I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch 8

Although A-Qing lacked common sense, she wasn’t stupid.

She understood perfectly well what this embarrassing pile of trash meant.

It was the stubborn, desperate effort of women trying, somehow, to form even the slightest connection with the Jade Qilin.

If it had only been a moderate amount, she might have teasingly poked Peng Daesan in the side and told him to pick a few up out of courtesy.

But while A-Qing was devouring every kind of snack the Central Plains had to offer, fried pastries, steamed pastries, boiled pastries, baked pastries, and dried pastries, the littering had gone on without end.

By now, just like in Kim Sowol’s “Azaleas,” so many handkerchiefs had been laid along his path that she could step on them one after another without even trying.

Picking them up one by one would make her look like a woman harvesting crops from a field.

A-Qing clicked her tongue.

“Wow. I’m starting to get sick of this. Seriously.”

“I thought you would tell me to pick them up.”

“How is anyone supposed to pick all of that up? Sheesh, someone’s back would snap trying.”

Then a question suddenly came to her.

“Do the owners come back and collect these later?”

“Of course.”

Peng Daesan hesitated.

Did they really come back for them? Wouldn’t that be a bit unsightly?

But then again, were they supposed to just leave them there? Wouldn’t that be a terrible nuisance?

Peng Daesan flinched.

Why was he even seriously thinking about this?

“I’m sure they’ll send someone to retrieve them later.”

“Really? They’re going to find their own things from all that? Is there some kind of specialist who collects lost items or something? Besides, these things are getting stepped on and kicked around.”

The women around Peng Daesan were competing against one another.

Pretending to simply pass by, they blocked each other’s view, secretly dropped their own items on top of others, and trampled their rivals’ belongings.

“If someone gathered these up and sold them, would they make money?”

Peng Daesan wondered if he had heard her correctly.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“No, some of them look pretty expensive. Wouldn’t they come back for those?”

A-Qing pointed at a scented pouch rolling on the ground.

Handkerchiefs were easy to drop, but their meaning was not very good.

One way of quietly telling a lover goodbye was to gift them a white handkerchief.

A handkerchief made from red fabric, embroidered with gold thread or something equally decorative, was about the bare minimum that lovers could exchange.

That was why women from wealthy families dropped ornaments.

Every now and then, there were women who dropped scented pouches or hairpins, and even the other women could not easily step on or kick away such precious items.

If someone could use such an expensive object as bait, it was frightening to imagine the consequences of offending her.

On the other hand, that also meant it was fine to offend someone if you were not afraid of the consequences.

Just like that person over there.

“What the hell is all this? They’re filthy and all over the place.”

A short boy dressed in clean white clothes appeared, kicking aside the women’s pure intentions scattered across the ground.

A huge, muscular man standing beside him spoke.

“Looks to me like traces left by Brother Jade Qilin.”

“Ah. You’re right. Brother Peng! Are you here?”

“Why bother shouting? Just follow the women’s gazes. Yes, there he is.”

“As expected of Little Brother Jegal! So smart! LITTLE! BROTHER! PENG!”
Out of habit, A-Qing checked their Righteous Karma.

The boy in white had 86.

Ooooh, A-Qing thought in admiration.

That was the highest number she had seen among all the martial artists so far.

The burly giant, meanwhile, had minus 19. That was enough to make him a fairly decent person.

Righteous Karma was hard to build up.

Compared to that, the amount lost through bad karma was enormous.

Martial artists often took lives.

Even if their karma leaned toward evil and became negative, if it was only around two digits, they could be considered people who had lived fairly well without doing too many bad things.

Curious about the unusual pair, A-Qing asked,

“Do you know them?”

“Do you know them?”

“Yes.”

For someone who knew them, he did not look happy at all.

But then again, A-Qing had never seen Peng Daesan act warmly toward anyone, nor could she imagine it.

She simply assumed that was his natural temperament.

The boy entered the teahouse shouting.

Despite his small size, his voice was like a train whistle.

“Brother Peng! It’s been so long! I never thought we’d meet here! Your face is still shining as always! Excellent!”

“Senior Brother Hwangbo, it has been a while.”

“Yeah! How long has it been? Oooooh! What’s this?! You’re with a woman?! Could it be?”

“Absolutely not. Absolutely.”

Peng Daesan looked disgusted.

“Haha! That is rude too! You need to understand a woman’s heart a little better!”

Peng Daesan’s mood soured at once.

This was exactly how he reacted when someone touched a nerve.

However, Peng Daesan knew this rascal well.

He was a good person with not a trace of malice in him, and he was so hopelessly dense, so showing displeasure would only make Peng Daesan lose out.

Completely unaware of his thoughts, the boy laughed cheerfully.

It did not suit his tiny frame at all.

“This person is Hwangbo Uncheok, a Senior Brother I know. And that punk is Jegal Ihyeon.”

“Senior Brother Peng, why is one of us a person and the other a punk?”

“Because you are a punk. You dragged him here on purpose, didn’t you?”

“The women were so excited and the streets were so chaotic that it was obvious Senior Brother Peng had made an appearance. Naturally, I had to come greet you.”

The tiny kid was Hwangbo Uncheok. Surprisingly, he was a sweet twenty seven years old.

From the outside, he looked like a middle school student.

This kid? Twenty seven?

Seeing A-Qing’s expression, Peng Daesan added,

“He took the wrong medicine when he was young.”

“Ah.”

If he had eaten the wrong kind of herbal medicine, then there was nothing to be done.

