I Thought the Youngest Daughter of the Sichuan Tang Family Was Hated - Chapter 57

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I didn’t know how to accept it.
My memories from that time were hazy, which only deepened my confusion.
I was barely composing myself when Song Hak’s hand drew near.
“Hmm, little one.”
His large hand covered my forehead, and my vision darkened in an instant.
“You need to rest.”
Immediately, a dull ache throbbed across my forehead.
I fell asleep in moments.
“Ugh…”
While I slept, my head continued to throb relentlessly.
It felt as though someone had forcibly opened and closed a dam that had been blocking my mind.
A gentle touch lifted my body.
As I opened my heavy eyes, I saw Dang Mu-seon’s face.
Song Hak was also sitting beside him.
Both of them looked exhausted.
“Your breathing was most stable while you slept, so I put you under briefly. Don’t be frightened.”
Noticing my apprehension, Dang Mu-seon spoke to me gently.
Had he examined me?
“Yawn.”
Song Hak stretched and patted Dang Mu-seon’s shoulder.
“Hey, speaking of which. This fellow really cares for you. Whenever he tries to experiment with something, he foams at the mouth.”
Even drowsy, my eyes narrowed at Song Hak’s words.
‘No. He usually stops everyone else, you fool!’
Dang Mu-seon whipped his head around and crossed his arms defensively.
“Not the child. I made that clear.”
“Yes, yes. I understand.”
Song Hak raised both hands in surrender to Dang Mu-seon’s insistence.
Then, seeing my shocked expression, he cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Ahem… Well, little one.”
“…Yes.”
I answered his call with a wary gaze.
“You thought all along that you’d fallen into demonic cultivation and lost your dantian, didn’t you? That’s why you believed your body was so weak.”
I nodded silently, and he adjusted his posture.
With a calm expression, he spoke again.
“That’s not what happened. You were poisoned by Aburyong.”
“Pardon?”
Aburyong…
“It’s a poison that causes qi to flow backward.”
That’s right.
I had heard that it was dangerous to be poisoned by Aburyong in vulnerable situations like when one’s qi circulation was unstable.
I stared at my palm until it felt like it would bore through. What on earth had happened inside it?
“If you’re poisoned with that kind of toxin, your entire qi channels tear to shreds. If treatment had been delayed even slightly, you would have died.”
At Song Hak’s words, Dang Mu-seon looked at me with eyes full of concern.
Now that he mentioned it, a memory surfaced.
“Young lady. This is a medicinal tonic to restore your vitality. Drink it all down.”
The Nanny had given me medicine back then.
‘Was she trying to kill me?’
I quietly clenched my fist.
“In any case, it seems you were treated quickly. The fact that you’re alive proves it.”
He exchanged a brief glance with Dang Mu-seon before continuing.
“Your dantian is intact enough. It’s simply… frozen in place.”
“Really?”
That was welcome news to hear.
For some reason, my shoulders felt lighter. It was as if the very path of my life had widened, filling me with anticipation.
“But… what do you mean by frozen in place?”
When I asked carefully, Song Hak shrugged as if stating the obvious.
“It solidified in a reversed state. If it hadn’t, you would have died—so it was the best measure possible.”
“Because it happened when you were so young, it simply settled that way.”
Yak-seon added sympathetically.
“The turbid qi must have accumulated tremendously, right?”
At Song Hak’s words, my shoulders sagged again.
“It’s fine. Besides, the Ren meridian isn’t used much in ordinary life anyway.”
I couldn’t manage even a smile for Song Hak as he patted my shoulder in consolation.
‘I’m doing all this just to survive…’
Tears suddenly spilled forth.
I collapsed into Dang Mu-seon’s embrace.
Without a word, Dang Mu-seon held me in return.
“Mu-seon. Was it your wish for this child to become a martial artist of the Murim?”
Song Hak asked casually.
“There’s no other choice.”
Dang Mu-seon answered briefly.
Song Hak gazed quietly at the ceiling, blinking slowly.
“Then… hmm.”
Lost in thought, he straightened his body from where it had been leaning against the backrest.
“All the meridians throughout your entire body will need to be reversed.”
At his words, I lifted my head from where it rested against Dang Mu-seon’s chest.
‘My entire body…?’
Currently, only parts of my body had twisted qi channels.
It was because the poison had been stopped before it could spread throughout my entire system.
But rather than restoring just that portion to its original state…
“You’re saying you’ll reverse everything else?”
Yak-seon asked.
“That’s right.”
“Song Hyung, but that’s….”
Song Hak nodded at Yak-seon’s worried voice.
“It’s overturning thousands of miles of terrain. It’s impossible unless the one already overturned clears a path.”
“…Wait.”
Dang Mu-seon’s expression hardened as he listened silently.
His grip on my arm tightened, but I didn’t notice.
My attention was completely fixed on Song Hyung.
“But where would you find such a person?”
I raised my hand and asked, my eyes brimming with curiosity.
Then Song Hyung looked down at me and smirked.
Pointing to himself, he spoke.
“Right here.”
“Brother!”
Dang Mu-seon pushed me aside momentarily and shot to his feet.
“I didn’t come here to listen to such nonsense!”
“No? But the child seems interested?”
