The RoFan Novel Fan Has Reincarnated Into A Martial Arts Novel-Chapter 6

After leaving Heavenly King Hall, Yeon returned to her room and immediately called for So Jin.

"So Jin! So Jin!"

"Yes, my lady?"

As always, So Jin, adorably quick on her feet, came running.

"I'm going to the Orthodox Martial Alliance Gathering this time. So, I’ll need you to prepare some outfits for me."

"Outfits?"

"It's been a while since I’ve gone out. I can't just dress plainly, can I?"

"Th-That's true..."

"Bring everything. If necessary, you can even buy more after speaking with Father."

Since the original Hwang Bo Yeon had never shown much interest in clothing, So Jin looked a little flustered. However, being the sharp girl she was, she quickly straightened up and ran off with a firm answer.

'You'll have to get used to this from now on, So Jin.'

Despite all this talk about the fate of the martial world, Yeon hadn’t forgotten her first and foremost goal upon reincarnation—becoming a lady.

Even though this was a martial arts world, it wasn’t an impossible dream. The Hwang Bo Family was practically a noble house within the martial world, wasn’t it? And since Hwang Bo Yeon was an only daughter, she could technically be considered a young lady. With that perfectly logical justification in place, Yeon clenched her fist.

"If it's not a romance fantasy, then I'll just become a lady here instead!"

Furthermore, she had no intention of looking inferior at the Orthodox Martial Alliance Gathering, where heirs of prestigious families gathered. Maybe she couldn't compete with sect leaders, but she sure as hell wasn't going to lose to fellow heirs of her generation.

To achieve that, establishing dominance was crucial. Fortunately, Hwang Bo Yeon had a powerful weapon for this very purpose—her dazzling beauty.

Until now, she had kept that weapon locked away, but things were different now. A poor, fashion-deprived soul from another world had taken over Hwang Bo Yeon's body.

"Heh heh heh... It's time to reveal the true worth of Shandong’s Number One Beauty. The hidden power none of you knew existed..."

Yeon’s lips curved into an elegant arc. The room echoed with her quiet, knowing laughter.

****

A few days later, a magnificent carriage departed from the Hwang Bo Family's main gate. The martial artists escorting it were also dressed in formal, refined attire to match.

Normally, the Hwang Bo Family valued modesty over extravagance. But today, they were displaying wealth and grandeur in a way that left onlookers stunned.

"What in the world is this?"

"I heard they're heading to the Martial Alliance Gathering."

"I've never seen a carriage like that from the Hwang Bo Family before. There's no way the Patriarch approved this."

The murmurs gradually died down as a new rumor spread—inside that luxurious carriage sat none other than the long-hidden daughter of the Hwang Bo Family.

"Ahh, that explains it! After all, no one in Shandong can match the Patriarch’s love for his daughter!"

In truth, all of this was Yeon's doing. She had pestered Hwang Bo Jeonggun until he reluctantly caved and allowed her to take the extravagant carriage.

Inside, Yeon was delightedly examining the clothing So Jin had prepared.

"Look at this, So Jin! It's so soft!"

"Yes, my lady. The Patriarch paid special attention to this. Of course, I also made sure to explain things well to him. Ahem."

"Good job. As expected, there's no one like my So Jin."

Yeon patted So Jin on the head as she blushed in embarrassment, then ran her fingers over the silk again.

Even if it wasn’t the extravagant dresses of a romance fantasy, there was a certain charm to these garments. An undeniable elegance unique to Eastern beauty.

"So this is what they mean by 'silken smooth'..."

She had also brought along an abundance of accessories to match. Every single one looked expensive and exquisite, fulfilling her long-suppressed materialistic desires.

For a moment, her past life flashed before her eyes—a time when she only ever wore training gear. Back then, she could only dream of dressing in such luxury.

Now, surrounded by silk and jewelry, she trembled with joy.

"Perfect..."

Everything was ready.

The Orthodox Martial Alliance Gathering—a place where the handsome and talented heirs of the martial world would gather.

'There, I shall unveil it. A beauty beyond anything you’ve ever seen. The goddess of elegance from the future!'

