Chapter 254: Advent of the Divine Dragon (10)

With his mouth wide open and only his eyeballs moving left and right, he looked like a lazy frog waiting for a fly to enter.

Then Wuxue suddenly raised his voice:

“You, child, child, you!”

“Yes? Did I do something wrong? Ah. Perhaps it smeared because it wasn’t dry-“

“That’s not it, Sanskrit, did you know how to write Sanskrit?”

Sanskrit is difficult.

Originally it was a script used by ascetic monks, and the ascetic monks of India were nobility who treated all commoners like beasts.

Here, beast doesn’t mean looking down on them, but actually dirty beasts. If a commoner’s flesh touched an ascetic monk, they would be executed for the crime of defiling a priest with dirty beast flesh.

Therefore, the language of these ascetic monks had to be special. Sanskrit was a script deliberately made difficult so that dirty beasts wouldn’t dare to read or write it.

First, there are no spaces. Not only that, but since all the letters in a sentence must be connected, the basic shape of each letter changes completely according to the beginning, middle and end of words.

This brings terribly complex changes with different verbs and tenses for each subject, and all nouns, verbs and adjectives have separate masculine, neuter and feminine forms, as well as distinguishing singular, dual and plural.

On top of that, as a phonetic script, it must be written exactly as it sounds when spoken aloud.

If you were to write the curse “You acted like a dick so you’re a dick” in Sanskrit, it would become something like “Nigajokkachigorutjjanajokkatne”.

So they said it takes ten years to speak properly, ten years to read, and ten years to write.

Because of this, even Shaolin’s scholar monks only start researching Sanskrit scriptures after their hair has turned white.

For a twenty-year-old girl, and a woman at that, to be able to use it neatly is bound to be surprising.

Could she be a princess from India?

Somehow her large eyes that look like they’ll pop out if you poke them are a bit sunken, does that give a bit of that feeling? Or not?

But her snow-white skin clearly means she can’t be from there.

“Ah, should I not write in Sanskrit? But I added annotations for each sentence…”

She had written annotations in Chinese characters for the Sanskrit original text.

The Sanskrit was clear and distinct with no confusing parts, and each Chinese character was full of power and seemed to wriggle.

The small writing that was uniform and neat as if printed was also an incredibly marvelous skill.

However, the content could be perused slowly later. Wuxue frowned.

“You didn’t write your name as the compiler?”

“Is there really a need to stamp my name? If it’s passed down for generations, wouldn’t it be strange to have an outsider’s name prominently displayed?”

As she said this with a gentle eye-smile, Wuxue felt ashamed for a moment.

She had no interest at all in the honor of having her name remain in the Sutra Repository to be forever remembered as Shaolin’s benefactor.

Wuxue had been seriously considering asking her to write some signboards too. What on earth were letters that he indulged in such old man’s greed?

Of course, Qing just didn’t know because she was ignorant.

She felt embarrassed since it wasn’t obtained through proper means in the first place.

“Here. Write this down. ‘The Divine Maiden Sect disciple Ximen Qing encountered this destiny, learned the technique, and passed it on to Shaolin for restoration.’”

Wuxue urged her, even holding out a fine brush and portable inkstone.

Qing reluctantly wrote the phrase, and Wuxue watched as if entranced as the majestic calligraphy unfolded in real time.

Thus, when receiving the book, Wuxue adjusted his clothes once, knelt down, and respectfully received it with both hands to show his respect.

Qing was also surprised and showed respect in return, so this moment was truly solemn.

“Here. It’s a Great Return Pill. Right now I only brought one in case of emergency. I’ll send the rest to the Divine Maiden Sect through someone later.”

“Hehe, giving me something like this…”

But Qing carefully put it away in her bosom. Then a thought suddenly occurred to her.

“Ah. Right. I heard women aren’t allowed to enter Shaolin…”

“Do you want to see Shaolin? However, precepts are strict things, so even I can’t do anything about that.”

Wuxue made an apologetic expression.

But what’s not allowed is not allowed.

No matter how great a benefactor, they can’t entertain them by breaking Shaolin’s greatest precept.

“No, that’s not it. Then can women not see the Absolute Sword Wall either?”

