Chapter 496

Some folks endured tremendous humiliation for a greater cause.

That famous Han Xin crawled under someone’s junk, if you know what I mean.

King Guo Qian even had to eat the poop of his enemies.

Assassin Ye Yang coated himself in lacquer, peeled off his skin, and swallowed hot coals to scorch his throat.

And then there was Qing, shaking her hips and wiggling her behind in front of countless men, flaunting her allure.

Truly, it was a humiliation worthy of historical 기록, leaving a four-character idiom known as “Gocheong-in-gyeo” (尻颭㲽嬌) etched in the annals.

Yet, hiding her face behind a mask and stealing the name Unyeonjeong, she borrowed the power of the Supreme Brain-slaying Young Lady, the unmatched beauty Choi Gangnyeong, to accomplish such a feat.

The shame belongs to Unyeonjeong, not me!

And the lewd and scandalous dance of Tang Nyo, that woman, is not me but rather Unyeonjeong!

Qing, overwhelmed by goosebumps and the desire to die from embarrassment, barely managed to endure through a split personality or identity crisis.

However, it was the problem of Unyeonjeong.

The so-called Supreme Brain-slaying Young Lady is merely a self-proclaimed title; her real face? Not much to write home about.

If Qing claimed to be the Supreme Brain-slaying Young Lady with her bare face, everyone would have nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Originally, one’s appearance is the greatest power on earth, and conversely, no matter how seductive her charms, wearing a mask like the Infinite Visage would result in a notable difference in impact.

Besides, a woman’s body that typically drives men wild highlights the chest and posterior, yet she covered her upper half completely.

Qing hides her chest! Hiding her strength!

How could others know what she kept concealed?

Thus, the effect of shaking her breasts and swaying her butt while dancing became only half as potent.

For these reasons, it can be said that Qing’s audacious escape attempt, which bore the weight of her shame, was genuinely bold.

Using means with only half the effectiveness while hiding her beauty.

Furthermore, there were women present, after all.

Fact is, women enjoy the naughty too, gasping at the sight saying “Oh my, what’s that?” and thinking, “I should train my Divine Skills harder!” while covering their mouths and watching intently.

Thus, Qing’s audacious attempt seemed almost miraculous in its success.

If that guy, the master Pobidon responsible for controlling the heavens and the world, had been there, she surely wouldn’t have gotten away.

“Hey, that girl! Over there! That one!”

Zhangsuo-nam is a master of the Six-Pork-Sam technique.

Six-Pork-Sam has the Diamond Indestructible Skill-like toughness, boasting high defense.

If the Diamond Indestructible Skill offers absolute defense through the principle of unyielding hardness, then Six-Pork-Sam does it through capable softness.

However, to train in the Diamond Indestructible Skill, Shaolin monks suffer daily by beating, breaking, and torturing their own bodies, enduring painful training – what about Six-Pork-Sam?

It’s all about munching on tasty treats while lounging, similar to experiencing eternal bliss in the human world.

Viewed this way, one might think the Diamond Indestructible Skill is just hard labor, while Six-Pork-Sam represents a noble pursuit more fitting for a master.

But that’s not all!

Amazingly, Six-Pork-Sam doesn’t only provide physical defense!

At its peak, Six-Pork-Sam turns the body into something resembling a tortoise.

With substantial fat clinging to the torso and rounded shapes forming above the elbows and knees, it almost looks like short limbs fused to a big body.

Anyone seeing it would go, “Whoa! Tortoise! Turtle! Something like that!” unable to hold back their admiration.

With long limbs barely showing at the joints, one would wonder, what happens to a man’s junk in such a scheme?

Thus, Zhangsuo-nam is a half-castrated man.

Completely resigned, his defenses against women reach unprecedented heights!

This is Six-Pork-Sam’s mental defense ability!

What a terrifying effectiveness it has!

“Is that girl trying to escape? She’s slipping away!”

“I’m not running! I’m Unyeonjeong! It’s just cramped in here, I can’t breathe! The Supreme Brain-slaying Young Lady must live freely! Everyone, concentrate on your training! I am absolutely not fleeing!”

*Boom!* Just as Qing finished speaking, she stomped down, breaking the ground and scattering dark, mold-like spores everywhere.

One step.

*Boom!* Another step.

“That girl’s running!”

“Catch her!”

“Hand over your skills before you leave!”

And then, *Boom!* As she reached maximum speed, Qing’s silhouette stretched and divided the space ahead.

Hot on her tail were the pursuers, clattering through the hallway!

Yet, all tangled, they struggled to pick up speed until suddenly, *Screech! Arrgh! Ahhh!* They let out desperate shrieks as six figures tumbled forth, gaining momentum.

Though they were from different days, they shared a bond breaking through a single door, but they weren’t particularly close – three members from the Realm of Transformation.

“You! Are you betraying the revolution? Are you abandoning the oppressed weak of the world? Stop right there!”

Li Bai, appearing a hundred years too early, shouted loudly.

Qing cast a glance back, wondering what kind of martial master was splitting himself, then noticed two more guys, unknown to her, still around!

“Damn! Fire a blast! If we’ve got a torso and a head, that’s enough, right? Target the legs!”

“Seriously, this is too much! I’m not escaping! I’m heading somewhere bright! I hate darkness and tight spaces!”

“Don’t believe her lies! Crazy woman! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze, damn it!”

Qing ran.

Taking a peek behind.

Leaping aside to avoid a blast.

Checking ahead, looking back, watching out as blasts of Qi zoomed in various arcs.

Then, Qing kicked off the ground and dashed up the wall.

