I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch Chapter 10

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A-qing blinked.

“Mocking you? Me?”

“How dare you! How dare you!”

Judging by the trembling around her eyes, she seemed genuinely furious.

A-Qing tilted her head.

What? Why is she angry?

Could it be that the outhouse really was that disgusting?

“You shamelessly took the money and now you’re wagging your tail again? With such vulgar behavior, how dare you…!”

“Wagging my tail? Me?”

“A lowborn thing like you dares set your sights on Young Master Jade Qilin? How dare you!”

“Ah. I see.”

A-Cheong finally realized the misunderstanding.

She had assumed the money was simply a gesture of goodwill for helping her use the outhouse quickly. She had never imagined that it was one of those envelopes that a wealthy mother-in-law gives to chase someone away.

And considering that was the intention, the amount had been far too small!

So naturally, A-Qing felt wronged.

How could a proud, modern Korean man ever anticipate an “accept this money and break up with my son” envelope? It was an idea that existed completely outside the realm of imagination.

If A-Qing had that kind of ability, she would not have been working in production. She would have been some genius scientist making damn superconductors.

“First, let’s confirm one thing. Do you personally know Jade Qilin?”

“Oh, look at that. Now you’re finally showing your true colors?”

“Ah, so it’s one-sided love? You’re not actually acquainted with him?”

In that case, there was no need to keep talking to her.

A-Qing slowly began revving up the engine of her mouth.

“Fine, then. Let’s say I did mock you. Hypothetically speaking. What are you going to do about it? What can you do, Lady? Huh? Tremble and scream?”

The woman’s already fierce expression grew even more vicious.

“Nogal, Makgwi. Drag that bitch to my feet.”

The two thugs standing on either side of her stepped forward.

A-Qing quickly raised a hand.

“Wait!”

“Begging for forgiveness now? You should have listened while I was still being nice.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Put that aside for a second. What exactly is your plan? After these ugly misters force me to kneel, what then?”

[Emergency Quest Triggered – Between Pure Love and Jealousy]

[You have suffered a severe insult.]

Actions for additional Free Practice Points:

Righteous Karma) Kill the woman and her two guards.

Righteous Karma) Bury the sins of the Black Shadow Association.

Righteous Karma) Massacre the entire Black Shadow Association.

Heavenly Slaughtering Star) Massacre the entire Black Shadow Association.

[Emergency Quest Triggered – Rescue the Women]

[You have learned of the Black Shadow Association’s evil business.]

Actions for additional Free Practice Points:

Good Karma) Find the Black Shadow Association’s facilities and rescue the women.
Good Karma) Kill the members operating those facilities.
Evil Karma) Cooperate with the Black Shadow Association and provide women.
Heavenly Slaughtering Star) Kill everyone at the Black Shadow Association’s facilities.

Words appeared before A-Qing’s eyes.

Then, she smiled brightly.

The solitary star of Heavenly Slaughter gleamed with the most irreverent color in the world.

Yeah, that’s right.

I did think things had been far too peaceful until now.

“As far as I know, San may have a prickly personality, but he isn’t a bad kid. So a bitch like you never would have had a chance with him in the first place, would you?”

“…What did you say?”

“I mean, His family is rich. Even if he isn’t as good as me, he’s still pretty skilled at martial arts. And his face? Hyaaa, there’s no need to even explain that one. It speaks for itself. I guess his personality is a little twisted, so he’s not exactly the magnanimous type. But anyway, he’s still quite the catch. So why would a guy like that ever get involved with a bitch like you, standing there sandwiched between two thugs?”

“You… what did you just s—”

“Even if heaven and earth turned upside down, there’d be no chance. Yet here you are following him around, acting like some mother-in-law demanding telling him who he should or shouldn’t meet? That’s called stalking. It’s a disgusting crime, you know? Ah, right, you don’t understand English, do you? Do you know English?”

The woman’s face flushed red.

It was so intense that she almost looked like a different species altogether. Maybe a member of the Red Human race or something.

“If I were San, even if everyone else in the world died and only the two of us were left, I still wouldn’t sleep with you. I’d rather stick it in a tree hole.”

