I Am This Murim's Crazy Bitch

Chapter 29: The Waves in Front of the Yangtze River Goes Blah Blah Blah (3)

The Waves in Front of the Yangtze River Goes Blah Blah Blah (3)

The splendidly set table was less substantial than it appeared.

The food, prepared in advance, had cooled to a tepid temperature.

The alcohol was bland, almost lacking in its toxicity.

Yet even so, Qing was extremely satisfied.

Because it was free!

Moreover, was it not something everyone could understand?

No flammables allowed on boats.

No drunkenness allowed during water activities.

Qing wolfed down the food.

If Ximen Surin had seen this, she would have been horrified, thus launching a nuclear noogie carpet bombing operation.

This was how a beauty of the Central Plains was supposed to eat.

Pick up a morsel as tiny as a sparrows tear and gently place it in the mouth.

Chew with small movements of the jaw, lips slightly pursed.

And then, swallow with a somewhat exaggerated motion.

Maintain a facial expression that slightly furrows the brows to avoid any wrinkles.

This was the dining method of Xi Shi, the Most Beautiful Woman in History, said to possess a transcendent beauty that would never be seen again, whether in the past or the future.

Ximen Surin was armed with a strong, self-reliant nuclear arsenal to indoctrinate Qing into this elegant dining method.

Thus, Qing could also, obviously, perform this dining method, rumored to be the epitome of beauty.

After all, there was no such thing as strong in the face of the all powerful whip.

If there was someone who could stand firm in front of a whip, perhaps it was worth considering that the whip was lacking, rather than the person being exceptional.

But Ximen Surin underestimated Qing too much.

Her understanding of human correction was slightly lacking.

Honestly, her idea of instilling manners and grace as habits was revolutionary enough to make all the teachers of the Central Plains leap to their feet, in a frenzy to learn such sacred ways.

The result of such an avant-garde was Qing.

Qing could now perfectly perform forty-two different hairstyles.

She had reached a realm where if it felt slightly loose, her hands would automatically move to fix it.

Her stride slowed, no longer walking as if there were two huge bowling balls of steel hanging from her crotch, and her movements became more leisurely and feminine.

She knew how to smooth out the wrinkles in her clothes by using Inner Qi and sew up a burst seam neatly.

But habits were ultimately in the realm of the unconscious.

There were desires that surpassed the unconscious, so some actions could never become habits.

For example, preferences.

Qing originally loved the feeling of her mouth being fully stuffed with food, at the point of bursting.

She was only suppressed by nuclear noogies, but now that she was free, there was no need to hold back.

Even Cha Namjeong was slightlyawakened by Qings all too hearty manner of feasting.

Damsel, please eat more slowly. There are other dishes too.

Ah, Ill eat those too, so its okay.

?

Didnt she say she was a female martial artist?

Was she some fucking beggar in disguise? Did everything she ate go straight to her chest? How can she eat so fucking much?

Cha Namjeongs anger began to rise.

What kind of bitch was this?!

She didnt have coquetry or charm. She did not even have a hint of desire to act cute to him.

Basically, she wasnt trying to sweetly curry favor as an attempt in becoming the daughter-in-law of a Regional Inspector!

If so, this wasnt fun at all.

The moment when the mask worn through seduction was stripped away was crucial.

It was honestly pleasing if they cursed and resisted, or better yet, cried and begged for their life.

But with her mind so completely engrossed in solely the food, how could he not be furious?

Cha Namjeong was positively seething inside.

However, as Qing started to enjoy the alcohol after sufficiently filling her belly up, his wrath disappeared as if it never existed in the first place.

The way Qing leisurely sipped her drink, void of any hurry, was the part least needed to be corrected by Ximen Surins harsh nuclear noogies.

Moreover, Qing had mastered the White Hand Demonic Arts.

One might wonder why Demonic Arts had anything to do with the Dao of Alcohol, but one of the characteristics of White Hand Demonic Arts was the beautiful shape of the hands.

