I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch - Chapter 231: Even Vagabonds Have Their Own Code Of Honor. (4)
The highly motivated martial artists cut through the night.
Cheon Yuhak followed the Fragrant Traces with an incomprehensible Oriental mystery. It was also a skill Qing would have to learn later.
Finally, Cheon Yuhak raised his finger in front of the wall of a secluded abandoned estate on the outskirts of the city.
“Is he in here?”
“Yes. Hmm. I don’t sense any other presences though.”
Qing closed her eyes and focused on the surrounding sounds. Listening quietly with her superhuman hearing, she didn’t hear anything particular besides the breathing of the nearby vagabond martial artists.
After measuring the estate wall from end to end, jumping up slightly to confirm the modest structure of one main building and one annex, she whispered again:
“I’ll go over the wall at once with the people here. Can you watch in case something happens? He or any hidden accomplices might try to escape.”
“Hmm. Wouldn’t it be better if I go with you? Who knows what’s in there, how can I send you alone?”
“I can always escape well anyway. Quick resolution is key, what if even a mouse escapes? And if a real problem occurs, we need someone to ask you for help, Master.”“Ahem. I’m not sure if I’m causing unnecessary worry for the Madam.”
As Cheon Yuhak was still middle-aged, not the previous generation, he didn’t know about Ximen Surin’s glorious past and true nature.
Moreover, since the previous generation kept silent to hide their shameful history, he actually knew nothing about Ximen Surin.
“So, where is he? Main building? Annex?”
“The guest room in the main building. If it seems dangerous, get out immediately. Don’t do anything stupid trying to bestow favors on insignificant guys anyway.”
This was how vagabonds were treated in the Central Plains.
But even if they weren’t vagabonds but of noble status, Cheon Yuhak’s words wouldn’t have been much different. Whether lowly or noble, isn’t looking after his disciple the priority?
“Now, fellow vagabonds. Our enemy to bite is over there. Main building, central guest room. I’ll charge in from the front, Hero Ma from the back, Hero Wang from the right…”
It was a simple principle of surrounding from all directions, not much of a strategy. But originally there are only six directions in the world, so if attacked from four directions, one can only escape by sinking into the ground or soaring into the sky.
So Qing and the vagabonds jumped over the wall.
The yard overgrown with weeds wasn’t large, as it was just an estate with one annex the size of a warehouse.
Crossing it instantly and kicking open the guest room door, there was an old man sitting in a chair as if waiting.
Despite the harsh visitors rushing in in the middle of the night, he showed no sign of surprise, as if he already knew they were coming.
Then, flashing his eyes, he began to speak:
“Hmm. In the middle of the night-“
Bang. Suddenly a group of vagabonds burst through the back wall.
It was Hero Ma’s group assigned to occupy the rear.
At this, the old man cleared his throat as if he hadn’t spoken, and flashed his eyes again.
“At this hour of the night-“
Then bang. Interrupting the old man’s words, vagabonds burst through the right wall and lined up on both sides, pointing their swords.
The old man brushed off the stone fragments that fell on him and calmly opened his mouth again.
“When a person speaks-“
Bang. And the remaining left wall was broken through as the vagabond martial artists gathered in one place, surrounding the old man in a circle.
Qing thought.
No, but their coordination is terrible. Why can’t they break in at once instead of going bang bang with time differences?
“…”
“…”
“…”
The old man quietly held his composure as if waiting for something, and finally, as if certain everyone had arrived, he brought up the main point:
“Ahem. Yes. I thought you impudent ones would come after putting Fragrant Traces on me.”
“Huh?”
At this, Qing looked at the two people’s faces.
“I thought it was a rather secret event.”
“Ahem.”
The old man burst out laughing.
“You vagabond bastards are all the same. You can’t do anything properly. Eating Blood Activation Pills and still only two of you could win against children’s sword fights.”
“Blood Activation Pills!” “Blood Activation Pills!” “Blood Activation Pills!”
About three people shouted at the same time.
