I’m the Daughter of the Heavenly Demon

—If our daughter speaks cutely, I might think about it.

—How about gently massaging her shoulders?

Wi Yeonji was already exhausted by her father treating her like a child of only three years old.

She had hoped that being active in the cult’s martial unit might change things, but instead her father’s protection only grew more intense.

‘Right, let’s go to the Central Plains. I’ll take the Sun and Moon Divine Art manual and not come back until I’ve completed it in the Central Plains.’

There is only one way to break this reality, in which she is completely excluded as both a daughter and a successor among the cult’s martial artists.

If she returns after fully mastering the Sun and Moon Divine Art, even her father will have no choice but to acknowledge her as a martial artist.

And so, Wi Yeonji made a run for it(?).

***

No, but...

—A poor monk doesn’t care what your identity is. This poor monk just wants to... protect you.

—Are you injured anywhere, Captain?

—So that I can be together with you.

What are these men?

A long-haired bald monk and a Mount Hua martial artist who keeps chasing the daughter of the Heavenly Demon?

And why is the branch lord here too?!

Nobody said I needed protection!

I’m the daughter of the Heavenly Demon!