Chapter 501

Qing was at a loss.

What is this? They say they don’t want to be hated, but isn’t this just a way of saying, “Survive if you can”?

“Can’t you give me a reasonable task? You just said ‘daeso’ earlier; do you even know what that means?”

“Oh my. Is it really that hard for the owner of Nengpa Mibo to spare my own body? You don’t even have to come all the way to Hangzhou! Even if someone turns into a Jiangshi, it just means the papers get changed, you know? Name, personality, memories, appearance—all remain the same.”

Unyeonjeong never said she would kill.

She simply stated her intention to turn a cherished person into a Jiangshi.

Name, personality, memories, appearance—unchanged.

An action done by a self-willed Jiangshi.

But is that really true?

And why is that considered a threat?

“Can you think and act on your own? Then what’s the difference between a human and a Jiangshi?”

“Oh my. Lady Seomun? Humans and Jiangshi have not a single similarity in stroke? They may seem alike, but they can never coexist.”

“Why? You just said they were the same? And in the Jiangshi, there’s a human purity too, right?”

“Oh, was that so? Hehe, Lady Seomun. Do you know what thoughts come first when one becomes a Jiangshi? Ah, I’m no longer human. Though I bear the appearance of a human and possess the same consciousness and spirit, to them, I can never be accepted as human.”

“Why? You’re the same as a human, right? Is it because of a mental difference? Weren’t you just saying they were alike?”

“Well, Jiangshi do not age, you see? Think about it. Everything is the same, but it’s like a human who ages alone. Isn’t it likely the Jiangshi would be the superior existence? Then, will the current masters of this world, humans, be able to accept that?”

“Hmmm. Are you a Jiangshi, by any chance? You seem to know a lot?”

“Hehe, I’ve been told that frequently. You know the work I do, right? Ah, if you really dislike it, then Lady Seomun could willingly become a Jiangshi instead.”

In that moment, Qing’s guard shot up.

Qing frowned.

“Right. This all stems from my constitution, doesn’t it? Is that why I’m stuck like this?”

“Of course. Did you know?”

Qing snorted dismissively.

“I don’t stop those who like me, but if they only fancy this body, I really don’t like that. If someone’s only interested in my body, what’s the difference from being a lustful beast?”

“Lady Seomun might not understand yet. You don’t realize what significance you hold for me. To me, you are more precious than everything else in the world.”

“You’re pushing me to harm someone precious?”

“Hehe. It’s okay. Ideally, it would be great if you could become a Jiangshi while still alive, but even if you’ve passed on, that’s fine too! So, Lady Seomun, please don’t worry. If you die, oh my, I’ll still be right in front of you.”

“Oh lady. I’m going crazy.”

It doesn’t matter if the body is dead or alive, as long as it’s the goal.

What is this? Is this really insane?

Of course, Qing had no intention of willingly becoming a Jiangshi, nor of sacrificing any of her treasured ones for that matter.

Because it all felt suspicious.

Nothing changes, and the only realization is this shift from human to Jiangshi and the recognition of that change.

What does it mean to not age? Is it immortality, perpetual youth, or eternal life?

“Enough. Is there really no necessity for me to break through on my own? Is it okay to accept help?”

“Oh my? Lady Seomun? Are you really thinking of sharing this dangerous journey with someone? Is that for real? I can’t say that that’s typical of you.”

You were going to try solving it all alone anyway, weren’t you? That was the reply that came back.

“You said it was okay, right? You can’t go back on your word later?”

“Of course. My word. A promise.”

A soft touch brushed against her cheek.

Oh lady, everyone can see this.

Qing frowned again.

“Then, I’ll be waiting in Hangzhou. Hehe, I wonder how long it’s been since someone waited for someone else. My heart’s already racing, you know. Yes, it’s been a long time since waiting was like hope…”

And at that moment, a hand shoved her in the back.

Can’t you let me go gently instead of pushing me?

Qing lightly landed on the ground and rolled her eyes in disbelief.

Unyeonjeong, who had been stuck behind her this whole time, couldn’t see her face.

The moment Qing saw her, her heart sank—oh my, really. Why?

That face crafted in accordance with Qing’s preferences was right there.

However, Qing quickly regained her composure.

Wow! Evil karma! Hmm. Evil karma. My mind is suddenly clear.

Now that her mind was clear, she started noticing the flaws.

Unyeonjeong’s chest is so modest.

If only it were bigger, I would have really lost my mind. Big is definitely better. Mmm. Mmm.

It’s true that the Supreme Brain-slaying Young Lady can’t have a big chest.

Otherwise, it’d look stout.

I want to see Huimae, my cute young lady.

Mine, one I can mold however I want.

Unyeonjeong’s expression turned subtle.

Something felt amiss, perhaps sensing a very rude thought through a woman’s intuition.

“Alright, everyone. I’ll take my leave now.”

Unyeonjeong laid back just as the coffin opened with a thud.

As Unyeonjeong fell into the coffin, the little Jiangshis they had seen before lifted the coffin’s four legs to carry it.

What do we even call this?

Coffin litter? Funeral rickshaw? Or a hearse?

