Chapter 111

Posted by Kuze, ? Views, Released on January 26, 2025

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There’s a saying that a woman’s tears are beautiful.

What a load of nonsense.

In reality, there’s no such saying.

When someone cries, their brows furrow downward, while their cheekbones rise upward, clashing together and exposing every wrinkle around their eyes. Meanwhile, their mouth contorts into a pitiful shape that etches deep lines,

their face turns beet red, and tears cascade down like a waterfall, often leading to the even more devastating disaster of a runny nose.

This was something Jin Jangmyung demonstrated quite dramatically before.

So, in the cinematic magic that hasn’t even made it to the Central Plain yet, any beautiful face adorned with flowing tears just doesn’t exist.

The reason it’s almost non-existent is that it does happen, but only under exaggerated circumstances like forced restraint or a desperate imitation of crying.

Though Tang Nan-ah certainly poured her heart out, her adorable little face still looked lovely.

Her moist gaze looked up longingly, tears streaming down, making even Qing gasp in surprise.

And so, Qing pondered as she gazed at Tang Nan-ah.

Wow, how does she manage to capture emotions so quickly?

In front of this huge crowd?

Meanwhile, Tang Nan-ah felt a shiver of wickedness wash over her.

Traditionally, a woman’s underhanded battles can be broadly categorized into two groups.

One is the contest of who’s the bigger wench,

and the other, a duel of who’s the bigger victim.

Even in the Central Plain, where the term “absolute victory” hasn’t yet been firmly established, the truth always shines regardless of the era.

This was the secret behind the heavenly flower of Sichuan.

满天花泪! (Man Tian Hua Lei!)

With flowers’ tears filling every corner, who wouldn’t feel sympathy in this world?

In an instant, she transformed into a poor, wretched beauty, making the veiled Myeonsanya and even Grandpa, the master of the Martial World, look pitiful in comparison.

Did I just win this battle?

Tang Nan-ah, seeing her flustered opponents, cried even louder.

“I’m sorry! Huuh, huuh, waaaah…”

“…”

“Huh, huh…”

“…”

“I’m sorry, please forgive me, huuh!”

“…”

What’s going on? Why aren’t they forgiving her?

Don’t they realize they’re only hurting themselves?

Wouldn’t they just end up being labeled as ungrateful? Don’t they care about their reputation?

Tang Nan-ah had seriously underestimated her opponents.

If they were the sort to care about their reputation, they wouldn’t have rolled around on the ground three times before snatching gold nuggets with their greedy hands.

“Ugh, huuh, huuh, sorry!”

But now, facing a formidable opponent, Tang Nan-ah realized the critical weakness of her beautiful facade.

This exhausting emotional performance drained her energy and spirit; if she couldn’t wrap it up soon, she’d be in deep trouble.

Human tears are not infinite, and her tear ducts were sending distress signals to stop this madness.

Tang Nan-ah released a special poison from her Dantian, forcing her tear glands to work overtime.

These flowing tears were an extension of her Poison Arts.

At the same time, she continued to dwell on sorrowful thoughts.

Yes, like the time her father scolded her for disturbing his peace.

She had only placed the most expensive items as targets to raise the stakes during her memorization practice.

She hadn’t even tried to break anything; he overreacted completely. It was just too much.

Even when she roasted a thousand-year-old herb, he snapped at her.

Couldn’t she just have a bite of such a precious elixir? What a fuss over a mere guest!

A daughter is far more important than any birthday gift. Truly outrageous.

Her sobs became a driving force, extending the duration of her emotional display.

“I’m sorry! Huuh! Please forgive me, waaaah! Huuh, huuh…”

It was the tear of the number one beauty in Sichuan.

Onlookers clutched their chests in sympathy, mentally urging her opponents to forgive her. Beauty is indeed a source of power and influence.

If just one person initiated it, they’d all join in chanting for forgiveness.

And then Qing finally spoke up.

“Oh! Come to think of it, doesn’t this mean we can go for mala tang? Grandpa, let’s go! They say it’s the most skilled chef’s creation, so we have to taste it!”

“And what’s so great about mala tang anyway?”

“Oh, come on, you can’t say that before trying it! Let’s bring along our friend. Just because we’re going doesn’t mean I’m ditching you for dinner!”

“Fair enough. To be honest, that wouldn’t even cover my viewing fee. My heart feels so light now!”

With that, the three of them headed inside without a care.

Tang Nan-ah was left kneeling alone, flabbergasted.

Huh. What am I supposed to do now…?

