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Chapter 15 : The Murderous Transfer Student of the Storm (1)
Chapter 15 - The Murderous Transfer Student of the Storm (1)
Guang'an Gate, Shuntian Prefecture. Seeing this street, which was the closest one when heading straight to Beijing from the Hebei Peng Clan, the feeling was new.
“It really feels like yesterday, but three years have already passed.”
“That is why you hear people call you an old soul, Young Master.”
“Is that kind of talk going around these days?”
Ӗ n ú m̊а́
“Nothing new about it. You have heard such words since you started toddling.”
“My, my. Being mature is also a problem.”
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I walked this familiar street while chatting with Nang-rang. Ah, over there was the street where Hwa-yeong went missing, and over there was the alley where I smashed the Black Dragon Gang. Looking at it like this, I really ran around hectically.
“By the way, why did you come to the market? Instead of going straight to the school.”
“Since I came to Beijing anyway, I wanted to see the alley from back then once, and since I am transferring in the middle of the semester, I should at least hand out rice cakes to my classmates.”
Of course, there is no such thing as an educational curriculum like semesters in the schools of this era. If one were to be technical, it is correct to call it a 3-year semester system rather than a yearly semester system. Since all exams, including the Dongsaengsi, are held every 3 years. Since they must be preparing for the exam next February, the school must be running a graduating class right now.
Ẇе_b̀ n óvẽ l̊ Е n̄ū m̄_ã.
Naturally, this is all nothing but an excuse right now. The biggest reason I came to this street lies elsewhere.
‘I have to let them know I came.’
Externally, the reason I was dispatched from the Peng Clan is the role of bait to provoke the hidden White Lotus Cultists.
Because there cannot be a more efficient provocation than me, who was the direct cause, appearing right at the spot where the war between the Hebei Peng Clan and the White Lotus Cult broke out.
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So it would be good to spread rumors as much as possible.
‘What method is there to spread rumors with just a plain kid like me who could be seen anywhere?’
Е̊ n ùṁа̀
Even if I go around the market acting like a tyrant noisily, it is useless. This is medieval China, and rich kids acting like tyrants at market candy shops is rather a familiar and daily scenery.
Something worth advertising that ‘Peng Hyeon-hwi has come’ here is definitely…….
“Hii, Hiiiiiiik—!!”
Far away in the alley, a beggar was looking at me while foaming at the mouth.
“……?”
“What is with him? Did he catch malaria or something?”
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For that, he was staring at me too piercingly. He was even hurriedly taking out some paper and looking at it while comparing it to me. It was a posture as if he were holding a poster with a likeness drawn on it.
“Elder Peng Jeon-gun?”
“What.”
“Isn't that guy over there suspicious?”
“Is it a day or two that a Beggars Sect bastard is suspicious? Wait.”
As Peng Jeon-gun pierced through the crowd and disappeared like a thunderbolt, the beggar who was foaming at the mouth went crazy and fled into the alley.
W̆ èb n̄ о vе̃ ľ Е̂ n u̇ m_a
“The Cannibal Young Master of the Peng Clan has appeared-aaaaaaack!!”
“……?”
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In an instant, the surroundings were engulfed in silence all at once. Passersby roaming the market were tilting their heads as if asking 'What is that sound?', but the reaction of martial artists who wore swords or looked even slightly fierce was different.
Upon hearing the beggar's voice, they immediately looked around swiftly, discovered me, and froze stiff.
“What is it? What is this situation right now?”
Unlike the beggars who fled while making a fuss, other martial artists, likely mostly guys appearing to be Black Way martial artists, struggled to pretend they didn't see me and moved away with an unnaturally natural gait.
Ẃ е̌b̊_n о̃ v́ е̄ l Е n̆üm̂ a
In this complex and crowded West Gate Avenue market street, a vacuum was created exactly centered on me…….
In the meantime, a beggar dangling from Peng Jeon-gun's hand appeared.
“I caught him.”
“Hiiiiiiik—!! Gya-aaaa-ak—!!”
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“Mister, please calm down a bit. Let's see what you were reading earlier.”
“I'm going to be eaten-aaaaack!!”
E n ů m̄а̀.i̊ ḋ
“No.”