A-Qing accepted it immediately.

The Little Supreme Justice, Hwangbo Uncheok.

A famously righteous figure in Jianghu, he was known as the Little Supreme Justice. Though small in stature, he had already reached the level of a Great Expert.

He was famous for his Late Stage Peak Realm martial arts, his upright conduct, and his loud, cheerful personality that did not suit his small body at all.

As for the titan who looked like a living mass of muscle, he was Jegal Ihyeon. He was eighteen years old, right in the prime of his youth.

“Jegal…? Like Zhuge Liang…?”

A-Qing asked. Even she knew that surname.

After all, Zhuge Liang was far too famous for her not to know.

But if he was a Jegal, shouldn’t he come from the family of brilliant strategists who were physically frail?

“He seems to have inherited too much from his mother’s side.”

“Of course! He is our aunt’s son! It is only natural!”

“I am satisfied. It is about time the Jegal Clan escaped its reputation for being weak scholars.”

Jegal Ihyeon flexed his arms and proudly showed off his biceps.

In modern terms, this was known as the front double biceps pose.

His sleeveless robe, unusual in the Central Plains, openly displayed both his muscles and the pride he took in them.

The Beastly Sage, Jegal Ihyeon.

The title meant that he had the body of a beast and the mind of a sage.

He was a natural genius even among all those Under Heaven, born with the powerful physique of the Hwangbo Clan and the exceptional intelligence of the Jegal Clan.

His martial arts might not be the most advanced, but people’s expectations for the Jegal Clan had never really been in that area to begin with.

Conversely, the elders of the family did have expectations in that area.

Among the Five Noble Clans of the Central Plains, the Jegal Clan ranked on the lower side in martial studies, but they were still one of the Five Noble Clans.

Perhaps because their ancestor had been far too impressive, people tended to view everyone surnamed Jegal as nothing more than clever bookworms.

From the clan’s perspective, it was an extremely unfair reputation, and one they found deeply frustrating.

After all, Zhuge Liang himself had possessed stamina like tempered steel. After Liu Bei’s death, he had shouldered an enormous workload, night duties included, for eleven whole years.

That sense of injustice eventually hardened into resentment, and the Jegal Clan began focusing less on strategic marriages and more on strengthening their bloodline’s physical constitution.

Unfortunately, the results were always the same.

The body of a sage and the brain of a beast.

It was bad enough that they seriously wondered whether some kind of curse had been placed on them, and they even studied their bloodline through sorcerous means.

In the middle of all this, Jegal Ihyeon’s birth was a cause for great celebration. From a young age, he had displayed both outstanding muscles and exceptional intelligence.

From Peng Daesan’s point of view, however, they were unwelcome guests.

He generally avoided people his age who had impressive titles. Little Supreme Justice. Beastly Sage. And then, out of nowhere, Jade Qilin?

As for Hwangbo Uncheok himself, how should one put it?

He was a good person.

But that was all. A good person.

His mind was somewhat pure, and he possessed absolutely no tact.

On top of that, he could never overlook injustice.

He had even confronted Transcendent Realm Masters over matters of justice.

If that Master had not laughed generously and praised him instead, Hwangbo Uncheok would have died long ago.

That incident was what gave birth to the title Little Supreme Justice.

To put it simply, Hwangbo Uncheok was exhausting to be around.

And while Jegal Ihyeon was a fairly decent guy, his fatal flaw was that he was always with Hwangbo Uncheok.

After all, the Little Supreme Justice’s love for his cousin was famous.

“How did you come to be with our Little Brother Peng, Young Lady?”

“I just happened to be traveling with him in the same escort convoy.”

“Our Little Brother is especially prickly when it comes to women, though. Could it be?”

“We’re just friends. Friends. Friends of the same age.”

“Oho. Since when can men and women simply be friends?”

“Since right here?”

“That is always how it begins. Then affection grows as they spend time together, and before long they become lovers, then husband and wife. Is that not so?”

In this unfamiliar Central Plains, A-Qing caught a familiar scent.

The way he emphasized “our.”

The way he tried, somehow, to tie any woman who got involved with his Little Brother to him, despite that Little Brother apparently having no interest in women at all.

“Hey, our youngest. Why did Choi Nayeon from C Line give you coffee? Isn’t this just one step away from having beef soup together?”

“That’s nonsense. She only gave it to me as thanks for driving her home yesterday.”

“Oooooh, our youngest. You’re already at the stage where you ride in the same car?”

“Come on, it was raining yesterday. She missed her bus, so I just gave her a ride because I’d seen her around a few times.”

“Our youngest is quite the player, huh? A true rizzler. That’s right, that’s right. That’s how everyone should make their move.”

“I’m telling you, it’s not like that.”

“Look at our youngest. He used to refuse to leave his house because he was playing games or whatever, but now he’s all grown up!”

He was a senior from the same line who had joined the company a year before her.

Not long after that, he confessed to Oh Haeun from C Line, was brutally rejected, and left the company.

He certainly was not a bad person.

He was the kind of person who would drag me to a company dinner, which was really just a voluntary drinking party that married men somehow never missed, saying he would pay my share if I did not want to go.

It was only later, after watching a new hire who joined after me skip every company dinner and gradually become isolated, that I realised I should have been grateful to him.

Even after quitting, he would sometimes come by and buy me meals.

However, spreading rumours linking me with Choi Nayeon under the excuse of trying to help me out was a bit much.

A-Qing recalled the past.

She might get caught once, but she would not get caught twice.

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