I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch - Chapter 211: Let Us Have A Martial Arts Match (9)

The Murim Alliance Leader’s daily routine is busy.

At least, that’s what the Murim Alliance Leader thought.

The people around him had a slightly different opinion.

All the Leader does is greet guests, eat meals together, drink tea, or chat all day while snacking.

Then when the sun sets and visitors stop coming, he just pretends to work a bit, stamping documents with loud thumps.

So how cruel is this?

Jo Hyeonryang spends all his work hours on unwanted guest receptions, and after dinner, he has to look at documents during his precious personal time.

Now there are only four days left until the Murim Conference, three after tonight.

Once the Murim Conference is over, things will be relaxed again, and then he can do all the training he’s been putting off while preparing for the conference.

Yes, let’s go into closed-door training for about a month.

After the Murim Conference ends, the Leader needs to train too.

The Murim Alliance Leader is a martial artist too, a martial artist!

Dreaming of closed-door training after the event, he was just leaving the Leader’s hall with a stomach full of tea when:

“Hey, Jo Hyeonryang.”

A chill ran down Jo Hyeonryang’s spine.

People’s voices don’t change much with age, surprisingly. Usually that’s the case, unless lazy workers roll and smoke hemp leaves.

He immediately recognized the voice’s owner.

“Surin? Didn’t you say you weren’t coming? Ximen Qing clearly said…”

“I wasn’t going to come. An old woman shouldn’t meddle foolishly. I’m still considering, so I snuck in like this.”

Jo Hyeonryang’s expression twisted.

“Damn it. Everyone’s using the excuse of being foolish to stay home and relax! I’m the only one doing this Leader business even in my old age.”

Ximen Surin laughed coldly.

“Hmph. You volunteered for this. Didn’t you know it would be like this?”

Jo Hyeonryang felt wronged and wronged again.

This is all because of who!

But he couldn’t say that she had stepped up as a representative to prevent her from becoming the Leader.

Then Jo Hyeonryang was startled looking at Ximen Surin’s face.

Somehow this woman had gotten even younger.

Martial artists at the Profound Realm can age backwards, so it means she’s achieved a great accomplishment.

“Are you already looking at the end of the Profound Realm?”

He meant to ask if she had reached the middle stage of the Profound Realm.

The last known information was that she was at the early stage of the Profound Realm about twenty years ago, anyway, before she shut herself away in the Divine Maiden Sect.

“It’s been about seven years. After achieving this, I suddenly feel that Wuhan monk is amazing. At this point, each step isn’t just a step. Each step is blocked by a cliff, so I can’t climb any further now. I think this is my limit, I wasn’t the right material to begin with.”

Ximen Surin’s expression soured.

When she says “that Wuhan monk”, she’s referring to Shaolin’s Wuhan Great Master, the world’s greatest of the current generation.

“Hmm. So you raised a disciple, I see? Yes, I saw that child too, these days she’s calling all her friends and training diligently all day, they say. Where did you pick up such a good child? I never knew you had talent for raising disciples.”

“Oh? That child is?”

Ximen Surin’s lips curved gently.

At this, Jo Hyeonryang’s expression could be summarized as half envy, half dislike.

In one’s later years, the only things to boast about are children or disciples, so it was unavoidable.

“Um, do you perhaps have any secret methods for controlling personality? My great-grandson is going crazy chasing women, no matter how much I scold him it’s useless. When I saw Ximen Qing, that child seemed so upright.”

“She was a child with a kind heart from the start. Her sense of justice was outstanding too. I took her in because she boldly cried out against injustice even in front of two masters far superior to her.”

“Hmm. But there must be something?”

“Now as before, giving them a good scolding when they don’t listen is the best.”

Jo Hyeonryang snorted, “Hmph.”

Still, she’s softened in her old age, she didn’t talk like this before.

She used to say if they don’t listen, beat them half to death and they’ll listen, but now she’s sitting there talking about giving them a good scolding.

And it seems the extreme hatred that usually followed, like saying men need to be beaten every three days to keep their minds straight, has washed away a lot too.

Maybe that’s why her realm has risen in the first place.

“But why did you come here? From what you said, it sounds like you weren’t planning to show your face?”