“W-What?! You crazy bitch! Fuck! Fucking bitch! What are you waiting for?!”

She had become so enraged that she could barely speak.

At her shrill command, Nogal on the right and Makgwi on the left kicked off the ground.

That’s right.

This is what I’m talking about.

With a wicked grin stretching almost from ear to ear, A-Qing shouted boldly.

“Come! My Moonlight Sword thirsts for— Ah, shit.”

A-Qing’s hand swiped through empty air at her waist.

The Moonlight Sword, No. 6, was still resting neatly beside the tea table.

Because of that, she missed her chance to counterattack.

Instead, A-Qing quickly leapt backward to create some distance.

Moonlight Maiden Footwork.

The following was recorded in historical texts from the late Spring and Autumn Period.

[The Moonlight Maiden moved with the innocent motions of a child, frolicking as if in water.

Yet she was not slow. She was as swift as dandelion seeds caught in a storm, too quick for the eye to follow. Even with such speed, she never lost her grace, remaining as charming as a young girl.

With one step back, she sprang three meters away. With the second, she passed six. And with a light third step, she was suddenly nine meters from her opponent.

Then, unexpectedly, on the fourth step, she closed the distance in an instant.]

This was precisely why the Jianghu emphasized that footwork is an element of movement techniques. (Footwork ∊ Movement Techniques)

The symbol ∊ is an element, a mathematical symbol meaning that footwork is a component that belongs to the broader category of movement techniques.

“What is this…?!”

Nogal was the bodyguard of the Black Shadow Association Leader’s only daughter.

As the youngest child born after four sons, she was greatly cherished, enough to have a late-stage First-Rate expert assigned as her protector.

And an expert of that level was skilled enough to recognize just how absurd A-Qing’s Movement Technique was.

Fast Movement Techniques usually had trouble making sudden changes in direction, while techniques with unpredictable movement often lacked speed.

A technique that allowed someone to reverse their momentum in a single step was already worthy of immense praise.

Even keeping the same speed while moving backward was enough to be called a masterful Movement Technique anywhere under Heaven.

But a technique that retreated first, then accelerated forward? Nogal had never even heard of such a thing.

That was why, even though Nogal attacked first, A-Qing’s move landed first.

He shouted desperately.

“Miss! Run—”

“Nope. Where do you think you’re going? That’s not allowed. Stay right there.”

A-Qing threw a punch toward Nogal’s face.

Her fist moved in a soft, slow-looking, yet smooth curve.

It was the first Movement of the Ape Fist, ‘Fierce Ape Reaches Out’—a chaotic boxing style whose manuals practically rolled around the street markets.

Nogal blocked the punch with his upper arm.

But the moment he did, her left hand followed right after.

Her fingers were bent awkwardly, neither fully open nor clenched. It was the distinctive hand form of Praying Mantis Fist, the Praying Mantis Hook.

And the use of the Praying Mantis Hook was obvious.

The Second Movement of Praying Mantis Fist, Orchid Strike.

After that came the Five Iron Feet Move of the Mandarin Ducks Kicking Technique, the Three Point Opening of Short Boxing, the Reverse-Earth Chop of the Liu Family Fist Techniques, the Wolf Strike of the Wolf Fang Fist…

Every one of them was a cheap martial art commonly found among street manuals.

For White-Bordered martial arts like these, it took very few Free Practice Points to raise them to One Star.

They were practically free to learn.

That was why A-Qing had learned every White Martial Art she found in each bookstore she visited.

 

She did not use the Sword Art of the Moonlight Maiden, a technique considered cheat-like even among Purple Martial Arts, because she did not need to.

Reaching One Star only meant memorizing the most basic movements.

Not the intent.

Not the momentum.

Not the circulation of internal energy.

Not the applications.

Only outward form alone was enough to reach One Star.

Even a shallow imitation could become a powerful martial art when backed by overwhelming Qi and speed.

And what would happen if dozens of such martial arts were thrown together without any proper order?

That was exactly the scene A-Qing was creating right now.

