I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch
Chapter 219: Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition (1)

Cheon Yuhak said that when you wake up in the morning, you’ll understand the wonder of feeling the flow of heaven and earth.

It was an incomprehensible statement, but experiencing it firsthand, oh.

The true ability of the Awakening Divine Art was to expand the keen senses like fingertips to the skin of the entire body.

When Qing waved her hand, she could vividly feel the flow of air splitting along her skin.

After walking around the room a couple of times like that, she clearly understood what it meant to feel the flow of heaven and earth with her body.

It also felt like becoming one with nature.

Because Qing moved around making noise, Gongson Yoye seemed to have woken up.

“Miss Ximen…? Are you up?”

“Did you sleep well, Ye? Are you going to the opening ceremony?”

“Um, I have to attend the opening ceremony with my family so I’m really sorry and apologetic but I can’t go with Miss Ximen even though I desperately want to in my heart-“

“Come on. Family comes first. Then, Ye, you go ahead. I’m planning to have a light breakfast and go slowly.”

Qing smiled and comforted Gongson Yoye, who was about to malfunction again, and put on her clothes.

She had become quite used to the sword hand training.

She put on the undergarments folded by the Wucheon Pavilion maids, and with newfound confidence, Qing carefully dressed in her Divine Maiden Sect robes while holding a knife.

Today was an official event, so she wore the Divine Maiden Sect uniform.

Her body condition was perfect from the morning.

Was it because she absorbed a lot of elixir yesterday? Her body felt extremely refreshed and light, she hadn’t felt this good in a while.

On the way to eat breakfast, the feeling of the silk lining of her robes brushing against her skin was indescribably pleasant.

The softness brushing against her skin, as if boasting its presence, truly lived up to the phrase “silky smooth”.

It felt like wrapping the most comfortable bedding around her body. Enjoying that sensation of rolling around in bed with every step, it was truly paradise as her skin brushed with each step…

Hmm.

Qing’s brisk stride subtly narrowed.

Her vigorously swinging arms also became demurely attached, suddenly adopting the walking style of a shy beauty like Ximen Surin.

It feels good, but it feels, a bit, too, how should I say, sensual, just from walking around.

Behind her veil, Qing made a tearful face.

This, isn’t this really a big problem…

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Awakening Divine Art, Murim Conference, or whatever, Qing first took urgent measures.

While the fabric brushing against her body was fine for a moment, as the stimulation accumulated, it became impossible to ignore.

To reduce stimulation, she wrapped her arms and legs with silk arm and leg warmers, and tightly bound her waist with a wide belt to keep her clothes close to her body.

In the process, she ended up wasting time, so by the time she arrived at the Murim Conference venue, Murim Alliance Leader Jo Hyeonryang was already in the middle of rambling about the orthodox faction and righteousness and whatnot.

Qing cautiously asked a Murim Alliance warrior for guidance.

She had heard in advance where the Divine Maiden Sect seats were, but the venue was so large that it was impossible to find the seats.

The Murim Conference venue was set up on the Grand Canal in front of Kaifeng Prefecture in the center of Kaifeng city.

As a canal that stretches across the entire Central Plains and connects to all three major rivers under heaven, the starting point that connects to all waterways in the Central Plains had a suitably grand scale.

The conference venue was created by floating rafts on top of it and attaching floors.

Cautiously making her way through the crowd, and then embarrassingly through the seats, she finally found the Divine Maiden Sect seats.

“Ah. Master. You were here? Are you participating in the Murim Conference?”

“You’re here now? Not coming early. How can I be at ease like this?”

“Hehe…”

Qing was relieved, thinking it’s fortunate that Master is here.

Compared to other sects that brought anywhere from a dozen to dozens of people, it was truly modest, and in a situation where she didn’t know what to do alone, she could just follow Master.

“You didn’t even greet the children at the Nine Sects One Union because you were training, right? Well. It wouldn’t be easy to do alone.”

The “children” Ximen Surin referred to were the sect leaders or elders attending on their behalf.

To Ximen Surin they were disciple-level people so she called them children, but it’s unavoidable to feel strange hearing it.

And then it was quite a boring time.

If you ask what the Murim Conference is for, it’s to strengthen the unity of the orthodox martial arts world and demonstrate its power.

In other words, it combined networking, mental armament, and a show of force.

And there were various events for this purpose.

A unity rally where anyone from the orthodox faction could speak freely and respond, the Righteous Path Challenge where you could request a match with a peerless master of the orthodox faction, the Grand Management Meeting where you could vote on agenda items selected by the Murim Alliance and contribute to the operation of the orthodox martial arts world, and so on.

However, the event ordinary spectators looked forward to most was undoubtedly the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition, a fierce competition among the rising stars of the orthodox faction.

But the opening ceremony was hard to endure.

Starting with the Alliance Leader’s opening speech, notable figures in the martial arts world each gave congratulatory speeches, first one each from the nine sect leaders of the Nine Sects, then the Five Great Clan leaders, and then someone called so-and-so came out and talked…

However, the spectators were unexpectedly enjoying it.

Wow! The Ten Great Masters under Heaven! Wow! The Zhongnan Sect Leader!