“I was thinking of proposing an agenda for the Murim Conference. Yes, how long are we going to leave those Black Market bastards alone? They’re vermin disturbing the world, shouldn’t the Murim Alliance step in and clean them up?”

“…Why the Black Market all of a sudden?”

Jo Hyeonryang’s expression soured.

Sure, the Black Market guys cause some trouble, but if you ask if they need to be cleaned up, it’s a bit ambiguous.

You can’t condone their dirty aspects like human trafficking, handling stolen goods, and distributing human flesh, but still, when vermin gather in one place, they don’t spread outside.

Moreover, they’re also the only channel where you can openly buy items prohibited by the government.

“Those crazy bastards put a bounty on my disciple. I heard it was ten thousand guan.”

“…Hmm.”

Jo Hyeonryang made an uncomfortable groaning sound.

Why are these crazy bastards provoking a crazy dog that’s living quietly, he thought.

However, Jo Hyeonryang can’t decide the Murim Alliance’s agenda alone, and honestly, it’s not a topic he’s particularly keen on.

So instead of giving a definite answer, he changed the subject.

“Let’s talk about that at the Murim Conference. I gave your disciple the Wucheon Pavilion, so spend some cozy time with your disciple. There’s no need to bring up unpleasant topics before the event.”

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Qing’s injury has now completely stopped bleeding, so all that’s left is the still tingling pain.

They say it’s roughly healed, but looking closely, it seems like it’s been about half a month.

Her superhuman healthiness includes recovery power too.

Tang Nanah says as a doctor that she can’t be reassured yet, so there’s no harm in observing for longer.

But for Qing, it is a loss.

All she’s had in her mouth is honey-mixed goat’s milk, then honey-mixed water when she got tired of that, and even honey-mixed cow’s milk when she got tired of that, all that damn honey!

Now she felt sick just smelling it.

So the food she was having after a full six days was truly a sea of tears of emotion, the greatest feast of all feasts.

Even though it was just porridge.

“What, is that so delicious? Your eyes are bloodshot.”

Qing nodded vigorously.

Indeed, meals need saltiness.

Sweet, spicy, savory, etc. should be added on top of a base of saltiness, meals should be salty! They shouldn’t be sweet!

And chewing something after a long time made her deeply realize in her heart why teeth are counted among the five blessings in the world.

It’s a porridge made by boiling dried seafood for a long time until the rice grains have almost melted, and then adding more water to make it thin.

But for Qing, it was absolute paradise.

And then, on the condition that she would rest when her heart started pounding, she could start sparring again.

Now that they could spar well among themselves even without Qing, she was feeling somewhat left out and lonely as she carved radishes in a corner.

Moreover, there’s no progress at all with the carving!

This is really impossible!

You need to make at least a little progress to find something enjoyable about it.

While the status window could raise physical abilities, it couldn’t do anything about mental aspects, so Qing’s disastrous sense of form remained the same.

Excellent physical senses are just tools, having good tools doesn’t mean anyone can become an artist.

It’s because people are given different talents.

Of course, since the total sum of talents isn’t the same, there are some dirty cases where someone who’s good at one thing is also good at other things.

In Central Plains mythology, this was distinguished as people who were carefully crafted and those who were roughly made.

It’s said that when Nüwa, the goddess of human creation in China, created people, she carefully molded each one in her own image.

But after making one, two, three like this, she realized this was no ordinary task and declared “How long will it take to fill the world like this? I can’t do it, it’s too dirty, I can’t.”

So she took a rope, whipped it hard in the mud, and the mud that splattered in all directions turned into people.

The mud that splattered on Qing contained no aesthetic components at all, so even with her excellent physical senses, she was diligently producing food waste.

After constantly wasting perfectly good radishes like that, now that the reins were off, Qing wasn’t one to hold back just because her tongue hurt a little.

So she went wild like that, rolling, flying, getting hit, pretending to rest a bit at Tang Nanah’s nagging, then rushing in again, barely maintaining a 10% win rate, and finally gave her body a proper workout after a long time.

She bowed to Cheon Yuhak on the way to the bath, came back all fluffy, and the moment she flung open the door of the guest room.

