I Am This Murim's Crazy Bitch

Chapter 159: For Whom The Hammer Tolls (6)

The bandaged man quickly examined the Disciplinary Officer.

Qing was quite tall, and a martial artist who had undergone Overhaul Rebirth naturally had long limbs.

When Qing raised her hand holding the wrist to its full extent, the old man’s corpse floated about half a chi in the air, swaying.

It was a hair-raising scene with a double whammy.

First, it was chilling to see a formidable opponent who had subdued a Late Stage Transcendent Realm master right before their eyes, and second, thinking of the consequences of the Unorthodox Path’s Disciplinary Officer’s death sent shivers down their spines.

It was truly a case of adding insult to injury.

“I am Dan Unsak, the Namen Sect Leader. Who on earth are you to commit such an outrageous act?”

Dan Unsak tried to speak without his voice trembling, but a slight vibrato like a singing technique mixed in.

“Is there a need to reveal names when cleaning up trash? It’s just those who are bothered doing the cleaning.”

“Hmm...”

Dan Unsak let out a heavy groan.

Translating their conversation into Murim-speak, it went like this:

‘Let’s talk this out.’

‘Shut up and come at me.’

As a five-year veteran of Murim, Qing could now not only interpret but also speak the language of Murim quite excellently.

And she didn’t stop there; she could even apply it.

“However, the possibility of saving your life isn’t entirely gone. Hand over Old Man Ban’s grandson.”

Beside her, Zhuge Ihyeon inwardly admired.

As expected, Noonim! You don’t say you’ll back off even if they hand him over!

Since you said ‘possibility,’ isn’t this a scam-like trick where you can say it was just a possibility if it doesn’t work out!

By now, Zhuge Ihyeon had come to understand about eight-tenths of Qing’s character.

Once she decided to mess someone up, she was a persistent and vile expert who wouldn’t hesitate to use any means - be it words, swords, poison, or fire - until she was at a disadvantage.

While she had no concept of face, she somehow seemed righteous, so it was a perfectly fitting description.

“Kuk. You may call us trash, but aren’t you also after Old Man Ban in the end!”

“Rescuing a grandson is much better for appearances and bragging than kidnapping one. How can you compare? Is a feast just prepared the same as food that’s been rotting for half a month? Do you think all food is the same just because it’s edible?”

“No matter how you dress it up, in the end, it’s still the same ugly greed to possess the greatest sword craftsman under the heav-“

“Enough. Hand over Old Man Ban’s grandson. Weak bastards can’t just say ‘Here you go’ when told to hand something over. Why is your tongue so long?”

“That’s...”

At that moment, Zhuge Ihyeon leaned close to what he presumed was Qing’s ear under the face veil and whispered.

“Noonim, I don’t think they can hand over Old Man Ban’s grandson. The inspector mentioned evil decoctions, so probably...”

The rumor that lepers eat children was originally just a false accusation born from prejudice.

However, rumors are the world’s most vicious things.

They shake the hearts of the desperate, making them believe it’s the truth.

And leprosy, where flesh rots and falls off while still alive, was such a horrific disease that it was called the Judgement of Heaven (Heavenly Punishment).

Qing’s eyes lost their luster, cooling to an inorganic texture.

A faint purple light leaked from the eye holes behind the face veil.

It was the light of a malevolent star that people instinctively avoid, realizing as soon as they see it that it is something very harmful and terrible.

“I should have just set fire to everything earlier.”

“I agree.”

Qing dropped the old Great Demonic Adept’s corpse with a thud and gripped the Moonlight Sword with her right hand.

While it wasn’t so bad that she couldn’t use her left hand, still, it felt more familiar and fit perfectly in her hand when holding the sword in her right hand.

“Seeing your covered face, you must be the Namen Sect Leader? People in Jianghu say there’s not a single normal face among those who cover their faces.”

Everyone present looked at Qing with strange eyes, but...

As Qing was a proud beauty, she had nothing to be ashamed of.

“I should let the world know how ugly you are by hanging you up high to dry. You eat people because you have nothing to eat? You dog-like-“

“Wait! It’s a misunderstanding! There’s a misunderstanding!”

Dan Unsak shouted urgently.

Qing tilted her head crookedly.

It was like striking an iron block, making his skin scream and sending a stinging pain through every joint as the shock traveled.

“How...”

Right on cue, Qing’s right arm that had left its place returns.

Realizing there’s no way to avoid the slashing strike coming for his waist, Dan Unsak completely takes the strength out of his legs and falls backward.

