Chapter 164: Black Market Commotion (4)

he was already a man who wouldn’t live long even if qing let him go, having become crippled in both legs and hands, and having sold out a customer.

big scar knew this fact too, but naturally, the crisis right in front of him was the most important.

that’s why qing deliberately acted even more cruelly.

it was a hint that if he defied her saying he was already a dead man anyway, she would create an even more terrible end for him.

“that young man is-“

“halt! you bastard, how dare you try to reveal client information when you’re registered as a black store member. kuk.”

there was someone trying to stop big scar’s mouth.

qing, who had confirmed his evil karma, threw her hairpin.

a first-rate black market warrior fell, clutching his neck.

three birds one chopstick is a third-rate hidden weapon technique that only throws straight without any other tricks.

but combined with superhuman strength and the inner qi contained in the throwing weapon, human bodies have no way to withstand it.

“is there anyone else who wants to talk? i’m sure you all have eyes, so you can see how many i have left in my hair, right?”

it’s not uncommon for women to use iron hairpins as hidden weapons.

however, it was unheard of for a thrown iron hairpin to not just stick in the neck but pierce through it and come out the other side.

two peak realm masters among the black market warriors exchanged glances, and one of them spoke.

“...do you have any more business in the black market?”

“no. if he hadn’t stopped me, i would have finished my business and left long ago.”

qing pointed at the fallen black market warrior.

then the black market warrior lowered his voice.

“the black store will remember this. a thousand gwan bounty will make assassins from all over the world, no, even those who aren’t assassins, go crazy. we’ll see how long you can last. un yeonyoung, was it? the fallen un clan of the jin prefecture’s lineage will end.”

and then saying “let’s go,” he left, and the other black market warriors followed with visibly relieved expressions.

they didn’t have confidence in winning if they charged in, and she didn’t seem like someone who would listen if they tried to stop her.

even if they won, since the black store wasn’t a force-based organization, each master was precious, so it would be a battle with more losses than gains.

so if they weren’t going to fight anyway, rather than stupidly just watching the violence, they judged it better to leave a stern warning and depart, creating a more plausible scene.

after that, she heard ban jagwon’s location and retrieved her hairpin.

then gyeon pohee came running.

“sworn sister, are you okay?”

“yeah.”

“what are you going to do now? if the bounty is a thousand gwan...”

“well, after killing a few assassins, they’ll realize their lives are precious and it’ll die down. just in case, it would be better for sworn sister to return to the seol family trading company.”

“can’t i stay with sworn sister? i’m a peak realm master now too.”

“then what about the old man’s grandson? either of you meet him and tell him that kid was bought by the dabie sect on the dabie mountains. tsk, those so-called orthodox factions buying slaves. but since they’re orthodox, he probably isn’t suffering too much.”

it seemed they bought him intending to raise him as the sect’s blacksmith since he knew how to work with metal.

and now, either the zhuge clan or the tang clan, or both together, were planning to go, so there shouldn’t be any problems after this.

“then, what about sworn sister?”

“i’ll just lay low for a couple of months and then go to kaifeng in time for the murim conference. it would be good to report this incident to master too. i’ll ask you to do that.”

“because i’m weak and can’t help...”

qing grinned.

“this is you helping, you know? what else could be of help? do you have to stand back to back with me and break through, leaving a trail of blood, to call it help? without sworn sister in the morning, i’d have to dress and wash alone, ah, just thinking about it is annoying.”

“yeah...”

qing held out her hand without erasing her smile.

gyeon pohee made a tearful face and grasped that hand.

then qing spoke.

“no, what? why are you holding my hand? i’m asking for the face veil. the face veil.”

“ah, right.”

qing, who received the face veil, leapt up swiftly.

she jumped up with the anti-gravity steps of the divine maiden footwork, stepping on the poles that held up the temporary tents of the night market, and flew away with the thousand li flight.

her speed was so amazing that even a master of qinggong would find it difficult to catch up.

it was an escape speed even ximen surin acknowledged.

in fact, she said if qing was determined to run, those who would be able to chase her could be counted on one hand in the world.

***however, she said they could be counted on one hand.

she didn’t say there were none.

“no, i’m asking how her eyes, nose, and mouth look!”