And since there were several martial artists with very shocked expressions, Qing thought, hmm, was it a very famous medicine? In a bad way?
“No, isn’t the old man too relaxed? What realm are you to be so at ease? Are you around the Profound Realm or something?”
“Keke, what an interesting child. This old man is called Gyeongdamgan. Yes, you orthodox bastards call me the Condemned Demon.”
“Condemned Demon!” “Evil of the Blood Cult!”
However, Qing couldn’t shout along, because of the mission window notification flashing in the corner of her vision, begging to be looked at.
Right. I thought it was strangely quiet.
Reluctantly, Qing opened the mission window as it was too distracting to leave alone.
Something about which crisis, Blood Cult something something, and at the end always “Heavenly Slaughter Star, kill them all.” The end.
She already fully understood that the mission window was just noisy without any nutritional value.
I don’t care. I’ll do as I please.
Qing dismissed the mission window.
“Hmm. Are you a famous person? Hero Wu, do you know him?”
“He’s a Demonic Adept of the Blood Cult…”
“Is that all?”
“They say he commits crazy acts too.”
“Well, that’s because his title is ‘Demon’, right?”
The vagabonds’ knowledge was wide in range from picking up bits and pieces here and there, but had no depth to speak of.
Condemned Demon. Bad guy of the Blood Cult. Uses demonic arts.
Very nasty and dirty temperament. The end.
In fact, just being from the Blood Cult already meant he was a bad guy who used demonic arts and had a nasty, dirty temperament, so it was nothing more than having heard there was someone with such a name in the Blood Cult.
Qing missed Jegal Ihyeon.
He would have recited everything from the origin of the title to what martial arts he used, what realm he was at, and even related anecdotes she didn’t ask about.
With Gyeongdamgan being too relaxed, and hearing “Blood Cult”, the vagabonds were already very tense, gulping and sweating profusely.
But with so many skilled martial artists gathered, shouldn’t they be able to handle one Demonic Adept?
This isn’t good.
Qing tried to control the atmosphere with words:
“Hey, old man. Can’t you read the situation? Don’t you see we have you surrounded? Are you looking down on vagabonds? How relaxed are you no matter how many vagabonds come? Do masters not die when cut by swords?”
The interpretation was:
This bastard is looking down on vagabonds. Even masters are nothing special when cut by swords, so don’t be scared.
At this, the vagabonds’ spirit became fierce again.
However, Gyeongdamgan just calmly let out an unpleasant laugh.
“Still, this old man can take more than half of you with him. How about it, aren’t you vagabonds terribly fond of your own lives? Hmm. What is it. Child. Why are you naturally mixed in?”
“Because I’m from a vagabond background too?”
“I didn’t know Divine Maiden Sect disciples could be from vagabond backgrounds. Well. Then you should understand too, child. You might win if you all rush me together, but do you think that will happen?”
Qing responded without backing down:
“Vagabonds have vagabond loyalty!”
The vagabonds, full of spirit and with hearts burning for once, responded to this:
“That’s right!”
“Vagabonds have vagabond loyalty!”
Dense killing intent filled the vagabonds’ eyes.
It wasn’t just shouting words, their hearts were truly burning at this moment.
“Loyalty, huh. Then, how about this?”
Gyeongdamgan snapped his fingers.
“Ugh!” “Guh…!” “Aak…!”
The vagabonds all rolled on the floor at once.
They were all clutching their chests and making choked sounds with painful groans and pale faces.
Only Qing and one vagabond were unaffected, so Gyeongdamgan clicked his tongue.
“That’s what happens when you swallow medicine given by a stranger without suspicion. What if there was poison inside?”
“Poison?”
“You don’t even know what poison is? Since the child doesn’t know, this old man will have to tell you. Poison is, hmm. Yes. It’s a parasite. It releases poison according to its master’s orders.”
Qing inwardly swallowed a curse.
Damn, the martial arts world really has everything.
What’s with the remote-controlled parasite now?
How does something like that even exist?
Do they control it by shooting mental waves with some kind of superpower or something?
