Chapter 142: Xi Moongqing (3)

The Demonic Cult’s patrol envoy comes to deliver an ultimatum!

Of course, no matter how much they were enemies, there was no harming of envoys.

Moreover, the recipient was the Murim Alliance, the headquarters of the Orthodox Murim.

Rather, they had to protect the patrol envoy carrying the ultimatum from being attacked.

It was necessary to avoid giving the Orthodox Murim a pretext for vilely harming an envoy.

Thus, the Murim Alliance Masters dispatched for this purpose surrounded and watched over the envoy from an awkward distance, unable to get too close as they couldn’t associate with those dirty Demonic Cult bastards, providing both surveillance and escort.

In this way, the Demonic Cult’s infamous black ebony carriage, surrounded by a layer of Masters, crossed the Central Plains, with eyewitness accounts spreading all the way to the Murim Alliance.

And in front of the Murim Alliance headquarters...

There was already a sea of people who had come to watch.

Even a Murim tournament wouldn’t have drawn such a crowd.

However, although no one said it out loud, everyone had a general sense of what the Demonic Cult’s patrol envoy’s ultimatum would be.

A final ultimatum!

An ultimatum refers to a diplomatic letter sent from one power to another.

Among these, the very last, final ultimatum is precisely that - a final ultimatum, meaning “There’s no need for dialogue anymore, let’s have a go at each other.”

This implied an important fact for the Murim Alliance.

How confident must those Demonic Cult bastards be to declare war and come charging in!

If those who usually gathered their forces and struck with surprise attacks were now giving advance notice...

However, the power of the Orthodox Murim was also at its peak.

Since the Celestial Martial Emperor, the level of martial arts in the Orthodox Murim had been reaching new heights every day, so even if the wicked Demonic Cult came charging in now, they would rise up valiantly to face them.

In front of the Murim Alliance’s main gate, the Alliance’s key figures lined up in a row, holding their weapons.

This was the Murim Alliance headquarters, imbued with the spirit of the Orthodox Faction.

It was a display meant to show that they couldn’t allow the filthy Demonic Cult’s spawn into the Murim Alliance.

One might say this was all unnecessary.

However, in the Central Plains, a matter of face was as important as life itself.

The Demonic Cult’s black ebony carriages appeared through the crowd of onlookers.

An ominous murmur spread in waves.

“Halt!”

A lion’s roar imbued with Buddhist merit resounded loudly.

The pure energy, one which almost seemed to exterminate demons, that the Inner Light Master of Shaolin had honed through a lifetime of martial studies spread widely. Ř

It was a kind of psychological warfare.

It had an effect; the ominous murmuring noise suddenly stopped.

Admiration for Shaolin, saying they were indeed worthy of being called the head of the Orthodox Murim, briefly followed before subsiding.

Then, what the emboldened people did next was jeering and criticism.

“How dare the Demonic Cult’s evil spawn invade here!”

“Boo! Get out, you Demonic Cult bastards!”

“Did you think the Orthodox Murim would be intimidated by this? Justice always prevails!”

Amidst this, the patrol envoy finally raised the ultimatum high and shouted.

“While wishing for your Alliance’s eternal glory, on behalf of the Divine Cult’s Supreme, I announce to the virtuous experts of the Murim Alliance!”

“...?”

“...?”

For a moment, silence hung in the air.

Everyone blinked with expressions that seemed to ask, “What did I just hear?”, looking around at each other for confirmation, but all wore equally dumbfounded expressions.

At least this confirmed that they hadn’t misheard.

“The new Divine Cult’s Supreme wishes to erase old grudges and hatred, and see an end to the long-standing animosity! To this end, we open the doors of the Divine Cult and seek reconciliation, hoping to break free from the chain of sorrow where hatred begets hatred and pain begets pain, and instead sing joyful songs together under the heavens!”

Oh shit, we’ve been had.

The Murim Alliance warriors broke out in a cold sweat.

If they had welcomed the patrol envoy inside the Alliance, it might have been different, but if they sought reconciliation in broad daylight in front of people from all over the Central Plains, the Alliance had no choice but to accept.