As thin and slender as a sliver of jade; the most elegant and beautiful hands, yet also the most cruel.

This phrase was inseparable from the description of White Hand Demonic Arts.

The skin of the hands was so pale it was almost transparent.

The slender and long fingers that gracefully wrapped around the cup embodied liquid beauty.

The side profile of Qing, leaning against the railing and sipping from the cup, exuded a devilish charm that bewitched men instantly.

Cha Namjeong approached with a lecherous smile, feeling the awakening of his alter ego.

It seems like the alcohol suits your taste?

I would have preferred it to be something stronger, though.

The alcohol was so bland that it hardly even resembled alcohol.

Well, that is obviously because I hoped the Damsel wouldnt get too drunk. A woman who is drunk and confused is no fun at all.

Fun? What kind of fun?

Well

The men on the deck started to stand up, slowly approaching her way.

Then, the men surrounding Qing drew their swords.

Ooh.

Qing steadied her racing heart.

Is it finally starting? Are we going to kill each other now?

One k¹14.4 minutes. Ancient time terms :)). Ill give you just one k.

One k?

We will depart after one k, so try to run away wherever you can. If you can hold out for just half a shchn, we will let you go safely. I promise this.

And if I cant?

Then you shall be sharing a love of cloud and rain²just a more elegant way of saying sexual intercourse uwegh disgusting with all of us today.

Ooooh. This isnt the skill of someone whos planned this only once or twice before, huh.

Qing was pleased. Very pleased.

Then, I, too, can enjoy myself without worries.

Ah. By the way, I would not recommend jumping out of the boat now. This is the Three Gorges, after all. It would be an exceedingly painful way of ending yourself.

The Three Gorges was famously treacherous.

The water flowed differently above and below, with plunge pools rising and falling throughout the entire area.

It was to the extent that even the river water was discolored due to such a phenomenon.

The waters were so rough that even skilled martial artists could not swim through without being swept away.

Hmmm.

Qing slowly walked forward.

The men holding swords tilted their bodies to make way.

It wasnt that they were stepping aside, but more as it to say, Try rubbing your body on us if you wish to pass by.

Qing did not pass through them.

Instead she grabbed the blade of a mans sword with her bare hand.

And then, as easily as plucking a flowered branch, she snapped the sword in two.

Qing clenched and unclenched the hand that held the blade.

The sword, crumpled long and thin, clattered to the ground.

The previous atmosphere of ridicule from the men froze instantly.

Qing examined the palm that had crushed the blade.

There was not a hint of a scratch or a bruise left.

Only then did Qing smile in satisfaction.

Thats right. This is the shit.

This is why I just have to learn Purple Martial Arts.

Well, then. You saw that, right? You motherfucking rapists. How fucking ridiculous. What are you, a circus? What the fuck do you mean run away when were on this cramped ass ship? Should I jump into the sky or something? Or into the grou- ah right, there is no ground. Anyway. To think that fuckers with cocks hanging- oh maybe not hangingTo think that fuckers with cocks attached to them would resort to this instead of trying to confess directly and proudly. You are an absolute disgrace to your dicks. You dont deserve them. Fuck, Im getting second-hand embarrassment just by standing next to you cucks.

What on earth was happening?

The mens gazes shifted between Qing and the twisted metal that was once a sword.

Hehhhhh? Still havent come to your senses? You little pieces of shits.

Qings hand shot up then fell down.

Her four fingers smoothly burrowed into the top of a mans head.

Passing through the skull, it scrambled the brain. Literally.

From the eye socket to the cheekbone, across the upper jawbone and teeth, reaching all the way down to the lower jawbone.

The fingers, which were gently pulled out as if scooping fine sand, emerged in front of the Adams apple.

The man with four deep grooves carved into his face collapsed.

His body twitched.

It was because of the remaining nerves, not yet dulled, trying to desperately send signals to a nonexistent brain.

The corpses head showed four deep wounds.

The innards swelling from there protruded in a bumpy manner.