Qing’s sword blade barely grazes the tip of Dan Unsak’s nose, drawing a crescent.

Dan Unsak accepts the impact on his back with relief and immediately flips his body over vigorously.

Lazy Donkey Roll. It’s a type of Qinggong meaning “lazy donkey turning over,” which is simply a technique of rolling on the ground.

Murim practitioners who value face as much as life unanimously say they’d rather die than roll on the ground so unsightly, but when the critical moment comes, no one chooses death over face by not rolling.

And yet, they go on about Han Xin and crawling between legs.

It was Han Xin’s great mistake to provide an excuse that would be milked for over a thousand years.

Qing stomped her foot.

The rough pressure of the Heavenly Demon Reigning Step firmly presses down on the surroundings.

The advantage of the Heavenly Demon Reigning Step is that since the energy gathers in the soles of the feet, you don’t have to see that disgusting Qi full of eyes.

It meant she could use it roughly without worrying about appearances.

Dan Unsak, who couldn’t even roll a few times, groaned at the suddenly doubled pressure.

Following that, with the Deng sound of the Buddha’s Palm, blood spurted from the thigh of the lying man with a swoosh.

“Argh!”

Dan Unsak grabbed his thigh and screamed for his life.

The inside of the thigh is unexpectedly one of the most critical weak points.

It’s a passage where one of the thickest blood vessels passes unprotected without muscle protection, so uncontrollable massive bleeding occurred below Dan Unsak’s pelvis as his femoral artery burst.

Still, being somewhat of a Master, he dug into the wound and tightly gripped the blood vessel with his fingers; though not a technique of the True Fire of Samadhi, a couple of streams of white smoke along with a savory smell permeated.

He stopped the bleeding, but he lost one leg.

Even a Peak Realm martial artist other than Ximen Qing could sufficiently handle a one-legged Transcendent Realm master.

Qing grinned as she looked down at Dan Unsak.

“The crime of not recognizing a Master? The death penalty.”

In fact, it was a ridiculous statement.

There was a difference when it came to enlightenment of the sword from the start, so even amidst the chaotic flurry of strikes, hadn’t Dan Unsak found an opening and launched a fatal counterattack?

If it weren’t for the White Hand Demonic Arts’ Vajra Invulnerability, no, since it was at Peak Realm level it was a bit weaker, so maybe it could be called Gold-Plated Invulnerability or Silver Invulnerability White Hand. At any rate, without that, her forearm along with her torso would have been neatly cut.

If it weren’t for the Heavenly Demon Reigning Step, he would have jumped up and rushed in again, and without the Buddha’s Palm, how could she have struck the air and burst his thigh?

However, it was also a very natural tactic for martial artists to hide one or two secret techniques.

Qing was just hiding a bit more than others.

In professional terms, if you don’t know, you have to fuck around and find out.

It was a precious truth that has been passed down from the emergence of humanity until now.

And when victory and defeat were decided, there was also something the loser had to do, established since ancient times.

“Pl-please spare me. Whatever you want, I’ll give you everything, so...”

“I already told you what I want. Old Man Ban’s grandson. Can you bring him right now?”

“Time, please give me time. Since we sold him to the black market, if we inquire around, we can surely find him...”

“Hmm. An opening! This is for my arm!”

Qing scratched her chin and naturally lowered her hand, then suddenly extended her arm, Deng!

Pak! With blood spurting, Dan Unsak’s arm below the elbow fell off and rolled on the ground along with his sword.

“Argh! Why! Why!”

“The way you were moving your eyes was suspicious. Your posture was off from the start. If you want to live, you should know how to rub your hands together like a fly, why are you gripping your sword tightly with your hand turning white from the force?”

There’s actually a technique called Sword Breaking.

It’s a technique where you violently infuse True Qi into the sword blade to shatter it, and if done clumsily, you’d just ruin one weapon and that’s it.

However, a properly refined Sword Breaking technique is truly like the Great Generals’ Cannon, with over a thousand sharp fragments filled with True Qi being fired.

Qing just thought it was suspicious, but it was actually the final technique Dan Unsak had been secretly preparing.

Originally, Qing’s fights were all about intuition and cunning, so she was extremely sensitive in these aspects. As such, it was inevitable she would notice.

1. Fūrinkazan (風林火山), literally "Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain", was the battle standard used by the Sengoku period daimyo Takeda Shingen, quoting chapter 7 of Sun Tzu's The Art of War: "as swift as wind, as orderly as forest, as fierce as fire, as unshakeable as mountain."