A guest who had rudely come in without notice and made themselves at home turned their gaze to Qing.

At this, Qing’s expression bloomed like a fully opened flower.

“Ah, Master!”

Qing ran straight in without even taking off her shoes and leaped.

Qing burrowed into her master’s embrace and stuck close, not letting go.

“My goodness. A grown woman not knowing shame, what kind of unseemly behavior is this.”

Ximen Surin said this, but the corners of her eyes were creased with pleasure.

“Hehe. I missed you.”

“Hmph. How long has it been since you left?”

Ximen Surin, who was stroking her disciple’s head, suddenly tilted her head.

Was she always this affectionate?

No, she was always affectionate, a disciple who had no reservations with her master and would rush in recklessly, but it seems she never acted spoiled like this before.

She was originally a disciple who didn’t know to be wary of her master and was uninhibited, but it seems she was also subtly stingy about physical contact, knowingly or unknowingly.

But Ximen Surin didn’t think much of it.

Well, a child who grew up alone is probably gradually learning about affection after experiencing it late, she thought.

“Yes, I heard you’ve been training very diligently. Have you had any achievements?”

“Hmm. Well. These days I’ve been training in the mysteries of softness…”

“That’s right! Good. Your learning was a bit biased towards strength. So, have you picked up the Wisdom Sword of Cosmic Harmony?”

“Not the Wisdom Sword of Cosmic Harmony yet. Ah, I somehow learned the Imperial Sword Form.” Sёarch* The Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“I see, have you learned something?”

“Well…”

It was a strange conversation.

Talking about picking up someone’s ultimate techniques, not yet this or that, somehow learning this or that, if someone heard, it would be quite shocking.

That’s when it happened.

Suddenly, Ximen Surin, who had been focusing more and more on her disciple’s mouth, finally realized her eyes weren’t mistaken.

“…Disciple? Your mouth, yes, your tongue, what on earth happened? My goodness, what is this?”

“Ah. This, I cut it a bit. While training. Oh right, do you know about sword hand training? It’s for grasping the mysteries of softness…”

Qing chattered on enthusiastically, forgetting Tang Nanah’s warning.

So she explained about the advice from the master presumed to be the Divine Thief, how diligently she applied herself to that training, and then the unfortunate accident that occurred-

Smack!!

“Aack!!”

Qing clutched her head and rolled around at high speed on the highest quality carpet in the Wucheon Pavilion’s highest quality guest room.

Owww, it really, really hurts!

Even when her tongue was cut, it didn’t hurt this much, so even in that pain, she was more embarrassed and just covered her mouth and lowered her head.

But when receiving Ximen Surin’s thermonuclear weapon, no other thoughts come to mind at all.

All extraneous thoughts disappear except for pain, so it’s almost equivalent to the state of nirvana.

“Ugh, this really, really hurts…”

A single tear finally rolled down from Qing’s eye. This is the only moment when the man Ximen Qing sheds tears.

“How dare you brag about ruining your tongue in front of your master…!”

The veins were still bulging on Ximen Surin’s forehead.

“Haah. Stick out your tongue.”

“Yes…”

Qing stuck out her tongue as politely as she could.

Of course, “as politely as she could” meant that sticking out her tongue in front of her master didn’t look polite at all, despite Qing’s intentions.

“My goodness, what on earth is this. Like this, hmm. Can you move your tongue properly? Your pronunciation doesn’t seem to be leaking. Can you taste? You who love eating so much.”

Ximen Surin’s voice was full of worry.

Qing reassured her master with a bright smile.

“You don’t need to worry. I heard from Nanah that the tongue muscles are originally bundled separately so it’s like this, there’s no problem, oh, right. I can move this part separately too? Here, look.”

Qing made an incredibly mischievous tongue movement with her tongue split about an inch at the end.

Of course, this wasn’t a scene to show her master, and especially not to a master whose forehead veins hadn’t subsided yet.

It was a talent for earning a beating.

Smack!!!!

Qing froze like a wooden figure with her mouth open.

This was the moment Qing newly realized that there is pain on top of pain, and that when it really hurts, you don’t even have the mind to roll on the floor.

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