Chapter 156: For Whom The Hammer Tolls (3)
I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch
Thereâs a saying about âborrowing a knife to kill someone.â
It means using someone elseâs power to achieve an evil scheme.
He clearly knew the Namen Sect martial artists watching would come if he lit a fire in the furnace, yet he didnât say a word.
The old man snorted shamelessly.
âHmph. What could I do? How could a country bumpkin who doesnât know martial arts deal with those bastards?â
âArenât you being too brazen?â
âWerenât you the ones who drew swords? It wouldnât have mattered if blood wasnât shed, right?â
He was basically saying they killed of their own accord without him asking them to.
Qing spoke, dumbfounded.
âWell, weâre Masters- no, Iâm too much of a Master to be compared with those fodder, but anyway, since weâre stronger, those scum hesitated. Otherwise, wouldnât they have caused trouble seeing pretty women?â
âA huge strongman, two extraordinary beauties, and one dreg walking around without a speck of dust on their clothes - I figured they must be formidable fellows.â
The old man said, looking at Zhuge Ihyeon, Tang Nanah, and Gyeon Pohee in turn.
And his final gaze turned to Qing.
âOing. Whatâs this. Why am I the dreg?â
âWhy else would a woman cover her face?â
By the common sense of Jianghu, if someone covered their face, it was naturally because they had a face they couldnât show others.
Or it could be because she was a woman of noble status who couldnât casually show her face, but such noble ladies didnât lower their dignity by carrying swords.
âAnyway, Iâve seen a satisfying sight before I die, so Iâll make the needle well. Itâll be done soon, so take it and leave. Theyâll come swarming up in a frenzy since three of them died.â
âThen what about you, old man?â
âWhatâs the point of an old man living? Theyâll just use my useless grandson to pressure me. If I donât want to see that, I should just hang myself. Come to think of it, this needle will be my last work.â
It was a miserable thing to say so calmly.
Qing frowned.
âWhatâs this? You trying to evoke sympathy or something?â
âI have no intention of asking for help anyway, so donât concern yourself whether I hang myself or drink molten iron. I was barely hanging on before you came, planning to take down one of them before leaving.â
Qing remembered the cold gaze of the old man quietly watching from the shadows when she entered the metal shop.
It seems his words about planning to take down one of them before leaving werenât a lie.
âWhy donât you ask for help instead of thinking about dying?â
âHmph. Who would I ask? Even other sects are all in cahoots, and the government takes bribes to side with them. Who could I appeal to for help?â
âWhy, there are orthodox factions, you know. They literally use the character for ârighteousâ.â
âHmph. Orthodox or unorthodox, arenât they all the same Murim lot? Theyâre all just murderers with weapons. Isnât that what you do? If you want something, you steal and threaten, and if that doesnât work, you vent your anger. So what can you do? If you donât know martial arts and are weak, you have no choice but to just die.â
Tang Nanah flared up at this.
âWhat! You old manâ¦!â
âItâs fine. He didnât say anything wrong, so what.â
As Qing restrained Tang Nanah, Old Man Ban smiled crookedly.
It was a look that said, âSo how are you any different?â
Well, he did say there were no orthodox factions in the city.
If the only Murim practitioners heâs encountered in his life were villains from unorthodox factions, theyâd all seem the same to him.
In fact, just like how it is said that the interfering sister-in-law is more hateful, he might have hated the orthodox factions more for not caring while just talking about being righteous.
âItâs a bit childish for provocation, but Iâll bite. Iâll look for your grandson, so donât die and wait.â
âYouâre going to help? Hmph. Even if you try to bestow grace like youâre doing me a favor, I wonât make swords.â
âWho asked you to make swords? Thatâs ridiculous. Swords are things you use and throw away when theyâre worn out, not something you cherish just because you got a good one.â
Qing uses weapons carelessly.
You could tell just by how she named them.
A regular sword is a Moonlight Sword, a half-sword is called a Hell Sword.
The Bokshinjeok was no different.
If there is an afterlife, wasnât she abusing the Bokshinjeok to the point where Ban Chi, unable to bear it in the afterlife, might return as a Jiangshi-Ban Chi to seek revenge while weeping tears of blood?
If she got another short staff later, it would become Bokshinjeok (No. 2).
âIn return, Iâll also run away if things donât work out, so if someone says they ran away because they couldnât handle the trouble, then you can hang yourself or stick your nose in molten iron and die.â
Qing said this and turned around.
Just as she was crossing the front yard of the metal shop, a corner of her vision flickered as the Mission Window clamored to be opened.
Qing opened the Mission Window and then dismissed it without even checking.
It would just be a sudden mission anyway, and the content was predictable.
Help the old man, or rob him, or kill everyone with the Heavenly Slaughter Star, something like that.
âNoonim, please calm down first.â
At that moment, Zhuge Ihyeon grabbed Qing.
Only then did Qing realize her mistake.
She had always caused trouble alone in these situations, so she had forgotten she had companions.
âRight. Iâll go play around for a bit, so you guys go to Kaifeng first. Donât worry about me. If it doesnât work out, Iâll just run away.â
âCome to think of it, you did the same in Luoyang. But Noonim, do you know how hurt Elder Brother Peng was?â
âHuh? Why?â
âIf you had just asked for help, Elder Brother Peng, myself, or even Elder Brother Hwangbo could have easily dealt with a mere unorthodox faction. But you just left abruptly.â
Qing waved her hand dismissively.
