I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch - Chapter 239: Even Vagabonds Have Their Own Code Of Honor. (12)
Meanwhile, the Hyeonkaekdang was in a state of solemn silence, like a funeral home. It was so quiet you could hear an ant crawling, as everyone kept their mouths shut in gloom.
Thanks to this, even breathing sounds became embarrassing, making people uncomfortable about their own breathing.
Then, Wang Nopil, master of the Chair Fighting Technique, suddenly spoke with a determined expression:
“We can’t just wait like this.”
“Brother Wang. But what can we do? If the parasites go wild, we’ll just be burdens rolling on the floor.”
“Are you saying we should just wait like this? When we don’t know what hardships Miss Ximen might be going through, should we just sit here breathing?”
“Then what? Should we all rush in and suffer hardships together to feel better?”
At this, Wang Nopil shook his head.
“No. But we could ask for help from the Murim Alliance masters. We have no choice but to go and beg on our knees to rescue Miss Ximen.”
Dao Laiman of the Single Yang Saber Technique stopped him.“That’s not right. Miss Ximen is a woman. If rumors spread, she won’t be able to hold her head up for the rest of her life. Didn’t Miss Ximen tell us to wait because she has a plan? We should trust Miss Ximen and wait now.”
“Ha. Is that petty face what matters? What does face matter if you’re dead? Miss Ximen is from a vagabond background too, so she’d think life is more precious than such face-“
“If Miss Ximen who thinks that way let herself be captured, doesn’t that mean she must have a plan even more?”
The two men’s opinions diverged.
Wang Nopil wanted to report to the Murim Alliance immediately and launch a rescue operation, while Dao Laiman said they should trust Qing and wait longer.
At this point, Ma Yeongjeon of the Earth-Lying Fist cut in:
“Enough. What good does it do for us to fight amongst ourselves? I heard there’s an elder from the Divine Maiden Sect who participates in ceremonies with Miss Ximen. Shouldn’t we at least inform the sect elder?”
All the vagabonds agreed to this.
So they sent someone to the Wucheon Pavilion to invite the Divine Maiden Sect elder.
As a result, Ximen Surin, who received the vagabonds’ summons, was so dumbfounded and speechless that she couldn’t even laugh in disbelief.
What’s this about? Who’s calling who?
No matter how urgent the matter they needed to discuss privately, there were limits.
Ximen Surin is a great elder of the martial arts world who, in terms of age, rank, and realm, is so far above the vagabonds that even making a comparison would be a huge disrespect.
Of course, the vagabonds could feel wronged too.
Since Ximen Surin didn’t officially participate in the Murim Conference, she didn’t sit in the elders’ seats above even the Murim Alliance’s VIP seats, what you might call the Old Masters’ seats.
So mere vagabonds couldn’t know who the noble lady occasionally sitting next to Qing was.
Even the children of prestigious families didn’t know, so when they asked someone who should know, they were told not to ask and not even go near.
But not knowing is one thing, and being presumptuous is another.
Rather, when it’s this ridiculous, you become curious to hear what nonsense they’ll spout.
And so Ximen Surin ended up visiting the low-grade lodgings of the Hyeonkaekdang for the first time in her life, a place she never thought she’d have any connection with.
“You called for me?”
“Yes. Aren’t you an elder of the Divine Maiden Sect, madam? There’s something you must know-“
“You called without even knowing who I am? That’s interesting. I am Ximen Surin, but are you not going to introduce yourselves before an elder?”
It was an old person’s mischief.
She intended to teach these rude youngsters a lesson in manners when they turned pale and flustered.
But to her surprise,
When they heard Ximen Surin’s name, everyone’s color returned and their eyes brightened as if relieved or saved.
“Matriarch! Please help us! Actually…!”
And so all the vagabonds prostrated themselves and relayed the past events. They didn’t hesitate to reveal their shameful deeds, giving a detailed account from obtaining the Temporary Indulgence Pills to the parasites and pursuit, and Qing’s heroic sacrifice.
“You, you bastards…!”
The anger of the Greatest Woman Under Heaven erupted violently.
Ximen Surin’s hair stood on end and a thousand-jin heavy pressure crushed down on the vagabonds.
“How, how could you not report this immediately last night! My goodness, the Blood Cult, those degenerates, this can’t be! Where, where are they?!”
“I can guide you right away-“
“What are you saying! Why aren’t we rushing out right now!”
Ximen Surin’s vision went dark.
No doubt her kind and naive stupid disciple must have rashly gone out to save these good-for-nothing bastards without knowing anything about parasites or what kind of people the Blood Cult are.
Probably saying nonsense like she can just escape if things go wrong.
This can’t be. Not the Blood Cult.
What terrible fate must her disciple be suffering at the hands of those degenerates, those inhuman, vile beasts?
Just thinking about it made her heart sink and her mind go blank, feeling like her soul would fly out.
What is that damn Divine Thief bastard doing!
Was it a mistake to carelessly entrust her to him, thinking he must be learned and upright as a lecturer at the Hanlin Academy?
Her disciple who left with a bright smile saying she’d be right back, seemed to appear before her eyes even now.
“Ah. I was surprised you just left. We must have passed each other. Oh. The vagabonds are here too.”
Seeming to appear…?
“Master! That’s right. You know those Blood Cult bastards? Your disciple found out where their base is. Those really damn bastards. So-“
“Ximen Qing! You brat!”
Thwack!!!
Qing collapsed to the floor without even screaming, clutching her head.
