Chapter 280: Journey to Zhongnan (3)

“T-twelve men.”

The driver suddenly became very polite.

Qing found this truly satisfactory.

Indeed, if someone has no manners, their head needs to fly off before they learn courtesy.

Originally, manners and etiquette are characteristics that only appear in educated people.

Because manners and etiquette are learned.

Only idiots and morons who haven’t learned act rudely thinking it makes them look strong. But in fact it doesn’t make them look strong, it makes them look like they have no parents.

However, there was no compulsory education in the Central Plains, so there were many uneducated people.

So in the martial arts world, they would quickly correct this by putting a knife to the neck.

Like this.

“Twelve. Hmm. A bit disappointing. Is that all?”

“Y-yes!”

The driver’s vision went dark!

If she says it’s disappointing after hearing there are twelve more, she’s not just a master but something else entirely.

Damn, I should have recognized her when they said her beauty was extraordinary, he thought with belated regret.

But when he committed the crime, the driver’s thoughts were exactly this – Ah whatever, I’m only going to live once like a bug anyway, before I die I should crush a peerless beauty under me at least once!

“But this isn’t your first time doing this, is it? Did everyone fall for your good looks?”

In fact, there were two more drivers with even higher evil karma than him. Drivers often moonlighted as human traffickers, robbers and rapists, so how much worse could it be?

But those guys looked vicious from the start. If you entrust yourself to someone who looks like a criminal at first glance and suffer, that’s close to natural selection.

The reason he specifically chose this guy was because his impression was so good. If it was modern times, he could easily go beyond asking if you know the Way to being a cult leader with that kind and gentle face.

His very appearance was perfect for producing innocent victims, so this bastard needed to be removed.

Looking at his evil karma, countless victims must have already held funerals, but he needed to prevent more from happening.

“Now. Shake it.”

“Y-yes?”

“The carriage needs to shake a lot so the other bastards will think oh he’s having some fun and come running. If the driver calls them, they’ll think why isn’t he having fun alone and be suspicious.”

“Then.”

“What are you doing not shaking? Come on. Pretend the carriage floor is a pretty young lady, aren’t you going to get in position quickly?”

Qing’s blade turned black. And eerie eyeballs popped up on the completely blackened blade of the Moonlight Sword (No. 8).

After reaching the Transcendent Realm, she could handle the Heaven-Shattering Demonic Qi a tiny bit more.

Anyway, it’s useless qi when someone’s watching, so using it first when no one’s looking allows efficient use of inner force.

The driver took an awkward position at that vicious sight.

“No. Who has sex with a woman so awkwardly, are you standing at attention? Lie down flat? I said the carriage floor is a peerless beauty.”

At this, the driver lay flat on the floor.

Then he started bouncing up and down.

“Aish.”

Qing’s blade thwack. It separated the driver’s ear above/below and stuck into the floor.

But when a blade immediately sticks into the side of your head, you don’t scream in pain.

“Huk.”

“Do it properly. Properly. Are you just going to stick it in and shake when having sex with a peerless beauty? You have to start with kissing. Use your tongue actively too. Don’t you know what I mean?”

“Y-yes!”

The driver had another realization.

He hadn’t just run into a master, but a properly crazy master.

At this, the driver gave a life-or-death performance, licking and sucking and stroking the dirty carriage floor like crazy.

“Heheh.”

Qing giggled seeing that sight.

“You seem to be putting too much force into foreplay, why don’t you thrust hard? Until the carriage flips over.”

“Yes, sir!”

And so the carriage started shaking with creaks and groans.

Once it started moving with momentum, the amplitude got faster and bigger.

With the driver’s desperate performance, the carriage made creaking and twisting sounds, cursing its fucking passengers.

Then voices rushing through the rain reached Qing’s ears.

-How much fun is this bastard having, the carriage is about to tip over.

-Boss, didn’t you see what woman he’s fucking? I already pulled out.

-You crazy bastard, why pull out so wastefully? You have to put it all inside, gather what spills out and put it back in nicely, then close it up tight so she cries and makes a fuss.

Hmm. Death penalty.

Qing quickly passed judgment.

And finally the carriage door flung open.

“Hey, if you’re going to have fun we should have fun together. Huh?”

“Of course. Joy shared is doubled, sorrow shared is halved, pain shared is fun for me. Making people wait. Now! Bang!”

Qing shouted as she kicked the solar plexus of the man hanging on the carriage entrance with her foot.

The men tumbled out in a tangle.

Qing lightly stepped down on top of them and crunch, hehe. First one ankle received.

First you have to aim for the feet so they can’t run away.

There are twenty-four ankles, but actually you only need to take out half of them.

So Qing stomped, ow, kicked ow, lightly cut with her sword so the tendon snapped, wow, this hand feel.

When a quick-witted guy turned his back, a hairpin flew. The hairpin buried into his ankle with just the head sticking out.

They were already in a careless state to the point that some had undone their waistbands, expecting an unexpected attack, and the boss-like guy had already fallen and crushed half of them.

Plus heavy rain obscures vision and dark clouds make the day dark.

On top of that, Transcendent Transcendent Qing was rampaging, so she lightly stepped on laid ankles, now causing a mass occurrence of things that used to be ankles.

But bad guys will be bad guys after all.

Quick situational judgment led to a flurry of backs running away, so Qing’s hairpins flew, and flew again, and flew again, and flew again until finally the last hairpin was in Qing’s hand.

