Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 28

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“That can’t be. There’s no medicinal ingredient that Yakwang-jeon doesn’t have. However, there are items with export restrictions. Hey, could you check this for me?”

 

Museong rolled up the scroll and handed it to the apothecary standing beside him while speaking through voice transmission.

 

[Hurry to Cheonryeon Palace and find out if the Black Lotus Water Immortal Plaque is genuine. I’ll buy time.]

 

The apothecary who heard Museong’s voice transmission was startled and shrank back. However, realizing that this matter was very important and urgent, he answered resolutely.

 

“Y-yes, sir!”

 

The apothecary took the scroll and rushed out.

 

Although he wasn’t a martial artist and couldn’t respond through voice transmission, his loyalty was second to none.

 

“Would you like some tea while we wait? The crabapple flowers in the rear garden are blooming beautifully and are quite a sight to see. Of course, they can’t compare to Miss Dang’s beauty.”

 

Museong winked and led Riser to the courtyard.

 

Not only was there no suitable space inside Yakwang-jeon, which was full of medicinal ingredients, but if Riser turned out to be a fraud, he would need to subdue her, and for that, it would be advantageous to have no clutter around.

 

“Haha. Yes.”

 

‘He’s being incredibly persistent.’

 

Riser mentally erected a thick iron wall and followed Museong.

 

She recalled Samdol’s teaching that the Flower Prince enjoyed the act of seducing and charming people indiscriminately, but wasn’t a man who would devote pure love to one woman.

 

“Please wait a moment, I’ll prepare some refreshments.”

 

In the rear garden, besides the crabapple flowers Museong mentioned, medicinal herbs cultivated for use in Yakwang-jeon were blooming in various colors, creating a practical yet splendid landscape.

 

In the center of the garden stood an octagonal stone table carved from marble and backless stone chairs, to which Museong guided Riser.

 

“Will Magong-ja be preparing it personally?”

 

To think that Museong, who had Cheonma bloodline, would personally prepare the table without even calling servants.

 

Then Museong answered as if it were nothing.

 

“At Yakwang-jeon, I’m merely a deputy hall master. Receiving guests is my job, so there’s no reason to trouble the servants.”

 

“Still, even so.”

 

Deputy hall master seems like a high enough position.

 

“Hehe. I’ll be right back.”

 

Museong seemed to barely notice Riser’s uncomfortable expression and quickly went inside with hurried steps. Was it just her imagination that he seemed to be in a hurry because he had his own business to attend to?

 

‘Ugh. This is uncomfortable.’

 

Having no choice, Riser sat on the stone chair and was fidgeting when.

 

Rustle.

 

Along with the sound of bushes moving, a huge shadow fell.

 

A giant man suddenly appeared and strode into the rear garden.

 

“…?”

 

What’s this situation?

 

A strange tension filled the rear garden.

 

Riser stared blankly at the direction from which the man had appeared. Yeah, even looking again, there was no path.

 

How could someone suddenly appear from a forest without even a trail?

 

‘But I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before… Ah.’

 

For a moment, Riser and the man’s eyes met.

 

“Hmm? That’s a familiar face.”

 

The man had also noticed the familiar look.

 

The man frowned as if retracing his memory and examined Riser’s face carefully, then snapped his fingers with a click.

 

“That time, that yodeling!”

 

“Yodeling?”

 

“Hehe. That’s right. Yodeling~ singing songs of Cheonryeon Mountain~”

 

The giant man chuckled and plopped down on the stone chair.

 

‘It wasn’t yodeling, it was yodel-ay-ee-oo.’

 

Anyway, hearing that, Riser remembered too.

 

Riser had performed yodel songs as a talent show on the first day after entering Cheonryeon Palace at the banquet, and there was only one person of such large build at that gathering.

 

“I greet the Second Prince.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Second Prince Cheonmu Kang.

 

He was a Magong-ja born with such robust muscles that he seemed like what you’d get if you turned the phrase “strongest man under heaven” into a person.

 

From what she heard, he was three years younger than First Prince Cheonmu Hyeon, so he was probably twenty-five.

 

‘I’d believe it if someone said he was forty-five.’

 

Perhaps because of his bushy beard grown like a mountain bandit, he looked very old for his age.

 

Thinking of him calling Cheonyang Seol “sister, sister” with that face made her rudely get goosebumps. She’d have to keep that secret.

 

“What are you doing here?”

 

Anyone watching would think they were close friends.

 

Riser straightened her posture and put some distance between herself and Cheonmu Kang.

 

“I’m looking for medicinal ingredients. The deputy hall master told me to wait a moment, so I’m waiting.”

 

“Really? My business is similar to yours.”

 

Cheonmu Kang seemed to have come to Yakwang-jeon on business as well.

 

‘But why didn’t he come through the front gate and instead came to the rear garden through the forest?’

 

Perhaps he had reasons for not wanting to be seen by others.

 

Riser didn’t want to die like an extra caught up in suspicious conspiracies surrounding the Demon Sect’s succession struggle, so she didn’t ask another word.

 

In the awkward atmosphere, silence continued.

 

“Oh, Brother Mukang?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Museong, who had been bringing a tray with teacups, discovered the two.

 

He set the tray down on the stone table and shook his head.

 

“I can’t live like this! You came by direct route again, didn’t you? I told you so many times to follow the path.”

 

“That’s too slow.”

 

He came through the forest for such a reason?

 

While Riser was dumbfounded, Mukang slyly picked up a teacup. Museong slapped the back of his hand.

 

“This tea is to serve Miss Dang. There’s none for you, brother.”

 

“Tsk, what a petty guy!”

 

“Please just give it to him. I’m not really thirsty.”

 

When Riser readily offered the tea, Museong showed his disappointment with a frustrated look, while Mukang chuckled and took Riser’s tea to drink.

 

‘Seeing how they bicker yet are comfortable with each other, they must get along quite well.’

 

She had thought there would be discord between the brothers since they were competing for the position of Junior Sect Leader.

 

Well, the Sect Leader is still too vigorous for a full-scale succession struggle to begin.

 

“I apologize to you, Miss. The verification process seems complicated and will take more time, so may I hear Brother Mukang’s business first?”

 

“Of course. Please do.”

 

Riser readily yielded her turn.

 

Anyway, Museong had nothing he could do except wait, so there would be no particular loss if he dealt with Mukang in the meantime.

 

Museong thanked Riser for her understanding, then asked Mukang.

 

“Now tell me. What business do you have at Yakwang-jeon, brother?”

 

Mukang cleared his throat deliberately, then answered with a resolute look.

 

“Give me a spiritual medicine.”

 

“Come on. There aren’t just one or two spiritual medicines, are there? You need to tell me what kind of spiritual medicine so I can give it to you.”

 

“The one that bastard Mujin took.”

 

Flinch.

 

Riser unconsciously shrank back slightly.

 

This was because a terrifying fighting spirit began emanating from Mukang’s entire body.

 

“B-brother. Please calm down.”

 

Mukang’s energy, flickering like blazing flames, rapidly grew in size.

 

“How can I calm down?”

 

Crash!

 

When Mukang struck the stone table with his fist, the hard marble cracked with a split.

 

“That bastard Cheonmu Jin not only stole my Bamboo Leaf Blue, but also reached the realm of Unity of Flower and Essence with someone else’s spiritual medicine!”

 

‘Eeeek!’

 

Is that human strength?

 

Riser couldn’t help but be shocked by Mukang’s monstrous strength, shattering rocks with his bare hands without even channeling his internal energy.

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