I'm The Lowest-Ranking Daughter Of A Martial Arts Villain (2 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
“The Sect Leader?”
“You want to see him in person?”
Nod.
Though the guides thought it unusual, they answered Na Rin’s question.
“If you work hard and rise through the ranks, you might someday meet him—but I can’t promise anything. If you simply want to meet him, there’s a better way.”
“A better way?”
“You could join the Majong Sect as a physician, or become a palace servant and work as an attendant at the Hall of Brilliance.”
When Na Rin asked for more details about the Majong Sect, Dae Heung continued the explanation he had started.
“The Majong Sect contributes to the sect not through martial arts, but through knowledge and skills. The Hall of Medicine and the Hall of Pharmacology fall under this category. Even the Sect Leader himself must rely on the Majong Sect whenever he needs specialized expertise, wouldn’t you agree?”
Na Rin nodded.
In other words, the Majong Sect—those who used their wits—had more opportunities to see the Sect Leader than the Sect Leader’s faction, who groveled like dogs.
‘If only my Intelligence stat had been higher, the Majong Sect wouldn’t have been a bad choice.’
Unfortunately, Intelligence was Na Rin’s second-weakest attribute, right after Charm.
Even at a bare minimum, a scholar would need at least 300 Intelligence to seriously study academic subjects—yet even after eleven lifetimes, Na Rin’s Intelligence remained stuck at a mere 179.
“What about becoming a palace servant?”
“To become a palace servant, you must start as an ordinary disciple. All ordinary disciples reside in the Elders’ districts, so technically you’d belong to the Elders’ faction—but, hmm, how should I put it?”
“I’ll explain!”
Bi Cha, who had been itching to speak since earlier, couldn’t hold back any longer and chimed in.
“The Elders’ faction focuses on broadly spreading the Demon Sect’s influence and enriching its followers. You can learn a wide variety of martial arts without restrictions, and the grand library—where all the Demon Sect’s knowledge is collected—holds many legendary manuals proven effective in the Central Plains. If you seek strength freely, without being confined to demonic martial arts alone, then the Elders’ faction is undoubtedly the best choice.”
Oh, that sounds good.
The moment Na Rin showed interest, Dae Heung added,
“But the pay is low.”
“On the other hand, it’s stable.”
“There’s almost no chance for promotion.”
“But you’ll have more personal freedom.”
“And if there’s ever a flood, you’ll have to drop everything and rush off to help.”
“Well… um… we should help each other in emergencies…”
“You’d also have to build bridges, repair buildings, and help with farming.”
“There’s grunt work everywhere you go!”
“And you’d have to raise cattle.”
“Cattle… ugh…”
Bi Cha’s eloquent praise of the Elders’ faction gradually trailed off.
Perhaps he simply couldn’t sugarcoat the unavoidable truth—that one had to raise cattle.
Well, it didn’t really matter anyway.
‘I’ve raised cattle before, actually.’
Na Rin smiled confidently, befitting someone on her eleventh reincarnation.
“So, which one do you prefer?”
Ma Jung asked.
The other children also seemed curious about Na Rin’s choice.
“I want to join the Elders’ faction.”
At Na Rin’s words, Bi Cha cheered while Dae Heung’s expression soured.
Ma Jung, however, looked indifferent.
“Have you been swayed by Bi Cha’s smooth tongue? Should I explain more carefully?”
“Smooth-tongued? You jerk!”
“That’s exactly it.”
Na Rin firmly drew a line, shaking her head decisively.
Faced with her calm demeanor, Bi Cha couldn’t decide whether to feel happy or sad.
“Nyarini values freedom.”
“Hmm. Freedom, you say… Well then, I suppose there’s no helping it.”
Though she spoke as if making excuses, Na Rin’s answer held a measure of truth.
Meeting the Sect Leader by advancing through his own faction seemed nearly impossible.
Joining the Majong Sect offered a chance, but without confidence in her Intelligence, Na Rin couldn’t afford to ignore the time needed to master specialized skills.
‘I was born as the Sect Leader’s daughter—going through all that trouble again is out of the question.’
Na Rin wasn’t overly worried about what came after meeting the Sect Leader.