She learned firsthand that when it hurts too much, you can’t even roll around exaggerating, but just freeze in that fallen position.
“Miss Ximen!” “Miss Ximen!”
“Miss Ximen! Are you alright!”
And the vagabonds rushed over and knelt before the fallen Qing.
Some of the more sensitive ones even shed tears, their joy and relief at seeing Qing and their worry bursting out all at once.
Though the sight of men kneeling before the fallen Qing was a bit strange.
“Kuhuk, to go this far for us…”
“Come on, we’re fellow vagabonds. What did I say? What are vagabonds?”
“…Loyalty.”
“There. That’s it, right? It’s fine, so just go to the third floor of the Wucheon Pavilion. You know Nanah, I mean Poison Flower? Hae-eodok-hwa will give you an urgent prescription, so think of it as sleeping deeply for 3-4 days.”
After urging the vagabonds who couldn’t raise their heads from emotion, gratitude, apology and embarrassment to go quickly and seeing them off, the stern-faced Ximen Surin remained.
“I absolutely cannot let this slide this time. What on earth were you thinking, doing such a reckless thing. If you want to die, girl, you should just tell this old woman. I’ll cleanly split you in half.”
“Hehehe, were you worried?”
“Is this something to laugh about! When I heard you swallowed a parasite and were captured by the Blood Cult bastards, I nearly fainted!”
“Uh. I’m sorry. Um. There’s something I didn’t tell you, Master, actually I have a constitution that, um, is completely immune to poison.”
“Completely immune to poison? You’re saying you’re immune to all poisons? And you were just born with it? That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Hehe. Well, they say there’s such a thing. Um. That kind of thing. Um. I hear it’s not a good thing.”
Ximen Surin glared at Qing.
For some reason, she couldn’t meet her gaze and kept lowering her eyes, clearly reluctant to speak and trying to hide something.
Rather than skillfully deceiving, she was openly showing discomfort and asking not to be questioned, which made it difficult to probe even though it was upsetting.
“I see. Since poison doesn’t affect you, you just swallowed the parasite. Is there no poison among all poisons that works on you?”
“Yes. It seems no poison affects me at all.”
“So you were confident you could escape no matter what, so you went and got captured willingly.”
“You know. If I’m tied up I can untie myself, if I’m blocked I can break through…”
Ximen Surin sighed deeply.
There was no reason to blame her further since she didn’t act recklessly without a plan.
Rather, it was praiseworthy heroism, but she just couldn’t bring herself to praise her.
“Alright then. So, where are those Blood Cult bastards?”
“Um, there’s a surprisingly large space spread out under Kaifeng.”
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In Qing’s homeland, there was once a popular self-deprecating phrase: “Dreams are grand, but reality is a sewer.”
The Condemned Demon Gyeongdamgan was exactly like that.
Gyeongdamgan also had a grand dream.
In the twilight of his life, he wanted to carefully polish that precious material that seemed like it would never come again, and burn that final flame until disposal.
So he was more inspired and excited than ever before.
First, as punishment for her insolence in the morning, he’d cut off the heads of one or two vagabonds and bring them to her.
There were twenty of them, so about ten could be killed. But to have fun returning them to at least ten people, just half.
Then by causing anger through misunderstanding among the vagabonds, he imagined them all shouting “It’s all because of you!” at her and carrying out cruel and miserable violence and rape.
That’s how he wanted to dispose of her.
Yes, using Sword Flower who was captured first would be good too.
Put them in the same room, give them a luxurious meal and rotten rice soaked in urine, and say they can only eat one, let the two of them decide.
Would the Divine Maiden Sect disciple be able to yield? Or would she reveal her ugly true nature, unable to endure?
A nice bed and a filth bucket would be good too.
Sword Flower was already half broken, so if he gently coaxed her to turn her resentment towards the Divine Maiden Sect disciple, what a great spectacle it would be.
How exquisite it would be if he could make Sword Flower directly torture the Divine Maiden Sect disciple…
These were his grand dreams.
But the vagabond bastards were holed up in the Murim Alliance and wouldn’t come out. As if they had planned it, they were completely shut in.
Even for the Murim Alliance, steeped in peace and completely off guard, it was too risky to reach out now.
Anyway, there were two vagabonds going out for the next match, so should he catch and drag them out then?
Not wanting to return empty-handed, he picked out four innocent heads to throw at the Divine Maiden Sect disciple.
He intended to give them as a gift, saying “You killed two, so I’ll return four.”
Would you feel guilty? Or angry?
He wanted to see her tears, but he hoped she wouldn’t break.
As he was humming and returning underground with four heads packaged up like that, he heard the news that Sword Flower had escaped.
It was the moment when the wonderful plan he had worked out was instantly shattered.
“What! You lost the bitch with the parasite planted in her!? How is that possible! You fucking idiots! Then, what about that Divine Maiden Sect disciple!?”
“Uh. Um. She’s still in the prison cell.”
“Whew. Right. That bitch absolutely can’t escape. She has a hostage life. Kuhuhuk! How will she react when I tell her Sword Flower escaped? I heard they had a conflict? I’ll make her misunderstand that she was abandoned and left behind…”
Then the subordinate scratched the back of his head.
“Well, it was the Divine Maiden Sect disciple who helped Sword Flower escape.”
“What! Didn’t you say she was still in the cell?”
At this, the subordinate hesitated for a moment before spilling:
“Well, she went out and came back on her own. Said she was hungry and came back for dinner…”
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