The RoFan Novel Fan Has Reincarnated Into A Martial Arts Novel-Chapter 8

Yeon returned to her lodging and changed her clothes. She had worked up a sweat after beating up the perverted monk. She also took the time to freshen up.

Even in this era, face powders existed. Called baekbun, they were primarily used to make one’s complexion appear fairer, but there were also techniques to highlight the forehead and bridge of the nose to make the face look smaller.

Additionally, people used ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) charcoal-based pencils to draw their eyebrows and applied red pigments to their lips and cheeks. Each method had its own effects, but Yeon was careful not to overdo it. After all, Hwang Bo Yeon’s beauty was already flawless.

As a final touch, she adorned herself with jade earrings. This wasn’t just makeup—it was armor. She couldn’t step onto a battlefield full of nationally renowned socialites without a weapon.

"Now, let’s see whose gun has the most firepower. Hehe."

Yeon flashed a meaningful smile, making So Jin’s eyes sparkle.

"My lady, you look absolutely stunning..."

With an expression akin to a devoted fangirl admiring her idol, So Jin followed Yeon toward the battlefield.

****

Finding Jigak Hall wasn’t difficult. They simply walked toward the building Hyeon-oh had pointed out.

As Yeon and So Jin approached the entrance, the doors suddenly burst open. Two identical-looking men stormed out, fuming with anger, followed by a girl with her head hung low.

"What’s this about?"

As they passed by, the girl lifted her head slightly. Her wide eyes met Yeon’s.

"U-Unnie?!"

"Huh?"

Who is this?

Yeon hesitated for a moment before digging into Hwang Bo Yeon’s memories. She quickly identified the girl—Tang Soso, the youngest daughter of the Sichuan Tang Clan.

"Tang Soso?"

"Yeon Unnie..."

Very few people in the martial world would address Hwang Bo Yeon that way. Yeon finally recalled—Tang Soso had been something close to a friend to Hwang Bo Yeon. Among the countless young martial elites, she had been the only one.

"Soso! You’re here too?"

Since she had no bad memories of the girl, Yeon greeted her with a warm smile. However, Tang Soso only looked flustered.

"Y-Yes... I am..."

Just then, one of the two men ahead snapped impatiently.

"Soso! What are you doing? Hurry up!"

"S-Sorry, Brother!"

Tang Soso hurriedly ran toward him, though she cast a regretful glance at Yeon before leaving.

Yeon briefly looked at the man who had scolded her. Was he the eldest or the second son of the Tang Clan? It was hard to tell since they were twins.

So those must be the Tang Twin Jades.

The Tang Clan’s twin brothers were known for their exceptional skills, earning them the title Tang Twin Jades. Unfortunately, in the middle of the novel, they would later be known as the Twin Demons (Shuang Mo). But for now, that was a future yet to unfold.

As Yeon was lost in thought, one of the twins let out a sharp "Hmph!" and turned away roughly.

"What’s with that moody teenage boy reaction?"

Shrugging, Yeon resumed walking. Whatever fate awaited the Tang Twin Jades, she had no way of knowing. And frankly, there was nothing she could do about it at this moment.

Right now, my focus should be on the social gathering.

****

Finally, they arrived at the entrance of Jigak Hall. Yeon stood before the tightly shut doors, steadying her breath.

"So Jin-ah, are you ready?"

"Huh?"

"You know... what I asked you to do earlier, on the path."

At Yeon’s quiet reminder, So Jin let out a small sigh.

"Do I really have to...?"

"Why? You can’t do it?"

"It’s not that... It’s just that I’ve never heard of anyone doing this before..."

"Just this once, So Jin-ah. Please? It’s my wish."

Yeon’s pleading gaze locked onto So Jin. Technically, So Jin was Yeon’s servant. No matter how close they were, this kind of request was understandably burdensome.

"F-Fine. I’ll do it, just stop looking at me like that, my lady."

"Really?! You swear? Thank you, So Jin-ah! I’ll never forget this!"

Yeon made a grand declaration of gratitude while So Jin let out another deep sigh. Finally, squeezing her eyes shut, she reached for the doors of Jigak Hall.

