Chapter 54: But Like, It Wasn’t Like That (5)
I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch
Despite the terrifying verbal abuse, the Advance Blue Brigade member didnât even properly hear it.
He was one who had pride in being a member of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
The Divine Cult was a place where the strong prevailed, where the law was the survival of the fittest, thus making it a melting pot of madness filled with crazy bastards and bitches.
A bastard who ate people? Yep, they existed.
A bastard who tortured people? Yep, they existed.
A bastard who enjoyed killing people? Of course, they existed.
However, having directly encountered and dealt with various Demonic Humans, he had actually developed an eye for spotting such evil types who couldnât necessarily be considered human.
The girl in front of him was one of them. No, she was the real fucking deal even amongst those lunatics.
It was unclear why such an existence was hiding within the Orthodox Faction. She was worse than any Demonic Human, no, it was as if she was a being of a different species altogetherâ¦â¦. His jaw trembled in terror.
âPlease spare meâ¦â¦..â
A First-Rate Master rubbed his hands together so quickly that he was practically vibrating like a fly.
This was one of the strong suits of the Unorthodox Faction.
After all, a martial artist without a grand cause would value their own life above all else.
Qing looked down at the man groveling before her.
He was someone who she could kill, just like the other bastards.
Qingâs gaze turned cynical, clearly biased against him.
âMe? Why should I?â
âIf you spare me, Iâll do anyth-â
As Qing took a step forward, the man screamed in horror.
âWait! O Great One! I have information! I will tell you everything I know! Bokshinjeok! We are looking for Bokshinjeok!â
Qing stopped moving.
She didnât know what Bokshinjeok was, nor was she curious.
However, the Status Window that popped up in front of her seemed to think differently.
The Mission Window of [Omen, (Unknown)th Crisis]burst into flames and displayed an entirely new sentence.
[Divine Cult Under The Heavens, War and Chaos of the Demonic Cult. The Beginning Chapter. (Unknown)th Crisis]
Description:[You can track an important Divine Relic of the Divine/Demonic Cult. With it, you can join the Divine Cult or steal it to become the Great Adversary of the Demonic Sect.]
Obtain more information about Bokshinjeok
Lone Jianghu Journey) Steal Bokshinjeok
Demonic Cult) Deliver Bokshinjeok to the Murim Alliance
Heavenly Demon Divine Cult) Deliver Bokshinjeok to the Divine/Demonic Cult
Heavenly Slaughtering Star) Steal Bokshinjeok
[This choice could influence everything below Heaven.]
âSssspâ¦â¦..â
Itâs you again, Lil Window?
An ex who asks, âAre you sleeping?â, at 2 AM would be smoother with it than you.
How am I supposed to accept you when youâre just soooo fucking clingy?
Why donât you just go die in a hole?
Suddenly, the Strategy Guide she had read half-heartedly came to mind.
Wasnât it said that to progress through the game, one must resolve three random crises in the Early-Game, Midgame, and Endgame?
But Iâve already seen the Final Crisis and the Final Boss, you know?
What kind of fucking order is this? What an actual shitfest.
Would it end if I just beat Uhnyeongie?
Or do I have to deal with all three of them when one is already too fucking much?
But still, the Mission Window was somewhat manageable since the coincidental meet-up with Uhnyeong, I think?
At least it doesn't eat away at my brain like the Martial Arts Window.
âHaaaâ¦â¦â
Qing let out a deep sigh.
She wanted to clear these choked up feelings right away, butâ¦
âSo, whatâs up with this Bokshinjeok thingy, you fucker? Why are you talking about shit that only you know? Thatâs illegal according to that something something blah blah blah law, you know?â
Qing continued speaking with a crooked posture, akin to some gangster.
âThen, my verdict will be the death penalty.â
âI shall tell you!â
Two hundred years ago, there was a legendary blacksmith called Banchi, known as the Incarnation of the True Lord of Virtuous Fire1â¦â¦â¦.
Qing threw a tantrum, annoyed at the exposition.