Snatching a dirty piece of paper from the bosom of the panicked beggar, I had no choice but to freeze stiff for a moment.
“Ha.”
Below my face drawn with surprising precision.
[Report to Branch immediately upon discovery]
[Peng Hyeon-hwi]
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[10 years old]
[Murder of at least 12 people]
[Cannibalism of 3 or more people]
[Do Not Approach]
[The above person is a subject of special management by the Peng Family Head.]
“Wha.”
W е b̃ ṅо v̊е́ l̆ Ë n ù mа̂
“I, I do not taste good! If you eat a b, beggar like me, you will only spoil Young Master's palate……! I-I will guide you to guys with more meat……!”
“No, listen to people's words a bit.”
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“Wow, Young Master. Did you eat people too?”
“If you keep talking like that, I will eat you too, Nang-rang.”
“Oh my, how scary.”
I had become the Cannibal Young Master of the Hebei Peng Clan.
Еn̂ ū ma
It was the autumn of my 10th year.
……
The Superintendent Schools of Shuntian Prefecture are largely divided into three places, and among them, the most influential school is the Yanjing School on Dashilan Street at Guangqu Gate.
Because this area is where Princely Residences and aristocrats gather and live even in the vast Beijing, it was able to rise as the school most preferred by the children of high-ranking officials.
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You can basically consider it the Gangnam School District 8. Except for the minor difference that instead of the bourgeoisie, genuine medieval aristocrats were seated there.
“Is it today?”
Ë n u m̈ ӑ . i d̄
“They said he is coming today. I only heard it too.”
“By the way, is it true? He killed people personally? How barbaric!”
“Martial artists are always like that.”
At this point, with about three months left until the Dongsaengsi (Child Student Exam), there were quite a few aristocrats trying to put their names on the Yanjing School register. But among them, there was not a single person from a Murim sect.
No, why on earth would martial artists get involved in the Confucian forest? More than that, to the students who had already settled in this school, martial artists were neither more nor less than lowly things from a distant country, so it was bound to be fascinating.
So, adding half disgust, half curiosity, and about five spoons of superiority complex completed the atmosphere of the aristocrats here.
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“Making such a fuss. Do you think others cannot do it? We just do not do it.”
“Because this Young Master is truly merciful. Hehe, it is enough to leave such lowly work to lowly things!”
To express this chaotic atmosphere accurately, it would be good to understand it as roughly a 6th-grade elementary classroom hearing news of a transfer student three months before graduation.
It is truly difficult for the appearance of a stranger to be welcomed in this closed society where factions, connections, and friendships are already complete.
“Hello, guys?”
Peng Hyeon-hwi, who appeared opening the school door without the guidance of a class teacher, started his greeting with a smile in a very unfamiliar environment called a hostile elementary school gathering.
W̊ еḃṅ о ṽе̄ l Е ń ù m̊â
“Nice to meet you. I am Peng Hyeon-hwi of the Hebei Peng Clan, and although there is not much time left until the Dongsaengsi, let's get along well. Any questions?”
“Me! Is it true you killed people personally?”
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“I heard Peng Clan people make dinner with human flesh!”
“Did you even master the 'Thousand Character Classic' before coming? You should learn family education first; do you think you can show off just because you came to school talking about studying writing or whatever?”
Amidst the nagging of these natural-born medieval aristocrats who had never lived walking on eggshells around anyone in their lives.
Peng Hyeon-hwi nodded with a face that hadn't lost its smile and spoke.
Еñu m̆ ӑ. і̂ d̆
“I understood well. Your levels.”
“You? How dare you? I am—.”
“No, do not speak. Stop, shh. Because I feel like dying from how boring this is.”
He effortlessly lifted the writing table, walked to the entrance, and blocked the door with a thud.
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“Manners.”
After raising his hand and breaking the leg of the writing table with a crunch.
Еnũm̀а
Firmly fixing it to the doorway to lock it.
“Make the scholar.”
Dusting off his hands, turning around, and smiling.
“Maketh, you bastards.”
“What is he doing right now?”
“Student-participatory Confucian education.”
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Peng Hyeon-hwi strode towards the brats who were snickering at him.
