Chapter 288: Journey to Zhongnan (11)

It’s a situation where even two Transcendent Realms are no match. Of course, both Transcendent Realms were caught by despicable surprise attacks.

So how could low-level martial artist assistants without Transcendent Realm be a match?

The only one who knew how to wield weapons somewhat was the Fan Branch Leader.

The rest, judging by their clumsy sword and axe techniques, had two first-rates and second-rates, goodness, should second-rates even be counted as martial artists?

So the Fan Branch Leader could be said to be useful, but.

I see. This guy’s level. About late Peak Realm.

It’s so boring I want to kill him…

But since Seol Iri made a rare request for capture, it seemed okay to give up the pleasure.

It’s not like I’m that desperate for slaughter anyway.

“Isn’t this breaking the promise!?”

“What promise? Did we make some ceasefire agreement? If the hostage was returned, the promise was kept.”

“Sophistry!”

It is sophistry.

Now that the hostage exchange is over, there’s an implicit ceasefire agreement included to examine the hostages’ condition and provide urgent treatment.

However, you can deceive people with honesty as much as you want if you try.

Rather, being honest makes it easier to be deceived.

“No need for questions and answers! Haha, truly laughable! Martial artists wielding their tongues.”

In fact, if a Profound Realm master came rolling in asking to fight, Qing would also very diligently wag her tongue.

And very fiercely at that, to the point her tongue would wear down and become pointed.

But Qing is a new Transcendent Realm, and the Fan Branch Leader is late Peak Realm. Moreover, he has two first-rates and several martial artist assistants with him.

If it was the opposite, Qing would have drawn her sword, so it could be said this isn’t too excessive a measure this time.

“Now, here I come! My Moonlight Sword is. Hmm. Not particularly! Hungry!”

With a somehow deflating battle cry, Qing stomped the ground with a bang.

The thick raindrops hitting her face were numbing. No, rather than stopping, the rain seemed to be pouring even harder.

She had enough leisure to think other thoughts, showing how much Qing was looking down on her enemies.

And she could look down on them.

In one move, clang, the axe handle was cut in half, and in the second move, puk! A powerful palm strike of the White Hand Demonic Arts dug over an inch into the lower abdomen, so one of the Ten Great Demonic Arts, the White Hand Drought Poison, immediately struck the dantian and dug in, tearing apart the qi meridians.

To the subordinates, it looked like his axe was cut and he took a big hit to the stomach, then he collapsed unable to breathe, kuhuk heuk uk uk.

“Monster!”

Someone shouted that and immediately turned around, and that fear instantly spread, making everyone show their backs to Qing at once.

The sight of them running away abandoning even the young master they were trying so hard to protect was ridiculous.

Qing stroked the back of her head once, then ah, aish I should have recovered the hairpins first.

In the end, Qing ran on foot.

The bell kept ringing and she ran with her body, one with the Azure Sword, one with the Moonlight Sword (No. 8), one with a fallen axe head…

Aish two guys got lucky.

When they all run away at once like this, even a Transcendent Qing can’t do anything.

It’s not like she learned the art of splitting her body, how can one body handle enemies scattering in many directions?

So she roughly cut, stabbed, smashed and tore the second-rates, that is the martial artist assistants, executing them immediately.

And the Fan Branch Leader, two first-rates, and one guy lying on the ground in the rain-

What’s this, the young master’s bleeding stopped?

Oh my, at this rate he might live by mistake?

Qing neatly crushed their limbs and grabbed two by the hair in each hand, dragging them.

Anyway, Qing’s heart was overflowing with warmth as she dragged three men in each hand by their hair.

Miss Seol will really like this, right?

To the point of thinking this is why fathers bring home fried chicken on their way back.

But when she actually returned, Seol Iri’s condition wasn’t good at all.

She was lying limp, then barely lifted her eyelids at the loud clop clop of training shoes, then immediately coughed roughly and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Qing was startled and threw aside the heads, quickly rushing to Seol Iri.

“Oh no! Miss Seol? Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

Hmm. She’s okay.

Seol Iri is a woman with enough conviction to say she’s not okay if she’s not okay. She’s in this state because she only has conviction despite being incompetent.