“Ah. You want to see the Absolute Sword Wall. That’s not a problem. The Celestial Martial Emperor carved it on the southern peak and separated it from the temple, so that was his intention of consideration. Come anytime and say so. I will guide you.”

At this, Wuxue’s expression brightened.

Since Shaolin is located on the northern peak of Mount Song, it doesn’t matter if women come and go on the southern peak.

Originally, they can’t forbid women from the entire vast Mount Song area anyway.

“Thank you for your consideration.”

“It’s nothing. It’s a legacy that should rightly be shown to a rising dragon with the righteousness of the orthodox faction.”

The Murim Alliance Military Department is a subdivision where the brains of the Murim Alliance gather.

Originally, military officials lead military strategy through tactics and statecraft, but since the current martial arts world is so peaceful, there’s no need for that.

So they were just smart people gathered to do the actual paperwork running the Murim Alliance.

The head of the Military Department is the Chief Military Official of the Murim Alliance.

Below the Chief are the Assistant Chief and Deputy Chief, and below the Deputy Chief are the Assistant Deputy Chief and Military Secretaries.

And the current Assistant Deputy Chief of the Murim Alliance is none other than the famous Wise Flower with a Wisdom Pouch, Sima Chunfeng.

Wise Flower with a Wisdom Pouch means a wise flower with a pouch of wisdom.

She was called a wisdom pouch, meaning she held all the world’s wisdom, and was a female intellectual.

According to the Dragon Phoenix Assembly’s evaluation, she was someone very disliked by some factions for being too arrogant and difficult to deal with.

And her name was tacky.

However, regardless of the Dragon Phoenix Assembly’s politics, the Murim Alliance Military Department’s evaluation was similar.

They often nagged that her arrogance was too excessive. But the difference was that everyone in the Military Department treated Sima Chunfeng like a daughter or younger sister.

Of course, they thought her name was a bit tacky too.

Sima Chunfeng didn’t acknowledge this evaluation of arrogance, because she had never once shown off in her life so far.

Sima Chunfeng felt wronged.

It wasn’t showing off, but extraordinariness that inevitably leaked out because she was too excellent.

Yes, it was fragments of genius!

Well, how could ordinary people understand a genius?

This outstanding self should just endure, hmph.

So today too, the young super genius super beauty (in her own opinion) Sima Chunfeng, as the future youngest Chief Military Official of the Murim Alliance (in her own opinion), was very busily doing things she wasn’t even told to do.

The investigation of the serial murders in Kaifeng due to the chain self-destruction of parasites was one of those things.

In Sima Chunfeng’s opinion, this was clearly a very vicious plot carried out by some behind-the-scenes force trying to plunge the peaceful martial arts world into grief!

The Deputy Chief of the Murim Alliance called Sima Chunfeng, who was lost in imagination:

“Hey, Chunfeng. Did you finish rearranging the seats for the final match?”

At this, Sima Chunfeng suddenly turned her head:

“Oh my. Is that a butterfly?”

“I’m asking if you finished…”

“This summer will be a heat wave. The butterfly is already weak, so the world will be plunged into grief by the extreme heat, what should we do about this?”

“Haah. This girl. Sima. Did you finish rearranging the seats for the final match?”

Only then did Sima Chunfeng pretend to hear:

“Oh my. Did you think I would spend even a moment on such trivial chores? I’ve already finished and submitted it, so check it yourself.”

“I see. If you’ve finished your work, why don’t you adjust the win-loss odds or something? Or just go home. Why are you sitting around loitering?”

“Deputy Chief. I want to look into the Kaifeng serial murders a bit more.”

“Didn’t I tell you to drop that case? Do you have that little work? Then please go to the Dragon Phoenix Assembly and hang out with your peers. Hm? Make some friends too. Aren’t you being ostracized?”

“Hmph. It’s just that I don’t associate with them. How could a phoenix mingle with sparrows?”

“That’s a chosen people mentality.”

“Chosen people mentality? I’m a very humble genius without any such thing. Of course, the incompetent ones wouldn’t recognize that.”

At this, the Deputy Chief sighed deeply.

“Chunfeng.”

“Oh my, the leaves are already drooping like this. This summer will truly be harsh.”

“Miss Sima.”

“Did you call me?”

“If you have nothing to do, go wash your feet and sleep.”

