Chapter 41: Journey To Mount Hua (1)

Chapter 41: Journey To Mount Hua (1)

Journey To Mount Hua (1)

Qing was always bold, confident, and proud.

But this time, she felt that she had disgraced herself. It was her first mistake since the start of her Murim journey.

Do you even know how sincerely and kindly I lived?

To be fair, strictly speaking, it wasnt my fault this time either.

It just so happened that the Taiping Sword Sect acted like utter thugs right when my mind was foggy.

And then, some clueless sparring fanatic piece of shit provoked me, didnt he?

But still, I was a bit excessive this time.

Yeah. I also have a very tiny bit of fault.

And because of that, my perfect morality has been shattered.

For that reason, Qing was depressed.

Honestly, Qing knew that feeling a sense of exhilaration from cutting people was not normal.

But what else can I do?

It feels so very good. I just cant explain myself.

So, she had been careful with her actions.

She only enjoyed cutting and tearing apart bad guys.

Qing was just slightly unusual, but ultimately an ordinary person.

As such, her solution to such times was also ordinary.

A city full of bad memories, huh? Better leave then.

Qings decisiveness was unmatched in the Central Plains.

Because, after all, she had nowhere else to go.

On her way, she stopped by the Taiping Sword Sect.

The martial artist guarding the gate asked what business she had, so she graciously handed over the five spoils of war. Or perhaps, trophies.

This is.?

I picked them up on my way here.

?

What in the world did she mean by picking up the swords on the way here?

And not just any swords, but five from the sect.

The warriors brain froze momentarily and by the time he reached out his hand, Qing had already walked away.

Young Lady? Where are you going! Just a moment.!

As he was stuck guarding the gate, he could only cling onto Qing with his pitiful voice.

However, Qing was like the wind, so she could not be held back.

After that, just one problem remained. Where to go?

Qing thought.

First off, it seems I dont get along with water.

Somehow, Ive never had good luck whenever Im involved with rivers.

Both the abrupt Final Boss appearance and this place as well.

It seems I have some water-related misfortune written in my fate.

Its a shame to give up on the Yangtze River Free Pass, but theres no need to ignore the wisdom of the ancestors that said defying ones fate wont end well.

Besides, Qing didnt have much history of traveling in luxury.

After all, since when had she started looking for escort groups and what not?

Just as Qing was about to set off on foot-

What the. Why are you following me.

No, it is not that I was following you per se. I just did not have anywhere to go, so I ended up here unintentionally.

That doesnt mean youll get a spar, you know? And why dont you have anywhere else to go? What nonsense is that? I cant believe youre just leaving aside your nice, wealthy home and saying something so privileged.

Well, the thing is Hm. I am thinking of running away from home. If I return now, I doubt I will be able to guarantee my life.

Three days had passed since the incident.

It was only natural for rumors to slowly reach the actual ruling clan of the Anhui Province, the Namgung Clan.

And the current lord, Sword King Namgung Daero, was a man as straight as an arrow.

If the rumor that his son harassed a woman during broad daylight reached him, the consequences were quite predictable.

Qing asked in utter incredulity.

Nah, what? Then just go on your own way. Why follow me?

Young Lady. Isnt it too harsh to act so coldly? As a fellow swordsman, I mean. Those who pursue the path of the sword are akin to comrades, wherever in the Four Seas they are.

Qing frowned, narrowing her eyes.

What is this sudden talk of comradeship? What? You want me to give a standing ovation or some shit?

How do I shake off thislump?

Then suddenly, an idea struck her.

And since the Mount Hua Sect was mentioned by Teacher several times, it must be a famous sect. What was it again? Nine Sects?

If a sect had established itself to that extent, maybe its not all that dangerous.

How can I resist the allure of lava, which is more powerful than fire?

-

There was no need to talk about how decisive Qing was and Namgung Shinjae, needing to escape Anhui immediately, had no time to hesitate.

They bought a carriage and a coachman with Namgung Shinjaes money.

Likewise, they purchased plenty of snacks.

And also a generous amount of wooden swords for sparri-

Qing frowned.

Why buy so many wooden swords? If you resell them, do you get a profit or something? Is this some local specialty? A place famous for wooden swords?

Oh no. It seems Young Lady Ximen is not quite aware yet. A few spars are enough to break a wooden sword. It is much better to have plenty than not enough. Isnt that so?

Even considering that, it seems to be a lot, though

However, since he was spending his own money, there wasnt really any reason for her to object. Qing just accepted it as it was.

Sparring was undoubtedly a hassle.

But when thinking about how she would have to sit in the carriage, listening to his endless praise of words, she found herself thinking it wouldnt be so bad to beat this little fuckers ass like a drum.

Oh well. Lets just beat the shit out of him.

After all, the difference in skill became far more apparent in sparring.

Dishonorable tactics and means were prohibited.

Targeting dangerous key acupuncture points was also prohibited.

And if one intended to use any dangerous moves, they had to be declared in advance.

As such, even if Qing said it was just sparring, the outcome was pretty clear.

He was just a mere Early-Stage Peak Realm rookie, who could barely maintain Sword Qi as it blinked into existence and out haphazardly.

In reality, it would be more of a lesson than a spar.

In that sense, sparring with Namgung Shinjae was sometimes helpful and sometimes not; it was quite vague as to which one it was.

So, to explain, this was how it went during the first spar.

Qing picked two out of the five approaching sword strikes to hit away lightly.

After the two real movements were deflected, the momentum of the remaining feigned movements wavered and disappeared.

Qing pretended to take a step forward and kicked Namgung Shinjaes ankle.

Namgung Shinjae let out a grunt and leaned forward, thus sticking out the crown of his head.

Ah! This is my time to shine!

Qings left hand clenched into a fist with the middle finger slightly protruding.

Master, your disciple is finally going to do her part.

Please watch over me from the heavens.

Bonk!

In that moment, Qing felt a deep satisfaction swelling from within.

So, Master has always kept such a good thing to herself, huh?

With that, victory and defeat had been decided, but Namgung Shinjae refused to accept it.

Young Lady, is that not far too petty?! That is cheating!

Namgung Shinjae exclaimed, seemingly aggrieved.

Ehh? Me? What did I do?

Qing genuinely didnt understand.

How can you resort to other attacks besides the sword!

The response that returned was quite strange.

It meant kicking was prohibited and so were nuclear noogies.

.? I dont understand what youre saying.

In a spar of swordsmanship, only swords should be used. Did you not know that?

Qing blinked at the absurdity.

What kind of dogshit is that?

.? Why are dogs defecating relevant here?

Nevermind.

Qing protested in a serious manner.

Youre not going to say we should only use words even in real combat, are you?

In real combat, it cannot be helped. If my skill is lacking, I may have to resort to other methods. But this is sparring, is it not? It is training to improve our swordsmanship, so naturally, we should only use swords.

Mm?

Is that convincing? It seems like it might be?

It also does kinda seem like absolute dogshit, though.

1

this is Peng Daesan! She calls him San, but this is a pet name where they add ie at the end of a name to show friendliness

2

a legendary Chinese scholar and poet who lived during the Tang dynasty whose lifetime supposedly spanned two hundred and twenty years. Elevated to the status of an immortal in the Chinese cultural sphere by Daoists, he is one of the most widely known of the group of deities known as the Eight Immortals

3

Its a saying that basically shows how long it takes to master a specific weapon. The longer it takes, the harder it is to master (Obviously). It is also used as a way to show that a specific weapon is better. Because it obviously, totally makes sense that the longer it takes to master, the better the weapon is (totally ha ha ha wow)

/genesisforsaken