Song Hyung spoke with a languid smile playing at his lips.
“Enough!”
Dang Mu-seon’s voice suddenly rose.
His murderous tone made the Thatched Roof House tremble.
But Song Hyung paid no heed and asked me instead.
“What say you, child? Will you become a Doku-in?”
Doku-in? I searched my memory at the familiar name.
‘Could it be… that war monster created by the Sacheon Dang Clan?’
“But I heard the Doku-in secret techniques were discontinued….”
Supposedly due to criticism of their brutality.
“You believe that? I’m alive and well despite being known to have taken my own life.”
Song Hyung’s answer made it all clearer.
The legendary Doku-in who supposedly took his own life was Song Hyung, and….
The Doku-in secret techniques were real.
“It’s all stored in my head.”
Song Hyung said that Dang Mu-seon and Yak-seon probably remembered most of it too.
Did that mean these three had participated in the experiments to create Doku-in?
Was that why Dang Mu-seon was resisting so fiercely?
“Absolutely not. I cannot allow my granddaughter to endure such a horrific ordeal!”
He knew all too well how terrible those secret techniques were.
“I know exactly what it entails! How dare you suggest it before me…!”
With bloodshot eyes fixed on Song Hak, Dang Mu-seon’s voice erupted.
“Exactly. So you know this too, don’t you? That your daughter is the perfect vessel for poison.”
Song Hak shot back.
“That broken vessel you’ve been searching for all this time. The one already ruined long ago.”
A broken vessel. He was talking about me.
“No matter what, not this child.”
Speaking with a low growl, Dang Mu-seon glared at Song Hak as though ready to kill him.
They clashed like opposing forces.
My entire body trembled just from catching a glimpse of their blazing gazes.
“…How touching, really?”
It was Song Hak who broke the silence that felt like an eternity compressed into a single moment.
He shook his head with a playful expression and spoke.
“Right. I have no intention of quarreling with my younger brother.”
“…Wait a moment, Song Hyung. Look at me.”
Dang Mu-seon cast a murderous glance and stepped outside.
“Well, well. This is unexpected.”
Song Hak, apparently not expecting such a reaction, awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
“Am I in trouble again? Even so, I’m the older brother.”
Song Hak followed Dang Mu-seon outside.
‘…It felt like a storm had just swept through.’
So in the end, what exactly happened?
Did it all just fizzle out?
Frustrated, I clutched the blanket tightly.
“Here, aren’t you thirsty?”
Yak-seon held out a water bowl to me.
“Thank you.”
Without much thought, I accepted it and gulped it down in one go.
The water was incredibly sweet. My throat must have been parched. Had I been sleeping with my mouth open?
“Your throat swelled quite a bit from the mushroom spores.”
Yak-seon refilled the bowl that had emptied in an instant and spoke.
“Ah….”
When I touched my throat, it was indeed swollen.
It seemed I had inhaled far too much of the spore powder.
“Could you give me another bowl, Immortal?”
As I held out the bowl with both hands and asked awkwardly, Yak-seon laughed as if charmed.
“Hehe. Of course.”
While pouring the water, Yak-seon spoke quietly.
“It’s remarkable—you have such a keen eye for medicinal herbs. You selected only edible mushrooms.”
“Ah, well… um.”
I failed to come up with an excuse. My mind still wasn’t working properly.
“Some people have good instincts. So, is this the answer you brought me?”
Yak-seon pulled a golden mushroom from the pouch.
It was a mushroom I had barely managed to grab when I met Song Hak.
‘Should I answer?’
If I get this right too, they might really start suspecting me.
Ah, forget it.
I’ll just pretend I picked it without thinking.
“Yes. I chose it because only that mushroom seemed unusual.”
As I answered slowly, Yak-seon nodded.
“Correct. The body is the longest river, and this helps one flow against that current. It is poison to us, so be careful.”
“Yes….”
My gaze was captivated by the mushroom’s vivid golden hue.
‘This is just my suspicion, but that mushroom….’
A sudden thought struck me—it might be a secret medicinal ingredient that is also poison.
“So why exactly…!”
“Calm yourself and listen to me….”
From outside, I heard Song Hak and Dang Mu-seon bickering.
Worry made my heart pound anxiously.
Yak-seon continued speaking as if nothing were amiss.
“Just as medicine can become poison, so too can a person.”
I pondered Yak-seon’s words carefully.
It was about becoming a poison person. Was that what it meant for someone to become poison?
“Does everything become completely reversed?”
“Yes.”
Yak-seon answered matter-of-factly and continued.
“What is medicine to you will become poison, and poison will become medicine. Inhalation will become exhalation, and the ground will become the sky.”
His words felt strangely ominous.
It seemed as though I would cease to be myself.
“You will be completely inverted, but you are so insignificant compared to the world that the difference will be meaningless.”
“….”
“It will be sorrowful. You will be alone. Forever.”
I clamped my mouth shut.
Yak-seon was warning me.
Not to think lightly of this or decide carelessly.
‘The price will be my world….’
With a solemn expression, I nodded.
That was when it happened.
“Whoosh!”
Dang Mu-seon burst through the door.
“Come outside for now.”
He gestured toward the outside as he spoke.
“That Gan-ja has woken up.”

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