Chapter 71

“No way! How did this happen!?”

Lord of Black Blood Demons, Master Godang, shouted in shock.

Black Blood, the symbol of fear, was also the indelible mark of a demon. This was exactly why Master Godang wore gloves with his long sleeves.

It was a way to cover hands that he believed could not hide the truth.

And now, that very answer unexpectedly revealed itself.

With a deep longing, Master Godang cried out,

“How in the world!?”

“Uh, I just did it? It worked, like, why can’t you do it too? Oh, this is tasty! Grandpa, what’s this?”

“Don’t you even know what cooking is, you silly girl? Cooking is what you eat!”

“A lady, what’s the name of this dish?”

“Well, you should’ve asked properly. You really act simpleminded. It’s called Dirumrama.”

Choi Riyong answered.

But honestly, her tone was closer to that of a foul-mouthed grandma.

In that sense, this grandpa was oddly kind for a Great Demon Lord.

But why? What do I have that’s pretty?

I truly don’t get this situation.

Anyway, it’s not like I need to understand the Great Demon Lord’s business.

Qing devoured the Dirumrama like it was the best thing ever.

It was a sweet dish boiled until the vegetables and meat were tender.

It couldn’t possibly taste bad.

That familiar taste was none other than galbi jjim.

And then fried rice!

I genuinely loved the cuisine from this region.

I don’t even know where this is from, but…

Qing nodded her head vigorously.

Then she unceremoniously placed the dish right in front of her.

Choi Riyong frowned.

“You’re just desperate to show off how uneducated you are, aren’t you? That appetite isn’t fit for a beast. You’re worse than a filthy dog.”

“Lady, if you want to eat, just say so. Why all the rudeness?”

Qing scooped up a big mound of food with her palm and dumped it onto Choi Riyong’s plate.

“Hah. Who said I wanted to eat?”

“You old man, it looks like your teeth are falling out, yet you can’t eat anything else. Just shut up and eat something soft.”

“You clever brat! You really took in all the dirt!”

“Did I ask for your help in that?”

Master Godang, who had been standing dumbly at the side table, shouted and glared at Qing.

Surprisingly, that gaze matched the looks that the tablemates shared with Master Godang after the food was thrown everywhere.

“Are you ignoring my words, old man?”

Qing replied while playing with her ears.

“I’m having a conversation with a senior here, you know? Mind your own business.”

“What kind of conversation… Sorry, my senior.”

Master Godang, who was about to make a big fuss, saw Choi Riyong and quickly bent at the waist.

Specifically, it was due to the purple threads that gently began to sprout all over Choi Riyong’s body, the effect of Thunder Arts.

The Thunder Arts leaned towards extreme martial prowess and involved profound energy manipulation.

It was the fiercest and most malevolent purple lightning known to man.

Master of Thunder Arts controlled energy that resembled lightning.

Since it was dedicated to recreating that destructive power unattainable by humans, the energy couldn’t be tamed.

Thus, the wielder of the Master of Thunder Arts would have their emotions dictate when the thunder would erratically unleash.

If angered, violet lightning would spontaneously strike—it truly deserved to be in the top ten martial arts of the world.

Plus, Choi Riyong was a master in the Realm of Transformation.

When truly enraged, it wasn’t just Thunder Arts but the might of Thunder Tribulation that could leap across space.

Because lightning genuinely stretches a thousand miles in the blink of an eye.

And only then did Master Godang realize.

“How could a woman from the orthodox sect not be able to learn properly and just babble like a loose cannon?”

“Lady, I too have learned well! It’s just that there’s no one to keep the manners with.”

“No one to keep manners with? Is this old man not a person or just a scarecrow?”

“You’re not a person; you’re just an old dummy!”

“Haha. In the end, blabbering will lead to your demise. When that time comes, I’ll gladly toss in some firewood for you.”

Choi Riyong’s Thunder Arts quieted down with that statement.

Despite the harsh words, it didn’t bother her at all.

And she immediately realized the reason why.

The daughter of the Master of Thunder Arts had died in her arms at about Qing’s age.

‘Seems I’m getting old again!’

Ever since then, she had moments where she lost her composure.

Choi Riyong’s daughter was unpleasantly behaved.

Thus, the Master of Thunder Arts treated her daughter in a similar way.

Eventually, she just saw any girl around the same age who acted out as if she were her own daughter.

I saw how Black Blood was dealt with but died of curiosity, and yet it wasn’t enough to trigger an outbreak in this senile senior’s state of mind.

I can ask later.

Master Godang quietly sat back at the table.

In the meantime, Qing casually continued her banter.

“Looks like I’ll end up serving the old man first.”

“Well, a young lady should live longer than an old man. From what I can tell, she lacks manners and will soon find herself at a funeral. No manners? What a hopelessly ignorant girl.”

“Lady, you’re disrespectful. I’ve learned enough, you know? Grandpa, watch closely.”

Qing displayed her dining etiquette, which was refined amidst nuclear bombings.

With graceful and delicate actions, she deftly took the meat off Choi Riyong’s plate and chewed it.

