Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 42

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She flinched.

 

“Right. Even if we’re being generous, they’re righteous at best.”

 

“Haomun is also righteous but they play with Sapa. Can’t the Sichuan Dang Family play with us too?”

 

“Still, they’re one of the Five Great Families, so if we say they’re not orthodox…”

 

“Ah! I can’t hear you! If you use poison, you’re Sapa! End of story!”

Who decided the story ends there!

Riser was about to take a breath to argue back when she got angry.

 

‘Why is it suddenly so quiet?’

 

The orthodox faction girls who had been arguing quietly shut their mouths as if they had nothing to say.

 

They all acknowledged it. They admitted that the claim ‘If you use poison, you’re Sapa! End of story!’ was true.

 

Even Moyong Hye, Namgung Yeonhwa, and Peng Guyeon were avoiding Riser’s gaze with their mouths tightly shut like mutes who had eaten honey.

 

‘These… cowardly and disloyal sword wielders!’

 

Riser was swept by a sense of betrayal and felt the impulse to just convert to Sapa.

 

“Riser!”

 

Jegal Lin came running with a bright smile.

 

However, when she got close, she couldn’t help but change to a surprised and worried expression.

 

Because her best friend’s expression was extremely fierce.

 

“Wh-what happened…?”

 

“Lin.”

 

Riser said solemnly.

 

“Those sword wielders can’t be trusted.”

 

“!! Right!”

 

Jegal Lin nodded vigorously as if asking what took her so long to realize that.

 

“When did they praise us as the Five Great Families. If you use poison, you’re Sapa? How ridiculous.”

 

“Those guys originally call everything that isn’t a blade evil arts!”

 

While cursing other orthodox martial artists, Jegal Lin was secretly quite happy inside.

 

Because Riser had finally come to share the same feelings as her and could now join forces from the same position.

 

“They only call us when they need us to break formations. Once we’ve solved everything, they tell us to get out of the way because we’re in the way! Really terrible!”

 

‘If Riser’s poison combines with my formations, no one could beat us!’

 

Before winning or losing, there would be no survivors, and it would likely become a martial world calamity, but she didn’t think that far.

 

“Oh right. Where were you this morning? I thought I’d see you at the training ground since morning practice is mandatory for everyone.”

 

“Mmm. Just… More importantly, what are you going to listen to today?”

 

Jegal Lin suspiciously changed the subject.

 

Riser was a bit concerned, but thinking of the vast amount of genealogy she had organized last night, she thought Lin might have overslept and didn’t press further.

 

‘She’ll handle it well on her own.’

 

Why worry about a genius who could extract expected questions just by looking at a syllabus?

 

It was Riser who was on the verge of failing, not Jegal Lin.

 

“I’m planning to focus on demonic arts theory first. Since today is the first lecture, it seems like it’ll be easy to follow. Doctrine classes like ‘The End of Singyeo, The Beginning of the Demon Sect’ or ‘Demonic Ritual Practice’ are memorization subjects, so cramming before exams will help with retention.”

 

“Wow! That’s really efficient!”

 

Jegal Lin exclaimed with sparkling eyes.

 

Somehow her being too amazed was rather unsettling.

 

‘Lin has probably never done cramming before.’

 

She felt bitter, but soon composed herself.

 

There are people with exceptional natural intelligence and talent everywhere, and having to endure disadvantageous starts is quite common, isn’t it?

 

“Just doing your best in the given situation. That’s all.”

 

Riser recalled the sad and unfair things she had experienced several times at the Sichuan Dang Family.

 

While other siblings received the poison immunity ritual immediately after birth, she could only receive it at age five when her bones had fully developed.

 

Various unfair treatments she had to endure for being the child of the deceased Fourth Lady.

 

Remembering how she had overcome all those difficulties and persevered until now made her feel like she could do anything.

 

“Doing your best in the given situation…”

 

Jegal Lin repeated Riser’s words and fell into thought.

 

Oh no. If that genius does her best too, it’ll be hard for many people.

 

‘Please don’t let it be relative grading.’

 

Riser looked up at the sky and prayed to Mashin.

 

* * *

 

“‘Introduction to Demonic Energy Control – Will You Dominate or Be Dominated’ will be conducted with relative grading.”

 

‘Mashin probably doesn’t like me very much.’

 

Riser felt a bit spiteful since nothing seemed to go her way since entering the Demon Sect.

 

A class she was taking with Jegal Lin, and it’s relative grading.

 

‘That doesn’t mean I can beat the other kids though.’

 

The classroom was filled with girls who were aggressive and had strong ambition, regardless of orthodox or Sapa faction. Surprisingly, disciples from Taoist sects like Mudang Sect and Cheongseng Sect were also listening to the class with interest.

 

Wouldn’t maintaining pure internal energy be more advantageous for those schools?

 

“Master. May I ask one question?”

 

A Mudang Sect girl with her hair tied up simply without any tricks raised her hand.

 

“Go ahead.”

 

“Will controlling demonic energy outside the body also be reflected in grades?”

 

“…”

 

No answer came back.

 

While the girl and other students were all puzzled, the Mudang Sect girl said with a flustered face.

 

“If I asked a rude question, please forgive me.”

 

“Not particularly. Since you said you’d ask one question, I only gave one answer.”

 

“Pardon…?”

 

‘We got stuck with a nasty professor.’

 

Riser emptied her mind while looking at the eccentric professor who was showing off his personality by embarrassing a student from the first class.

 

She couldn’t even drop the class, the professor’s personality was terrible, and it was even relative grading.

 

It seemed like the best strategy would be to exist like air, present but unnoticed.

 

“Indeed…! Master’s words make perfect sense!”

 

Whether it was a generational difference or she was just strange, the Mudang Sect girl’s eyes sparkled instead.

 

“Then I’ll ask two questions!”

 

“I won’t take them. Sit down.”

 

“Yes!”

 

The Mudang Sect girl sat down energetically.

 

“I’ll introduce myself.”

 

The instructor, who looked closer to elderly than middle-aged, soon looked around at the students and began reciting like telling an old story.

 

“My name is Mukjin. However, I’m better known by the alias Thousand Hands Blood Tongue than by that name.”

 

A murmuring sound swelled like clouds.

 

That was because it was a name everyone knew.

 

“I won’t respond to foolish titles like Master.”

 

He wasn’t one of the commonly known Left and Right Guardians or Five Great Demon Lords who were the Gyoju’s close associates, but he was equally a key figure in the Demon Sect’s leadership.

 

“Address me as General Administrator.”

 

He was the General Administrator of the Demon Sect.

 

‘He’s too big a shot to be teaching this kind of class!’

 

In modern terms, why would someone like a prime minister or administrative commander be in a place like this?

 

While morning training was conducted by an instructor who seemed like some random unit’s rookie doing grunt work!

 

‘No wonder no one said anything even when he naturally spoke down to us.’

 

Since he was high-ranking enough to exchange respectful speech with Demon Lords, there was nothing to consider about how to treat mere prospective concubines.

 

“You must be curious why I’m in this position.”

 

“We’re curious!”

 

“There are two reasons.”

 

General Administrator Mukjin held up two fingers.

 

“First, to kill any spies among you.”

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