……
“Peng Hyeon-hwi, this place is not the Hebei Peng Clan.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Even if you registered at the school only to put your name up for the Dongsaengsi, as long as you have crossed the school's gate and entered, you are a Confucian student, not a martial artist. I will not tell you to forget what you saw and learned at the Peng Clan, but a literate scholar does not harm people with fists.”
“Yes, I will be careful.”
Е́ ñu m̌ ӑ
“Then the admonition is over. Phew, my flesh is trembling.”
“Pardon…… Pardon?”
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“What, is there more left to reflect on? That is troubling.”
That middle-aged man sitting across the writing table was the instructor in charge of the room I was assigned to. It would be comfortable to think of him roughly as the homeroom teacher of this class. I was in a situation where I had been called separately after half-killing five students of the room I was first assigned to, that is, the class I transferred into.
Of course, I didn't think a writing teacher of the school could seriously interrogate a direct lineage of the Peng Clan about his sins, but even considering that, the reaction was quite plain.
It was a reaction closer to annoyance rather than fear.
W ê ḃ ṅ о̌v е̇ l E nu mа̊
“Usually in this situation, wouldn't you admonish me or……?”
“Me, you? Haha! The youngest Young Master of the Hebei Peng Clan is too humble. Did you really think I could teach you?”
The middle-aged man chuckled and organized the books on the writing table by tapping them.
He soon took out warm tea, poured a cup in front of me, and spoke.
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“You came hoping for this anyway, didn't you? Seeing the room you were first assigned to, having no intention of spending three months inside it, ‘let's cause a commotion and change rooms’. Wasn't that your thought?”
“……!”
Ӗn̈ū m a . ї d
“I know, I know. The quality of the Confucian students in that room is not quite good enough for the youngest Young Master of the Great Hebei Peng Clan to study together with. Since they are dim-witted riffraff who think they are children of some great high-ranking officials.”
'Those words are correct.'
Medieval China, no, including China, this world is commonly a ‘class’ society in any cultural sphere right now. It's not that the 21st century isn't like that, but at this time, it was more explicit.
'The ‘difference in power’ according to rank, status, and nobility vs. lowliness is bound to be revealed by more explicit implications than simply a few sentences carved on an identification tag.'
'Clothes worn, tone used, walking habits, attitude handling tableware, even a single trivial expression. In all those areas, a gap arises that one can never imitate unless one was born as a ‘noble’ from childhood.’
I felt exactly that gap from the guys in the class I was first assigned to. To be precise, the gap of the lowly. I too have already lived in this era for over ten years. My sense for power has developed enough to be called a sixth sense.
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“Perhaps they thought you were lowly because you are from a Murim family, or perhaps it was a trick to keep you in check because the Young Master of the Hebei Peng Clan says he is taking the civil service exam, or maybe…… it could have been a coincidence, but what do I know about that. Don't you agree?”
The nameless scholar grinned and lifted his tea cup to drink.
From that appearance, I could realize.
The scholar in front of me knew that I harbored dissatisfaction with the class I was assigned to and committed the act.
And that at the foundation of it, the fact that no blame could return to me no matter what I did lay underneath.
Having realized those two things at this age, and even inferring the fact that I executed it.
W̌ ẽ b̊ n о v ѐl̃ Е̄n u m̌ а
He gave up on managing me. To be precise, he neglected even the attempt to manage.
This man is a ‘real’ scholar whom I hadn't seen even once during the ten years I spent in the Hebei Peng Clan.
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Seeing my first move, reading my past tracks, and deliberating after being conscious of my family—
He saw through me.
“It is truly funny to say this now, but…….”
I took a sip from the tea cup the scholar poured for me.
W e b̌n̈ о v́e l̄ Ӗn̈ǔm̌ а̌
In this country, there is an expression, ‘lifting the same cup’. It is a gesture meaning I will not be hostile to you.
“What is your honorable name?”
“What honorable name. Just call me Scholar Yu comfortably.”
“If you are a scholar of the Superintendent School, you must have been appointed a government post.”
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“I came down right after receiving the title of Junior Compiler (modern master's degree) of the Hanlin Academy.”