Now she saw that the one unaffected person was the martial artist who said he had taken Temporary Indulgence Pills before and left half a pill.
Ah, so they planted the parasite in that.
“Well, child. Didn’t you say vagabond loyalty? Are you going to let them die like this?”
“Damn, you dirty old man. Fine, we’ll fight. One-on-one. Okay?”
Qing pointed her sword, but Gyeongdamgan shook his head.
“Hehe, by the way, if this old man dies, all the parasites die too. The poison the parasites were holding will burst out at once. What do you think will happen then?”
“No, shit, how can there be such a convenient ability? Then what should we do?”
“Either this old man has a change of heart and removes them, or call a doctor to cut open their stomachs and take them out. But the moment their stomachs are cut, they’ll spew poison right away.”
“So, you’re saying you’ll grab people’s lifelines and shake them around?”
“Kekeke, it’s this old man’s favorite thing to do. So I’ll give you one too. If you swallow it obediently, I’ll spare these useless vagabond bastards too. Well, will you keep your loyalty as you said? Or will you watch them die?”
He held out his hand while making nonsensical wordplay, and on it was something like a faintly white bean.
When Qing focused, she could see something wriggling inside the translucent membrane.
However, Qing had eaten many bugs before.
Rather, it was packaged nicely for eating, so she thought this level was quite kind.
Moreover, Qing had never worried about side effects while eating all sorts of bugs.
It spews poison inside?
Then, isn’t it just excellent protein?
Qing now had confidence in her constitution as a Blood Poison Human.
If it was harmful to the body, it was completely blocked.
In terms of convenience, Qing’s body also had quite an arbitrary cheating ability.
“Haah, I’ll swallow it so stop tormenting them. Quickly. They’re about to die.”
At this, the groaning stopped instantly and there was only the sound of gasping breaths bursting out.
“Hooh. You’ll swallow it? Do you really not know what this means? Your remaining lifespan will be entirely in this old man’s hands.”
“In exchange, remove the parasites from these martial artists. I’ll, I’ll take their place.”
Qing said solemnly.
Her voice was that of a complete con artist.
“Miss, you can’t!”
“Miss Ximen…!”
Sorrowful voices tried to stop Qing.
But the number of voices is a bit small?
Those bastards.
Vagabond loyalty my ass.
Still, I guess they want to live, huh. That’s vagabond loyalty for you.
In fact, Qing didn’t expect much either.
“I’ll be fine. If you all can be safe with just me.”
“Why, why go so far?”
“We’re fellow vagabonds, right? Loyalty. I said it, didn’t I?”
At this, the vagabonds couldn’t raise their heads with ashamed expressions.
Ashamed of themselves for not being able to say they’d rather die when she spoke of loyalty.
“Now. Let these people go.”
“Keke, why should this old man? Are you a woman of that much value? Give up all these bastards just to get one ugly woman with a hidden face? That’s not profitable-“
Gyeongdamgan’s words cut off.
Of course, when faced with self-luminous beauty that suddenly brightened the room, one would naturally be at a loss for words.
“I really don’t understand why everyone makes such a fuss just because I covered my face a bit. Here. Satisfied? One beauty is better than twenty dark men.”
At this, Gyeongdamgan burst into wild laughter.
Wild laughter means laughing like a madman.
“Kuhuhuk! What a masterpiece! But what a shame. I said I’d spare their lives if you swallowed it, not that I’d remove them.”
“How petty-“
“Your mouth is alive. This old man’s proposal stands. If you swallow the parasite, I’ll spare these vagabonds’ lives, or they die.”
“Damn it. Give it here.”
At this, something like a parasite pill flew through the air.
Qing caught it right away and swallowed it without hesitation.
The vagabonds let out regretful sighs.
But Qing didn’t know to fear poison anyway. However, there was one thing she was concerned about:
The poison is ineffective, but what happens to this thing?
Does it die or not?
It shouldn’t die but stay alive so I can pretend to be controlled while smashing the back of his head, she thought.
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