And thus, the dining scene of Seomun Sulin’s representative beauty of the central plains unfolded.

After a moment, Qing frowned.

“Ugh, this doesn’t even taste like food. Rice should have some chew to it. Anyway, did you see? What’s up, why?”

Qing cast her gaze around and frowned.

The Demon Cultists were staring at her with blank expressions as if they were thinking, ‘What did I just see?’

Some even rubbed their eyes despite having bright red ones.

Even Ji Seung-ju stood there gaping.

Indeed, it was a shocking spectacle.

Wasn’t this the girl who had her head smashed in earlier?

If she suddenly behaved like a heavenly maiden, it was only natural for goosebumps to arise.

Choi Riyong clicked her tongue, displeased.

“A fool who can’t do anything is far worse than one who doesn’t do anything. What exactly are you showing off for?”

Qing slammed down her chopsticks.

“Lady, I can’t eat with all this noise!”

And she quickly picked them up again, saying,

“Oh, but that doesn’t mean I won’t eat.”

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Master Godang was curious about how Black Blood had been erased.

He was truly curious.

So curious that he couldn’t possibly ask.

Because after that meal, Choi Riyong started teaching Qing the Master of Thunder Arts.

What was the reason for teaching Qing the Black Blood Demonic Arts?

Something related to the distinctive black feature of Black Blood, which meant she couldn’t go back to the Central Plains, thus leading to staying at the Divine Sect.

But now he understood it could be hidden.

Now, she needed a different martial art.

Especially since Qing’s personality was incredibly troublesome.

And Master of Thunder Arts was right there beside her.

That’s right!

If the Master of Thunder Arts ran wild according to her mood, it could replace the Black Blood Demonic Arts.

There’s no way a witch who throws lightning dozens of times a day could return to the Central Plains.

Ji Seung-ju thought that way.

Whether giving that wild Thunder Energy to someone who would sway with a bad temper was the right thing for the world, he wasn’t sure.

But Choi Riyong was in a daze.

Ji Seung-ju would have no need to persuade further.

‘Master of Thunder Arts, perhaps you could teach her great accomplishment,’

‘Understood.’

The moment the words came to an end, the approval fell.

In this way, Qing obtained two (or three) of the top ten martial arts of the world.

It was an unprecedented achievement in the history of the martial world.

However, there was something that even Ji Seung-ju couldn’t have foreseen with that brilliant mind.

“So it’s said to be the top ten martial arts of the world, but isn’t it gold this time?”

Qing was disappointed.

But she did appreciate the Inner Strength Meditation Technique.

Inner Strength would never be too much, no matter the amount.

After all, it was the teaching of Seomun Sulin!

Qing printed the first seal of the Master of Thunder Arts at her training spot.

The erratic Thunder Energy of the Master of Thunder Arts nestled into her body as its new owner.

The Thunder Energy was a reckless and ultimate manifestation of lightning that knew no bounds.

It would barbarously shatter Qing’s self-control and change her temperament… or so it was supposed to be.

However, the two divine skills already present needed to excel.

Zhu Yang’s Mindfulness Sutra was designed by the Divine Farmer for his daughter, embodying the sacred flame that consumes all.

No matter how similar flames may be, they often differ in their heights.

Just as the Thunder Energy was about to rampage, it faced a painful defeat and was on the brink of annihilation.

At that moment, the balanced essence of the Moon Lady’s heart, containing harmony across nine worlds, stepped in.

It comforted the Thunder Energy, gently calming it while infusing new vigor into it.

Subsequently, it laid out a spot for it in the Dantian Corner, which was the furthest, dirtiest, draftiest area.

The Nine Thousand Heavenly Lady contains the wisdom of the nine worlds but is strict regarding hierarchy.

Even the world has its ups and downs, so how could demon arts dare to falter?

In the end, the Thunder Energy failed to rampage even once and knelt before the walls of Qing’s Dantian.

To explain the various energy clashes that occurred within the Dantian in a way a child could understand, it generally went like this.

While Qing drooled in the sensation of her brain being eaten away, this transpired.

-How does it feel? Isn’t your body all tingly? Hehe, let the Thunder Energy go wild; just accept it. You might suffer a bit for a few days.

“Suffer? What sort of suffering?”

-Your body shakes and jumps at will, doesn’t it? It’s the destiny of the Thunder Energy to make the body run wild; just endure it as fate. It will indeed be a rather painful fate.

Those were Choi Riyong’s words from outside the carriage.

Qing only blinked.

Shaking? What’s hurting?

Qing pulled out the newly found purple true energy and ran through her blood pathways.

With a shy energy that resembled a newlywed bride, it made its way through her blood pathways and into the Dantian.

Somehow, it seemed reluctant to return to the Dantian after lingering in the blood pathways?

“Oh. Is it normal to feel pain?”

-If the pain is so severe that you feel you can’t endure it, then speak up. I’ll listen.

What pain?

Qing was utterly lost.

Yet, since the old man seemed to be looking forward to it,

Qing decided to live up to that expectation.

“Ah. Ah-pah. It hurts.”

-……?

“It hurts. Take it away! It hurts!”

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