A new member joined Qing’s Dantian.
A cold and dark fellow with a nature of extreme negativity.
Ice Sky Demon!
A wicked demon from the North Sea.
The Ice Sky Demon proudly entered the Dantian.
And saw Zhu Yang’s True Energy.
The refined Divine Skill, Zhu Yang’s True Energy, glanced at the newcomer once and then signaled to Hwanhee Jin-gi.
Moon Lady Jin-gi pretended not to notice and nodded her head.
Hwanhee Jin-gi jumped up, while the Ice Sky Demon dashed away.
“This one’s automatic training too. Sweet deal…”
Qing felt the Ice Sky Demon wandering inside itself.
It was the Ice Sky Demon Art that had reached the third stage.
After trying it out last night, the power of the third stage practically canceled out the efficacy of the first stage Girl’s Joyous Mirror.
With the stats boost of the golden martial arts being higher than the red ones, just the Ice Sky Demon Art alone was far from enough to counter the side effects of the Girl’s Joyous Mirror.
What now?
Should I go learn the Ice White Divine Skill?
Honestly, there was a martial art I intended to exchange my fifteen hundred points for from the start.
It was the Reverse Ancient Transmutation Meditation Technique.
I heard about it during my chat with Seomun Sulin.
“Master, if I could learn just one martial art in this world, which would be best?”
“It would be the Reverse Ancient Transmutation Meditation Technique, I suppose.”
“The Reverse Ancient Transmutation Meditation Technique?”
“Yes. It’s the best Inner Strength Meditation Technique a person walking the righteous path can possess.”
Its ability to protect the mind from demons is the second most powerful in the world after Zhu Yang’s Mindfulness Sutra, and no other martial art can compare in terms of strengthening the Dantian and meridians.
“So, in comparison to Zhu Yang’s Mindfulness Sutra, which one is… Ouch!! It really hurts…”
The disciple really knows how to take a beating. Good for you. Tsk.
The Reverse Ancient Transmutation Meditation Technique is the greatest martial art of Buddhism. How can we compare it to our Daoist paths, which differ?
If you can learn it, sigh. That’s enough.
After all, there’s no use lamenting over something you can’t obtain, so don’t even bring it up again, disciple.
“Yes…”
So.
When I searched on the Martial Arts Inventory, it turned out to be purple.
It was indeed a blasphemous thought, but it must surely be a superior martial art to Zhu Yang’s Mindfulness Sutra.
If they were evenly matched, my Master wouldn’t have sent me flying with that uncomfortable refined watermelon last time.
Since there was nothing else to say, the Master probably just went along with it…
So this time, I’d come back and say, “Ta-da! Master, I learned the Reverse Ancient Transmutation Meditation Technique!” How pleased would he be?
That was the plan.
But I just ended up learning Demonic Arts instead…
But I need to get stronger immediately. What should I do?
Qing also had eyes, and as the kidnapping procession continued, he saw the swarm of martial masters.
Considering their experience, they were wildly skilled, yet within the Heavenly Demon Sect, they were merely common peak-tier warriors.
They were just so comfortable letting me be like this.
It might be thanks to my act of being a leg cripple, but they were probably just challenging me to run if I could.
So first, let’s gather martial skills as much as possible.
Just like when I reached the peak, and when I gain more levels, I’ll consider going after that Supreme Being Representative,
But if I don’t reach that level?
Well, I’ll just gather my strength and observe, then set things on fire and run, right?
Turns out this guy who talks nonsense is actually the leader, so I underestimated it, and it’s a real tiger’s den.
But what can I do?
How was I supposed to know I’d get kidnapped right in my backyard?
Honestly, it’s absurd. Just pure absurdity.
Grrr.
The hunger shook Qing from his thoughts.
“Ah. I’m hungry.”
The sun was already high in the sky.
After walking all night without sleep, I ended up skipping breakfast and had slept all the way till now.
Someone woke me up in the morning, right?
Was it a dream? Hmm. Who knows. I’m hungry.
Is lunch still not here?
It can’t have passed already, right?
As Qing licked his dry lips from hunger, a sound suddenly reached his ears from beyond the wall.
-Gah! Urgh! Ack! Gah!
Sounds coming from the next room.
That was Gyeon Pohee’s room.
What in the world is going on?
Could it be that fool is getting beaten up again?
With a frown, Qing got up from his spot.
In spite of everything, he didn’t forget to maintain his act of being a lame person, limping all the way to the door of the next room and flinging it open.
And sure enough.
A scene of brutal assault unfolded before him.
But it was a bit different from what Qing anticipated—
“Ah, Junior Sister! You’re awake!?”
Gyeon Pohee waved happily while sitting on a pile of five disciples stacked together.
The one at the very bottom looked particularly pale.
If this goes on, they might just pass out. What a waste.
“Um? Gyeon? What are you doing right now?”
“Huh? Educating! I am now the second-tier disciple! I have an obligation to teach my juniors!”
She clearly mentioned such things yesterday.
So she was serious about it.
“Oh, my, Junior Sister? Did you hit your head? How are you going to survive in this harsh world being so weak? If it’s too hard, should I let you off the hook?”
Junior Sister Cheon startled and started feeling around on the floor.
She found a small wine cup rolling around and bashed her head against it.