Three-dimensional movement!

Truly the kind of aura found only in masters who’ve reached supreme heights in movement studies, but alas, her speed was dropping as she kept bouncing around like a rabbit.

“You little!”

Zhangsuo-nam’s voice boomed.

Qing looked back, gasping, thinking, “What the heck, what kind of skill is that?”

Suddenly, as if shot from a cannon, the round figure flew and bounced wildly in complicated trajectories!

“No way! Is that even possible?”

This, indeed, was the absolute boundary separating the Supreme Martial Artists from the Realm of Transformation, an embodiment of thoughts and pure power.

Martial arts that touch upon thought can twist the principles governing heaven and earth, turning one’s body into a bouncy weapon for fierce attacks.

As the power meets thought, its angles are disregarded, acting on its own whims.

Then, suddenly, Zhangsuo-nam, who had ricocheted off the right wall behind Qing, zoomed in like a cannonball.

This mad chunk of meat can’t be blocked, and even if you hit it, it’ll just jiggle!

So, what can you do?

*Screech!*

He skids to a halt across the ground.

A great collision happens as the mass barely misses Qing, their eyes locking.

Time seemed to flow slowly in that moment.

In an instant, Qing’s hands shot forward.

Her open palms dove straight into the flesh!

And the world’s greatest strength, no, the greatest ever القوة della carne, clasped tightly around that mass.

Soft and squishy, greasy flesh enveloped her palms, and for a moment, she thought, “What’s this feel like?”

That marshmallow-like softness is something that feels oddly familiar…!

Then, an overwhelming sense of self-loathing washed over her.

With gritted teeth, she stepped forward.

Having caught that hefty mass was surely taxing on her body.

But—

“Yahhh!”

With a fierce war cry, Qing spun with all her might.

*Whoosh!* The massive mass of the Realm of Transformation spun around her with intense speed, completing one, two, three revolutions, each faster than the last, shaking the air!

And then, Qing realized something:

Ah. If I keep spinning, my arm’s gonna fall off.

So, she let go.

Because arms are precious.

*Wham!!* Pobidon was launched.

In that moment, a new record was set: the fastest movement by any person, East or West, whatever the means!

A record that wouldn’t be broken until flying vehicles came into play!

Amook-hap-rab, witnessing the behemoth, twisted his lips wildly.

“Mother— Cough!”

Whether he missed his mother after leaving home or if he was just a foreigner fumbling through language while trying to insult someone’s parents, it’s hard to say, as the scrawny Lama Monk dug deep into the flesh of the fattest man in the Central Plain, merging and then flying backward.

Amook-hap-rab was so light he didn’t slow down at all, flying straight towards the treasure hunters who had been chasing Qing!

*Kaboom!!!*

People flew up, defying gravity.

Like a sport from the Western world rolling a ball over triangular obstacles, they were sent tumbling with glorious screams.

“You!”

“Gack, ugh! Mph!”

An unknown master from the Realm of Transformation lunged forward with intense Qi, ready to slice Qing in half.

In a flash, Qing’s eyes widened.

Rather than fleeing, she stepped forward, as if daring him to try!

Had Qing just chosen death?

Or was she revealing the pride of a rock-headed person believing she could block any attack with a head like hers combined with her inner strength?

Neither was true.

The master, panicked, withdrew his Qi.

What he wanted was the secret technique in Qing’s mind.

He couldn’t read the techniques by just peering into that spongy brain of hers.

What’s there to fear from a blade that lacks internal Qi?

Qing’s left hand blocked the attack, while her tightly coiled right hand flew towards the exposed dantian with a *Screech!*

The master shot away, shaped like the character “匸” flying far off.

Not realizing it, he took the full brunt of her Supreme Hand-to-Hand Combat technique right at the core, sealing his fate!

Then came the first idiot, Jun Gi-chung, scattering his sleeves as he chased after her.

With Qing’s grip now released, a loud whistling sound echoed!

“Memory!”

Startled, Jun Gi-chung swung his blade.

*Crash!* Like breaking glass.

In the meantime, another master from the Realm of Transformation dove in.

Clang, clang, palms clashing, as they exchanged blows.

For now, it wasn’t the orthodox Daoist Seomun Qing who was fighting but the Blood Sect Supreme Demoness, the Supreme Brain-slaying Young Lady, Unyeonjeong, who didn’t care for consequences.

Of course, she didn’t care before either, but hey.

“Gah, uh, urgh.”

“What the heck! If you’re going to talk, say it properly!”

Suddenly, Qing’s lips puckered into an O shape.

It looked like she was reaching for her lover’s lips as they extended forward.

And through that opening, *Pshhh!*

A liquid shot out like a water gun, hitting the eyes of the master from the Realm of Transformation.

“Uck! Cowardly bitch! Ugh! Filthy!”

For someone, it could have been a reward, but for this master not so much.

“Hahaha! Hehehehe!”

Qing shouted proudly.

Getting the last word, even though it was completely unintelligible.

But the master from the Realm of Transformation should have understood.

If he knew this was indeed Blood Poison, he would’ve instantly plucked his own eyes out like Hahoo’s!

Wasn’t there another dangerous fellow around?

Right, the red guy!

Qing turned her gaze sharply as the heavy-handed Jongjeongpil, now to be referred to as “the Grievous Sword” or “the Red Blade” or “the People’s Sword,” strolled towards her with an air of importance.

Why act like that?

Does he think he’s some final boss or nemesis?

But it was truly a generous gesture.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Qing turned her back on Jongjeongpil, choosing to fully escape.

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