Chapter 157

The gate warriors were usually one on each side, so the remaining guy yelled out.

“What the hell are you doing! After all this…”

“Do you want to fly, or will you run over there and relay the message? Bring out Old Man Ban’s son!”

Qing interrupted the guards.

Je-gal Lee-hyun added to Qing’s words.

“He’s my grandson, sister.”

“Lady, why does your son always stick to your mouth? Anyway, it’s obvious he’s a master, right? Do you want to die heroically while being obstinate?”

“Ugh, you won’t die pretty, brat. Hmph.”

The Namyeon Sect warrior, with a faux sense of pride about to curse back, quickly closed his mouth when something touched his throat as someone got close.

“Want to talk back? You should show respect to masters.”

The moment a fight was about to break out, the warrior turned into a mute. At that moment, Qing’s words flowed directly from his spine without passing through his brain.

However, strong men could say anything, and the weak would follow.

“No, I must’ve lost my mind.”

“Exactly. Go and tell that old man Ban to bring back the grandchild. And while you’re at it, grab that friend who failed to fly in the sky!”

“Uh, can you clear this up for me?”

Qing obediently cleaned up the Magic Flute.

The Namyeon Sect warrior quickly glanced around, stealthily gathered his companions, and fled inside the gate.

Just when they thought they had created some distance…

“You damn girl! Did you think you could touch the Namyeon Sect and live? How low can you go to come here with something smeared on your face…”

“Nana, could you quiet down a bit?”

“…I’m gonna haul out your insides, you b*tch! I swear!”

Suddenly, a Namyeon Sect warrior of some specialty unit grabbed his own groin.

Ugh.

Qing frowned at Tang Nan-ah.

No matter how filthy someone spoke, wasn’t that a bit too much? She seemed to scold him.

For reference, the soldiers from Sichuan had given Qing the nickname “Absolute Witch,” a witch who cuts off lives.

“Enough with the filthy talk.”

And that’s why people should watch their words.

While trying to rip someone else’s groin, had he ended up with his own in tatters?

“What’s going on! What’s happening! An attack! Sound the alarm!”

The courtyard behind the main gate was a common sense place, regardless of the East or West.

Witnessing a comrade getting gelded right in the middle caused the warriors to panic, grabbing weapons and running around, making a clanging noise.

Ding, ding, ding!

The loud noise of hitting a tin pan was like a signal telling everyone that danger was near, driving them wild.

“Nana, because of you, I’m about to get into a fight. If you had just let me quietly relay the message, we could have taken Old Man Ban’s grandson and left peacefully.”

“Huh? I was just saying nasty things about you…”

“Alright. Get ready. Je-gal and Uncle are to take out anyone charging at the main gate and be prepared to run at any moment, and Nana, stay right behind me. Wait, if you stick that close, how am I supposed to fight?”

“Ah, sorry.”

Such cute mistakes came from lack of battle experience.

Qing blocked the main gate, pulling out the Moonlight Sword instead of the Magic Flute.

The sword had a big chip missing from its blade, but since it didn’t ruin the balance, it was no problem.

Thus, Qing’s stance welcoming the oncoming enemies was akin to an armor blocking a charge from the Zhangping Sect… or so Qing thought.

Hmm, was it Zhangping? Zhangping? What was that name again?

Wasn’t it blocking the legs? Zhangping Bridge? Pangqiao?

The chaos as they rushed out was like a colony of ants that had just been doused with water.

The Namyeon Sect warriors circled around the front gate, forming a semi-circle.

Among them, a middle-aged man with an unusual air stepped forward, shouting.

“Who are you to be so rude!”

“Your crimes end here! Return the grandson of Old Man Ban from Chulbang!”

Qing glanced back.

The noise was like banging pots and pans, and before they knew it, a crowd of onlookers had gathered outside Namyeon Sect.

The middle-aged man seemed to have inferred the situation outside from the crowd.

“Ahem, do you dare to lay such a heinous charge against Namyeon Sect? Although we belong to the Sado Sect, we are honorable men who uphold the national law.”

Qing grinned.

He was someone who didn’t even grasp the basics of public opinion.

You had to emphasize key words so everyone could hear.

“Are you really lying now?! That old man Ban from Chulbang clearly knelt down, crying, pleading that you kidnappers wanted him to make weapons, didn’t he?!”

The middle-aged man’s smile blossomed.

“That’s rather strange. But there are indeed a lot of people who slander our sect, so we’ve heard this too often to be fazed. Perhaps it’s better to speak nicely before losing your voice.”

Those spectators already understood everything anyway.

Was it likely that they would rise up with a broom just because the middle-aged man spouted nonsense?

A vein in Qing’s forehead throbbed slightly.

What the hell was that shameless jerk thinking?

Qing’s brain spun like crazy, plotting how to turn this around.

Should the operation be called “Cooking King” or what?

In fact, if I claim I’m a top disciple while throwing my master under the bus, and since we’re in a group project, I could throw Je-gal Family and the Sichuan Tang Family under too, but I should hide the Demon Sect or they’ll be stiff and bowing down.

However, that would be so boring.

Considering the local hacks had a fairly high level of evil deeds, these guys were suspicious.

Qing quietly called out to Tang Nan-ah.

“Hey, Nana.”

“Yeah?”