The coffin litter, equipped with eight legs, burst into the sky as if propelled by some force.

In an instant, the coffin disappeared into the distance.

And in its place stood a group of martial artists, unsure and observant, alongside the world’s most beautiful transcendent beauty who had unveiled her true identity.

“Master. Do you really have to go through all this trouble?”

A voice suddenly whispered into Unyeonjeong’s ear.

Unyeonjeong softly curled her lips inside the closed coffin.

“Hehe, Lady Seomun will come to realize just how shallow and easily breakable human emotions and reason are. After despairing upon seeing connections painstakingly accumulated turn into blades, you will remember there’s someone who has been waiting steadfastly.”

No matter how strong a bond, even flesh and blood, human greed ultimately turns inward.

Warmth is like the sun, and the closer one reaches out to it, the higher it flies.

But the sun is an illusion; in reality, it remains detached from this world, cold and distant behind the emptiness.

So those who soar high will inevitably fall longer.

That’s just how Unyeonjeong sees the world’s principles.

“Indeed, it’s you, master! The Supreme Brain-slaying Young Lady! Ah, do you like this? Can I use it?”

“Hehe, of course.”

“But what if, by any chance, the Orthodox Warriors move to rescue her?”

“Oh, that would be an excuse to give to the Blood Sect? A great war will ensue. But honestly, I don’t really care. Still, I should cater to them for now, shouldn’t I? Even when I dispose of those, they’re still somewhat useful.”

If the Orthodox side really moved to rescue Qing, it was obvious a war would break out.

Even if Lady Seomun puts on a tough front, will she be able to withstand the blood price?

Even if she does hold on, will the common people be able to as well?

Only when faced with the pouring resentment and hatred would they come to realize how trivial and vain human emotions truly are.

As Qing’s figure wavered, she split into eight translucent versions, darting off in different directions.

Nengpa Mibo.

An unprecedented divine art that guaranteed her own safety.

Now that she was back to Seomun Qing, should there be any need to hide Nengpa Mibo?

With a dizzying plummet, it felt like she was falling in every direction, twisting through the world as she noticed a man looking at her in surprise.

Three hundred points of evil karma. Huh? Just three hundred?

Unyeonjeong’s evil deeds seemed rather cute at just three hundred.

But, this guy is wearing Sapa martial garb like he’s from the Chunyu Northern Dipper or something?

Qing simply remembered the Sapa attire because they were the guys who slaughtered villagers and took over the mountains.

Right. Dead man walking.

Qing’s palm touched the man’s chest.

Ding! With a bell-like sound, the Sapa Warrior crumpled down, dazed.

For the first time in a while, Qing drew her Moonlight Sword.

Unyeonjeong might not know, but Seomun Qing could wield a sword.

“From now on, anyone who comes at me will be treated as an opponent in a Life and Death Match!”

Even though it was a gathering of bad guys, if they were seeking the most vicious Demonic Arts, then everyone should be prepared to risk their lives.

Once again, Qing split into eight.

Now, with enemies sprawled all around, the tricky limitations of Nengpa Mibo would instead become an advantage.

However, perhaps because of the high density of people, even Nengpa Mibo’s spatial jump method seemed heavily taxed.

Ouch! A horrifying headache surged through her like having a long needle poking her brain.

People gazed in astonishment at the beauty of the world’s most beautiful lady moving through the crowd.

Her lovely lips formed an arc.

Qing’s Sword Aura spread like a fan.

Clatter! A few weapons bounced off, and with a sound like a “swoosh,” a broken sword flew away.

The guy left holding the remaining piece glared back and forth between Qing and the broken sword in confusion.

What kind of idiot would come looking for Demonic Arts, not even knowing how to wield a sword?

Thud! Qing punctured a heart, making the man pay for his recklessness as she leaped out and unleashed another fierce thrust.

A heavy sensation. A clean hit.

The sword had to exit through a different angle than it entered.

It was also a personal preference, but showing cruelty while facing multiple opponents always serves as a tremendous weapon.

Qing wielded her sword with all her might, releasing her Qi.

Normally, when you accidentally stab yourself, you instinctively grab the wound, right? What happens when you relax your Qi?

That allowed two men to be hooked on her sword as they sailed through the air, drawing a big arc that dropped right onto the guy lunging from the back.

The sword’s aura kicked in again, making a crunching sound.

A gigantic sword, imbued with starlight, sliced through flesh and bone, deeply embedding itself into the hard earth.

“You bastard! Seomun Qing!”

“Who the heck is calling me a bastard!? Do I know you?!”

Amidst the surging enemies, Qing swung her Moonlight Sword, shouting angrily.

At that moment, a single weapon arched towards her like a dragon, the Jiangshi of Jeolnak-seong, Jun Gi-chung.

Qing’s figure instantly split into eight.

Jun Gi-chung flew gracefully through the air, cleaving through a hapless Sapa warrior standing in the way.

“Yahhh!”

The strongest variant of the eight translucent Qings howled.

The Qing that was sliding in a slouching pose regained her original hue and began slicing through the other warriors effortlessly!

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