Chapter 83: Heavenly Demon Divine Cult Serial Murder Case: #5 No Chinaman Must Figure In The Story. (2)

Chapter 83: Heavenly Demon Divine Cult Serial Murder Case: #5 No Chinaman Must Figure In The Story. (2)

“Thousand Spiders Ten Thousand Poison Hand? Is that a Poison Art?”

Qing swiftly called forth the Martial Arts Window.

Thou Sand Spi Ders Ten Thou Sand Poi Son Hand. Search.

As she did so, a majestic Purple Border appeared.

“Thousand Spiders Ten Thousand Poison Hand, is it...”

The 'Spiders' in 'Thousand Spiders Ten Thousand Poison Hand' meant something very literal.

It was signifying all the poisons possessed by a thousand poisonous spiders.

It was a Poison Art famous for its brutal training method, where one would take an antidote in advance and let a poisonous spider bite their finger.

But suddenly, she had a thought.

Didn't the Strategy Guide say that Poison Arts were trash?

Thanks to the Strategy Guide, she had survived until now.

Because it never spoke nonsense.

"Your realm is extraordinary for your age, but there are many strong enemies to face. As such, is there any means better than poison?"

But Seol Ganom did not speak nonsense either.

Qing regarded him as the greatest intellect she had met in the Central Plains.

Qing wavered again at his words.

Hearing it like this, it sounded tempting.

Well, in the game, poison might be weak, but in reality, what could be stronger than poison?

It wasn't exactly like the game, so listening to the opinion of a native might not be a bad idea.

"Anyway, who has time to collect poisonous spiders one by one? If someone offers to give you a Secret Manual, just ask for the Great Tranquil Zen Art. It suits you better than a Poison Art."

"Great Tranquil Zen Art..."

This, too, was a Purple Inner Qi Cultivation Technique.

Qing obviously didn’t know, but it was a martial art known to every martial artist in the world.

It was a Divine Art known for its ability to clear the mind and protect against inner demons, the purity of its essence in hardening the heart and mind was renowned as the most pristine of all martial arts.

However, in the 'If you could learn one martial art, what would it be' game, the Great Tranquil Zen Art had a different meaning.

It was a way of saying, 'Get your head out of the clouds and come back to reality.'

Of course, there was some sincerity mixed in.

After all, if she continued accumulating the sinful karma of slaughter, she might end up as the Great Demonic Adept of the Orthodox Faction, determined to slay all the bad guys in the world.

"So, Seol Ganom's choice is the Great Tranquil Zen Art?"

"Yes. Learn it right away, if someone offers it."

Qing didn't know much about anything.

And lo and behold, sarcasm didn't work on someone who fundamentally couldn’t understand it.

"The Yijin Cleansing Method takes a long time to show effects, but the Great Tranquil Zen Art works immediately, right? Is that what you mean?"

Qing understood it in a different way.

Seol Ganom looked at Qing with a pitiful gaze.

It was the look of realizing that his friend was even more ignorant than he thought.

"The Great Tranquil Zen Art is a Divine Art that keeps your mind pure. It means to stay grounded and not get lost in delusions."

"Agh shit, come on, you should have just said that right away!"

"I just told you, did I not? And I should have known how ignorant you were first. So that I could stoop to your level for you."

It seemed like he had a hard time outright calling her an ignorant bitch.

Qing just frowned, having nothing to say.

As expected, of Seol Ganom. He was not an easy ‘nom1’ to deal with.

What do you do when you’re at a loss for words?

Change the topic, of course.

"By the way, you said you wanted to learn the Blissful Maiden Arts, right? Can men learn it too?"

"The orthodox Dual Cultivation Techniques of Daoism originally does not discriminate between men and women. It's not something to be proud of where you learned it, but as far as I know, it sharpens the body's senses, so I thought it might help heal this body of mine."

"Is it that uncomfortable?"

Seol Ganom quietly pointed to his head.

His hair, still wet, clung to it.

"Ah."

Qing made a sound that didn’t really mean anything in any specific way.

Then, Seol Ganom calmly shared an even sadder story.

"More than that, I have no feeling in my cock. I might just have a Śarīra2 come out of me after I die. At this point, you could say I am not truly living."

"Ah. Oh, no."

Qing exclaimed in pity.

Oh my goodness! How could this be!

Seol Ganom was impotent! A eunuch!

"Then, can you not even do it alone?"

Qing clumsily mimicked a hand motion up and down as she asked.

Seol Ganom spoke with a disappointed expression.

"Can't you at least pretend to be embarrassed? At any rate, even if I try to enjoy it mentally while scratching at my cock, it doesn't work at all."

"Ah, so you wanted to see me embarrassed?"

No wonder this ahjusshi kept making lewd comments bordering on sexual harassment.

Qing's eyes narrowed.

Though she felt indignant, she also felt a pang of sadness at his calm confession.

Honestly, it would’ve been better if he just vented his anger; but rather than that, he seemed resigned, as if he had accepted his fate.

Qing, once a man herself, could fully empathize with his sorrow.

Moreover, Seol Ganom was a great helper.

