I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch - Chapter 234: Even Vagabonds Have Their Own Code Of Honor. (7)
Then Gyeongdamgan made a strange laughing sound that also sounded like crying.
“But child? I heard a strange sound. They say you used the Black Slaying Demonic Palm? A young lady from the orthodox faction learned one of the Ten Great Demonic Arts? Do those orthodox bastards know this fact?”
“Oh my. I’ve been found out. Indeed, once your hand turns black, you can’t hide it, can you? Here. Look. This is the pitch-black hand of the Black Slaying Demonic Palm.”
Qing stretched out her beautiful long white hand.
When you learn the Black Slaying Demonic Palm, your skin turns black and the texture becomes hard and rough like tree bark, turning into a hideous black hand.
So when Qing showed off her pretty fingers waving gently, it meant “Are your eyes crooked if you see this as black?”
“Ahem. These days, kids don’t even have the basics. You should have said you learned the White Hand Demonic Arts instead.”
Even Gyeongdamgan thought this didn’t make sense.
The very idea that an orthodox female expert learned an evil demonic art, and among them one of the Ten Great Demonic Arts known to all in the martial arts world, was complete nonsense.
But with multiple subordinates testifying simultaneously, he couldn’t ignore it and tried probing once, only to be greatly embarrassed.“Ugh. The White Hand Demonic Arts are a bit…”
Qing flinched and shrank back.
But Gyeongdamgan didn’t doubt the White Hand Demonic Arts even a tiny bit.
Of course, since the White Hand Demonic Sect was the Blood Cult’s rival, if they had taken in a disciple, Gyeongdamgan would definitely know.
“Anyway, we’ll see. You’ll pay the price for your insolent behavior.”
Always saying “we’ll see.”
Qing snorted and prepared to exaggerate.
However, Gyeongdamgan just withdrew while letting out a kuhuhuk laughing sound.
What, so anticlimactic.
With nothing else to do anyway, Qing sat in lotus position and circulated her inner power. At least now she looked somewhat like a proper martial artist, not just lying around bored.
Hmm.
The cultivation points are really increasing by a mouse’s tail.
It was foolish to expect some great achievement after just half a day of qi circulation.
In fact, there was a reason Qing had been lazy about cultivating internal arts through qi circulation.
Through the combined work of the Blissful Maiden Arts and Heavenly Ice Sura Demonic Arts, Qing was in a state of automatic cultivation with twelve shichen of qi circulation whether sleeping, awake, eating, or defecating.
Come to think of it, the Blissful Maiden Arts had somehow reached 10 stars, and the Heavenly Ice Sura Demonic Arts was almost filled to 11 stars, about to receive the 12-star Great Completion special ability points soon.
The Heavenly Ice Demonic Qi that was chased was more diligent than the Blissful True Qi that chased, and the difference in cultivation point requirements between gold and red colors seemed to have widened quite a bit.
The Blood Demon King Divine Arts and Purple Lightning Demonic Arts also rose two levels each, so excluding side effects, the Blissful Maiden Arts did a great job.
Meanwhile, the Blood Cult warrior assigned to daytime guard duty was dumbfounded watching Qing sit in the middle of the prison cell doing qi circulation.
Originally, qi circulation is when a martial artist becomes defenseless focusing on their meridians. An orthodox martial artist doing qi circulation while imprisoned in the Blood Cult’s secret prison.
No matter how bold, or rather than bold, either fearless or thoughtless, or completely disregarding them, or some or all of the above.
It was dumbfounding and infuriating, and hurt the pride of a Blood Cult member who makes the Central Plains tremble in fear.
In fact, the prison guard position is the privilege of superiors.
This is because it’s a position where you can torment prisoners as much as you want as long as you don’t directly lay hands on them.
The reason the morning guard stomped on Qing’s rice ball wasn’t just because his personality was rotten.
It’s because they were allowed to do that and had been doing it.
Other than that, they each had different tastes like tormenting with words, or urinating on them, or disturbing their sleep by poking them, etc.
Making the prisoners’ minds sick by gnawing at them like that was Gyeongdamgan’s intention.
But the scene from the morning was so shocking that he didn’t particularly want to bother her.
Moreover, just watching the face of the beauty with her eyes closed peacefully made time fly.
Fuck, she’s really fucking pretty, he thought, just swallowing his saliva while waiting for the day to discard her, and before he knew it he was hungry.
It was when the guard took out his own lunch, a rice ball wrapped in bamboo leaves, and started unwrapping it.
Qing’s eyes snapped open.
The shrunken diamond-shaped light in her eyes flashed brightly as she shot a fierce gaze at the rice ball.
“Excuse me, sir? What’s the plan for this girl’s meal?”
The guard who was about to take a big bite of the rice ball after fully unwrapping the bamboo leaves frowned deeply.
Does she think this is some inn?
“Lunch?”
“What? What do you mean? No matter how much you hate someone, shouldn’t you at least let them eat?”
“How stupid. Did you think we’d give even one meal to you orthodox bastards? There will never be any meals from now on, so don’t say such idiotic things.”
“No meals? What do you mean? Clearly this morning-“
“That was private food prepared by Senior Ju, I mean that guard. If you’re hungry, you have to beg for our mercy. Whether you flatter us, kukuku.”
He meant the food was up to the guard’s discretion.
Qing understood this malicious system.
The guard sneered and continued:
“Are you hungry? Then, want to suck this old man’s cock? If I like it, I might give you one rice ball.”
“Haah. Men.”
Qing sighed deeply.
