Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 62

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“But….”

The Swordmaster raised his head to look at the sky where the sun was beginning to set.

At this rate, they wouldn’t be able to escape Geomsu Jiok by today.

For the Swordmaster who had prepared second and third trials, this was quite a troublesome situation.

‘Hmm?’

In a corner of his expanded field of vision, he detected an area he had never seen before.

It looked as if the blade trees had turned autumn colors, dyed reddish-brown with murky reddish mist rising hazily.

It felt like something had been forgotten… it was at that very moment.

「Crack.」

‘…!’

An irritating sound echoed from within her.

“As expected, it’s not enough.”

Riser clicked her tongue and closed the empty ceramic bottle cap.

【Dang Ri-seo’s Red Refining Mist】 was a poison that had failed commercialization.

Since martial artists generally carry weapons made of iron, the Red Refining Mist that Riser created turned all metal objects into iron oxide without distinguishing between friend and foe.

It was like spreading poison mist with the intention of ‘Let our side win!’ but getting the result of ‘War is bad! Everyone stop fighting!’

After going to the trouble of spreading poison, only the weapons were damaged, no one benefited, and the outcome of battle became ambiguous—who would want such a poison?

A failed poison isn’t anything special.

Even if it has effects, if it has no utility, it’s a failed poison.

For Riser, the original developer, this was a bitter matter.

Anyway, it was natural that the production quantity of a poison that failed commercialization wouldn’t be abundant.

Since Riser could barely fill just one ceramic bottle to carry around, it couldn’t be helped that she only managed to crumble three or four hills’ worth of blade trees.

‘I still have a long way to go.’

It was when Riser was rummaging through her sleeves thinking ‘Is there any other poison?’

Suddenly the particles floating in the air felt heavy and goosebumps broke out all over.

Poison.

Riser almost reflexively took out an antidote pill and swallowed it.

Though her response was quick, it was still slightly late as she tasted blood and her head felt dizzy.

‘Who is it?’

Riser didn’t rashly turn her head but lowered her body and only moved her eyes.

Since there wasn’t a single cover to hide behind nearby, it meant the poison had been spread from quite far away.

[The child has quite good reflexes.]

‘Soundless transmission…. Definitely a master.’

Now it was certain.

Both the fact that poison had been administered from a distant position without any presence, and the use of soundless transmission—an advanced sound transmission technique that made tracking direction impossible—pointed to the same answer.

Riser had been ambushed by an unidentified poison master.

[How could a Peerless Master exert force against a lowly person like me? Young Girl only wishes to live, and dare not have any intention of opposing you.]

[Ha! If you truly have no intention of opposing, how did you spread poison in this one’s front yard?]

Ah. So that’s how it happened.

Riser understood why she had suddenly been ambushed.

The place where she had thoughtlessly spread poison happened to be where a poison master resided.

[Where did you bring such a poison without foundation from? Tsk tsk.]

[It’s not without foundation though.]

Riser unconsciously bristled and retorted.

【Dang Ri-seo’s Red Refining Mist】 wasn’t a poison that fell from the sky.

Even though Riser herself had developed it, in the process she used the centuries-old traditional ingredient extraction methods passed down by the Sichuan Dang Family and time-honored internal energy compression secrets.

Though commercialization had failed, it was still legitimately a failed product of the Dang Family. Saying it had no foundation was nonsensical.

[What did you say?]

[Ah. My apologies!]

Though she belatedly changed her attitude, the situation had already escalated.

A sudden whirlwind appeared before Riser’s eyes, and through it a man revealed himself.

The man of indeterminate age wore tattered hemp clothes and emanated brown poison energy from his entire body—if she hadn’t taken the antidote pill beforehand, just being near him might have been enough to poison someone.

“I had a hunch from seeing how you talked back so readily.”

The man looked Riser’s green outfit up and down, then sneered as if there was nothing more to see.

“You must be a Dang Family wench.”

“That’s correct, but….”

Riser looked up at the man with uncomfortable eyes.

‘Could this be the legendary Poison Human?’

When she was at the Dang Family, she had read about it in old books.

A legendary hypothesis that by extremely mastering poison arts, replacing all internal energy with poison energy, then dyeing even innate true energy with poison through special methods, one could create a Poison Human capable of poisoning people just by breathing.

Why was it a legendary hypothesis? Because literally only the theory existed with no experimental records whatsoever.

That made sense since dyeing innate true energy—equivalent to a person’s life force—with poison was an insane idea.

Masters who had extremely mastered poison arts were so rare that maybe one appeared per generation, but why would such a master want to put poison into their own innate true energy?

Since the prerequisite was being ‘an incredible master,’ forcibly proceeding with the method was also impossible.

Even without families specifically prohibiting it, the method for creating Poison Humans naturally fell into disuse.

‘There is one exception where it could be established though.’

But that would be an extremely unlikely situation.

“What is your name?”

At the man’s question, Riser answered politely.

“Dang Ri-seo.”

“Not you, the name of that poison.”

Then ask for the poison’s name from the start.

Though Riser grumbled internally, she maintained a polite attitude outwardly and answered.

“It’s called ‘Dang Ri-seo’s Red Refining Mist.'”

Then the man momentarily raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes.

“Seeing that you attached your own name to it, it seems to be a poison you made yourself? So that’s why you squirmed when I stepped on it.”

The man snickered.

He recalled how Riser had immediately bristled when he called it a poison without foundation.

Though embarrassed at being seen through, Riser calmly bowed her head and said.

“Still, it’s not without foundation.”

“How stubborn. Well, fine. A poison master should take pride in the poison they created.”

‘What? The atmosphere seems to have changed a bit.’

It might have been her imagination, but she felt the man’s sharp attitude had subtly softened.

Suddenly she remembered a story Mee-young had told her.

‘She said there was a Dang Family elder at Mount Shiwandai.’

Could this man perhaps be that legendary Dang Family elder she had only heard about?

The timing when the man’s hostility decreased was almost the same as when Riser had revealed her name and identity.

Riser carefully looked up at the man and asked.

“By any chance… are you a relative elder?”

“What?”

The man’s face contorted. Apparently not.

“Do I look like a Dang to you? Do these hemp clothes look like green robes to your eyes?”

As he flapped his clothes with a displeased face, the man’s poison energy scattered like dust.

“Anyway, the Dang Family folks think anyone who uses poison a bit is their family. Not knowing how vast Mount Shiwandai is.”

“I… cough! My knowledge is limited… forgive me….”

“Hmph. So weak.”

As Riser continued coughing, the man stepped back and gathered his poison energy while saying.

“What were you doing without taking an antidote pill?”

“I did take one…. Hm?”

Crack.

The blood poison bead that had been rolling around in her mouth was helplessly crushed, making a strange sound.

No matter how hard Riser’s teeth were, the blood poison bead was still supposedly a bead, so there was no way it could be chewed like this.

‘No way.’

As her suspicion turned out to be true, a sour and bitter taste spread throughout her mouth.

“Ugh! It’s a gwari!”

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