I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch
Chapter 225: Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition (7)

“Winner, Divine Maiden Sect disciple Ximen Qing!”

In response, jeers poured down again.

Qing smiled again behind her veil.

It seems my odds were high again.

I don’t have a chosen people mentality, but it’s completely impossible for ordinary civilians with their short-sighted views to discern my martial prowess.

That was actually the case.

Qing hadn’t shown anything in her previous match, and the unaffiliated martial artists had shown revolutionary progress, so Qing’s odds were high this time too.

Of course, not as high as before, so there were quite a few people who made money buying bets on Qing’s victory, but the actual content of the match felt lacking.

They only clashed swords once, and unlike Dao Laiman whose movements were unbelievably fierce even when seen with the eyes, Qing was just busy defending while pretending to be graceful.

Then Dao Laiman suddenly charged forward with his sword and seemed to give up the victory.

Of course, if coincidences keep happening, they should be suspected of not being coincidences, so many people were saying the Ugly Veiled Sword Woman must have real skill.

But whether in the Central Plains or the Western Regions, in this barbaric medieval era or the supposedly non-barbaric modern times, no other reason is needed to insult ugly people.

Someone just starts the jeering, those who lost money join in, and the rest think “Ah, I guess so, that ugly girl must have pulled some tricks.”

While the host called for quiet, Qing leapt down to the corridor below the arena.

Then after looking back and forth once, she dashed away quickly using the Thousand Li Flight technique.

“Hero Dao! Can we talk for a moment?”

“Huh. Miss Ximen.”

Dao Laiman, who was returning to the opposite waiting room, made a salute when he saw Qing. Then looking around uncomfortably, he said:

“I’m sorry that the public sentiment is not good despite your magnanimity.”

“Hero Dao doesn’t need to be sorry, right? There are still many matches left, so those people will soon recognize my skill.”

“Your kindness is truly admirable. Hup. I don’t mean anything else by-“

“Oh my. Are you going to apologize again? It’s fine.”

Qing waved her hand.

And then she brought up the main point for which she had stopped Dao Laiman.

“I may not know much about martial arts, but Hero Dao’s Single Yang Saber Technique didn’t seem to be based on extreme speed. Am I right?”

“Yes, that’s correct. But, how did you…”

“Hmm. Well, you see.”

And then she suddenly ran out of words.

She caught him because he seemed suspicious, but now what should she say?

She can’t ask what he’s been doing to have that kind of evil karma, and it’s awkward to ask roundabout questions like “Have you done anything bad?”

If he had gone over 100 points, she could have roughed him up a bit, but he was frustratingly 4 points short.

That’s when it happened.

“Ugh…!”

Dao Laiman’s waist bent like a sickle and he started making very unpleasant sounds, weeaak uweeaak.

Fortunately, apart from long strands of saliva, there was no horrible substance between liquid and solid coming up, so it was just severe dry heaving.

“Hero Dao. Are you alright?”

“Ugh, I’m fine, I’m fi- weeaak.”

But anyone could see he wasn’t fine.

Qing gently rubbed Dao Laiman’s back.

Should I bring a doctor?

But it’s awkward to just leave him like this.

“I’m alright now…”

“Are you sick somewhere? Do you perhaps have a chronic illness?”

“No. It’s just.”

Then he hesitated, looking at Qing’s expression, and finally sighed deeply and asked:

“Miss Ximen. What do you think is the difference between an elixir and something that’s not an elixir?”

What, why are you asking me?

“Hmm. I’m not sure.”

“Actually, I met the Divine Thief.”

“Oh?”

Qing’s eyes widened.

Of course, since she was wearing a veil, her expression wasn’t conveyed, but when anyone hears Qing’s unique strange sound, they can’t help but smile.

“Hahah, Miss, you have an unexpectedly cute side. Ah! Don’t misunderstand, it’s just that I thought you were more, how should I say, elegant.”

“Actually, I was pretending to be elegant a bit. It seems it worked. So, you said you met the Divine Thief?”

“Yes. And the Divine Thief gave me this pill.”

Then he took out a small wooden box from his bosom and opened it to reveal two bright red pills.

The color is a bit, isn’t it? It looks really suspicious just at a glance.

“It’s called Temporary Indulgence Pill. Do you perhaps know it?”

“I don’t. Is it a famous medicine?”

“It’s a pill that makes innate true qi overflow for a short time when eaten.”

“Innate true qi? If that overflows, your lifespan…”

“That’s right. You transcend your limits for a moment at the cost of your lifespan. However, because you’re using up your innate qi, it’s a big burden on the body, so like this.”

“Ah…”

In Qing’s homeland terms, it’s a doping drug with doping side effects.

But is it really doping? If you’re using up your own lifespan, should that be considered an evil deed? Does evil karma accumulate for that?

Qing didn’t know the rules of the Central Plains since this was her first martial arts competition.

Is this illegal? Is it evil? For something like that, he’s telling me so readily?

“Are you perhaps disappointed?”

“Hmm. I’m not sure. Should I be disappointed? But isn’t it irrelevant?”

If this was Qing’s homeland, modern times, she could have criticized it as doping.

But this was the Central Plains.

If you use increased inner power from taking elixirs, you can hold your head high under heaven, but using a pill to temporarily draw out innate qi is considered a trick or cheating?

At this, Dao Laiman stared blankly at Qing.

“Miss, you don’t seem like a martial artist from a prestigious sect. Ah, please don’t misunderstand-“

“No, it’s fine. Before Master took me in, I was also a wandering ronin. And it wasn’t that long ago. About four years ago.”

“Ah, I see.”