He pointed out who to kill and gave good advice, after all.

"Then, I'll recite the Sutra for you, so listen carefully."

"What? Wait."

"Well then, here it goes. The Sutra says: 'Thepathofmutuallifeleadstosupremejoy; therefore, thepleasureofloveisthedelightofthehighestform, theecstasyofthecloudsandrain.’ As such, this means that as people enjoy the principle of mutual life, that love becomes..."

Seol Ganom, who was about to say something, closed his mouth and focused as the Sutra poured out.

There’s no use keeping her except for spectating her ‘finishing touches’.

But honestly, since the ending is always the same, I'm already kinda bored of it.

All she does is get on top, wiggle her waist a bit, and then it's just over when the person underneath stops breathing.

And no matter how I ask her to do something different, she says she can't do any other positions.

Also, Crutch No. 1 buys me better and more food as well.

Do I really need two crutches?

"Uh, Junior Sister. I'll work harder, so..."

"It's not about effort anymore. Your talent... Can I even call this talent? If you can call having no talent at all a talent, then yeah, that’s the talent you have."

Gyeon Pohee lowered her head.

Her body trembled slightly, and her shoulders shook occasionally.

Qing frowned deeply.

The fuck? Is she crying?

Why is she crying in the middle of someone else's room?

If she wants to cry, she should go to her own room to Wahhhh.

This makes me seem like the bad guy.

Besides, did I say anything wrong?

I just told the truth. I said she can't do it because she literally can't. It’s not like praising her and saying, ‘Oh my, oh my, you’re doing well, your skills are improving so much,’ would magically make her improve. Wouldn’t that just be a waste of time.

Fucking hell, all she learned was how to act out some useless melodrama.

Qing looked at the number above Gyeon Pohee's head.

There, a number she was always thankful for could be seen.

-136. It was still okay to kill her.

Well, she's useless now, so I might as well just get some Righteous Karma.

Suddenly, Qing felt a chill down her spine.

Just get what?

"Eup."

Suddenly, her stomach turned over on itself, and the dinner she had eaten tried to make a grand escape in the opposite direction.

The half-digested food, unstoppable even by a Master's abilities, surged up her esophagus with the force of some historical revolution and erupted magnificently.

"Junior Sister? Junior Sister! Are you okay?"

"My... eup, back, back."

At those words, Gyeon Pohee touched Qing's back.

Her strength was less than that of a five-year-old who hadn't even started kindergarten.

Either rub it or thump it hard. Fuck, just do one of them.

Does she think my back is as fragile as tofu?

It's not going to break even if she hits it a little harder.

Isn’t this a pretty good excuse to beat the shit out of a nasty Junior Sister's back?

It isn’t like I’m that fragile. How considerate is she?

Finally, after vomiting all her dinner, her gag reflux stopped.

Moreover, it only stopped because there was nothing left in her stomach. The fact that her stomach was trembling violently mea- Ah. This feels like stomach cramps.

"Junior Sister? Are you okay now?"

"Not okay... Pass the water."

"Ah, wait. Here."

Gyeon Pohee brought a cup of water to Qing's lips.

Qing shook her head.

"No, just give it to me. Why are you doing that? Who said I needed to be fed water?"

"Oh."

Gyeon Pohee handed over the cup.

Qing used the Heavenly Ice Sura Demonic Arts to chill the water.

Soon, frost formed on the surface of the cup.

She gulped it down in one go, the cold water sending a piercing chill through her insides.

Her foggy mind started to clear up.

Then the aftermath of the dinner eruption hit.

The stomach acid and chunks that had gone up her nose delivered a pain that felt like her entire head was being squeezed.

"Hiss, this is killing me..."

"Junior Sister? Are you okay?"

"I feel like I've heard that several times."

"Uh... then. Um. Will you be okay?"

"I need to rest today. Senior Sister, you should rest too. You've had a hard time today as well."

Crutch No. 2 looked genuinely concerned.

Qing repented, reflecting deeply upon her previous callousness.

Yeah sure, the kid isn't particularly kind. She’s incompetent, dumb, and not very helpful, but at least she’s caring.

I must’ve actually gone fucking mad.

I should have rested when Seol Ganom told me to.

Why have I been so diligent with my work every night?

Feeling sorry, Qing added one more thing.

"Let's practice together starting tomorrow. That way, Senior Sister will improve too, right? It's originally a group dance, after all."

"Huh!? Eh? Huh? Okay!"

Gyeon Pohee's mood shifted back to a cheerful sunshine-like state.

She wasn't kind. She was incompetent, dumb, and not very helpful, and now it seemed Qing had to add simple-minded to the list.

"If you feel sick, you should rest. I'll have the Junior Sisters take care of this. Did it get on your clothes too? Make sure to take them off."

Even while being so caring, she didn't offer to clean it up herself.

Why? Because she wasn't particularly kind.

At any rate, Qing nodded in agreement; after all, she didn’t care as long as she wasn’t the one to do it.

As Gyeon Pohee left with that, Qing, now alone in the room, summoned the Martial Arts /genesisforsaken