Men were originally sad beasts, so in this system where they could do anything to prisoners as long as they didn’t touch them directly, how could they resist?
Step aside, I have something to do, she thought.
“I guess there’s no choice. Then will you come over here?”
“What? Really? This easily?”
The guard who jumped up quickly reached for his waist, but suddenly his gaze fell on the red stains on the iron bars vertically dividing Qing.
A chill ran down his spine, instantly cooling the rising excitement.
“You, you bitch, trying to lure me closer.”
“My. You’re quite perceptive.”
Qing said with a sweet smile.
The guard plopped his butt down on the chair with weak knees.
“So, when are you planning to take care of my meal? By the way, I have quite a deep grudge about food? Why don’t we just get along well without creating unnecessary resentment?”
It was a threat to give her food if he didn’t want to die.
The guard martial artist seriously conflicted for a moment.
She’s a woman who wraps people around iron bars.
Is it truly wise to make an enemy over mere food? Wouldn’t it be better to just give her food as she wants and move on?
But that was only for a moment.
What could a trapped woman do anyway?
Her high spirits would only last for a while, there had never been a material that didn’t beg for mercy crying under the Vice Leader’s skills.
Especially if the material was a woman, he just had to wait until disposal.
“Stupid bitch. You should know your place. Fine, dance naked for me. If it’s satisfying to watch, I can give you this much.”
The guard tore off a fingertip-sized piece of the rice ball and showed it.
Qing sighed deeply.
Why are all bad guys like this?
“Why on earth won’t you listen when I talk? It would be good to resolve things peacefully through dialogue, but you insist on troubling people.”
“Hmph. What will you do if you’re troubled? A woman in an iron cage has a lot to say…”
The guard suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
It wasn’t a trick to annoy her, but he was shocked speechless seeing the iron bars spread wide like willow branches.
Qing had spread the iron bars like parting the curtains at a shop entrance.
Originally, steel is strong against pulling or pressing forces, but not as strong against bending.
And Qing’s strength far exceeded the level steel could handle.
Qing immediately flew through the parted iron bars.
The guard hurriedly reached for his sword, but how wide could the corridor be?
In an instant, the warrior’s nape was grabbed and he struggled, choking.
But that was only for a moment.
Once blood flow to the brain is cut off, the difference between masters and novices is just how violently they resist before fainting.
The guard martial artist was at most first-rate, so he couldn’t even put up much resistance against the enemy pressing down on him with enough force to smash him into the wall while firmly gripping his neck.
Finally, the guard went limp.
“Who doesn’t know how to get out that I’m doing this? Making people angry when I speak nicely. Really asking for a beating, a beating.”
Qing grumbled while chewing on the rice ball she grabbed with one hand, and dragging the guard back to the cell by his hair with the other hand.
Then she took off the guard’s top and tied his arms tightly behind his back, took off his pants and gagged his mouth well, then grabbed the bent iron bars.
Damn, this is easy to bend but hard to straighten.
After struggling with the iron bars for a while, Qing nodded with satisfaction after restoring the bars to a state where it was almost unnoticeable.
And then five more bamboo leaf-wrapped rice balls came out of the pouch at her waist.
Well, if just six rice balls is lunch, I guess he wouldn’t want to share.
Qing thought this while enjoying her lunch first, munch munch.
But why just plain rice with salt and no toppings? Is the Blood Cult in financial trouble? How can people live eating just rice with salt?
Still, the sticky rice in bamboo leaves was fragrant with bamboo scent and salty, chewy enough to be edible.
After gulping down six large bowls worth of rice, one the guard took out and five he had stored, totaling about three bowls.
Only then did Qing press her finger firmly on the guard’s shoulder.
Then Qing’s white, long, elegant finger sank in without any resistance.
It was a very natural invasion, as if the human shoulder blade was made of tofu.
For a moment, Qing’s expression became dreamy.
Wow… This feels so good. It’s crazy.
But the guard with a pierced shoulder didn’t feel good.
The guard’s eyes snapped open and he squirmed.
“Mmph. Mmmmph.”
His mouth was tightly gagged with a whole pair of pants, so almost no screams escaped.
“Shh. Be quiet. See, it would have been good if you just gave me food when I asked nicely. Why do you insist on troubling people?”
“Uuuh, uuuuh.”
“Now. I’m going to ungag you, but if you make any noise, you die here, okay? When people come rushing, do you think they’ll come in here to save you, or just stamp their feet watching you die miserably? Nod if you understand?”
At this, the guard nodded vigorously.
Having been at the scene that morning, he knew well that shouting for his colleagues would be of no help at all.
Because he himself was one of those unhelpful colleagues.
“Hmm. Anyway, I got to eat, so we’ll call the food grudge settled. But you have to pay the price for troubling me, right? Choose the most precious one among your right arm, left arm, and neck. I’ll pull out the less precious ones.”
It was a terribly cruel threat.
In the end, it meant he would pull out both arms.
“I, I was wrong. Please forgive me…”
“Oh. You became polite right away? I’m glad it seems we can communicate well now. There’s exactly one way for you to leave here with your limbs intact. Want to hear it?”
“Yes, yes. Please.”
“If you tell me everything you know without lying, I won’t touch a hair on your body. Ah, sorry about the shoulder. That’s already touched so it’s excluded. Anyway, if you tell me everything honestly, you can get out of here in one piece?”
“When you say everything…”
At this, Qing smiled brightly and sweetly.
“Everything. What this place is, who you people are, and things like your colleagues’ martial arts or what you do here or about the Blood Cult, everything you know.”
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