Chapter 447

Qing decided to check just in case she wasn’t mistaken.

It’s definitely something that needs to be clarified.

“Excuse me, but that isn’t pig’s blood, is it? You aiming a knife at me like that makes me think I can understand why Yeobaksasa ended up dead.”

Yeobaksasa sharpened his sword to welcome the noble guest, Cao Cao, but once Cao Cao saw him, he thought, “This guy is trying to kill me!” and ended up wiping out Yeobaksasa, his family, and all the servants without a trace.

This sort of story shows Cao Cao’s character, and it’s precisely this wickedness that leads the people of Central Plain to scorn him as ‘Jo Jeok.’

Interestingly, while the Central Plain folks spit upon Cao Cao, foreigners from the Far East ironically regard him as a hero.

But why is that?

Cao Cao was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, inheriting wealth, connections, and an army that he enjoyed without any effort.

He lived solely for power, even proclaiming himself as emperor without any grand cause.

And despite his awful record of massacring civilians, committing adultery, and betraying his own subordinates, he savored a life of villainy.

So, clearly, no decent person should follow in Cao Cao’s footsteps.

That made it totally reasonable for Qing to double-check whether the guy wasn’t an innocent person.

But the man shot back instead.

“Does it look like pig’s blood? Are your eyes just for decoration?”

Qing twitched her eyebrows.

There are always people like this.

Wouldn’t it be better to just answer yes or no?

Why do they have to respond in such a snarky way?

You may be innocent, but you’re racking up lessons in manners and speech corrections along the way.

Too bad! Looks like two atomic bombs need to be dropped.

“Could you speak more clearly? Is it human blood? And if it is, why do you have such outrageous patterns on your clothes?”

The man hesitated for a moment.

If he were a commoner, it’d be natural to tremble in fear and kneel, begging for his life when facing a blade.

Yet he stood there without any signs of fear, while even the big girl hefting a satchel on her back remained calm.

Why is that?

If he weren’t a commoner, that makes sense.

Looking closely, the stick wrapped in discarded wood wasn’t just a stick, but a sneaky weapon.

The man subtly adjusted his attitude.

“I’m Ugam of Blood of Ten Thousand Mountains. Who are you?”

“Ugam of Blood of Ten Thousand Mountains? You know about it?”

“The only ‘Blood of Ten Thousand Mountains’ I know belongs to someone else.”

“No, it’s Blood of Ten Thousand Mountains, not Blood of Four.”

“Hmph. No matter how grand the name, it often turns out to be just a bunch of mediocre copycats. You look like a rookie in the mid-levels.”

The man was startled.

To discern realms accurately with just a glance requires at least the skill of a master in the Realm of Transformation.

“Eh? Rookie? Who would give such a grand name like Blood of Ten Thousand Mountains to someone like you? No one would give a big name to a nobody like you!”

Then came the sound of a huff from behind, as if someone felt frustrated.

“That’s how Sapa folks are. They give themselves big names and spread rumors.”

“Wait, does that mean you gave yourself the name Blood of Ten Thousand Mountains?”

Ugam started to sweat nervously.

“Uh, the seniors…”

A common trait among Sapa and Qing.

With an uneasy feeling, Ugam’s etiquette returned just in time.

“Forget about it. So what’s with that blood? It’ll all come out soon enough if you lie after wandering through the village.”

“That is…”

Ugam trailed off, glancing around.

Then suddenly, he yelled, “Brother!!!” and turned on his heel to run.

“Lady.”

Her judgment was good, but she picked the wrong person to run from.

Just ten steps in, Ugam received a hard slap on the back.

He fell heavily, thanks to Qing’s stylish taekwondo sidekick.

With a graceful landing, Qing brandished her sword.

The tattered cloth that had concealed the monstrous size of the ordinary broadsword, Moonlight Sword (Ten), was now removed.

“Why are you running? I’m asking you if it’s pig’s blood or human blood. Is it really that hard to say?”

“It’s pig, pig’s blood!”

“Hmm. But why are you running? A gentleman should avoid the narrow paths.”

Gentlemen should walk the broad way.

Once again, Qing half-jokingly scribbled something down.

That’s a characteristic of a poorly trained newbie.

“Uh, that’s…”

“Now, answer carefully. I’ve got a sword!”

“That’s…”

Ugam stammered and evaded the question.

Just then—

“What’s going on?!!”

A booming roar approached quickly with an intense aura.

Qing instantly stood her ground with the sword.

Clang!! The clash of energies created a flash in the dim surroundings.

No matter how powerful Qing was, even she couldn’t defy the fundamental laws of the world.

Though she was tall for a woman and a bit excessively built, she had no extra weight elsewhere, which meant she was lacking in mass.

If there’s not enough mass, there won’t be enough gravity either.

Qing was pushed back, drawing two lines in the dirt.

Even during her retreat, Qing scanned the invading enemy fiercely.

The first guy was drenched in blood, and this guy, too, had his top soaked red.

Do I need to confirm this further?

Qing stomped the ground and quickly turned around.

The starry hue of the sunset traced a path as her sword swung, painting the world with thick lines.

The stiffening expression of her opponent.

With a sudden spark in his gaze, he yanked back his sword and saw red energy gleaming on its blade.

A blatant attempt to retaliate, ignoring defense.

Qing’s lips curled into a long smile.

Oh? A fight to the death? You wanna die with me?

Sure, let’s see who dies first.