“well. her eyes are large and clear, beautiful, her nose is straight and flawless, beautiful, and her mouth is small and red-“

“beautiful, you say?”

“yes, that’s right.”

“ugh. next!”

but they were all the same.

if asked to describe her eyes, nose, and mouth separately, they’d say pretty, if asked about her characteristics, they’d say pretty, if asked about her impression, they’d say pretty again.

the listeners were all curious about what kind of beauty she could be.

so when the black market mobilized all their painters to draw wanted posters, everyone cried out that the pictures couldn’t do her justice.

even in qing’s homeland, the reliability of facial composites made only from testimony without video was quite low, so how much worse must it be in the central plains?

finally, when something that looked somewhat similar came out, now began the hellish copying process.

of course, there was a method called printing.

the central plains is the birthplace of human printing technology!

ever since a person named bi sheng commercialized clay printing technology for the first time in human history, the central plains has exerted its dignity as the originating country of printing technology.

there’s a strong suspicion that they probably made the first metal movable type as well, but due to the double attack of the cultural revolution and the backyard furnace1, not a single piece of physical evidence remained, so it wasn’t recognized.

thanks to this, the honor of inventing the first metal movable type went to the korean people.

surprisingly, both the cultural revolution and the backyard furnace were achievements of a single human being, and because of this, he was ranked second among the most respected figures by the chinese people even in modern times.

since the first place is always occupied by living power and the dead cannot intrude, he was essentially first place.

anyway, even with such excellent printing technology in the central plains, it was still primitive compared to modern times, so the portrait was too delicate to be produced with woodblock printing.

for now, they were copying and distributing as they were completed, but the number was woefully insufficient.

moreover, bounty hunters and assassins were tearing off the papers with the portraits drawn on them and hiding them in their bosoms, wanting to eat alone.

so in the end, only the wanted news spread widely.

very pretty top-class beauty un yeonyoung of the jin prefecture’s un clan in the central plains (virginity unknown).

ten thousand gwan of gold if captured alive!

and so, the result.

“oh my. there’s a bitter poison scent in the tea? xinpa, do you have some grudge against me?”

un yeonyoung said, sipping her tea.

the old woman who was about to place her next move on the go board withdrew her delicate hand with a start.

“...what did you say?”

un yeonyoung rolled the tea in her mouth, tasting it, then swallowed with a gulp.

“mmmmmmm. this taste is dream soul incense. my goodness, am i some kind of daxiang? this isn’t an amount you can sleep soundly for fifty years, is it?”

in central plains language, elephants were called “daxiang.”

xinpa, a great demonic adept even among the demonic adepts, who in turn were among the demonic adepts that jianghu people called the white hand demonic sect, became enraged.

“how dare some bitch...!”

and so, she gathered all the household members of the estate to have a time of contemplating the truth together.

since water and fire always know the answer, it wasn’t long before the culprit confessed their sin.

“i, i have committed a mortal sin. i was blinded by money and...”

“money, you say. did someone hire for an assassination?”

“the black store put out a wanted notice, and the amount is as much as ten thousand gwan...”

at this, xinpa turned to look at un yeonyoung.

“you bitch, what trick did you pull on the black store?”

“you know, even if you say what trick i have pulled... i’ve done so many things, i’m not sure. perhaps i underestimated the black store too much. those insignificant creatures somehow managed to identify me. excuse me, would-be assassin? are you certain it was me?”

“it’s un yeonyoung of the jin prefecture’s un clan, and the characteristic is a beauty recognizable at a glance...”

at this, xinpa snorted.

“hmph. it’s certain alright. they say if the tail is long, it gets caught, don’t they? i told you so many times to wear a human skin mask at least.”

“oh my. i’m already wearing a human disguise, what difference would one more layer make? i guess i underestimated the black store’s pitiful intelligence too much.”

“then, what shall we do?”

“i only let you live because it was convenient for getting materials, but it’s bothersome to leave a fly buzzing around without knowing its place. oh my, this is troublesome indeed.”

un yeonyoung continued with her characteristic gentle and elegant smile.

“for now, as a warning, let’s clean up everything in sight. will you help too, xinpa? you should enjoy your hobby once in a while, shouldn’t you?”

1. backyard furnaces (土法炼钢) were large and small blast furnaces used by the people of china during the great leap forward (1958–1962)