Nogal was being pushed back.

“You bitch!”

Makgwi charged at A-Qing from the side.

Her left hand moved.

It was a casual flick, like swatting away a fly.

Then, all of a sudden, the deep and resonant sound of a bell rang out.

DWOONG!

An invisible force crossed a distance of two chi, roughly sixty centimeters, and struck Makgwi in the chest.

It was a Palm Technique that struck from a distance, known as Air Palm.

Makgwi flew backward like a cannonball and smashed into the back wall of the teahouse.

For a moment, A-Qing frowned and stopped her attack.

Taking that as permission, Nogal hurried over to his junior.

“Makgwi! Wake up!”

“Cough.”

“Cough…”

His chest had completely collapsed inward.

His ribcage was shattered.

Bone fragments had torn apart every organ inside.

The blood he coughed up became his final words.

“Makgwi!”

Nogal cried out in grief.

Being part of the unorthodox faction did not mean they spent every moment betraying one another.

In fact, because they were so cruel to outsiders, they were often fiercely loyal among themselves.

Watching the scene, A-Qing muttered,

“Ugh, damn it. I couldn’t even feel anything in my hand… So unsatisfying…”

I should’ve learned something else instead.

It was a merciless criticism of the Buddha’s Palm.

But it made sense.

A-Qing was a swordswoman, after all.

The sensation of cutting through flesh and bone, the feeling of gripping a sword in her palm, was almost euphoric to her.

The hardships of living in this strange land, with its unfamiliar culture and twisted common sense…

The numbers that constantly hovered above people’s heads…

The status window that shook her mind every time she looked at it…

Compared to the exhilaration of battle, all of those things were trivial.

Fist techniques simply lacked that feeling.

There was some satisfaction in striking and breaking things, of course, but it could never compare to a sword.

More than anything, the fact that there was no blood was her greatest complaint.

And that was unacceptable.

In that sense, the Buddha’s Palm was useless.

Even at only first-level mastery, its power was overwhelming.

It was undoubtedly a formidable martial art.

But it lacked impact.

And impact mattered.

Suddenly, a thirst rose within her.

Blood. I need to see blood.

“Hey. I’m not interested in melodrama. Skip it. Let’s continue.”

Nogal snapped back to reality.

The resentment burning inside him was so deep that even tearing her apart would not be enough to satisfy it.

However, the opponent before him was a peerless Master capable of using Air Palm with ease.

Of course, A-Qing was not truly that much of a Master yet.

It was simply a misunderstanding caused by the game system’s corrections, something Nogal had no way of knowing.

Even so, Nogal’s duty was to protect the Lady.

“I apologize for failing to recognize a Master. Please show us mercy.”

“Mere fodder… dares to talk back?”

“Please. I beg you.”

Nogal dropped to his knees.

A-Qing snorted.

“Why? Did you think this day would never come? Did you think you could keep living by sucking away other people’s blood, sweat, and tears? Did you think you’d live a long life, surrounded by a happy family, and die smiling in their arms?”

“That—”

“Mencius once said—wait, does Mencius even exist here? There should be, right? This is ancient China, after all. Anyway, he said human nature is good. That’s why people get it wrong. They think even villains have some tiny bit of righteousness inside them and can be reformed.”

That was a terrible misunderstanding.

Mencius’ theory of inherent goodness did not mean that at all.

In fact, the reverse was also true.

Human nature is good.

Therefore, anything that is evil by nature is not human.

Whether they are your superior, an official, or even the ruler of a nation, if they do not treat you with goodness, then they are nothing more than beasts.

And people cannot be ruled by beasts.

So raise your bamboo spears.

That was what Mencius meant.

He was a great thinker who advocated an early form of democracy.

Confucius’s version of people-centered governance was far too mild, focusing mainly on trust and benevolent rule.

Thanks to that, A-Qing could enjoy her hobby without the slightest hesitation.

A-Qing found joy in cutting down worthless scum.

And when such trash disappeared, the world became a better place.

In the end, everyone benefited.

It was the realization of a world where no one had to suffer.

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