After all, her natural white hair would prove everything. Things would work out somehow.
Therefore, the most viable option was to join a faction with greater freedom of movement and wander around places the Sect Leader might frequent.
Then Dae Heung asked with concern,
“If you join the Elders’ faction, you’ll be assigned to a ‘Gwan’—one rank below a ‘Jeon.’ Is that alright?”
“Yes. That’s fine.”
“Then it’s settled. Now we just need to decide which Gwan to send you to.”
Ma Jung’s casual tone made Bi Cha and Dae Heung gape in disbelief.
After all, the Demon Sect had only ten ‘Jeon’ in total, but hundreds of ‘Gwan.’
‘Another mountain after the one I just climbed. How am I supposed to choose again?’
Just when she thought she’d found direction, Na Rin felt plunged back into a maze.
As Dae Heung lowered his head, looking as if he had a headache, Na Rin tugged at his collar and said,
“Library Hall.”
“…The Library Hall? You’re interested in the Library Hall?”
Uncharacteristically, Na Rin’s eyes sparkled brightly as she nodded.
It was because something Bi Cha had mentioned earlier caught her attention.
‘He said the Library Hall also holds secret manuals from orthodox martial sects.’
Though she was nothing but an insignificant child now, who was Na Rin, really?
She was Ju Na Rin, the Blood Plum Blossom—the supreme martial artist among martial artists who once ruled the jianghu with the Plum Blossom Sword Technique.
As the saying goes, “Once a thief, always a thief.” If, as a Demon Sect member, she absentmindedly used Huashan Sect martial arts and someone asked, “Where did you learn that?”—she’d be in serious trouble.
‘But if I say, “I learned it from books in the Library Hall,” all my problems are solved!’
Hooray! I’m so clever! Even with only 179 Intelligence!
Of course, claiming she’d achieved such extraordinary skill just by reading books might raise suspicion—but she could always bluff her way through. After all, even in her past life, she’d never had a proper martial arts master, so it wasn’t exactly a lie.
‘The only thing I actually learned directly from my master was how to brew delicious tea.’
Her master, Grand Master Hyeon Baek, though of the same generation as the Huashan Sect’s Sect Master, had long abandoned the martial path to become a Taoist priest—hence Na Rin’s martial arts were essentially self-taught.
“This is quite an unusual choice.”
Bi Cha grinned playfully, clearly amused.
Meanwhile, the warm-hearted Ma Jung, for the first time, wore a serious expression as he asked Na Rin,
“But the Library Hall doesn’t accept children. They don’t take on apprentices because it takes too long to teach them enough to be useful—only literate adults with substantial knowledge are considered…”
“It’s just a goal for now. Isn’t that right?”
Dae Heung gently patted Na Rin’s head.
When Na Rin nodded again, relief washed over Ma Jung’s face.
“If you truly aim for the Library Hall, attending a village school would be best. Seventh Elder is passionate about teaching children—if we send you to him, a path will open for you.”
“Ohhh… a village school?”
Bi Cha crossed his arms and clicked his tongue regretfully.
“To think someone like Na Rin would start as an ordinary disciple. I thought you’d join either the Sect Leader’s faction or the Majong Sect and quickly make a name for yourself.”
“That’s just a guide’s selfish hope.”
Na Rin tilted her head curiously.
The guides understood this adorable gesture meant, “I don’t understand—please explain further.”
Ma Jung answered,
“We guides receive higher evaluations the more the children we bring contribute to the sect.”
“If we travel all the way to the Central Plains on expense allowance and just come back with big mouths, how could we show our faces?”
Ah, so that’s how it was.
Na Rin finally understood why the black-clad guides had been so earnestly concerned about her career path.
She’d assumed they simply kidnapped children at random to use as test subjects or assassins.
‘Even the Martial Alliance likely misunderstands many things about the Demon Sect.’
Their prejudice—that the Demon Sect was a terrifying cult—must have clouded their judgment.
After all, even Na Rin herself had vaguely assumed kidnapped children would be treated as disposable.
Dae Heung chuckled heartily.
“In that sense, this trip has been a bountiful harvest!”