Oh my world. Oh my, oh my.

Qing shuddered.

She had gone inside and came out of someones head with each one of those long and slender fingers in all its entirety.

It was not some figure of speech.

It was actually a literal, physical intrusion.

From that, she felt deeply moved. After all, there was that profound sensation of digging into bone.

Warmth spread from her dantian throughout her body.

A rush far sweeter than what any bland alcohol could provide electrified her nerves.

There really was a difference between using a sword and bare hands.

Its like the difference between picking my nose with or without gloves, huh.

Practically in ecstasy with how pleased she was, Qings smile stretched so wide it almost reached her ears.

Do you still not understand the situation? Youre not gonna run? Good. Thats right! Go! My Moonlight Sword..is over there, so Let me try that again.

Qing clenched and unclenched her fist as she spoke again.

Well then, my Moonlight Hand is starving. Ready or not, here I come~

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Cha Namjeong couldnt make sense of the current situation.

Where did it all go wrong?

What is she? What is wrong with that bitch! Is that even human? Shes a completely crazy bitch!

It seems we have messed with the wrong person.

What are you even doing there?! Shes just a fucking woman, isnt she? Why are you not going out to confront her? Just kill her. I dont even want to touch a filthy woman like that. Im not shagging her.

The guard cringed, bowing his neck.

Young Master, that female is truly formidable..

What did you just say? Then are you a fake Master? Shes just one bitch, isnt she? Do you even see how many armed men we have? Who does she think she is?

Young Master, when a person strikes someone on the head, isnt it normal for it to crack or burst?

Of course. What an obvious question.

But that female scooped out flesh and bone like clay. That cant be done even if using a blade.

The guard trembled.

Even if it were possible, actually doing it was an entirely different matter.

It was clear from his appearance that the guard was utterly, truly terrified.

Only then did Cha Namjeong realize the gravity of the situation; his anger faded, leaving only a face pale with fright.

W-What is that supposed to mean?

We cant win against her. Not even if all of us combine. It is absolutely impossible. We touched the wrong person.

What? What are you saying?! You were the one who said she looked soft!

That is not what is important. The important part is that even if she is a Master of Murim, she would think twice before making an enemy out of a Regional Inspector.

Cha Namjeong turned pale and quickly interjected.

Then?

First, let us try to soothe her gently and then lure her with wealth. Judging by the way she gorges herself, she seems to be from some poor sect, so it should definitely be possible to settle this with money.

Really? It should be, right?

That was when it happened.

Knock, knock, knock. The sound of someone knocking on the door.

-Excuse me, are you in there? Im pretty sure I heard voices coming from this direction

Cha Namjeong and his guard covered their mouths.

-Maybe not? Did I hear wrong.

After murmuring, Thats weird, silence ensued.

After a while, the two naturally lowered their hands from their mouths.

Suddenly, fingers naturally sprouted from the cabin door.

They slipped through without any sound, as if passing through the door.

Soon, the fingers moved downwards.

A long crack trailed behind them like a tail.

The two exchanged hurried glances and stuck close to the wall where the door was attached.

A terrifying presence was felt beyond the door.

It was an overwhelming killing intent.

-Theres actually no one, huh? I just waited for no reason. What a waste. I thought they were just pretending not to be here.

And then, the sound of footsteps slowly faded away.

For a while, the two mimicked statues once again.

Only after one k had long passed did they finally catch their breath.

Is that a human or a ghost?

I do not know. Jianghu truly is vas

The guard suddenly stopped talking.

Young Master

What?

When walking inside the ship.do footstepsmake a sound?

Wouldnt there obviously be the sound of footsteps when walking? Why suddenly?

That..Usually, we would hear the creaking of wood.

Huh?

Both froze at once.

Cold sweat broke out, pouring down like a waterfall.

Their necks creaked as they turned their heads towards the door.

And then, through the long vertical hole in the cabin door

Their eyes met the gaze of someone watching them.

-Found you~

/genesisforsaken