With the modern sense of aesthetics merged with Shandong’s number one beauty, losing wasn’t even an option.

Yeon could feel her heart pounding with excitement, but she forced herself to calm down.

"Deep breaths... It hasn’t even started yet."

To °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° cool down, she opened the carriage window, hoping the scenery would help settle her nerves.

As she gazed outside, So Jin spoke up unexpectedly.

"My lady, you’ll be meeting Yi Cheon-gang this time, won’t you?"

"Huh?"

The unexpected name made Yeon pause.

'Wait... Why didn’t I think of that before?'

Yi Cheon-gang was none other than the protagonist of The Martial World Supreme.

Up until now, Yeon had assumed that Hwang Bo Yeon was a minor side character who had no connection to the main story.

"He’s attending the gathering too?"

"Of course! If Young Lord Yi Cheon-gang isn’t there, then who would be?"

That made perfect sense. He was, after all, the Young Master of the strongest clan in the world.

'But wait... Did Yi Cheon-gang ever appear at the Martial Alliance Gathering? Why don’t I remember this part?'

It had to be one of two things: either Yeon had missed something, or she simply hadn’t read the novel carefully enough.

"Have you ever actually seen him in person?"

"Ah, how could someone like me ever meet him, my lady?"

So Jin’s disappointment was almost palpable. Yi Cheon-gang was canonically described as the most handsome man in the entire world. That explained her reaction.

Since Yeon herself wasn’t immune to good looks, her curiosity was piqued.

"Then what about rumors?"

"Oh, there are plenty! Let’s see..."

After taking a small breath, So Jin eagerly launched into her report, as if she had been waiting for this very moment.

"Just one look at him, and people can’t help but gasp! His face is said to rival Song Ok and Ban An, and his complexion is so clear that he doesn’t even look like a normal person."

Song Ok and Ban An? Those were probably legendary beauties from ancient China. Too bad Yeon had no idea what they actually looked like.

'Well, I guess it just means he’s ridiculously good-looking.'

So Jin continued enthusiastically.

"His eyes are sharp like a phoenix’s, his nose is so perfectly straight that people say the Supreme Deity must have sculpted it Himself, and he’s so tall that most women feel too small standing next to him."

"Really?"

"But my lady, you won’t have that problem! You’re quite tall yourself!"

So Jin’s cheeks flushed red, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Yeon, already giddy from imagining it.

Yeon knew exactly what kind of emotion that was. It was the same feeling you had when the prettiest girl in school was about to date a hot guy. You knew you didn’t stand a chance, but just imagining it happening to someone else was enough to make your heart race.

'Well... I can’t say I’m not excited...'

Even so, her favorite romance fantasy male lead, Ilond, kept flashing through her mind.

'No matter how handsome Yi Cheon-gang is, he can’t possibly compare to Ilond.'

Men like that only existed in 2D. The laws of reality simply wouldn’t allow them to exist in real life.

With that matter-of-fact conclusion, Yeon quickly pushed the thought of Yi Cheon-gang aside.

"Anyway, So Jin, you’ll have to help me out once we get to the Orthodox Martial Alliance Gathering."

"Me? Help with what, my lady?"

"Heh... You’ll see. Just do as I say."

"Yes!"

As always, So Jin responded cheerfully. Yeon, hiding her true intentions, smiled meaningfully.

****

The carriage arrived in Henan without any issues. The Orthodox Martial Alliance Gathering was being held at none other than Shaolin, the greatest and most revered martial sect in all of Zhongyuan.

Since the purpose of the gathering was to unite the martial world, Shaolin was the perfect venue, both in ideology and status.

On top of that, one of Shaolin’s youngest elite disciples had just completed his secluded training, so the timing was convenient for everyone.

On the way, Yeon picked up some gossip about him.

His Dharma name was Gongyeo, and he was apparently known as The Iron Arhat. From that title alone, it was clear that external martial arts were his specialty.

Inside the carriage, Yeon murmured to herself.

"I never thought I’d visit Shaolin in my lifetime."