Anyway, Qing immediately felt relieved.

“No, Miss Seol. How did you end up like this unable to beat just a few trivial bandits?”

At this, a vein popped on Seol Iri’s forehead.

“There was a late Peak Realm.”

“It was just a late Peak Realm.”

“I’m, early stage.”

“Ah.”

Qing understood.

She was even more pathetically skilled than I thought.

No wonder she didn’t come out to the Hidden Dragon Assembly.

Right. How could she show her face in front of people with early Peak Realm skills.

But even at early Peak Realm, she couldn’t beat one late Peak Realm, two first-rates, and various second and third-rates?

If it was me, I would have ambushed the Fan Branch Leader first and split his head, then dealt with the rest.

“Here. I brought their limbs nicely prepared for Miss Seol to cook. The Fan Branch Leader is here too.”

At this, Seol Iri trembled in place as if trying to get up.

Then unable to do that, she flipped over and seemed to be struggling to somehow stand on all fours, but lost balance and fell face-first a couple times.

Qing thought watching that desperate attempt:

Tsk. She’s really putting on airs.

Someone might think she’s barely handling a Transcendent Realm and collapsed.

Seeing her constantly trying to move, squirming like a bug even though she can’t control her body, it seems she’s not badly injured.

Only then, thinking “Ah. It’s over.” her strength drained, and as the excitement of battle faded, various places stung, burned, and ached.

Qing muttered “What’s this” as she wiped her thigh and saw blood on her hand:

“Ah. I’m bleeding…”

Protective force isn’t invincible.

You need to be at least a Golden Guard warrior who strengthened their body with great methods to be fine after getting hit with various things using protective force.

However, Qing had only transcended humans, not left behind the human body.

Though her muscles and bones were fine, it didn’t protect her skin, so the attacks she crudely blocked with her body when ambushing Gan Hokju had cleanly cut Qing’s skin.

Since only the skin was damaged, it wasn’t gushing blood, but.

But Qing hadn’t used that technique out of curiosity about how tough her body was.

She knew well that with multiple opponents including a Transcendent Realm, she would be in danger if she didn’t cut off heads before they could properly launch a joint attack.

Let alone one-on-one with a Transcendent Realm, even the Transcendent Transcendent Miss Qing would have trouble facing a Transcendent Realm while blades flew from all directions interfering.

So getting some skin cut in exchange for taking the heart was truly a miraculous exchange ratio.

She also succeeded in collapsing the entire enemy army by defeating their leader, so if she had fought fairly head-on she would have had to be prepared to give up an arm or leg, not just skin.

Qing’s specialty was cowardly fighting in the past and present, so if you look closely at her overwhelming aspects, they’re all surprise attacks or opponents who lost their reason after being properly scratched by the hell-mouth.

“Ugh, it stings.”

It seems there are two lines on her thigh, one on her waist, and several burning lines on her back too.

I wonder if these will leave scars…

Well, even if they scar I can use Mount Jechang ointment, hmm, but Master will be angry if she sees.

That’s right.

If Ximen Surin discovers these glorious wounds, the strongest one-shot of the thermonuclear weapons, a neutron bomb, will drop.

But the current Ximen Surin was just waiting for her disciple to return to the Divine Maiden Sect.

If at least Nanah was in the party, she would have nagged “I can’t live, why do you keep abusing your body” while still treating the wounds meticulously.

But the only companion is a useless woman who has no use except her face, drooling like a dog in front of food.

She even collapsed groaning in a worse state than Qing.

But that willpower alone was admirable.

“Kuhuk.”

She finally crawled over and grabbed the Fan Branch Leader’s arm, struggling for a while, then lifted the frozen arm and swung it down, shattering it into pieces with a clang.

“Aak! Wup, ebe-“

Seol Iri shoved ice shards into the Fan Branch Leader’s mouth as he screamed. So he frantically tried to spit out his own frozen flesh pieces while making ugly sounds.

Wow! Shattered! Human bingsu! Self-cannibalism!

Qing’s eyes shone at the intense execution she felt she would never see again in her life.