âShit, whatâs with this sudden boomer-like story? What are you going to say next? That the only possession he had was the bundle he carried around? Is this really the time for you to be telling old stories about some grandpa? Do you want me to knock out all your teeth so you become a grandpa too?â
âN-No! So likeâ¦â¦.â
One of Banchiâs masterpieces was a flute made of Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron, Bokshinjeok.
âThe fuck? You guys caused this fucking shitfest just for some flute?â
âIt is not just any flute. It is a flute made of Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron. It is a treasure desired by all artists in the world, with a sound so beautiful that even the Green Emperor praised itâ¦â¦.â
In ancient China, the Green Emperor, Fuxi2, was considered something like a supreme deity who played a role in the creation of humanity.
He generously bestowed all sorts of knowledge to humans, including, of course, music.
The phrase that even the Green Emperor would praise it was the highest compliment that could be given to an artist.
But if one told Qing, âThereâs such a flute flute and it has a beautiful tone which surpasses all sounds of natureâ...
She wouldnât be interested because she couldnât even imagine what kind of flute it was. So, why should she care?
She would just say, âOkay, sure. But isnât it just a flute?â.
However, if one told Qing-
âThat flute is a treasure worth ten thousand goldâ¦â¦â¦â
-Something like thatâ¦
âIt is a treasure! Youâre correct! I acknowledge it.â
-was what she would exclaim in admiration.
Ten thousand gold? It was an unimaginable amount of wealth.
If it was that much, it made sense to Qing why the Mission Window was making such a fuss.
Qing pondered.
Either way, she couldnât just let this group of bad guys have it.
But that didnât mean she could entrust it to the Murim Alliance either.
Wasnât the Final Boss, Uhnyeongie, serving as an Enforcer or whatever for the Murim Alliance?
Dropping a treasure into such a loosely managed organization would mean it would disappear without a trace.
Then, what should I do?
Master occasionally played the flute.
She would probably like it if I gave it as a present, right?
Qing made up her mind.
âWhat are you doing?â
âY-Yes?â
âDonât you know, âStarting directionsâ3? What are you even doing? Hurry up and guide me.â
âThen does that mean you will spareâ¦â¦.â
Qingâs eyes narrowed.
âWhat the fuck. Is a villainâ¦â¦. talking back to me right now?â
âI will guide you! I want to guide you! Please let me guide you!â
Qing relaxed her expression.
âNice, nice. Very good. Letâs go.â
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Hundreds of drawers were scattered across the floor of the burial chambers.
Rotten pills, rusted binyeos, and ornaments of mere emeralds, as well as decayed changdaos4 and daggers, were all mixed together, rolling around.
It was unimaginably malicious to think that the last part of the treasure map was to furiously pull out drawers.
Originally, it was not a job for the boss of the Advance Blue Brigade to do personally, but there was no choice when a fire was roasting right beneath his ass.
Exactly how long had the fearsome Demonic Adepts of the Demonic Sect been rummaging through the drawers of the burial chamber?
Finally, a drawer containing a dark blue flute fell to the floor from the highest shelf; a location so fucked up that it had to be pulled down by hanging on it.
âWe found it!â
âFinallyâ¦â¦..!â
Yeom Saraedal let out a voice full of emotion as his lifeline finally revealed itself.
The dark blue body, one and a half feet in length, looked like a metal club at a glance, but it was actually an invaluable treasure.
âVery well, nowâ¦â¦.â
It was then.
Thud. Someone jumped into the burial chamber.
Yeom Saraedal grabbed his mace5 in startlement.
âWho is it?! What the. Nevermind. Itâs you. Where are the others?â
Yeom Saraedal recognized the face of his subordinate.
He couldnât remember his name.
But the face was at least familiar.
The subordinate fidgeted in hesitation.
âUm, well, about thatâ¦â¦â¦â
-Yo, is this the right place? Iâm coming down, okay?
Suddenly, a lively voice penetrated the stone chamber.
At the same time, Tap. A charming girl in the flower of maidenhood landed with a light step.
Qing looked around the stone chamber.
In the center, an opened stone tomb revealed faded silk and the remnants of a decomposed body underneath.
Furthermore, the floor was littered with drawers that had been pulled out.
âWhatâs this? Grave robbing? Youâre tryna dig up a tomb? You evil bastards! How dare you disturb the peace of the dead! This is unforgivable!â
Yeom Saraedal glared at his subordinate, clearly asking for an explanation.