The Shaolin Temple of her modern world had long since turned into a corporate empire. She even heard they had a CEO, and apparently, their abbot had an MBA. That said everything.

The only other memories she had of Shaolin were from variety shows, where celebrities would visit the temple, learn some surface-level martial arts, and do casual training experiences for entertainment.

While she was lost in thought, they had almost arrived.

Through the window, she spotted a massive stone statue standing by the roadside.

It depicted a muscular warrior monk in a prayer stance, his eyes meticulously carved with such sharp detail that they seemed alive.

"Oh..."

As a modern person, Yeon couldn’t help but admire it.

This was the real Shaolin Temple—a place that was vastly different from the one she had known.

A legendary monastery with a thousand years of history stood before her, welcoming a guest from another world.

****

Contrary to Yeon’s expectations, the carriage stopped near Songshan, just outside Shaolin Temple.

Women weren’t allowed inside the temple grounds due to its strict regulations.

"What kind of rule is that?"

Yeon was genuinely baffled, but Hwang Bo Jeonggun gently tried to console her.

"It’s not just us. All attendees of the Martial Alliance Gathering will be staying outside the temple."

"But why?"

"Think about it, Yeon. There are monks in Shaolin who have spent their entire lives in the temple. If they were suddenly forced to interact with women, wouldn’t that be difficult for them? Especially if they were to see a beauty like you... they’d be too troubled to sleep."

Hwang Bo Jeonggun, a doting father to the end, let out an awkward cough after revealing his bias too openly.

Yeon reluctantly nodded, though she still felt a little disappointed.

Just then, a small figure came rushing toward them from a distance.

A young boy, completely bald, with a round, shiny head, stopped in front of them.

"You must be the guests from the Hwang Bo Family. My name is Hyeon-oh, and I’ll be your guide."

With one hand, he pressed his palms together in greeting and gave a polite bow.

Yeon had to hold back the urge to pat his smooth, gleaming head—he was just as adorable as So Jin.

"Nice to meet you, Monk Hyeon-oh."

"Yes, benefactor."

The young novice monk’s face flushed bright red as he looked at Yeon.

However, Yeon noticed something peculiar—he seemed to be far more aware of So Jin than of herself.

In fact, he actively avoided looking in So Jin’s direction.

"The gathering officially starts in two days. However, this evening, there will be a social event for the young martial artists."

"Where will that be held?"

"At Jigak Hall, benefactor. Do you see that tallest building over there?"

Hyeon-oh pointed toward a high-roofed structure in the distance.

"Now, allow me to show you to your accommodations."

After another polite bow, Hyeon-oh began walking ahead.

As he watched the little monk’s retreating figure, Hwang Bo Jeonggun turned to Yeon and gestured.

"See, Yeon? Even a young monk is flustered around you."

"I don’t think I’m the reason for that."

"Hmm?"

Yeon didn’t bother explaining. Instead, she simply followed Hyeon-oh toward their lodgings.

When they arrived at the accommodations, So Jin suddenly spoke up.

"Excuse me, Monk Hyeon-oh. Is there a specific place to leave our luggage?"

It was a casual question, but Hyeon-oh visibly jolted, looking completely startled.

He probably hadn’t expected So Jin to talk to him directly.

His young, round cheeks turned scarlet in an instant, and he stammered.

"T-That would be over... t-there..."

"What about the restroom? Surely my lady has a designated area, right?"

"T-That’s also... over... t-there..."

"Where exactly?"

Impatient with Hyeon-oh’s vague gestures, So Jin leaned in closer to hear properly.

The moment she moved toward him, Hyeon-oh panicked and scrambled backward as if he had been electrocuted.

"L-Luggage is over there! The restroom is that way! There's another one to the south! Please rest well!"

He rattled off his words so quickly that it sounded like a rap battle, before immediately fleeing.

Though he wasn’t exactly running, his movements were too fast to be considered walking, making him look like he was power walking in a panic.

"Why is he acting like that all of a sudden?"

With an innocent expression, So Jin tilted her head in confusion, genuinely clueless.

She was adorable, but also incredibly dense.