Regardless, Seol Iri who barely changed position flailing now put both hands on his crushed and broken leg.

Wow, she’s vicious, vicious.

Miss Seol knows something too.

You’re not a martial artist if you’re not vicious. Right.

It seems the resentment from being beaten to rags was quite large.

From the Fan Branch Leader’s perspective, he could feel wronged.

At least the Fan Branch Leader said not to leave blade wounds on the woman the young master would embrace, so at most she was kicked and hit with the back of axe blades and handles.

If not for that, she would have already been a corpse rolling around in S/e/o/l/I/r/i pieces.

This is why martial artists need to be vicious.

Hesitating and sparing someone leads to suffering the consequences like this.

The Fan Branch Leader was too shocked by his arm bingsu and its shocking saltiness to feel wronged.

So in the end, only one man vomiting remained, with just frozen shoulder blades and thighs left.

“Ah. Miss Seol. He’s not your enemy. Leave the young master alone.”

Qing stopped her like that as Seol Iri headed towards the young master.

Seol Iri obediently changed direction and crawled.

The other bandits already had their limbs prepared by Qing, so their arms and legs were bent awkwardly.

As Seol Iri approached clumsily on all fours, they just screamed and squirmed.

Well. Let Miss Seol enjoy herself.

“Hmm. Young master.”

“P-please spare me, please, save me.”

“That won’t do. If I spare you, you’ll just bring your mom and dad for revenge anyway, right?”

“No, that will absolutely never-“

“Eh. Enough. How do you want to die? I know how to use ice arts too. Should I freeze you once? It looked clean with no blood splatter.”

“Save me! Please spare me!”

“Hmm.”

Hmm. This doesn’t feel right.

Something, I should be getting more heated up, unable to resist wanting to see blood with a pounding excitement I can’t control.

Something. I’m annoyed…

Suddenly annoyed, Qing picked up the young master and threw him hard towards a large puddle outside the roof.

With her strength, he traced a high arc and rolled on the ground with a splat, bone protruding from his broken arm.

He seemed to be screaming loudly.

But the scream was drowned out by the loud shaa of rain.

If left alone he’ll die on his own, she thought.

And then.

Seol Iri finally froze and shattered all the arms and legs of Qing’s gifts, the Fan Branch Leader and two first-rates.

“Hmm. Not going to finish them?”

“No. It’s already over.”

“Ah. Natural thawing. Hmm. Wouldn’t they melt faster if we throw them outside?”

Seol Iri nodded.

At this, Qing lifted the Fan Branch Leader first.

Now. Take aim and fire!

The Fan Branch Leader’s body traced a large arc and hit the young master’s body.

It was a touching reunion of men that couldn’t be watched without tears.

After Qing threw the other two guys to hit the young master too, Seol Iri collapsed completely on her stomach.

“Miss Seol? Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“You can’t even control your body.”

“Yes.”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yes.”

Hmm. Is this… normal?

“Instead of doing this here, we should get a room and sleep comfortably, hmm. We should head down soon. Hmm?”

And Qing realized a big problem.

“Miss Seol. I’m asking just in case. Can you drive a carriage right now?”

“I’ll do it.”

Not yes or no, but I’ll do it.

Her will is admirable, but we have to go down the mountain in this downpour. One wrong move and we could roll down with the whole carriage, doesn’t it seem dangerous?

“Hmm. Come to think of it, there should be beds in the stronghold too. These bandit bastards usually take extremely good care of the boss’s quarters.”

Thinking about it, there’s no need to hurry and escape in this downpour.

Who would come looking through this rain, she thought.

As Qing lifted Seol Iri like that:

“Keuup!”

A rather sharp scream was half cut off between clenched teeth.

“Miss Seol?”

“I’m, I’m fine.”

“Hmm. Bear with it a little. Let’s see. Over there.”

At that moment.

Kwarrung! Kugugugugu…!

It was an indescribably huge sound.

Not the kind that makes your ears ring like lightning striking nearby.

It was the kind of sound heard from far away but so big it’s heard with the ears and felt as vibrations rising through the feet from the ground.

Qing’s first thought at that roar was:

What’s this, a landslide? Did a landslide happen?