Just the appearance of the absolute masters of the martial arts world was enough to make them unable to contain their excitement, so they offered exclamations like “Oh, indeed” and “Hmm, such profound meaning” even to the usual congratulatory speeches.

Qing couldn’t understand, but it was because entertainment culture in the ancient Central Plains was very primitive and undeveloped.

Unlike Qing’s homeland where famous people could be seen on screens anytime, here most people traveled a thousand li to stay in Kaifeng just to see the face of one of the Ten Great Masters once.

And then came the highlight of the opening ceremony, the drawing of the tournament brackets for the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition.

The Alliance Leader himself went up on stage to draw lots, and the host would call out the names and write them on a large canvas.

Qing was bored to death wondering how they would draw and make brackets for over sixty participants, but this was actually the moment the spectators had been waiting for.

“Kunlun disciple Jin Sam! Tadong native Bae Jaehap!”

As the host with a good voice loudly called out the contents of the drawn lots, the spectators whispered among themselves, conversations blooming.

Won’t the Kunlun disciple win this match?

I saw Bae Jaehap’s preliminary, he handled the staff like it was part of his body. I think it will be a close match.

This was either curiosity or investigation about the outcome, or discussion to win bets on the match results.

As Qing was forcibly enduring the boring time, her name was called at the end of the third group.

“Divine Maiden Sect disciple Ximen Qing! Wudang disciple Hwan Yuk!”

Anyway, she didn’t know who it was, though she might have heard the name at the Hidden Dragon Assembly.

Rather than that, she was curious about the spectators’ predictions, so Qing quietly listened to the sounds she could hear.

-This is Hwan Yuk’s win without even watching. When you say Wudang, you think of Taiji Sword, and Taiji Sword is the world’s greatest swordsmanship, isn’t it? It will end quickly.

-The Divine Maiden Sect doesn’t have any outstanding martial arts, does it? Do you know any of their martial arts?

-We don’t know yet. There’s a rumor that the Immortal Yu Ha of the Mount Hua Sect praised her highly? This is when you bet on the underdog for a big win.

-Didn’t you just say it was an underdog bet…

From what she heard, opinions predicting the Wudang disciple’s victory seemed overwhelming.

Hmm. Is he a strong opponent?

If Jegal was here, he would have given commentary.

That’s when it happened.

“Shaolin disciple Wolbong! Black Dragon Clan’s Jo Hakcche!”

Then Ximen Surin shared her thoughts.

“That monk. This will make Jo Hyeonryang’s stomach hurt.”

“The Alliance Leader? Hmm. Is the Shaolin disciple that strong?”

“His dharma name is Wolbong. He’s of the same generation as you, so who do you think his master is?”

The current Shaolin abbot is Great Master Wolhyeon, with the character ‘Wol’ in his name.

Wolbong being of the same generation means he’s the direct disciple of an elder of even higher rank.

There’s only one such figure in Shaolin, so he must be the direct disciple of the world’s greatest, Great Master Wuhak.

“I wonder what kind of disciple he is to have been hidden away until now…”

“Hmm. Will he be a very strong opponent?”

“When it comes to Shaolin, they’re the type who won’t even put forth a disciple unless they’re confident of winning.”

Shaolin’s movements are extremely heavy, so they don’t move for trivial matters.

But once they move, it’s said they can push away Mount Tai, this is the weight carried by the leader of the orthodox martial arts world and the origin of orthodox martial arts.

“He’ll be your semi-final opponent.”

Ximen Surin spoke calmly as if stating an obvious fact.

The Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition consists of four groups total, so if Qing wins Group 3 and Wolbong wins Group 4, they’ll meet in the semi-finals.

“Come on, don’t worry. Your disciple is the strongest among the youngsters.”

At this, Ximen Surin smiled gently.

“You don’t need to feel too burdened. If you lose to a Shaolin disciple, no one in the world would find it strange. However.”

Ximen Surin’s eyes flashed.

“If possible, I’d like to show the whole world my disciple defeating Shaolin.”

At this, Qing started to pound her chest but stopped and instead just clenched her fist.

“Of course. You can count on me.”

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When you say Murim Conference, it’s no exaggeration to say that all the masters of the orthodox faction are gathered.

So, any sane person would never think of causing a disturbance at the Murim Conference.

That is, if they were sane.

And in the martial arts world, there were insane people, a group with the terrifying name of Blood Cult.

In fact, the fact that they call themselves the Blood Cult shows they’re not sane from the start.

Even unorthodox faction people don’t call themselves unorthodox, but call themselves the Unorthodox Path, and even the Demonic Cult calls itself the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult or Divine Cult when referring to themselves.

This was the reason why the Blood Cult was infamous in the Central Plains.

The Demonic Cult is infamous, but in the end, they can be seen as barbarians who periodically invade shouting about conquering the Central Plains.

But the Blood Cult?

The purpose of these bastards is simply to bring a bloodbath to the Central Plains, so they’re real madmen who might do any crazy thing without it being strange.

So Blood Cult members are lunatics who might suddenly appear anywhere without it being strange.

And so, one madman from the Blood Cult mixed into Kaifeng where the Murim Conference was in full swing.

It was a demonic human called the Condemned Demon in the martial arts world.

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