Qing also looked at the man with wet pants.
The subordinate alternated his gaze between the boss and Qing.
Then, he naturally drew his sword and aimed it at Qing.
Qing frowned.
âYouâre going to betray me here? Seriously? Is that really the best you can do?â
âShut up! It was just to lure you here!â
âOh well. Whatever. I had no intention of letting you live anywayâ¦â¦.â
Qing never promised to spare him.
Now that she had reached her destination, she was ready to send those worthless villains to the end of their journey. The afterlife.
Look at this bastard. Quick on the uptake, huh?
âNow then! Cry out, Moonlight Demon Slaying Dao! Moonlight Demon! Slaying Half-Sword!â
Qing charged forward, spouting any words that came to mind.
Yeom Saraedal swung his mace in response.
Clang! Blade and metal collided, producing a loud noise.
Yeom Saraedalâs complexion turned pale.
âHow does this brat have such Inner Qiâ¦â¦!â
For reference, Yeom Saraedal was already drained from breaking the ceiling of the stone chamber.
âWhat are you doing, standing there?!â
At Yeom Saraedalâs shout, the remaining four members charged.
Qing parried a sword and a dao, then stuck out her butt.
The blade of a spear barely grazed the front of her pelvis.
And then, she lifted her sword high.
It was then.
Shrrrk, the sound of metal sliding.
Iron chains wrapped tightly around Qingâs forearm.
It was a weapon called a chain whip6 in the Central Plains.
âNow!â
The one with the chain whip yelled.
Yeom Sareadal, not missing a beat, swung his mace with all his might.
I will smash that skull in an instant!
A vicious mass of iron, bristling with spikes, headed straight for Qingâs head.
Qing pulled her arms back aggressively.
Due to the combined force of Qingâs monstrous strength and Inner Qi, the owner of the chain whip flew through the air, inadvertently becoming Qingâs shield.
THWACK! The one holding the chain whip blocked the mace with his back.
His spine shattered in an instant, causing him to spew blood and die from that single blow.
At the same time, Dinggg-! The sound of a bell resounded out of the blue.
The upper body of the one wielding the dao exploded, scattering the entrails inside all around.
A thrilled voice filled the chamber.
âHalf-Sword. Eliminated!â
âYou bastard!â
But after so boldly shouting out, he hesitated. It was because he clearly realized that Qing was not someone he could easily deal with.
âBastard? Thatâs no way to speak to someone you just met. Itâs informal. And rude. Donât you know what manners are? Ah, it really shows how you werenât taught well. Oh, well, if youâre so pressed7, then⦠You know, right?â
Qing bent her finger, beckoning him.
Yeom Saraedal made eye contact with the last remaining subordinate.
At the same time, he quickly folded a few of his fingers and straightened them, making a shape. It was a secret signal among the brigade members.
It meant to attack simultaneously.
The subordinate briefly lowered his gaze then lifted it again.
It meant that he understood.
And then-
âNow!â
Yeom Saraedal roared, channeling all his True Qi into his feet and stomping the ground.
The subordinate, too, knew that this was his last chance and kicked off the ground, leaping upwards.
Both of them flew towards the hole in the ceiling.
It was as if they had pre-arranged a dramatic act of mutual betrayal.
Truly a specialty of bad guys.
Since the hole was narrow and both jumped at the same time, they inevitably collided in mid-air.
Then, they fell to the ground, tumbling around.
âYou bastard! Didnât I tell you to attack! How dare you defy orders!â
âI should be the one saying that, Boss! Why are you running away?!â
âThis is insubordination! And insubordination is punishable by death! Death!â
âYouâre the son of a bitch who tried to abandon your subordinate and run away! What kind of fucking piece of shit are you?! I knew you were like this from the very start! A fucker calling himself the boss when all he does is fuck around all day! What a fucking joke!â
âW, wh, what the fuck did you just say to me, you dogshit motherfucker!â
They both raised their voices at each other.
Qing made a face.
What are they again? The Demonic Cult? Anyway, whatever theyâre called, seems like theyâre dysfunctional as /genesisforsaken