“Indeed.”
Еǹú m̆a . і̊d
Junior Compiler is the first government post a Top Graduate of the civil service exam is appointed. The Hanlin Academy was originally a Confucian research institute; thinking of it as a modern university roughly conveys a similar feeling.
Here, the Top Graduate of the civil service exam means passing all processes of Dongsaengsi, Provincial Exam, Metropolitan Exam, and Palace Exam, and achieving 1st place in the final exam of the Palace Exam held before the Emperor.
A person who stepped on and climbed up that threshold where only one person emerges every 3 years even in this vast Central Plains. Although he is a writing teacher at the school, he is a talent who will definitely enter the Cabinet later.
“I am glad to have unexpectedly such an excellent person as a writing teacher. I am no longer worried about the Dongsaengsi.”
“Haha, you are gilding a scholar who eats nothing but herbs. Very amusing.”
The fact that he smiled and offered me tea even knowing my intent was already a very political action. Since it meant he would change my class according to my will.
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In the first place, I didn't swing my fist for face damaged by insult.
Because it would be troubling for a possessor to act so simply. From the beginning, there was a need to act more violently than usual to be assigned to a different class in the first place. The guys in the class I was first assigned to were, as Scholar Yu said, too ‘low quality’.
Because that was the reason I risked danger and came to the school.
Externally, bait to gather the remnants of the White Lotus Cult hiding in Beijing.
To Grandfather, the joy of a genius grandson who passed the Dongsaengsi.
And to me.
Wёb ňо v е̂l Е n̆ u̇ m а
‘The opportunity to build connections with Imperial Princes or the children of truly proper aristocrats.’
That will become my own asset, different from my older brothers.
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And the man before my eyes likewise.
“The rumors floating around the Hanlin Academy were not entirely absurd. I heard there was a noteworthy fellow in the Peng Clan these days.”
“Those are words too undeserved for a mere ten-year-old kid.”
“You mastered the 'Thousand Character Classic' at three, 'Elementary Learning' at five, and are said to be memorizing the Four Books and Five Classics thoroughly now, right?”
W̊ě b n̂ o.v.е̌ ĺ Е nu̇ m̆а
“That is true.”
“When I first heard this, I thought the Hebei Peng Clan had leaked exaggerated rumors again, but seeing your calculating mind, it must have been true. It is a fascinating thing.”
Scholar Yu chuckled and put down the teacup.
“Now the Hanlin Academy will pay attention to you. Peng Hyeon-hwi.”
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“Should I be nervous?”
“Is your courage so weak that you get nervous at a friend's interest?”
Еn u.m ă
“The more friends, the better. I will thank you for the generous evaluation.”
“Excellent.”
I offered a deep bow to Scholar Yu and left his room.
It was not a matter I started with a light heart, but more than I thought.
The government and Confucian scholars of this country were certainly more outstanding.
……
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The dormitory of the Yanjing School was peaceful. Throwing the blood-stained clothes to Nang-rang, I walked leisurely in the dormitory garden.
‘It is a truly wonderful place.’
It was a beautiful garden that looked like they poured out gold coins by the box to create. Well-maintained pine trees were stylishly entangled. This was a scenery that could not be seen in the Peng Clan District, which had zero interest in artistic things.
Whenever I see places like this, I realize anew that I have fallen into medieval China. Along with the thought that I am the only one to preach right moral philosophy in this land of barbarians.
‘This is the burden of a modern person. It must be something like the fate of a possessor…….’
“You are very relaxed for someone who smashed five aristocratic brats, Peng Clan Young Master?”
W е bn̆о́vë l̈ Ё n̊ũ m̀а
In the quiet garden where the full moon rose, a kid was looking at me and snickering.
“Did you come to pick a fight too?”
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“No, I came because it was fascinating. Nice to meet you, Peng Hyeon-hwi.”
The kid dressed in a snow-white round-collared robe (silk everyday clothes) waved his hand at me.
Snow-white skin where even veins could be seen, as if he had never been exposed to sunlight in his life, a sharp nose, and even big eyes. He was a bright-eyed kid who could be believed to be a girl if only his clothes were changed.
