Chapter 240

“Qing’s tongue is a sharp blade of intangible poison, guaranteed by the Grand Elder of the Tang Family, whispering deviously like hell itself.”

With a tongue of three inches, she could flip someone’s rage and send them straight into the demon’s embrace. Calling her tongue a blade wouldn’t even be an exaggeration; she had reached the realm of intangible swords.

However, Qing didn’t return with the grand ambition to assassinate those Blood Sect scoundrels through verbal violence.

Like the big worm father of the lower scum in some fictional work said, it was to bring friends closer and enemies closer yet.

Because if this bastard ran away, it would be annoying.

Of course, it would also be fun to add some insults along the way.

“Y-You! How dare you…!”

“It’s probably because the food is lacking. It seems the Blood Sect isn’t in a good financial situation and is lacking in guest hospitality. What? Are they a bunch of beggars? Ah, just talking to myself. Anyway, the girl can’t impose on you, so I went out and ate instead.”

“How did you escape! I mean, why!?”

“Oh! Then you should have asked precisely. You can’t even speak properly like a total dimwit. Ah, never mind, just talking to myself again. I’ll try to keep it in check. But, did that old man eat his age through his ass…?”

“W-What! How dare you!”

“Ugh…!”

Qing instantly hit the ground with her knees and curled her body, bashing her head down.

“Ugh, uh, uh, ha, ha…!”

The forced sounds seemed only like screams to Qing, while to anyone else, they were disgraceful moans.

Even one of the Blood Sect warriors adjusted his stance awkwardly.

Anyway, with her head down, Qing didn’t know, merely thinking to herself.

Wow, pouring alcohol directly into my insides feels so hot; am I getting addicted? Is this why drinkers can’t quit?

“Cough! Cough! So, how’s it going? You seem to be getting a bit too cocky. You seem to have some skills in martial arts, but it looks like you forgot the fact that your life is firmly in my hands. Cough! Ugh!”

“Ugh, I’m so angry. Really angry.”

“So, are you starting to be more obedient? You have some talent; how did you escape? And how did you know that that woman Geomhwa was captured?”

“Is there a corpse here? That person asked me to suck a bit.”

“Stop! What filthy talk is this! Don’t say such things!”

Gyeongdamgan was having a fit.

The Disciple of the Divine Maiden Sect was supposed to remain a pure flower. Only then could she fully enjoy the joy of purging.

Qing’s eyes sparkled at that attitude.

“Hmm? What’s wrong? Ashamed of the dick? If so, why not? You know, when someone asked me to suck a dick, I thought, why not give it a try?”

“Stop! Why are you saying that?”

“You’re just being picky. When someone asked me to suck a dick, I thought, why not, and came right over… Ah ah!”

“Kraaaah!”

Unable to bear the lowly language of the noble Disciple of the Divine Maiden Sect, Gyeongdamgan lamented.

Thanks to that, Qing almost stopped talking, thinking, hey, why can’t I say anything, and burst into another disgraceful moan.

“Hoo, hoo. So, if you’re trying to scratch my insides, that’s quite splendid, indeed.”

“Scratched, huh?”

Gyeongdamgan’s eyes trembled.

Why was he getting so angry over just three words? It was utterly beyond comprehension.

In any case, Gyeongdamgan understood the situation.

The dense idiot, blinded by his own desires, approached carelessly and ended up getting schooled.

Having seen the morning’s tragedy, it made sense that once caught, he wouldn’t even have the leisure to lament.

“Cough, then it seems it’s my turn to scratch. Here, this is for you.”

As Gyeongdamgan waved his hand, a Blood Sect warrior brought a box he had placed to one side.

Gyeongdamgan ostentatiously opened it to show its contents, which were four heads with expressions of agony jam-packed in there.

However, no matter how much she looked, Qing didn’t recognize the faces and just tilted her head.

“What’s this? Do you know them?”

“Cough, cough, they are just innocent common people. In fact, they are the ones you killed.”

“Huh? What do you mean, they’re the ones I killed? Then, they must have been common people with crimes, right?”

“You killed them. If you hadn’t been so reckless since morning, I wouldn’t have felt bad, and I wouldn’t have had to kill innocent common people just to show you.”

Gyeongdamgan was full of expectations.

“Well, how do you react?”

Qing responded.

“Why are you blaming me when you killed them?”

“What?”

“No, I’m serious. I didn’t hold a sword and threaten to behead them; you wanted to kill them and did so, so why blame me?”

Coming from a modern background, Qing had seen plenty of these kinds of stories in various media.

It wasn’t really a logic that resonated with most, so naturally, Qing wouldn’t understand it any better just because she experienced it herself.

“Don’t get it? If you hadn’t caused a ruckus this morning, these people would have been alive, spending time with their families. It’s because you acted so arrogantly that they ended up dead.”

“Huh? Why? These people died because Grandpa the Eunuch cut their heads off. Did I ask him to perform a beheading?”

“No, a little! Just! Why can’t you get it? Think about it! Since you killed my underling, I’m not avenging them?”

“But Grandpa the Eunuch never told me about it. If he had threatened to kill innocent people if I didn’t behave, I might have considered it.”

“Why does it have to end up like this? Fine, you’re a stranger, huh? Would you have said the same thing if I had brought back the heads of those ronin you cared for so dearly?”

“Well, I’d be angry, but it wouldn’t be my fault, would it? I’ll happily avenge them, but I have no reason to feel sorry.”

“Why is it like that? Just! Think! If they were the heads of your precious ronin, think about how they died because of your reckless behavior!”

