Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 43

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Then she folded one finger. The first reason was quite brutal.

 

‘But I can understand it.’

 

The concubines were beings who could get closer to the Heavenly Emperor than anyone else.

 

They could even spend time alone together without surveillance or interference.

 

Since there was no precedent for bringing in such a large number of concubines from outside like this time, the sect must be putting great effort into filtering out spies.

 

“Second, to poach anyone useful.”

 

Huh.

 

All the girls looked stunned at the sudden recruitment proposal.

 

Chief Administrator Mukjin, who had folded his second finger, chuckled. The small glasses perched on his nose bobbed up and down.

 

“I ask you, how many among you do you think could dare receive the favor of the lord of ten thousand demons?”

 

The girls looked troubled and tensed up, only blinking their eyes.

 

No one could predict such things about people’s lives.

 

“At most, one person.”

 

“…!”

 

However, the administrator’s answer was very clear.

 

“You might think one person is too few, no matter what. But one person is a very optimistic number. With just a little bad luck, not even one could emerge. You only have 5 years of opportunity in the Palace of Concubines, and if the Gyoju enters closed-door training during that period, what could you worthless things possibly do?”

 

A gloomy atmosphere flowed through the classroom.

 

People like Riser, who had no intention of receiving favor at all, weren’t particularly affected, but there were quite a few girls who had secretly hoped for a life reversal.

 

“That’s why I came here.”

 

Chief Administrator Mukjin said with one corner of his mouth curled up wickedly.

 

“Even if you young wenches can’t fulfill your duties as concubines, we must still collect payment for feeding, clothing, and teaching you.”

 

The girls of Cheonryeon Palace felt chills run down their spines in an instant.

 

They had cheerfully joined thinking they could live luxuriously as concubines, receive favor if lucky, and live as demon sect members even if unlucky.

 

But it turned out this was completely a forced labor camp…

 

“Personnel is everything. I am the best in the world at putting people in the right places and working them. You young wenches should reveal your innate temperament, disposition, aptitude, and talents with peace of mind. Though hiding them would be meaningless anyway.”

 

When Chief Administrator Mukjin flicked his finger, a dark blue energy formed in a circle at his fingertip and flew around the classroom in a large circle.

 

The dark blue shadow poured over the girls, and though there was no physical sensation, it felt cool as if they were covered in cold mist.

 

“Kyaa! Riser, are you okay?”

 

Jegal Lin worried about Riser while struggling herself.

 

Riser answered that she was fine, but had a frowning expression due to a strangely unpleasant feeling that remained.

 

“What is this!”

 

The one who knocked over her desk with a crash was Namgung Yeonhwa, and the one who immediately drew her sword and swung it was Peng Guyeon. Moyong Hye had somehow crawled under her desk and was hiding her head.

 

“I sense evil energy. Everyone be careful!”

 

Of course it would be evil since it’s demonic energy.

 

The Mudang Sect girl stated the obvious while drawing her Taiji sword.

 

‘Their true personalities are really coming out.’

 

He said he would observe temperament and disposition, but could he really find out this way?

 

Then something like white orbs of light began to shimmer from the Mudang Sect girl’s body.

 

To describe it, it was like Christmas tree lights strung along the Mudang Sect girl’s meridians.

 

“You’ve diligently accumulated the energy of evil-dispelling. Are you from Mudang or Qingcheng?”

 

The administrator asked while carefully observing the orbs shining along the Mudang Sect girl’s meridians.

 

“Mudang… sir.”

 

“You might do quite well even if you convert, but if your innate temperament is too upright, it’s hard to benefit. Think about it while learning for a thousand days. Your lower dantian is weak, so pay attention to that.”

 

“Th-thank you, Administrator.”

 

Then he withdrew his gaze as if he was done talking. The Mudang Sect girl sheepishly sheathed her sword.

 

“Next. Oh my. Your water energy runs deep. Are you from Janggang Surochaek?”

 

“How did you know…”

 

“If I didn’t know such things, I should quit being an administrator. Your nature is lazy – you dislike training but enjoy fighting. If you want to succeed, fix your attitude first.”

 

Neither orthodox nor unorthodox factions could hide anything before him.

 

Chief Administrator Mukjin could read the girls’ learned martial arts, usual habits, temperament and personality like a book just by looking at the color, size, and position of the shining orbs in their meridians and dantians.

 

‘It’s both amazing and frightening martial arts.’

 

No, could this even be called martial arts?

 

To discover the life trajectories of so many girls with just one dark blue orb from his fingertip.

 

She could understand why someone of the rank of Demon Sect administrator would personally step forward as an instructor. There probably wasn’t a more efficient way to assess aptitude and career paths.

 

“Hmm?”

 

Chief Administrator Mukjin, who had been examining the girls one by one, finally stood before Riser.

 

“Why can’t I see anything?”

 

A puzzled expression appeared on the administrator’s face for the first time.

 

“This makes you no different from a commoner. Have you not learned any martial arts at all?”

 

Unable to believe it, he grabbed Riser’s hands and examined them this way and that, but no sparkling orbs were visible anywhere.

 

‘Oh no. The consequences of neglecting martial arts training have come to this.’

 

Riser bit her lower lip in embarrassment.

 

It seemed her inadequacy was showing because she had only practiced poison arts, claiming to be from the Sichuan Dang Family.

 

“Wait!”

 

The administrator’s eyes widened suddenly.

 

Wondering if he had belatedly discovered tremendous talent, Riser’s heart pounded.

 

“Why is there a formation here?!”

 

Chief Administrator Mukjin suddenly pulled out one of the formation stakes stuck in the floor.

 

Then the air around Riser wavered like a mirage as the formation was dismantled.

 

“You brat! What use is interfering!”

 

The administrator suddenly thrust his hand into the air and made it disappear, then pulled Jegal Lin out from within.

 

“I-I was wrong…”

 

“Lin! Did you set up an invisibility formation on me?”

 

Jegal Lin trembled like a rabbit dragged out from hiding in a burrow.

 

“S-sorry… I was worried. Usually revealing martial arts skills is a weakness. I absolutely didn’t mean to interfere…”

 

“Your skills are remarkable anyway.”

 

In that brief moment, and targeting precisely only the range where the administrator’s martial arts was operating for invisibility.

 

“Tell me honestly. Are you a Zhuge or Sima?”

 

“Hiiing… Zhuge…”

 

“Then you’re Jegal Lin. I will remember you.”

 

Chief Administrator Mukjin looked Jegal Lin up and down with an expression of wonder, and it was obvious he was pleased by the smile spreading across his lips.

 

‘Formation masters are precious wherever they go.’

 

Jegal Lin wouldn’t have to worry about employment even if she didn’t receive favor. How enviable.

 

“Remove the formation.”

 

“Yes…”

 

Following the administrator’s instruction, when Jegal Lin removed the invisibility formation, light began emanating from Riser’s body too.

 

‘Thank goodness.’

 

Inwardly, Riser breathed a sigh of relief.

 

For the consequences of neglecting martial arts training with the excuse of receiving late instruction, it wasn’t too bad. At least string light-like sparkles appeared on Riser’s body too.

 

“Now I can see.”

 

However, the moment Chief Administrator Mukjin’s gaze returned to Riser, she realized this wasn’t such a fortunate situation.

 

‘Of all times, my turn comes right after Lin’s performance.’

 

Riser felt burdened like an audition contestant called up right after the favorite to win.

 

“Huh.”

 

Please refrain from ambiguous exclamations that could be positive or negative.

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