“I am Cheon U-rin. Even if I look like this, my uncle is serving as the Hanlin Academy Assistant Censor-in-Chief (Assistant to the Grand Scholar), so do not take out your fist first.”
We b̄_ńoṽ el̆ Е n̊ u m а̄
“Tears are welling up now that I finally meet a Confucian student who knows etiquette.”
“Those guys were indeed a bit immature.”
The kid, who was annoyingly pretty, even chuckled maturely as if he weren't a kid himself.
I was deeply moved as it felt like I had finally met a peer I could communicate with.
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“Lucky.”
Nephew of an Assistant Censor-in-Chief.
Е̂ ñ ǔm а̇.ǐ d
If it is an Assistant Censor-in-Chief, he is a high-ranking official positioned almost at the top of the lower-senior ranks based on the Joseon bureaucracy standards. It is a position for promotion with a very high possibility of entering the Cabinet later.
If I can solidify a friendship with a kid from such a family on the first day of admission, I couldn't ask for more.
“Let's get along well from now on.”
“Huh? Ahaha, that's really funny. Aren't you leaving in less than three months anyway?”
“Does that mean we can't be friends just because we'll only see each other for three months and stop?”
“No, it's just funny. Usually, guys here don't talk like this. Let's get along, Hyeon-hwi. The time left until the Dongsaengsi won't be boring.”
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Cheon U-rin laughed loudly, dusted off his white sleeves, and stood up.
……
When I returned to my dormitory, Nang-rang brought a letter. That letter, wrapped in purple cover paper, was quite familiar to my eyes.
It was natural if one considered it natural. Because it was something delivered to me once a month without fail for this past half-year.
“Please read it quickly and write a reply too.”
“What reply?”
W̊e b̂n o v̀е̌l̈ .Е n u ḿ а
I smirked and took the letter. As I opened the letter from which the scent of irises faintly seeped out, familiar handwriting was visible. Somewhat crooked characters that were still clumsy and immature appeared.
[Are you well, Sir?]
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Unlike a child.
It seems this rascal, who acted like she couldn't even write her own name, has come to write letters pressing down hard like this before I knew it.
I was deeply moved by the brushstrokes improving little by little every time I saw them.
As expected, there are no bad dogs in the world.
Е́ n̂ǔ m а
[The days in the Heavenly Mountains are peaceful today as well. It seems cold winds would be starting to blow in Shuntian Prefecture by now. Please take care of your attire, Sir.]
Honestly, it was to the point where I wondered if someone ghostwrote it.
[I heard the news that you had a small achievement recently, Sir. I too am trying to govern my internal energy like you, Sir, though I am lacking. Writing like this, it makes me smile as it feels like the days when we studied together even from ten thousand li away.]
In my view, it seems correct that someone ghostwrote it.
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[As always, I am waiting for your reply, Sir. However, if you are busy, Sir, looking from afar will suffice. Hoping you are well, I conclude this short letter containing my deep heart.]
[Im Hwa-yeong, looking down at the Heavenly Mountains where summer is ending.]
Ӗ n̆ ù ṁă. ї d̃
“I wonder if this makes sense.”
“What is?”
“She was a kid who originally couldn't even speak well, so there is no way she could write a letter like this. It has only been three years.”
“Oh my, isn't there a saying that a scholar becomes new even if you don't see them for just a day?”
“Is that the right saying for a time like this?”
I chuckled grumpily and folded the letter. The purple letter remained at my fingertips like a flower petal blooming. For some reason, it felt like the scent of irises imbued in the letter remained faintly on my hand, so I felt good.
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I had raised a young child who lived like a beast into a respectable civilized person through right moral philosophy.
‘This is educational volunteering.’
Practicing a concept that didn't exist in this era. Because this is exactly the virtue of a possessor.
Sending out the fussing Nang-rang, I went to bed with satisfaction.
……
At the reply that didn't arrive that month either, Im Hwa-yeong sent the twenty-sixth ghostwriting teacher to the mines and began writing the letter again. The twenty-seventh ghostwriting teacher entered the Young Patriarch's pavilion trembling with a pale face.
Wе́ b̀.ňо vе̌ĺ. Еn̈üm̀а̊
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