—-

Pang Choryeo was starting to feel the time slipping away.

She could’ve swung her Great Sword once more in this time, turning all that energy into nourishment for her strong body.

Mala tang or whatever it was, real true martial artists wouldn’t settle for anything less than a whole roast pig or calf.

Just then, Tang Nan-ah ran out as if on cue, and three unfamiliar people slipped inside giggling.

Pang Choryeo quickly scanned the trio.

Qing’s eyes locked onto hers.

I guess it’s only polite to introduce myself?

She had to clear up the misunderstanding about the impersonator too.

“Hello? I’m Pang Dae-san’s sister. I’m Seomun Qing, a friend of Dae-san. I haven’t heard about you from him, though.”

Pang Choryeo looked puzzled.

“Hmm? Dae-san? Did he allow you to call him that? He wouldn’t let just anyone do that.”

Oh, so they really are siblings.

Realizing Pang Choryeo’s suspicious gaze, Qing hurriedly pulled out her guest token.

“I’m indeed a friend of Dae-san! He gave me this token!”

Pang Choryeo inspected the guest token Qing displayed, noticing the embossed gilded letters.

“Namgung!”

Pang Choryeo’s eyes narrowed.

What’s this? Is she showing off?

Does that mean she’s a precious guest from the Namgung clan?

“Namgung…?”

“Oh, did I take the wrong one?”

Qing sheepishly presented the correct guest token.

Inscribed on the gold-embossed token was a deeply carved name.

Pang.

The attached red and blue threads indicated it was indeed the guest token of Pang Dae-san, and it was top-class among them.

“No way! This is real? You’re truly Dae-san’s friend? Is he… your boyfriend?”

“Can we say he’s just my male friend instead? It sounds a bit odd when you say it that way!”

Qing recoiled with genuine distaste, like someone completely repulsed.

Pang Choryeo burst into a hearty laugh,

her laughter sounding more like a mountain bandit than a refined lady from a prestigious family.

“So he’s just a friend? A pure friend? Well, he better feel the taste of that once in a while!”

Pang Choryeo’s gaze turned unusually warm.

—-

It was a good while later when Tang Nan-ah finally walked back in.

It wouldn’t make sense to just head back after all that crying, nor could she just kneel outside awkwardly.

While she expected more people to gather to see Sichuan’s number one beauty, her previous apologies had vanished as those people had gone inside without a second thought.

So, as she gnashed her teeth and glanced around, what a surprise! The atmosphere was filled with laughter, which was a stark contrast to Pang Choryeo’s previously bored face now shining brightly with life.

What’s with the good vibe?

Hey sister, you weren’t like that with me.

Tang Nan-ah shed tears of blood inside.

It was just asking too much to rent out a place like this, even for the Tang Family.

She had nearly half-threated them with their wedding plans, yet this unexpected girl had walked in and devoured it all while she was groveling on her knees.

Tang Nan-ah’s eyes burned with rage.

This humiliation cannot stand.

She must show the true fear of the Sicheon Tang Family.

Was it the venomous needle? Or perhaps the poison that would dissolve her intestines? Or the one that would brandish an eruption like a volcano between her eyebrows?

As she recalled her arsenal of poisons,

the venomous needle would cause heat in the nose leading to a waterfall of snot, and the one that dissolves intestines lived up to its name, creating storms in the latrine.

The volcanic eruption between her brows was her most horrifying poison, manifesting tears of a woman.

Tang Nan-ah was indeed a supreme villainess, the heavenly flower of Sichuan, who carried such dangerous poisons with her at all times.

“Ah, Nan-ah! This is Qing Ah, also known as Seomun Qing. Have you two met?”

Ah, “child”!

This term, originally a term of endearment used by parents to call their young children, is usually formed by affixing the last syllables of the name in front or back.

Front-prefixing shows respect and can be used in formal contexts, while the back-prefixing emphasizes affection.

For example, for Pang Dae-san, you could say Asan or Sanah.

It also denotes someone you’re close to, as close as a biological sibling.

However, asking an older male to call a younger male with an affectionate term is strictly forbidden. That’s an absolute rule—three times over.

Hey, Asan. (Allowed)

You see, Sanah. (Not in the Martial World)

“T-They know each other?”

“No, it’s the first time today.”

“Ohhh…”

“What? Are you sick? Your stomach hurt or something? It sounds like you’re groaning.”

“Anyways, Qing Ah, how about that time I slaughtered that bandit…”

“Oh, I think I know that! If you cut off their limbs first, they squirming around like…”