ragginovel Chapter 86: Heavenly Demon Divine Cult Serial Murder Case: #5 No Chinaman Must Figure In The Story. (5)
Chapter 86: Heavenly Demon Divine Cult Serial Murder Case: #5 No Chinaman Must Figure In The Story. (5)
Chapter 86: Heavenly Demon Divine Cult Serial Murder Case: #5 No Chinaman Must Figure In The Story. (5)
Seol Ganom looked unconvinced.
His expression seemed to say, Why can't she do it? It's not that difficult, is it?
"You do not seem desperate enough, is it? But should you not do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means crawling between someone's legs? Only then can you plan for the future."
This referred to the Central Plains’ idiom ‘crawling between the crotch’, meaning to endure humiliation.
It was famously associated with Han Xin, considered one of the greatest generals in Chinese history, though his later years were quite miserable despite achieving his goals through such means.
"Is that not better than dying? There are a few lecherous Demonic Adepts who might be to your taste."
Haa. Qing sighed deeply and spoke.
"Forget it. People have something called dignity, you know?"
Seol Ganom's face visibly hardened.
His blank stare and remorseful wrinkles suggested he was recalling something from the past.
Then, shaking his head, he apologized.
"I apologize. You are right. After living like this for so long, I had not considered that."
"Ah. But I do have a close grandpa figure. He’s called the Purple Lightning Demonic Warlord, that foul-mouthed old man."
"You mean that pitiful old geezer?"
Seol Ganom looked Qing up and down.
"Well. I suppose that makes sense."
"Why do I suddenly feel really offended?"
"I heard the Purple Lightning Demonic Warlord's daughter died around your age. But apparently, she was so nasty and rude that she could rival the Three Great Evil Women. Maybe that's why he feels close to you."
"This is kinda weird. Why do I keep feeling worse? My hand is strangely itching to do something."
Qing waved her pale hand that was glowing white.
Only then did Seol Ganom shut his mouth.
"I have ears too, you know? I've already heard the old man's gone senile. But you gotta at least try to talk things out to know, right? It's pointless to just decide 'this person won't do' without trying."
"But the Purple Lightning Demonic Warlord is a hardcore Demonic Cult follower who's lived his entire life as a devout cultist. No matter what tricks you pull, I do not think he'll help you."
Qing waved her hand, changing the subject.
"Forget it. Can you just look into the killing, burning, and stealing approach? From what you said earlier, it seems you're quite the expert in that area."
Seol Ganom chuckled.
"Of course. I have spent every waking moment fantasizing about the world's destruction. Is that not the mark of a true specialist?"
"Ooooh! That's reassuring! How brilliant!"
"Considering how you pretended to have a leg injury and left only traces of the White Hand Demonic Arts in your killings, you seem quite meticulous yourself."
"That's because I'm just a superior person. But you’re pretty awesome too, Seol Ganom."
It was a scene of two Great Demonic Adepts patting each other on the back.
"As a Divine Maiden Sect disciple, you'd use a sword. Can you handle a dao or spear by any chance? Even if you are not proficient, being able to imitate the traces left behind should be enough."
"Of course I can. Who do you think I am? Just tell me what you need."
Seol Ganom nodded.
"Then, first, we should burn down the Taiping Group of the Inner Palace Department. So, basically..."
----
After returning before dawn and closing her eyes with a peaceful mind, it was suddenly lunchtime.
Qing's body and mind felt incredibly refreshed after a good night's sleep.
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But, hmm. It's not entirely good.
Usually when one wakes up, their mind should be foggy, their limbs weak, and their throats dry.
Then there was the pleasure of enduring your thirst while rolling around in bed, enjoying the lingering drowsiness.
But with her mind snapping to full alertness like this, it felt like she was missing out on at least one percent of life's pleasures, if not as much as half.
So Qing spent time in bed with wide-awake eyes.
Whether drowsy or not, she ended up lazing about anyway, after all.
Not long after, someone barged in, nearly breaking down the door.
It was Qing's worthless Senior Sister, Gyeon Pohee.
"Junior Sister! Are you going to eat?"
Normally, people don't ask if you're going to eat right after you wake up.
"What? While someone was starving here waiting, you went and ate by yourself? Gramps, I didn't think you were like that."
"Did you make an appointment in advance to wait? You are barking nonsense as if it is perfectly normal for me to wait for you."
"That's not important. What's important is that I'm hungry."
"Tsk. You cruel girl. Where did you get such a temper from?"
The OG Crutch grumbled as he picked Qing up.
It was a comfortable ride, befitting the original; the great sensation of a true Demonic Adept carrying her.
----
Meals are more enjoyable with company.
Why? Because the number of dishes increases.
Moreover, Qing could outpace any competitor in devouring dishes anyway.
What mattered was the variety.
In that respect, Choi Leeong was a good dining companion.
This old man, despite looking like a complete skeleton in faded old clothes as if he couldn't afford to eat, had a suspiciously large sum of money.
What the hell? If you have money, what's the point of looking like that?
So it shouldn't matter if I spend a bit of his money, right?
Qing demolished the meal like it was a battle.
The scene of which she treated her food could be described as total war.
Choi Leeong kept nagging, but it was just the usual ramblings of a foul-mouthed grandfather, so it didn't have much impact.
"Even a pig would eat more gracefully than that."
This was Choi Leeong's comment as Qing's meal was wrapping up, after he had ordered all sorts of desserts for her.
"Come on. If I eat more gracefully than a pig, is that something to be proud of? Comparing yourself to a pig isn't something to brag about no matter how you eat."
"Hoho. That mouth of yours."
"Anyway, Gramps. I can't live like this anymore. I'm planning to cause some a shitstorm and run away. Choose now. Who will it be? Me or the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult?"
Qing suddenly threw a curveball.
Choi Leeong flinched visibly.
"Child."
"There are bad guys everywhere. What's this ‘law of the strong'? A law of nature? Nah, that's wrong too, but even if it were right, so what? Shouldn't humans live by human laws instead of the laws of beasts?"
"That will not last much longer. Soon, when the Heavenly Demon descends upon this land, he will liberate the Central Plains. Under his leadership, a new world of equality for all people under the heavens will open up."
"But isn’t that bastard the biggest problem? That Alleged Supreme, isn't he the worst scum of humanity?"
"That's..."
Choi Leeong seemed at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing.
Finally, Qing had no choice but to say something unpleasant.
"Do you know that scumbag is planning to fuck me? Look at him giving me all these Fairy Arts to learn. I'd rather die than go through that. I'll seriously just bite my tongue and die."
For reference, people don't die from biting their tongues.
Humans weren't designed to be that fragile.
Of course, there was a small chance of choking to death if the severed tongue retracted and blocked the airway.
But how would Qing know that?
Choi Leeong sighed deeply and spoke.
"Haa. Child. You do not need to worry about that."
"About what?"
"The current Supreme and the future Heavenly Demon Supreme who will complete the Divine Art by accepting the Heavenly Demon Spirit are completely different beings. Once he completes the Divine Art, he will no longer have any interest in you."
"How do you know that, Gramps? Your words aren’t making any sense. His interest will disappear? Does learning the Divine Art suddenly make him like men or something?"
"That's..."
Choi Leeong suddenly seemed at a loss for words, mumbling and avoiding eye contact before continuing.
"...I cannot tell you."
"Wait, what? Really? He becomes gay, I mean, a homosexual?"
Qing asked in shock.
She was so surprised that she even spoke a Western term she rarely /genesisforsaken