Creaaak.

Inside, the warmly lit hall was filled with a considerable number of people. Judging by their appearances and attire, every single one of them belonged to a prestigious family.

Feeling the weight of their stares, So Jin instinctively shrank. But it was too late to back down now.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she cleared her throat awkwardly. Then, summoning every ounce of courage, she opened her mouth.

"T-The esteemed lady of the Hwang Bo Family! Lady Hwang Bo Yeon has arrived!"

"Pfft!"

Someone spat out their drink.

And at last, Yeon crossed the threshold of Jigak Hall.

Swish.

With graceful, measured steps, she entered. Her delicate shoulders trembled ever so slightly as her long, jet-black hair cascaded down. The upper portion was pinned elegantly with a golden hairpiece, ensuring it didn’t fall out of place.

Her snow-white, petite face was perfectly framed—her delicate features arranged with meticulous precision. A sharp yet petite nose, soft lips, and large, expressive eyes that shimmered like morning dew. The deep crimson of her robe provided a striking contrast, enhancing her air of mystery and allure.

Yes. This is exactly what I wanted. A flawless introduction. Well done, So Jin.

The romance fantasy dream she never got to fulfill in her past life—she was making it happen now.

The atmosphere of Jigak Hall shifted instantly. The bizarre introduction was already forgotten.

"Ooooh..."

"Who is that young lady?"

"Where in the world did such a beauty come from...?"

Yeon absorbed every whisper directed at her, every murmur reaching her ears. Lowering her long lashes gracefully, she began strolling through the hall.

Hehehe. Feast your eyes, common folk. The Most Beautiful Woman in Shandong has arrived!

Despite the triumphant laughter echoing in her mind, outwardly, she covered her lips with delicate shyness.

"That kind of introduction is a little embarrassing, So Jin-ah. You can stop now. Fufu."

"Huh?! But my lady, you were the one who—"

"Come! Over here—!"

Yeon yanked So Jin’s arm, dragging her along like a broken puppet.

Now then, let’s check out the talent here.

Her sharp gaze scanned the hall. Her radar was set to all targets—male and female alike.

Not bad. They’ve brought some decent guns to this fight.

Of course, none could compare to her. If she were to use a metaphor, her weapon was a top-tier sniper rifle, whereas the others carried nothing more than BB guns—or, at best, handguns.

Countless eyes landed on her—admiration, envy, attraction, and jealousy mingled together.

Among them, one woman in particular sent her a fierce glare. But instead of being intimidated, Yeon simply smiled.

Her composed, confident smile was a bullet fired straight at her target.

"Hmph."

Bang!

"Hrk...!"

The woman who had been glaring at Yeon staggered as if she had actually been shot. Yeon smirked and shook her head.

"Tsk tsk. How do you expect to take me down with just a handgun?"

At that moment, while all eyes were on her, someone entered her range. This time, it was someone wielding at least a rifle.

"Hwang Bo Yeon? What are you doing here?"

The rifle-wielder, smiling playfully, was Namgung Jihyeon, a daughter of the Namgung Family. Despite not recalling any past conversations with her, Yeon noticed she was speaking informally, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

That little detail annoyed Yeon slightly, and she silently observed Namgung Jihyeon.

Perhaps because she carried the blood of Namgung, one of the four great noble families, there was a semblance of elegance in her posture. It was still somewhat unrefined, likely due to her youth, but it wasn’t a flaw in itself. However...

"Hey, are you deaf?"

Namgung Jihyeon’s voice sharpened.

Yes. This was the problem. The entitled attitude of treating others as beneath her. That unshakable confidence, backed by an aristocratic lineage, that noble children always seemed to have.

Yeon curled her lips into a crooked smile. Memories of Namgung Jihyeon flooded her mind. A reckless brat who threw her weight around just because of her family name. A spoiled girl who treated other noble daughters like her personal handmaidens.

In modern terms, she was a school bully. A high-ranking one at that, backed by the Namgung Family. If bullies had tiers, she would be at the very top.

Finishing her assessment, Yeon slowly spoke.

"How bold."

"What?"

"You haven't actually achieved anything yourself, though."

"What did you just say?"