“Is that poison bomb strong? Can we use it now?”

“Huh? This one is really deadly…”

“If they’re the ones who kidnapped kids and were trying to starve old people to death, then they can eat poison and die.”

“Really? Let me check the wind direction… looks fine! So how should I throw it?”

Tang Nan-ah seemed inexplicably excited.

Qing could fully understand her feelings.

No matter how many practice grenades you threw, nothing compared to the thrill of throwing the real deal.

“Wasn’t there just one?”

“I brought out two just in case. One’s spicy smoke, and the other’s extremely toxic…”

“Cool. Let’s go with the extreme poison and keep the spicy one for later.”

“Wow. I heard if my big brothers mess up, they’d become martial world infamous, so throw them when it looks like it’s going south.”

And soon, round objects took to the sky.

“It’s the Thunder Bomb!”

“Get down!”

Someone yelled, causing everyone to jump and flop on the ground like fish out of water.

Thanks to that, the dose of poison landed smoothly without interference, rolling to a stop.

The Namyeon Sect warriors crawling on the ground blinked in disbelief.

Qing quietly asked.

“What’s going on? A dud?”

“Um, I heard it’s normally like that? True deadly poison is supposed to be invisible….”

However, there was no conviction in Tang Nan-ah’s tone as she said that.

At that moment, a middle-aged man got up.

Having been in the center, it was quite an amazing reflex that he had jumped all the way to the ground without realizing it.

“Kids without a drop of blood in your heads, how dare you mock your elders!”

To be startled by just one steel marble and dash off like that was downright humiliating.

After finishing the job, he was full of rage, wanting to find the brat who yelled “Thunder Bomb” and make him pay.

“Hmm. Is being old something to brag about? There’s a proper order to everything, you know. When bombs come flying, isn’t the old man supposed to cover his subordinates?”

By asking if he was being teased, Qing really did tease him.

The effect was immense!

“You, you! Pleasure at disregarding authority and drinking punishment liquor like it’s nothing!”

“Punishment liquor! That’s the classic line from old folks! Why can’t old people drink properly!? It’s a mystery indeed! Looking for someone to drink punishment liquor instead!!! I’m on the lookout for the Black Ghost, no, the Black Warrior!!!”

Laughter erupted from behind.

Even among the Namyeon Sect, there were those who couldn’t keep their senses and let out a soft giggle before quickly covering their mouths.

“What are you all doing?! Don’t kneel in front of me without cutting off that girl’s arms and legs!”

That was when it happened.

Thud. One Namyeon Sect warrior collapsed outright.

Then, he thrashed on the ground, convulsing.

The phrase “getting wild like a lunatic” actually refers to the state of someone foaming at the mouth and spasming, like a joke taken literally.

He was genuinely losing his mind.

And the madness spread, as each person collapsed one after another, rolling their eyes back.

Blood tears streamed from their eyes, nosebleeds from their nostrils, and ear-bleeds from their ears, while a mixture of blood and saliva dripped from their mouths.

In technical terms, they were said to be “splattering blood from the seven orifices.”

Two eyes, two nostrils, two ears, and one mouth equals seven orifices, thus “seven orifices.”

“Poison! It’s poison!”

An even bigger uproar unfolded than before.

Like insects scurrying from beneath a rock, the warriors fled in all directions, with some not even realizing and heading toward the main gate.

Qing’s left arm drooped as he held the Moonlight Sword.

Namgung’s sword: the sword of a monarch.

The monarch sat on the emperor’s throne, gazing upon the world, pointing his finger to move a million soldiers, reaching every corner without exception.

The space in front of Qing faltered at a diagonal.

As the enemy’s sword brushed against the trajectory, it was repelled by the power of the sword, sending the wielder flying back.

With the means to safeguard himself departed along with his sword, there was no way to defend his upper body.

His lower half crumbled to his knees, while his upper half flew and rolled across the ground.

Then, Qing elegantly slashed his sword, leaving a long streak of blood on the ground.

Once more, as he let the sword hang low, Qing smiled.

From the moment the sword technique settled in, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

A technique that drew a straight line minimizing contact between weapons; it was an offensive swordsmanship that pushed back the opponent’s weapon while simultaneously cutting.

Saying it was easy, spotting the enemy’s attacks and responding meant conceding half the battle blindly, ending up at a disadvantage.

Now, I kind of understand why swordmasters devoted themselves solely to swordplay.

Dividing the front into eight directions, making eight directions into sixty-four, and further splitting into a hundred gives you six thousand four hundred straight lines.

Out of those, one must find the answer to this swordplay.

Would there be time to get distracted by other weapons?

But hey, about the swordmaster. Sorry for borrowing the royal sword style!

But I didn’t choose it, remember?

If you want to blame someone, blame my master, not me.

“Alright. Next.”

Qing lowered his sword again, making the proclamation.

Blocking the grand entrance with great momentum, it was nothing short of a heroic moment, his charisma utterly exploding.

“Poison! POISON!”

“Call an officer, no, a physician, no, start with the officer!”

“Ow! Come to your senses, man!”

“Idiot, get away! You’ll get poisoned too!”

Unfortunately, the Namyeon Sect warriors, intoxicated by the colorless and tasteless deadly poison, failed to notice his moment of glory.

Tang Nan-ah with a win-win outcome.

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