At this, Sima Chunfeng shouted loudly:

“Aish, I’m telling you I’ll look into the Kaifeng serial murders! Me! The Wise Flower Sima Chief Military Official! The unparalleled genius!”

“You’re leaving out all the words you don’t like. And isn’t it unfilial to say that when the Chief Military Official is perfectly fine?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Anyway, let’s end that case. What good will come from digging into it when the Murim Conference is in full swing? It’s already been neatly wrapped up as the queen parasite’s unlimited self-destruction.”

“But! The hidden forces behind the scenes!”

“It’s been revealed to be the Blood Cult…”

“A grand conspiracy!”

“They disposed of their secret agents and withdrew…”

“An opportunity to raise the name of Wise Flower Sima Chief Military Official by solving this!”

“Right. You only move for your own benefit. Hmph. Anyway, the Chief Military Official already got the Alliance Leader’s approval. Drop it.”

In fact, the Deputy Chief didn’t particularly expect her to listen even while saying this. She was originally someone who never listened to others at all.

“Hmph. There shouldn’t be a problem with investigating in my personal time, right? I’ve already caught a tail, so I’ll solve this case splendidly, clearly, and wisely!”

“No, I’m telling you it’s already solved. Huh? What, you caught a tail?”

At this, Sima Chunfeng showed a triumphant smile and proudly declared:

“Of course! Just watch! I’ll dig up all the details of the case thoroughly, in detail, and beautifully!”

She’s not going to listen even if I stop her anyway.

The Deputy Chief just sighed deeply.

Zhang Enchai, the leader of the Black Store Association, gnashed his teeth at the mysterious Yan Yeonyoung impersonator, but couldn’t properly express that resentment.

This was because bad news kept flying in one after another.

“Damn it! What the hell is White Spot now! Have those Demonic Cult bastards gone crazy!? What kind of trick is this!?”

All the Black Store branches in northern and western Gansu Province were annihilated, and White Spot guys took over those places.

White Spot’s logic was simple:

White Spot protects merchants.

White Spot protects customers too.

White Spot kills human scum.

They catch human traffickers, fences, and producers/processors/distributors of human flesh on sight, strip them naked, and tie them up in big streets.

And they carve crimes like “human trafficker”, “fence”, “cannibal”, “hitman” etc. on their bodies.

Passersby throw stones, burn them with fire, or beat them with clubs for fun.

Because of this, the black markets in the northwestern regions of the Central Plains were on the verge of total annihilation.

How dare they touch Black Store and invade our territory! They tried to drive them out with money, but suddenly famous Demonic Cult masters came out in full force, and they were wiped out without even toppling a single flag.

In other words, it was the work of those Demonic Cult bastards!

It didn’t seem like they were trying to hide it in the first place anyway.

Now Black Store had been annihilated in the northwest as well as the southeast of the Central Plains.

“If you take out all the black markets, why would customers come! If they’re going to set up normal markets, people would go to neighborhood markets instead of bothering to find White Spot!”

Zhang Enchai shouted loudly.

The reason black markets thrived was because they were places to trade items that were hard to obtain and banned by the authorities.

Or so he thought.

“Surprisingly, they’re thriving. In White Spot’s territory, even martial artists must maintain etiquette as customers, and they say they absolutely won’t forgive in the name of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, so merchants are flocking, and it’s the same for merchants too.”

White Spot protects merchants.

White Spot protects customers too.

They will kill human scum, which includes those who run away without paying and fraudsters.

As mediators for both sides, guaranteeing safe and comfortable transactions, customers gather so merchants gather, or merchants gather so customers are plentiful, anyway business is going very, very well.

“Damn it! Why! Why me! Why is this happening! Why is this happening to me!”

“For now, it seems you should lay low and hide. There are rumors that assassins have been looking for the leader these days…”

Requests can succeed or fail.

But requests that can’t succeed from the start, pushing people to their deaths, were a kind of fraud.

And Zhang Enchai had already properly put his name on the assassins’ hit list.

“Ha. Damn it. Just wait and see. You think I’ll sink like this? I’m the one who was abandoned in back alleys and snatched up the Black Store leader position. I won’t die like this. Ha. I’ll lay low for now, but just wait for an opportunity. Just you wait.”

Zhang Enchai muttered ominously.

Of course, whether an opportunity would come or not was something no one could know.