"Oh, never mind. It’s nothing."

Yeon waved a dismissive hand as if shooing away a pesky fly and started to walk away.

"...Hey."

The voice behind her was low and controlled. Yeon stopped and chuckled.

"Wow. She really is a classic school bully."

In her past life, Yeon had beaten up plenty of bullies. Beatings, group attacks—it never worked against her. Even when they called in older boys from all-male schools, she took them all down.

In other words, a school bully from another world had just picked a fight with a modern-day bully hunter.

"What is it?"

Hiding her predatory claws, Yeon turned back with a dazzling smile. Her expression was radiant, yet the air between them grew ice-cold. The chill spread across the entire hall.

"I asked you a question. What did you just say?"

"And if you ask, I have to answer?"

"Hah."

Namgung Jihyeon glanced around as if seeking validation from her group. It wasn't hesitation—rather, it was the look of someone gathering witnesses. novelbuddy.cσ๓

It was the same look as "Oh my God, guys, can you believe what this girl just said?"

Her lips curled.

"I heard you defeated the Paeng Family’s second son in a duel. Is that why you're acting like this?"

"Wow, she already heard about that? Gossip spreads fast."

"You put some half-wit in his place, and now you think you're something special? What, trying to start a new life?"

"Yeah, actually, I am."

"But what are you going to do? Everyone here already knows. We all know what kind of person you are, Hwang Bo Yeon. Did you already forget how you ran away in embarrassment at the last gathering?"

Several people around them laughed in agreement. They were the usual lackeys who followed Namgung Jihyeon around.

Yeon had seen enough of this nonsense.

"Hey."

"Hey?!"

Namgung Jihyeon’s eyebrows shot up. Yeon had called her "hey" because Namgung Jihyeon had done it first. Classic double standards.

"Yeah. Hey."

Yeon took a step toward her. Namgung Jihyeon seemed momentarily caught off guard but quickly lifted her chin, as if trying to maintain her dignity under the weight of the onlooking crowd.

Without hesitation, Yeon leaned in closer. At the sudden pressure, Namgung Jihyeon’s pupils wavered.

And then, in a low voice, Yeon uttered the words that shattered the world.

"You... who even are you?"

For approximately three seconds, there was dead silence.

An eternity passed in those three seconds, and Namgung Jihyeon’s face went through quite a spectacle. The arrogant smirk crumbled, her complexion went from pale to red to purple, and she looked seconds away from literal steam bursting from her head.

"H-Hwang Bo Yeon, how dare you...?!"

Yeon watched her with delight, already contemplating her next move.

1. Namgung Jihyeon, blinded by rage, raises her hand to slap Yeon.

2. Unlikely, but she formally challenges Yeon to a duel.

"The first option is more probable."

Honestly, Yeon didn’t care either way. She waited leisurely for Namgung Jihyeon to make her move.

And then—

Creak.

The doors of Jigak Hall swung open, and an unfamiliar man stepped inside.

With his mere presence, he seized the attention of everyone in the room. Yeon, Namgung Jihyeon—who had been on the verge of exploding—and even So Jin, who had been standing near the entrance, all stared blankly at him.

"Aah..."

The man was so stunningly handsome that modern celebrities might as well retire.

Sharp, elongated eyes, a perfectly sculpted nose, and well-defined lips. If there were an Eastern god of beauty, he would look like this. And yet, the sharp angles of his brow bone and his pronounced T-zone lent him an almost exotic appearance.

Beneath his deep brow ridge, his dark brown eyes carried a shadowed intensity. Yeon felt as though she had seen that eye color before. There was something oddly familiar about him. But the distant, indifferent look in his gaze offset any feeling of familiarity.

He was a man of many contradictions.

Then, after a momentary pause, he began to walk. His long black hair, loosely tied at the back, swayed gently with each step. His untamed bangs slid over his forehead, yet somehow, even that was breathtaking.

Yeon had heard of legendary beauties—Song Ok, Ban An—but right now, she wasn’t thinking about them.

No. Right now, she was thinking that this man looked exactly like someone she knew.

A strained, breathy murmur escaped her lips.

"Elond...?"