Chapter 19: Change the Course to North-Northwest (8)

Chapter 19: Change the Course to North-Northwest (8)

Change the Course to North-Northwest (8)

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Madam, I regret that we have to meet this way, but time has already been greatly delayed.

Yang Sowol was utterly pale.

A-Qing felt this was the first time in her life seeing someone so white.

Her hand covering her mouth trembled as if convulsing.

Her trembling legs made it seem like she was using all her strength just to stand.

I shall not ask you about your disgraceful act, so please hand over the child now.

Yang Chaemu was polite and respectful.

That was also why he was so resolute.

A-Qing stepped forward with a finger pointed in anger.

Wait. I was staying silent until now, but this is ridiculous. How can you so boldly tell her to hand over the child? Is it your kid? If you take her, will you feed her just one meal and return her nicely or something? Just from hearing what youre saying-

Young Lady, youHooo.

Yang Chaemu rubbed his face.

He looked as tired as someone who hadnt slept for a week.

You seem to be under some sort of misunderstanding.

Misunderstanding? Fine, thats great. Misunderstanding, it is. Fucking hell, you shitty perverts.

Just as A-Qings specialty, indiscriminate personal attacks, was about to continue

Yang Chaemus next words stopped her.

We have already paid a sufficient price.

.What?

A-Qing turned to look at Yang Sowol.

I never heard anything about this, though?

The price was a thousand Gwan11 Gwan = 3730 grams. so thats 3730 kg of gold of gold. It was an amount prepared by selling the familys entire estate.

Uh..

And just recently, I received a message from the bank. That the gold was all transferred to the Bank of Ten Thousand Gold.

Large sums were managed by writing promissory notes.

Even if it is transported by cart, a thousand Gwan of gold would take ten of them.

As such, the gold was sent to the bank first and a promissory note was issued in that name.

In fact, trading promissory notes was advantageous for the issuer.

If the other party didnt keep their promise, one could simply contact the bank to stop the payment.

However, the gold was completely handed over to the Bank of Ten Thousand Gold.

The Yang Clan had now fully transferred all ownership of the gold.

But you disappeared. So, we had no choice but to put a bounty. The bounty was five hundred Gwan of gold, prepared by mortgaging the clans business and manor. Now, we have even staked the future of our clan.

The total was fifteen hundred Gwan of gold.

The Yang Clan of Xinjiang, a clan that held sway over an entire province, had gathered this sum with all their might.

Either way, the gold was prepared to bring back the child. If Madam found a thousand Gwan insufficient, we shall add another five hundred Gwan. Isnt this enough to save one life with the.price of another?

The last words were directed at A-Qing.

Only then did A-Qing look at Yang Chaemu.

She looked at his high Righteous Karma.

He wasnt some scum of humanity who would take a child and harm them for fun.

He was the son of a dying person.

A son trying to save his father.

While it may not be honorable to buy a life with money, the clan has offered all the sincerity it can.

A phrase from the Mission Window came to mind.

[Righteous Karma) Transfer the elixir to the rightful owner]

Have you not glimpsed it as well? The lifeblood of a hundred people goes into a single Living Jiangshi. It was impossible to know where those lives came from. But now I understand. Since the authorities turn a blind eye to even the marauding foreign invaders, even if the villains disguise themselves, we have no choice but to helplessly let them run amok.

Dao Master Seungsu tried to persuade A-Qing.

Fairy, recently, Murim has been in chaos and there is no place below the Heavens without evil. Every piece of news entering the Murim Alliance is urgent, leaving no one to lend a hand because they themselves are in search of their own salvation.

Even if you say that to me

The Yang Clan is a pillar of Murim, guarding the East Sea. When neither the Nine Sects nor the Noble Clans can help, someone must stop Sera Sects evil deeds. And I am far too aware who is the most willing to shed blood in the very forefront.

When he said so, Yang Sowol abruptly knelt and prostrated on the ground.

She bowed in the most humble posture imaginable, rubbing her hands together like a fly, pleading with her knees, chest, and forehead touching the ground.

Great Expert Yang, please. I will do anything, endure any humiliation, even if it takes my whole life. Please have mercy on this child. Please.

Dao Master Seungsu, the Doaists from Wudang, Yang Chaemu, and the warriors from the Yang Clan of Xinjiang all looked at A-Qing.

Whats with this atmosphere? Why are they all looking at me?

Just make a decision amongst you guys and let me know.

What? Am I the one to decide or something?

Do I have to make the decision?

Like what? If I make a decision, are you just gonna say okay and move on?

A-Qing tightly grasped Jin Jangmyeongs hand.

And when she did, she felt a wriggling sensation in her grip.

Ill go.

In a moment, all sounds of breathing in the area halted.

It is all mymy fault. Dad passed away. Mom, Iactually knew everything. You dont have to care for me anymore, Mom. So live comfortably. If only we had done this earlier, Dad might have still been alive. Its all mymy

Jin Jangmyeong choked up.

Go somewhere nice, hic, and just remarry. Instead of a retarded daughter like me, give birth to a healthy child and live happily.

Myeong!

Yang Sowol crawled on the ground towards her daughter.

Her trembling hand reaching out with all her effort was harshly rejected by the child.

No! I hate it! I hate it too! Im sick of living as a burden! I never wanted to be born like this! Eugh, uah..

In the end, Jin Jangmyeong burst into tears.

Any and all crying in the world was ugly. It couldnt be helped.

The tale of a pretty expression with a single tear drop was a lie only found in stories.

The child cried with a harsh sound, scratching her throat in anguish.

Yang Sowol was beside herself and the Daoists and warriors couldnt bear to even lift their heads, shaking them instead.

And A-Qing made up her mind.

Once she did, there was not a single ounce of hesitation in her actions.

FUCKING HELL! This is goddamn ridiculous! What a fucking joke, aint it?!

Everyones gazes turned to her.

Look at everyone sitting here filming some sort of fucking melodrama. Here comes a China Numba One fuuuuuuuucking melodrama where all of Murim is in shock and the Emperor expresses respect! This is why the fucking ching chongs aint it. The thing I hate the most in the world is racism and the close second is the fucking ching chong motherfuckers.

A-Qing tucked the child under her arm.

Fuck everything! Listen up! Ill be the one to eat up this kid. Im going to be the one to fuck her and reach the Transcendent Realm, so if you have any complaints, keep them to yourself.

A-Qing looked around at everyone.

Every single one of them had idiotic, dumbfounded expressions on their face.

Finding it hilarious, A-Qing laughed like a crazy bitch.

Then, in an instant, she straightened her expression.

A-Qing stomped off the ground.

An amazing anti-gravity leap of the Yue Maiden Footwork unfolded.

And then, only her voice, gradually fading away, could be heard.

This child is now mine! I can do whatever I want with her! Im leaving. Bye, everyone! Fuck constraints and bondage! Im off to find my happiness free from that shit! I wish you all happiness too!

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1 Gwan = 3730 grams. so thats 3730 kg of gold

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