In response, Qing’s energy radiated with an even brighter glow.

She gripped the handle with one hand and yanked it back—

Qing’s compressed muscles exploded, making the sword carve a massive arc like a cannonball.

The opponent hurriedly shifted his stance, preparing to respond with a thrust, signaling an unwillingness to die.

But with this momentum, it looked like he was on the verge of losing half of himself.

So he had no choice but to change his form to defend.

Bang!!

With a loud bang, he was shoved back.

He crashed through a house wall, the structure crumbling and dust billowing up.

Through the dust, Qing’s figure came into view.

The eyes of the blood-soaked man widened.

While he hurriedly tried to gather his stance, Qing’s left hand swung like a meteor.

Whoosh! A handful of dirt mixed with rubble struck his face before he knew it.

Right into his wide-open eyes.

“Ugh!”

When dirt gets in your eyes, it hurts badly.

Because, well, dirt gets in your eyes.

What’s so confusing about that?

If you throw dirt in your eyes, you’ll know how it feels.

Blinded in an instant, the blood-soaked man screamed, whether in agony or a battle cry, frantically swiping around him.

The effort was admirable.

Qing, on the other hand, was enjoying the show from a distance.

“Gah, where am I?? You coward!”

“When it comes to fighting, where’s the cowardice? You can toss dirt too, right?”

Trying to open his sore eyes, the man glared at Qing.

The twitching at the corners of his eyes was a physiological reaction, trying to shake off the dirt that had invaded his sight, desperately negating his instincts.

“Do you know who I am? I’m Osan Choo of the So Tal Myeong Dao! My father is Tal Myeong Do’s Oh Dae An! Are you ready for the consequences?”

“Tal Myeong Do!”

Qing exclaimed with a strange excitement.

Ah, knowing is different from guessing.

Qing now knew of the infamous Great Demon Lord.

Because of her reckless disciple, who almost burned down Green Forest, Seomun Sulin had taught her to memorize names of dangerous lords to avoid.

Tal Myeong Do? It was said to be the Great Demon Lord of Hyeon Gyeong.

No matter how wicked a demon lord appears, he raised a child?

Isn’t that just abandoning the child?

Or did he somehow lead a seemingly good life while killing people, expecting his child to live similarly?

“Hmm, now do you understand who you’ve messed with? You should back off now—”

“Wait! Do you know who I am?”

That made Osan Choo pause.

“Why? Are you going to claim you have the support of a master from Hyeon Gyeong too?”

“No. You don’t even know who I am, so how would Tal Myeong Do know who killed his child? Do you know my face? My name? If you don’t kill me now, you might have future regrets!”

“Huh?”

“If you kill me, wouldn’t it alert Tal Myeong Do that ‘Oh, looks like my child is dead! The one who killed him is that girl!’”

“Uh, my brothers outside—”

“Do any of your brothers possess the skill level of a master? There’s one master out there, or an elite, but really, do you think you can win against them?”

Osan Choo’s eyes began to twitch.

Tears gently streamed down his face from a physiological reaction, but it was such perfect timing.

“Y-yeah. Cowardly girl! Reveal your name! Do you plan to hide your name in a life and death match?”

“What does it matter? I’m going to tell my dad.”

“That isn’t basic manners for a warrior!”

“Is it okay to reveal my name? Will I be forced to kill you anyway? Will I reveal my face and name too?”

“Wait! Give me some time to think.”

You’ve seriously lost your marbles.

While Qing was left speechless, curious about what he was going to say, she continued to play along.

“What are you thinking about?”

“See, if you reveal your identity, I might back off. So I need to figure out what you’ll do before I decide to unveil my identity or beg for mercy.”

“What’s that? Why would I beg for mercy for something I never did?”

“Hold on! I’m still thinking!”

How so brazen?

As Qing stood flabbergasted, Osan Choo muttered to himself before finally nodding.

“Fine! Reveal your identity! Then do your best to try to kill me!”

“Ha. Why would I?”

“Are you scared now?”

No way!

Qing felt awed by his absurd argument, and ended up nodding anyway.

“Guess I have no choice. Now don’t be shocked when you see my face.”

As Qing raised her hand to remove her veil—

“Die!”

Osan Choo stomped, leading with his Dao.

From the tips of Qing’s slender fingers, a black beam of energy surged forth.

Not the Heavenly Demon Death Ray!

But the Heavenly Demon Blood Burst!

The black line struck Osan Choo’s foot, causing it to burst into a spray of flesh and blood.

Even though the Heavenly Demon technique was too high-level for a Supreme Martial Artist, it didn’t achieve the full explosive power it was supposed to.

It injured his flesh deeply while leaving his bones intact.

Consequently, Osan Choo found himself rolling on the ground, separated from his foot bones and flesh.

“AAAGH!”

“Am I a fool? Did you think I wouldn’t know that you were trying to stall until the dirt in your eyes came out?”

In a battle of wits with any demon lord, Qing felt confident.

So there’s no way she’d fall for such a basic tactic.

“Did you actually believe I would fall for that? If you intend to ambush, at least be silent about it! Why announce, ‘Die!’ when trying to sneak up on someone?”

“Ugh, you little!”

“What are you going to do?”

Qing aimed the Moonlight Sword at him, broke into a laugh, and then extended her left hand.

“Last time I shot with one finger. You ready for me to unleash all five fingers this time? Think you can dodge all five streams?”

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