Then Dao Laiman smiled gently, took out one pill and wrapped it in his handkerchief to put in his bosom, and handed the wooden box to Qing.

“I’ll give this to you, Miss. But please don’t use it in the martial arts competition. Usually, you’d be criticized for cheating.”

At this, Qing understood the storm-like progress of the unaffiliated martial artists.

It seems all the unaffiliated martial artists took medicine and entered, she thought. No wonder their evil karma increased.

But is that an evil deed?

Isn’t the status window being too petty?

Separately, why is he giving it to me?

“But why are you giving it to me?”

“It’s called a life-saving absolute move. If you take it in a critical moment or before facing a life-or-death situation, it will surely be of great help.”

“Ah. Right.”

She hadn’t thought of that because it was a martial arts competition.

Certainly, isn’t it better to shave off some lifespan than to lose your life?

“Then, isn’t this precious?”

“I also received it without any particular cost. The Divine Thief bestowed it asking if I wanted to steal one victory, so it’s a precious item.”

Didn’t he say he was going to sell tonics? Was he selling these?

But why?

If you’re curious, you can just ask.

It’s not like I don’t know the Divine Thief.

If I had to say, I could say I’m in the process of succeeding the Divine Thief. It’s a bit of a vicious expression, but that’s the fact.

Then I don’t need to receive the remaining pill, do I? I can just get it from Master.

But Qing didn’t have time to refuse.

“Well then. I’ll be going.”

“Ah, yes. Take care.”

Dao Laiman left with a polite salute.

His back view looked truly unburdened.

His evil karma, what? Why did it go down by 50 points? For revealing the doping fact? Is that worth 50 points? Or for giving me one pill? Is that 50 points?

Evil karma accumulates easily, but righteous karma is really stingy and hard to accumulate.

Even cutting down an evil person is only about 0.1 points of evil karma, so to accumulate 50 points you’d have to cut down 5000 points worth.

What on earth is it?

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My match is over too, Qing thought as she left the canal where the competition venue was set up and settled in a secluded teahouse, eating snacks.

While she was doing this, Cheon Yuhak quietly sat down on the chair opposite her.

“Ah. Master, you’re here.”

“Of course. Aren’t you here to see me?”

Cheon Yuhak finds his disciple with some mysterious technique like Fragrant Traces, so she thought he would naturally come if she was alone.

And he appeared as if it was natural.

“That’s right. Ah, right. Master, you said you were selling tonics-“

“Ahem, hem, hem. Who said such a thing?”

“Even if you pretend not to, you’re clearly caught? There’s someone who said they bought it. Here.”

Qing held out the wooden box.

Cheon Yuhak opened the box and tilted his head.

“What’s this? An elixir?”

“They said it’s called Temporary Indulgence Pill? They said you gave it to them.”

“Ah. Temporary Indulgence Pill. Right, I have a few pills made by the Divine Doctor. I forgot to give you one. I’ll bring it to you later. But what? Who gave it to you?”

Since Cheon Yuhak was still pretending not to know, Qing told him Dao Laiman’s story as it was.

Then Cheon Yuhak’s expression became serious.

“That’s strange. I didn’t give it to anyone. Who dares to impersonate me? What? Steal a victory?”

“Isn’t that exactly what you would say? It seemed plausible.”

“It does sound fun, but it wasn’t me. Hmm. Why didn’t I think of that?”

Cheon Yuhak said this decisively, then after organizing his thoughts for a moment with a “hmm”, he said:

“You’re close with that Tang girl, right? Ask her to look into it. We need to check if the medicine distributed in the Divine Thief’s name is legitimate.”

“And after checking?”

“If it’s proper medicine, then leave it be. If there’s something strange about distributing it in the Divine Thief’s name, we need to recall it. You girl. Are you going to ask as if it’s someone else’s business? Is the Divine Thief’s honor someone else’s business?”

“Hehe…”

Qing, who had run out of things to say, glossed over it with a cute laugh and brought up another topic.

“Ah. Master. The Flowing Willow Soft Refinement torture method. Can you do it for me tomorrow?”

“Torture method? Well, it’s not wrong, but. Don’t you still have a few rest days left?”

“I think I need to do it as close as possible to prepare for the next match. And my body condition is perfect too.”

“Oh my. Just because you’re fine doesn’t mean it can be done. I’ll have to stay up all night preparing again. Raising one disciple is such hard work for me. But are you okay? Your eyes seem to be trembling already.”

“It won’t hurt more because of the Awakening Divine Art, right?”

At this, Cheon Yuhak sneered.

“Your skin’s senses have awakened, not your joints and tendons’ senses. Pain is pain all the same.”

“Can’t you at least say it will hurt less, even if it’s just empty words?”

“There’s no point in trying to deceive you, I’ll just get blamed. Well, seeing you ask for it early, you’ve really set your mind on it, girl.”

It’s my training, so I can’t avoid it because it hurts, and with my body in good condition, it’s not something to postpone while trembling.

When is training not hard on the body?

Training is the very act of overcoming pain and becoming stronger. Just look at people exercising in Qing’s homeland.

The problem is that the pain goes beyond, far beyond, to the level of extreme torture.

Moreover, since it’s exhausting work that drains even Cheon Yuhak, it’s not something a disciple should avoid just because their own body hurts.

Above all, how would a master feel if the disciple avoids it because it hurts, forcing the master to make them do it?

So she should ask for it first, and rather get it over with quickly.

This was Qing’s judgment.

She also had a bit of confidence.

For the past five days, hasn’t this body admirably adapted to the pain of skin being torn off?

Now I’ve become somewhat accustomed to pain, she thought.

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