“Hmm. I wouldn’t have intended to kill the ronin anyway. So what difference would it make if they were to behead them, whether I was there or not? They’d still die!”

“Why! Can’t! You! Understand! It’s your fault! Your fault!”

“Why is it all my fault? If Grandpa the Eunuch is a bastard, that’s my fault too? Is it my fault he killed his parents when he was starving and then ate them? Is it my fault he’s a eunuch?”

“No!!! Come on!!!”

Gyeongdamgan exploded.

And exploded once more.

“And who said I ate anyone!”

“Just my thought. You seem like a perfect candidate for being a bastard, Grandpa the Eunuch.”

Gyeongdamgan went into a third rage.

“Eunuch! Who are you calling a eunuch?!”

“Uh, aren’t you? Everyone in the Blood Sect says Grandpa the Eunuch is a eunuch, a real pathetic shit who can’t even get it up.”

“Aaaah! Aaaah! Ugh…”

The old Gyeongdamgan clutched his neck.

This was the power of the absolute mouth, the intangible poison known as the intangible sword, or the Heart Sword.

Then, with a sullen gaze filled with frustration, he glared at Qing, only to suddenly have an epiphany and late to lament.

With her insides hot, Qing went back down.

However, after using her neck a bit, she got annoyed by making moaning sounds, so she decided to act like someone who was simply in too much pain to speak.

So, an ambiguous time passed.

In the measurement systems of the Central Plain, the smallest unit of time is a day’s portion. In modern terms, that equates to about fifteen minutes, showing just how primitive their society truly is.

About half a portion passed, perhaps.

Qing, who had been laying down, slowly raised her head.

“Um, isn’t this too long? What if I end up fainting from the pain?”

“…?”

“Loneliness is also life, you know. What good would it do to strip away all the accumulated poison? I’d rather eat a flea’s liver.”

“How dare you…”

“Well, one: I’m enduring this through malice. Two: I received an antidote from a friend in the Tang family and took it beforehand. Three: I went out for lunch and removed the poison. Which do you think it might be?”

Gyeongdamgan was momentarily stunned.

The poison of loneliness inflicted extreme pain akin to being burned alive, with those weak to pain dying from the shock.

So the first option was out of the question.

And since she was mimicking while knowing precisely when the poison would spout out, the third was also not it.

“Well, it seems like you’re all cocky since you took some neutralizer beforehand; you think its effects will last forever?”

“Did you choose this one? What’s that? I won’t tell you the answer. But if the poison of loneliness doesn’t work, what else is left for the old man? Some lame underground facility? Or some steel bars?”

Then, Qing pulled out a bundle of keys from her pocket and shook them.

“Haven’t you noticed I came out and went back in? I have these keys!”

“Damn it! Get the chains! The chains!”

Gyeongdamgan shouted loudly.

As Qing watched, the Blood Sect warriors raised their spears, one of them hastily brought chains and began wrapping them around the iron bars.

The warrior, all the while glancing nervously at Qing, hurriedly scrambled to seal the door with trembling hands.

As Qing approached, a spear was thrust towards her.

She caught the spear shaft and pulled it back.

“Is this supposed to be a threat? Did you lock up some woman who doesn’t know martial arts?”

Qing effortlessly snatched the spear away and tossed it aside, finally grabbing the wrist of the Blood Sect warrior who was wrapping chains.

“Let go, let go!”

“You think I’ll listen to your demands after you barely asked nicely?”

Qing pulled hard on the Blood Sect warrior’s arm.

His shoulder slipped through the bars, and with a loud bang, his head collided violently with the iron bars.

However, the pain in his head was nothing compared to it.

Before long, with her hand grasping his shoulder, Qing dug her fingers firmly into his shoulder blade.

“Aah!”

Clenching sounds that should never emanate from a human body, only Qing and the warrior heard the noise from their own pain.

The feeling of muscle, cartilage, and tendons ripping through her fingertips was overwhelming, causing Qing to exclaim, “Ah, ah.”

Finally, the warrior’s shoulder dislocated.

Having pulled out a chunk of the shoulder blade, Qing held the warrior’s arm and fell back onto her rear.

She blinked in disbelief, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

There were piercing screams in the vicinity, as the Blood Sect warrior grasped his shoulder, which was now partially bitten off, thrashing around in agony.

The gruesome sight of a live person having their shoulder torn off cast a silence over the area.

Meanwhile, Qing shakily rose from the ground and looked at the arm she had in her hand.

Wow. A makeshift club. That green head belongs to a princess.

It’s something I had only ever seen on screen. It doesn’t look as good as I thought. Would trimming some flesh make it look cleaner, like what I see in the wild?

“Now, is there anyone else who wants to wrap chains?”

Instantly, the Blood Sect warriors, who appeared pale enough even in the dim light of the underground, hastily backed away.

Even Gyeongdamgan was completely spooked.

“What kind of cruel hand is this! Is this what the orthodox sect’s skilled guests do?”

“Oh please, does Grandpa the Eunuch think it’s cruel to catch a mosquito or a flea? What’s so cruel about dealing with pests? What kind of respect did you expect from these bugs of the Blood Sect?”

“B-Bugs, huh.”

Qing had been watching how matters were turning out and remarked, “Well, honestly, comparing them to bugs might insult the bugs a bit. Maybe mosquitos or fleas are more helpful to the world?”

As she naturally opened the doors of the Thunder Prison and walked out, Gyeongdamgan staggered back.

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