By the way, the wine cups in the Central Plains are those cute little things that can barely hold two spoonfuls of liquor.
Wow, isn’t that like bashing your head against a bottle cap?
It was a miracle that transcended time and space.
When thinking anthropologically, whether in the past or present, people’s thinking ultimately leads to the same conclusion.
Especially when it comes to tormenting others.
Philosophers claiming that human nature is wicked might just be onto something.
Just as Qing was observing this bizarre sight,
“Ugh, Ugh…! Waaaaaah!”
This time, another woman next to her vomited.
“Junior Sister Dap? Isn’t raw meat harmful to the body? You got me some, after all, so given your tendency to cherish food, shouldn’t you set an example?”
“But…”
“You understand?”
Junior Sister Dap looked at the floor with trembling eyes.
Ah. So that’s her.
The one who gives raw meat and makes them eat it after they vomit.
Turns out this was Gyeon Pohee’s revenge scheme.
In that case, better let them enjoy it,
Gyeon Pohee wore a delighted expression.
And atop that, her growing malice—Oh?
Before Qing’s eyes, Gyeon Pohee’s malice increased.
-From -149 to -150.
Wait, what?
Yesterday it clearly dropped to -145. Why has it gone back up to that 150 number?
And then.
The Cheon lady, who was shaking her head against the floor, lost her balance and toppled over.
With a round bruise forming on her forehead, Qing couldn’t help but let out a snicker.
“Junior Sister Cheon? You okay? That’s five hits, right?”
“No, no!”
“If you lie, you’ll take the punishment. You bad girl.”
Gyeon Pohee pulled out a hairpin and tossed it.
Although her technique was clumsy, it had a certain flair to it.
The hairpin landed right on Junior Sister Cheon’s thigh, thwack.
“Gyaaah!”
“Huh? Is that the sound of a air leak? When the master is personally educating, isn’t there a rule against making noise?”
“S-sorry…”
“Everyone’s just not focusing. Junior Sister Cheon, didn’t you teach them once? If they get hit, they need to be tense.”
Suddenly rising, Gyeon Pohee roughly grabbed the hair of Junior Sister Cheon and began to kick her like crazy.
Not letting her escape, she delivered a series of fierce kicks.
Junior Sister Cheon sobbed and begged for mercy.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“Is that all you can say? Ah. Right. Junior Sister Cheon always said, ‘Is saying sorry enough?’ But then if that isn’t enough, what else is there?”
“I was wrong… *sniffles*…”
“Junior Sister Cheon, didn’t you hear the question? Is Hwanhui Palace funny? Do I, the Master, look like a… no, a spiritual tool?”
“I was wrong! Please, Master, forgive me!”
The Cheon lady cried like a fly begging for mercy.
At that, Gyeon Pohee’s malice decreased.
-149.
Qing’s eyes sparkled.
It dropped this time? What changed?
Why does it seem to fluctuate while doing basically the same thing…?
Huh? Could it be?
A thought suddenly struck Qing.
Qing pointed his finger at one of the women.
“Master, that one over there is looking at you funny.”
“Huh!? How is she looking?”
“See, even now she’s glancing over. Can she shoot disrespectful glances at her senior? Maybe she just thinks the Master is easy to mess with?”
“No, no! That’s not true!”
“What about Jin Junior Sister? Didn’t she like to paint?”
“Eek…!”
“Jin Junior Sister, better take it off?”
Gyeon Pohee brandished her dagger.
Ah. In that sense, that kind of painting.
Qing understood.
—-
The cycle of revenge came to an end.
It appeared that poking at a weak villain created more harm than good and only elevated their villainy?
It seemed to work like that somehow.
In the same vein, breaking and crushing the heart of a villain should accumulate good deeds.
In that case, the condition for good deeds must lie in preventing future evil actions.
When recalling Jang Myung and the little rascal from the task list…
Ah, but that little brat should be living easy, right?
While I’m stuck in this relentless struggle…
Why?
Why me alone?
Thinking it over made me mad?
Qing felt an anger swell in his stream of consciousness.
Half of the Hwanhui Palace disciples lay about, mindlessly breathing, while the other half still had some fire in their eyes.
I need one too; let me have something to toy with.
What should I pick?
Just then, Gyeon Pohee scooped Qing up into her arms.
What a cozy ride, no, a ride with a villainous creep.
Looks like she’s used to her role as a support now.
The support turned to Qing and said,
“Junior Sister! Are you hungry!? Let’s go eat lunch!”
Lunch! Qing’s murderous intent instantly dissipated.
Food is a serious matter for him.
At least that’s how it works for him.
Support 2.0 didn’t seem to prefer anything else than food, huh?
Curious, Qing asked.
“Master, are we not going to finish that other thing?”
“Huh? Of course, we must!”
What does being a Master have to do with finishing things?
Qing asked again.
“Because the challenge is for the juniors to take on. The seniors are the ones who can teach them.”
“Ah. That’s how it is.”
Indeed.
Shouldn’t a senior be allowed to eat the junior just for fun?
Ultimately, it’d leave only the top one standing.
This must be a rule in place to avoid that.
But can you really call this a sect in its current state?
It’s nothing more than a chaotic mess.
Suddenly, Qing began to really miss the Divine Maiden Sect.
And shortly afterward, he missed it even more.
Today’s lunch was a disaster…
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