âWell, you all had your own circumstances. And back then, it was my business.â
âWhen I first met you then, I let it slide thinking thatâs just how you were, but Elder Brother Peng was grinding his teeth. I wondered why, but now I understand. Noonim, you say we are close enough to call us siblings, but when itâs actually needed, you draw a line treating us as strangers.â
âWell, we are strangers. Just because weâre close doesnât mean weâre carelessly entangled. I take responsibility for my own decisions. Strictly speaking, Iâm not even part of the Divine Maiden Sect, and my master told me not to hold back because of her.â
At this, Zhuge Ihyeon visibly showed a hurt expression.
âIf you really think weâre close, you should at least invite us once. Not just announce âIâll handle my own business, so letâs part ways here.ââ
Hmm. Is that really something to feel hurt about?
Qing tilted her head.
âBut Iâm already a Super Supreme Master at running away, so even my master said that if Iâm determined to flee, no one under heaven could catch me. So thereâs no real danger for me, but if you come along, you might be in danger.â
âThis time itâs your responsibility, right?â
âHuh?â
âIf you invite us and we decide to come along, as you said, itâs not your personal responsibility, right? Then you donât need to worry about it.â
âDoes that make sense? Because of me-â
âHaah. Forget it. Iâll follow Noonim on my own, so whatever happens, itâs all my decision.â
âNo, wait, why.â
As Qing made a sour face, Tang Nanah seized the opportunity to chime in.
âThatâs right. If Qingâer goes, Iâm going too. If things get dicey, I have this too.â
Tang Nanah pulled out something round about the size of a fist from somewhere and proudly showed it off.
Zhuge Ihyeonâs face turned pale.
âThat⦠Do you always carry poison bombs?â
âAh. Donât worry, itâs fine. It wonât explode on its own.â
For reference, this was the same as the line that accounts for an absolute proportion of the last words of people who die from explosives.
âItâs okay, it wonât explode.â And then, BANG!
----The group strode boldly through Zhumadian.
The good thing about having Zhuge Ihyeon was that just asking for directions once was enough to set the route perfectly.
âItâs to the left up ahead. And then itâs the first main street on the right from the big square.â
âHmm. Are there any enforcements for speeding?â
âPardon?â
âJust kidding. Donât mind it.â
It was incomprehensible to Zhuge Ihyeon.
A joke was a joke, but Qingâs confidence was so imposing that they were naturally barging in.
âBy the way, do you have any other plans?â
âOf course I do. I always have a plan.â
âMay I hear your wise thoughts?â
âHmm. We go and demand they hand over Old Man Banâs son?â
ââ¦? Would they hand him over willingly? And it was his grandson, not son.â
âSon or grandson, whatâs the difference? And if they donât give him up, we attack. We block the main gate, Iâll be in front, you guys in the back. If the enemy doesnât come, Nanah will cowardly throw hidden weapons to provoke them into charging.â
ââ¦?â
âIf a Transcendent Realm Master comes out, Peak-Transcending Ximen Qing will face them. The end.â
âI see.â
Zhuge Ihyeon nodded and then spoke.
âIs it too late to back out?â
âI donât hold back people who want to leave.â
âCouldnât you at least pretend to hold me backâ¦â
If it were the usual Zhuge Ihyeon, he would have dissuaded her and turned back at this point.
However, having already experienced Ximen Qing as a person, he knew well that even if he tried to discuss more detailed attack plans, she was the type to say âThen Iâll go aloneâ and charge in.
Moreover, with her brimming with such confidence, there was also an expectation that she might have some other method.
Tang Nanah didnât have much thought.
Just the idea of going to defeat bad guys.
It was the typical thinking of a newbie chick on her first Jianghu outing.
At this point, one might suspect if a stupefying aura was emanating from Qing.
However, Gyeon Pohee was unaffected.
Because she originally had no thoughts in her head.
And so, finally, the main gate with the Namen Sectâs signboard appeared before them.
Qing continued forward without stopping.
The guards lazily guarding the main gate spotted the group, and especially upon seeing Tang Nanahâs face, their mouths fell open.
As they approached confidently without hesitation, the guards thought they must be guests from somewhere.
Watching this, Qing thought, âWhy are unorthodox faction bastards so desperate to show their nastiness starting from the gatekeepers?â She couldnât understand.
âWhat business do you have?â
âWeâre here to find Old Man Ban from Ban Family Metal Shopâs son? Grandson? If you hand him over quietly, there wonât be any bloodshed.â
âWhat?â
âGo and tell them. Iâm in a good mood, so Iâll let them off if they hand him over.â
Qing stomped her right foot and launched like a cannonball with the subtlety of the Yue Maiden Footwork.
She stopped abruptly in front of the Namen Sect martial artist, her left arm continuing forward to grab his collar and swing.
The manâs body floated up, not quite clearing the wall but hitting the top, sending tiles crashing down as he fell and crumpled.
Qing spoke with a sour expression.
âSorry. Seems like I lacked strength. With both hands I could have thrown you over.â