âCustomer? Whatâs wrong, yong?â
âOh, itâs nothing.â
Qing gently put down the book.
It was extremely suspicious that not just any other color, but a Gold Martial Art suddenly appeared.
The secret manual merchant, Divine Thief, narrowed his eyes.
But since his eyes were already narrow to begin with, narrowing them further didnât make any meaningful change that others would notice.
It was suspicious how someone who had been carelessly skimming titles and tossing books aside suddenly carefully put one down with proper posture.
âHmm? Whatâs wrong, yong? Ah, Shadowless Spring Wind, yong. To recognize this, you have an amazing eye, yong!â
âRecognize what? I didnât even open it.â
âDid you notice something, yong? Itâs the legendary erotic art1 collection by Master Artist Geum, yong. You recognized it, yong! Here, take a look at this, yong. How is it, isnât it lewd, yong?â
The Divine Thief opened the book and thrust it forward.
An explicit depiction of an intense lovemaking scene between intertwined men and women was spread across both pages.
The Divine Thief expected one of two reactions.
Either seriously looking for the mantra, or blushing and not knowing what to do out of embarrassment.
But Qingâs reaction was neither.
âThis art style is way too old-fashioned Eastern. Youâd need quite a lot of imagination to get excited by this.â
Well, of course it was old-fashioned Eastern since this was, in fact, the ancient East.
âWhat does Sworn Sister think?â
âHow can you insert it while holding both knees? The thing would have to be over a foot long... Besides, your knees would be shattered like that. Unusable.â
âHmm, customers, donât you feel anything, yong?â
âNot particularly?â
The Divine Thief drooped his shoulders in disappointment.
Then he mumbled something under his breath, which Qing, wary of the unidentified Unrestrained Realm Master, understood.
âStrange. I thought she recognized it. Maybe not. Fuck me, Iâll die of old age before finding a successor,â he said.
Qing immediately thought:
Ah. I shouldnât stay here any longer.
Qing fiddled with the books to pass time.
While it wasnât good to stay here, she thriftily checked if there might be other martial arts manuals.
Unfortunately, there didnât seem to be any more proper secret manuals.
Meanwhile, whether due to Qingâs advertising effect or not, the merchant forcibly sold a few more books, earning gold sycees for nothing.
Seeing that, being a successor didnât seem so bad.
If it werenât for my master, would I have become a successor?
But what does being a successor mean?
Successor to an unscrupulous merchant?
Judging by the Righteous Karma, he doesnât seem like a bad person, but due to the forced sales, the number has decreased by two since I first saw it.
âItâs been one ke, right? Can I go now?â
âWant to stay one more ke, yong? Iâll give you double, yong.â
âThatâs still just four coins...â
âThen ten times?â
âThatâs only twenty, hmm. Twenty for one ke isnât bad, but I have some business to attend to. If I have time after, I might drop by again.â
âAlright, yong. Thanks to you, I sold quite a bit, yong. Here. Iâm in a good mood, yong. Itâs a bonus, yong.â
The Divine Thief flicked a coin.
âCome on, I wouldnât even give a beggar just one coin. If youâre going to spend, spend big. Youâre just wasting precious coins and getting cursed at.â
âIf you know coins are precious, youâll soon be rich, yong. Take care, yong!â
The Divine Thief pretended to wave goodbye.
Only after the three disappeared into the crowd did he mutter quietly.
âA Peerless Beauty Under Heaven with the Bokshinjeok. Was that her servant behind her?â
The coin the Divine Thief gave had a special tracking scent on it, allowing him to track from afar once someone had held it.
In the black market where prices were inflated and everything was expensive, there was no need to use coins, so if they didnât throw it away, it wouldnât flow to others.
From their conversation, she didnât seem like someone who would throw away coins.
âBut the Bokshinjeok, is it. Itâs a treasure no Divine Thief in history has ever possessed.â
âThe price of a life, hehe, now I see youâre quite the noble. Iâve been in this business for a while, so youâll have to pay quite handsomely.â
âOh? How much?â
Big Scar should have looked carefully at Qingâs expression.
Her pupils contracted, and a faint purple sinister energy rose from their center, looking extremely vicious.