Her long hair that was usually tied up in a bun spilled down heavily to behind her knees, wet with rain.

Her master had ordered not to cut the glossy black hair because it would be a waste.

Fortunately the last hairpin didn’t need to fly through the sky, thanks to everyone rolling in the mud clutching their ankles with no one escaping.

Qing grabbed a bunch of her hair, tied it up on one side in a knot, and skillfully finished with the remaining long hairpin.

And then, one, two, three… twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fif-teen!

What is this? There are three more?

Did you lie to me?

Of course, I could take plenty more of such happy lies.

But that doesn’t mean I can overlook the crime of daring to try to deceive Miss Transcendent Qing.

“Driver mister. You said twelve? There are fifteen.”

“Huk, how, already.”

“Now. Explain. How are there three more? Can you not count?”

“Th-that can’t be. There were definitely twelve.”

“What is this, are you saying I lied? Go count them.”

“Urk! W-wait!”

Qing grabbed the driver’s ankle and swept him across the floor, throwing him outside.

The driver who was flailing in a puddle with a splat sound since the ground was muddy finally raised his upper body and wiped his face.

To conclude, the driver did not lie to Qing!

When he said they could crush a peerless beauty, three friends were brought along with the close friendship between criminals.

Hmm. That close friendship, I should send them off together so it can continue in the afterlife.

Anyway, the driver honestly said what he knew. But you can sufficiently deceive someone even with an honest attitude.

“So what? The person who was deceived is right here. In conclusion, since I was deceived, it’s right that the driver deceived me, right? Yes. Death penalty.”

“W-wait!”

“Don’t shout already. There’s still lots and lots of time left to shout. If your voice gets hoarse and you start panting, it takes the energy out of the listener too, so you have to scream freshly for a long long time. So pace yourself well.”

What’s the difference between sword qi and sword force?

I’m quite curious too, so from now on I’ll explore through practice.

So Qing stabbed and cut and slashed and cut bones and stripped flesh and peeled skin and gouged out various things, trying all the actions you can do with a blade, alternating between sword qi and sword force to compare.

This could be called the passionate training of an excellent martial artist to find the fundamental difference between sword qi and sword force.

Sword qi cuts well.

But sword force cuts really well!

If sword qi feels like swish, swish, sword force feels like shak!

For now, sword qi wins for hand feel.

Sword force is too sharp so there’s not really a feeling that comes through.

Qing was greatly, no, Qing was disappointed.

In fact, when you greatly look forward to something, it’s not easy for that anticipation to be fulfilled with sufficient satisfaction.

So Qing’s feelings after using sword force were like that too.

This is why you don’t use stiff rods that might break instead (a type of fishing rod).

If you catch fish with a stiff fishing rod with big sharp hooks, they come up smoothly without any effort as you reel.

But who fishes to catch fish?

If that’s the case, it’s better to just sweep them up with a trawl net.

In that sense, sword qi was like a fishing rod, and sword force was like a net pulled by a fishing boat.

It excellently fulfills the original purpose of catching fish, but it’s no fun, just tiring work.

But when combined with Shadowless Divine Hands, it enabled unexpectedly wondrous skills.

Qing could handle the sharp Azure Sword like her own fingers through sword training.

And Shadowless Divine Hands is a divine art of pickpocketing that maintains a distance of almost touching and digs in to steal.

So if you adjust the distance a little differently, get closer, for example slide along the skin between muscle and skin.

But what would you use long thin strips of human skin for?

If you used it as paper and blood as ink to write a jiangshi technique book, you might encounter something amazing in later generations.

But Qing didn’t know anything about jiangshi techniques, so sadly that future won’t happen.

So as Qing thoroughly enjoyed her hobby, in the end only the driver was left.

Qing approached the driver slowly, one step at a time, with a strained smile.

And then she suddenly thought.

Oh. What is this? I was thinking I shouldn’t kill this one.

Why was that? Why did I try to keep him alive? Was there a reason?

Qing carefully retraced her thoughts.

The conclusion was, hmm! I don’t know!

I guess I was planning to kill him in some brilliant way but forgot, she thought.

As Qing approached with killing intent, the driver had already lost his mind.

That’s because he saw with his own eyes the sight of her dismembering people while smiling widely with a mouth split like an evil spirit.

Moreover, she would suddenly collapse and have thin but violent convulsions while rolling in the mud, so she no longer looked human.

Even if he had kept his wits, he couldn’t have run away.

Holes were punched through both his insteps, and his shin broke when he fell from the carriage.

Looking at the driver’s face blankly staring up at her, Qing clicked her tongue tsk, and finally finished with the White Hand Demonic Arts, her hand digging in under the solar plexus through the skin and firmly grasping the heart.

Wow! Now this is mine!

This is something I can do whatever I want with!

I can control this bastard’s heart!

I’m in control!

Qing, like a surgeon using the absolute last resort, squeezed the heart hard to forcibly circulate blood wildly.

When she tripled the heart rate, blood seeped out of holes all over the body.

Blood pressure forcibly skyrocketed to the point that all the blood vessels in the body burst at once.

The whites of the eyes with all the blood vessels burst swelled up bright red, oh, what’s this? It turns red when tripled? Is that the principle?

And finally that faint moment, that very instant when something living turns into a dead object, that fleeting moment, that truly brief moment.