“Exactly. Though it’s a pity Na Rin will become an ordinary disciple, the other children will shine in the Sword King Hall.”
“Heh heh—even by chance, every child we met has exceptional bone structure, great stamina, and their meridians already fully opened! They’re born martial geniuses! The Heavenly Demon must have blessed us, eh?”
Hearing Bi Cha’s overly excited praise, Na Rin averted her gaze and gave an awkward “Haha…”
After all, the talent Bi Cha so highly praised was the result of Na Rin forcefully opening the children’s acupoints through painful stimulation.
“Now that our lingering worries are settled, let’s all get some sleep. We must rise early tomorrow, bathe thoroughly, and head to the Sect Gate.”
“The Sect Gate?”
“Yes.”
Ma Jung spoke with a faint, proud smile he couldn’t quite suppress.
“We’ll go to the Ilwol Gate—the grand entrance to the Shimanda Mountains.”
[This is the timeline separator]Goddess Ilwol opened her eyes, sensing the morning breeze brush against her ears.
Had she overslept? Surprised, she opened her eyes and discovered the fresh, crisp air of dawn—deep blue and quiet—and felt puzzled.
Then what was that “morning feeling” she’d sensed?
Her question was soon answered.
She heard children’s voices—loud as hungry fledglings chirping, yet endearing as they chattered excitedly.
‘The guides have arrived.’
A small smile formed on Goddess Ilwol’s face.
Though countless guides had scattered across the continent, only one group had yet to pass through the Ilwol Gate.
Ma Jung, Bi Cha, Dae Heung.
They were the most loyal guides, who had devoted themselves wholeheartedly—without complaint—even to the far western end of the Silk Road in Xi’an, driven solely by their desire for the sect’s prosperity.
“My heart flutters unexpectedly.”
Goddess Ilwol quickly dressed and headed toward the Ilwol Gate.
Meeting new disciples was her favorite task, so her steps naturally quickened.
As she drew closer, the children’s boisterous voices grew louder.
—Aaah! Na Rin, please! Cough…!
—Oh no, help!
—Woo Mang, I told you it’ll all be fine!
—How can I possibly believe that!
Something unusual seemed to be happening.
“Um, Na Rin… must you really do this?”
Seeing about twenty children from Bongrim Village lying dazed on the ground, Ma Jung gently urged Na Rin to show restraint.
“No matter how beneficial massage is, beating them up like this is a bit…”
“Ayoddi.”
“Huh? What?”
“They say growth happens in proportion to the pain.”
‘But surely that pain isn’t meant to be this kind of pain?’
Though the question made sense, Ma Jung had virtually no chance of actually voicing it.
Ju Na Rin. Age 4.
Intimidation stat: a staggering 1,009.
‘I’m sorry, kids.’
‘We’re scared of Na Rin too…!’
Whether they were from Bongrim Village or the guides themselves, everyone shrank like mice before a cat whenever those cold, round eyes fixed upon them.
“Y-yeah! The human body is just like that sometimes, right? Isn’t that so, Ma Jung?”
“Huh? Ah—y-yes! Of course! And it’s true the kids who got massaged are healthier now!”
The Bongrim children, sprawled on the ground, gaped in disbelief.
Not only did the adults fail to rescue them from this “massage” disguised as assault—they even said such things just because they weren’t getting hit themselves!
‘Adults are liars!’
‘They have no conscience!’
The guides deliberately avoided the betrayed glares of the Bongrim children, who felt abandoned by those they once trusted.
‘Honestly, what do they think I am?’
Na Rin hadn’t beaten the children without reason.
‘They might think they’re talented and get reckless—then end up dead.’
It was somewhat true that the Bongrim children had martial talent—they had become Huashan Sect disciples in her past life, after all, so they clearly possessed above-average natural aptitude.
But much of the guides’ high praise came from Na Rin’s own forced acupoint stimulation.
In other words, they might treat them as geniuses, only to discover they were ordinary—and end up dead.
Thus, Na Rin was simply doing her own version of aftercare.
“Don’t worry, senior martial brothers and sisters. I’ll make sure to plant real talent in you! Isn’t this all thanks to karmic ties from our past lives?”
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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.