! Will you share it?!”
“Yep.”
“R-really? But… why?”
Apparently, it had been a long time since he’d received kindness without strings attached.
A very prudent attitude for an orphan—after all, how harsh the world was! Who could you trust?
It was just slightly inconvenient for Na Rin right now.
“What’s your name?”
“Huh? Uh… Seung Woo.”
“Seung Woo-ya.”
Na Rin’s sharp gaze pierced straight at the boy.
“So—come to eat?”
“I want to eat.”
Surprised by his own blurted honesty, the boy immediately clapped a hand over his mouth.
Na Rin smirked and spoke loudly enough for all the hidden children to hear.
“There’s plenty. I’ll share with everyone.”
“You’ll really give us real food?”
“Not food—porridge…”
“Really? Just like that? No tricks?”
“Yep.”
As this exchange continued with the older boy, more children slowly emerged.
Time to drop the bait.
“But!”
Na Rin tapped the iron pot with her ladle to command attention.
Clang! Clang! The sharp metallic ring echoed clearly.
“You gotta earn it.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Na Rin spun the ladle in a swift circle above her head, then once more in front and behind, finally halting it sharply behind her back.
Whoosh!
The wind stirred, tousling the hair of the Jangsa children.
“Understood?”
Faced with martial arts as mystical as sorcery, the children could only gape in awe and nod vigorously.
Good. That’s exactly what she wanted.
‘I’ve got no interest in bullying little kids, after all.’
Even if Na Rin looked far younger—well, that was irrelevant.
Having thus subdued both the stomachs and spirits of Jangsa’s children, Na Rin began settling into the village.
[This is the timeline separator]“Village Chief baby! Village Chief baby!”
A toddler who’d only just outgrown crawling sprinted into the courtyard of the largest house.
The Jangsa Village Chief’s home—the biggest in the village—still gleamed spotlessly despite the entire family having long since fled.
All thanks to Na Rin’s meticulous cleaning standards.
Thus, Seung Woo—who today was diligently polishing the Chief’s veranda—frowned at the boy who dared barge into the revered baby Chief’s residence.
“The Village Chief baby’s napping! What’s so urgent you have to be loud? Want to get scolded?”
“You idiot! If you don’t wake her right this second, you’ll be the one getting scolded! Black-clad men have appeared at the village entrance!”
“Is that true?”
Seung Woo rushed into the main room and shook Na Rin awake—still napping like any ordinary child.
“Village Chief baby, wake up!”
“Mmm… five more minutes…”
“They’ve found black-clad men!”
Na Rin’s eyes flew open instantly from her deep slumber.
“…Who?”
“Yes! You said to tell you immediately if black-clad men appeared!”
Na Rin kicked off her blanket and sprang up.
“Finally!”
One and a half months.
It had already been a full month and a half since Na Rin settled into Jangsa Village.
She’d been so worried the Beggar Sect might find her before the Demon Sect did!
‘Lazy louts. But since they’re finally here, it’s fine.’
Na Rin quickly packed her belongings into a bundle, hoisted it onto her back, and stepped out the door.
Now, all she had to do was breathe quietly—and the Demon Sect thugs would surely carry her all the way to Xinjiang!
She left with that pleasant thought.
“Village Chief baby… are you leaving?”
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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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.
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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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Yalda85
Does that mean Narin’s mother is actually dead? Why do I have such a strange feeling?
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Our little girl is very smart; she knows how to make money.