The Murim Alliance needed the Demonic Cult to attack first to have justification. As protectors of peace and tranquility in the Central Plains, they couldn’t refuse and declare that reconciliation was unnecessary and that they wanted war.

From the beginning, hiding their true intentions and disguising it as if they were going to deliver a final ultimatum was all a ploy for this purpose.

The warriors uselessly racked their supposedly good brains.

It was a characteristic of clever people.

But what was the true intention behind this?

If what they truly wanted was peace, this could become a historic moment where one of Murim’s long-standing troubles disappeared.

As they were crossing Divine Maiden Peak like this, something small suddenly ran up and threw itself into an embrace.

“Ack! I hurt my chest, you know? Don’t rub your face on the wound, please?”

“Gasp.”

It was an unfamiliar face.

But it was a little one wearing a Second-Grade Disciple training uniform, whose crown just reached a bit below the collarbone when hugging.

While Qing was tall for a woman, standing just two finger-widths short of six chi (5’9.4”), even considering that, not reaching the collarbone was still quite small.

There was only one person in the Divine Maiden Sect who fit that description.

“Oooh. Jangmyeongie. You’ve become very pretty. I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Heuheut.”

Jin Jangmyeong made a strange laughing sound.

Qing looked her up and down and exclaimed in admiration.

“Oooh. What’s this? Are you around the Early Stage First-Rate Realm now?”

“Hehehehe.”

At this, Jin Jangmyeong put her hands on her hips and acted smug.

Qing continued speaking.

“A mere First-Rate nobody shouldn’t be blocking a Peak Realm Master’s chest. Won’t you move aside? Go play with other Early Stage First-Rate novices. Oh no, I might catch the First-Rate disease. Shoo, shoo. Go away.”

“Tch.”

Jin Jangmyeong’s face soured.

As Qing chuckled and opened her arms again, Jin Jangmyeong hesitated and asked.

“Which side is hurt? Left? Right?”

“Left.”

“Okay.”

Jin Jangmyeong threw herself into an embrace again.

Qing let out another short scream.

“Ack! That’s the left side. It just barely healed, and now it’s going to split again.”

“What? You said left, didn’t you?”

“It’s my left, you know? Not when you’re looking at me.”

“Then you should have said so.”

“When someone asks if your left or right arm is hurt, do you answer based on their left? You’re saying such stupid things even after so long has passed since we’ve met.”

“Hmph.”

“Alright. Now let go. The law is strict, and minors shouldn’t be clinging like this.”

“...? I’ve been an adult since we first met.”

“To me, men and women are the same. It starts from the age of twenty. Jangmyeongie, you’re eighteen this year? Two years left.”

“One year and one month. This year is almost over.”

For reference, in Chinese coming of age, men were considered adults at twenty, the age of capping, while women were just fifteen. Literally only fifteen years old.

When a man was fifteen, they were told to set their mind on learning and told them to “Embrace Learning,” but for women at fifteen, forget learning, they were just told to hurry up and have children and were considered adults.

This was how things were in the Central Plains, which was why Ximen Surin was so indignant and wrote down countless legendary anecdotes of women’s struggles.

Then she looked at Tang Nanah and asked.

“Who’s this?”

Thunk.

Qing lightly flicked her forehead.

“What kind of manners are those towards a guest? This thing is Tang Nanah. She’s one of the Five Great Beauties of Murim, and also, um, a physician.”

“Hey! How can you call a person ‘this thing’. Uh, hello? Junior Daoist?”

“Five Great Beauties?”

Jin Jangmyeong looked at Tang Nanah’s face, then at Qing’s face, then checked Tang Nanah’s face again, and then looked at Qing’s face with a snort and raised one corner of her mouth crookedly.

“Hey! What’s that, you little thing! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hmph.”

Qing suddenly recalled an old memory at this sight.

Come to think of it, this Jangmyeong brat has been a little shit with no manners since the beginning.

I forgot because she acted so docile after entering the Divine Maiden Sect.

Well, maybe she just had severe anxiety when it came to strangers or something.