Along with her mouth split wide open to her ears, it was an utterly ferocious expression.
âFirst, enough for me to get away- Ack!!â
Big Scar, who had been speaking obsequiously, suddenly screamed.
When youâre kicked between the legs and float about a zhang in the air, anyone would stop mid-sentence and scream.
This was the lineage-ending strike of the Absolute Witch that all the soldiers of Sichuan feared, and even those who had witnessed it directly still couldnât sleep at night due to the psychological trauma.
Big Scar, who had risen vertically, fell vertically according to basic scientific facts.
Qing grabbed Big Scarâs ankle as he fell and crushed it in her grip.
âArgh!!!â
âYouâre overreacting. Just because your balls burst and your ankle got crushed, you scream like that? Are you even a man? Just cut off your dick, why donât you. Hm? Wait. Maybe you are not a man anymore?â
âKeurk, keueurk.â
âNot coming to your senses? I was going to leave you one side, but I guess not. Itâs much better to hop on one leg than to be completely crippled, right?â
Qing said as she kicked Big Scarâs back repeatedly while he clutched his groin and curled up.
However, he was in such pain that he couldnât even properly feel the crushed ankle, so how could he come to his senses after just a few dozen kicks?
Thatâs when it happened.
With a loud patter of footsteps and rustling of clothes, martial artists dressed in custom-made black clothes surrounded Qing.
âWhat is this! How dare you cause trouble in the black market!â
âDare? Are you serving the Emperor or something? Whatâs with the âdareâ from mere night market organizers?â
Their martial prowess was mediocre, with a few First-Rate and two Peak Realm mixed in, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
âYou say youâll put up a hefty bounty? Go ahead. My name is Un Yeonyoung of the Jin Prefectureâs Un Clan. Also, this girl has nothing to do with this.â
âHuh? Sworn Sister, but.â
âItâs okay. I have a plan. Anyway, they just watched, so theyâre not involved, right? Now, Sunyoung, step aside for a moment. Give me the flute. Namen, youâve finished your business too, so youâre free. Go.â
Gyeon Pohee hesitated but eventually drooped her shoulders and walked away.
Surprisingly, the black market warriors stepped aside willingly, either because they were reluctant to put up multiple bounties or because they were following rules.
If they hadnât let her go, Sworn Sister was about to become Ximen Qing, disciple of the Zenith Among Women, but it seems that wasnât necessary.
âAlright. Now that business is done, get lost. I have something to discuss with this guy. Hm. Hey. Are you not coming to your senses yet?â
âKheuk, you crazy, crazy bitch. To pick a fight with the Black Store...â
âRight, this Un Yeonyoung is a crazy person. So if you had spilled everything for ten gold sycees, you wouldnât have become a eunuch. I really donât understand. Receiving ten gold sycees vs. becoming a eunuch. And you choose the latter.â
âYou bitch, you are now a dead person wal- Argh!!â
Qing stomped on Big Scarâs hand.
With the subtlety of the Heavenly Demon Reigning Step applied, the sensation of the joints under her foot crumbling like sand was indescribably ecstatic.
At this, a black market warrior shouted angrily.
âSt-Stop! What are you doing!â
âI donât want to. Arenât you going to put up a bounty anyway? So why should I stop here? Will you cancel the bounty if this Un Yeonyoung stops here?â
âYou really look down on the Black Store, donât you!â
âYes, yes. This Un Yeonyoung really looks down on the Black Store. Why should the great Un Yeonyoung of the Jin Prefectureâs Un Clan be afraid of an organization that just gathers all sorts of dog-like bastards and dregs that need to turn into crotch beggars to run a night market?â
âHow dare you!!!â
âIf youâre pissed, come at me.â
At this, the black market warriors hesitated.
She was so blatantly picking a fight that it actually made them afraid to charge in.
âIf not, just watch.â
Qing waved her hand dismissively and then firmly stepped on the back of Big Scar, who was trying to slyly crawl away.
âSo, where did you sell that young man?â
âIâll talk! Iâll talk, so please spare my life...â
Only then did Qing smile and say:
âThatâs why I told you. That Iâd pay the price of a life.â
1. Erotic art can also be called "spring festival", hence the "Spring Wind".
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