Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 84

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Could the temptation of Mara that Buddhism speaks of be this deadly?

Song Ha was tormented by the greatest worry of her life and squeezed her eyes shut.

‘Primordial Heavenly Venerable, give me strength!’

Fortunately, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable heard the prayers of the good Taoist Song Ha.

The fantasies about Museong that had been swelling like billowing clouds were swept away as if by a great wind, and her mind became much clearer.

‘Amitabha Buddha… Thank you.’

In her cleared mind, the image of Riser doing her best to survive on the brink of qi deviation seemed to shine brightly.

“Physician. Please listen to my story.”

Song Ha took a step back and continued speaking calmly.

“My friend… actually, she’s not really a friend. A fellow disciple who entered Cheonryeon Palace with me is in critical condition. From what I’ve heard, if she stops her breathing exercises, she’ll inevitably fall into qi deviation. Miss Dang is fortunate that the Swordmaster, Poison Master, and Third Prince are all working together to help her…”

“Wait a moment. Who did you say the patient was?”

“Uh… Miss Dang.”

Museong muttered, “Hmm. Of all people, a Dang.”

‘Somehow I feel like I might know her face.’

His intuition was telling him so, but he couldn’t be certain.

It would make sense for Cheonmu Jin to follow Riser around, making up excuses about repaying debts or whatever… but the Swordmaster and Poison Master?

‘I thought she wasn’t an ordinary woman.’

But he hadn’t seen such extraordinary qualities that would warrant the involvement of two out of the mere five Mazong in all of Mount Shiwandai.

Museong asked as if casually reconfirming his suspicions.

“By any chance, is the patient’s name ‘Dang Ri-seo’?”

Song Ha was startled and asked back.

“How did you know?”

Museong nodded as if he had expected this and answered nonchalantly.

“She’s someone who purchased medicinal herbs from Yakwang-jeon before. Since she’s a valued customer, it would be proper for me to make a house call personally. I’ll go get my medical kit, so please wait a moment.”

“Thank you, Physician.”

Song Ha bowed her head in gratitude with a much more relieved expression.

Seeing this, perhaps feeling reluctant to part, Museong quietly approached Song Ha and whispered.

“Mm. Don’t do that, just call me Museong.”

“…Eek!”

Museong acted coquettishly and then quickly went inside before Song Ha could react.

‘Amitabha Buddha! Amitabha Buddha!’

Song Ha prayed earnestly with her face burning red.

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At the same time. The Mundane World.

Riser and Mujin were diligently transferring internal energy.

“Keep going! Strength! Keep going! Strength!”

“Couldn’t you have at least made them xiaolongbao…?”

Mujin picked up a meat bun (roubao) with a pained expression.

Even in the mundane world, eating 90 fist-sized meat buns was no easy task.

“Did you really think you’d have to eat them? I made them big because it’s easier to make them that way.”

“I know that too.”

Mujin stuffed his mouth full of meat buns and chewed slowly.

This was already the 10th one… but it was still only the 10th one.

‘When will I finish eating 80 more?’

He was beginning to think he shouldn’t have offered to lend his internal energy.

This was all because Riser had made the mundane world too strangely.

If it had been dragons or phoenixes, he could have hunted one down with a single strike and just slung it over his shoulder.

“What’s with the buns? How dreary.”

Despite having only one mouth, Mujin managed to complain while eating the buns simultaneously.

“This is why you can’t imagine magnificent divine beasts like dragons or phoenixes.”

Riser attended to Mujin’s meal with an indifferent expression.

‘How much does he love dragons and phoenixes?’

Riser was beginning to get annoyed with Mujin’s endless chanting about dragons and phoenixes, like a 7-year-old boy obsessing over dinosaurs.

Before long, the number of buns that had entered Mujin’s mouth exceeded thirty.

If this were a world where one actually felt full, eating this much would have been impossible.

But that didn’t mean there were no problems at all.

“Ugh… I’m sick of them.”

‘So this moment has finally come.’

She had been careful to feed him kimchi intermittently to help him last as long as possible, knowing this would happen.

But it seemed she couldn’t completely prevent him from getting sick of them.

“I want to rest before eating more.”

“It’s not like your stomach will empty just from resting.”

Mujin pushed the plate of buns away and rested his chin on the table.

Riser pulled the plate of buns, which had been pushed almost to the edge of the table, back in front of Mujin and suggested.

“Don’t do that and keep trying. Instead, I’ll create something interesting for you.”

“Dang Ri-seo’s poor imagination can’t satisfy me…”

“Want to make a bet?”

Mujin jumped up with sparkling eyes.

“Great!”

The gleam in his eyes that had been missing for some time announced its return with a sharp flash.

‘They say he really loves gambling. I guess it’s true.’

The rogue legends surrounding Mujin almost invariably included stories of pleasure quarters and gambling houses. He seemed to have great ambitions for revitalizing the underground economy.

“Anything’s fine. If you can create something that truly surprises me, you win.”

“Let’s do it.”

How dare you insult my imagination.

I’ll surprise you so much you’ll fall backward.

‘I’ll create a brachiosaurus.’

Riser was confident. But Mujin seemed to think this bet was too advantageous for him.

Perhaps thinking the bet wouldn’t be fun without balance, Mujin made a rather bold proposal.

“If you win, I’ll grant you any one wish.”

“You haven’t even finished repaying your debts, so why are you taking on more?”

Mujin let out a groan as if he had taken physical damage from Riser’s sharp words.

“Then not a wish. Something concrete with substance that we decide on here, and I’ll buy it for you when we get out.”

“That sounds good.”

Riser thought of something she had secretly wanted for a while.

She didn’t know how much allowance Cheonmu Jin received, but since he was of Cheonma bloodline, he probably wouldn’t be constrained by price.

Having reached a conclusion that suited her and feeling satisfied, Riser was generous with Mujin.

“If Magong-ja wins the bet, what would you like to receive from me?”

“Hmm? Well…”

Mujin scratched the back of his head as if he hadn’t thought that far.

At the same time, Mujin’s gaze quickly swept from Riser’s face down to her feet, and the person most shocked by this fact was himself.

‘You crazy bastard, where are you looking!’

Mujin was startled by his own inner voice and squeezed his eyes shut.

No matter how unconscious the action was, looking a woman up and down was a terrible breach of etiquette.

“It seems you don’t particularly want anything.”

Fortunately or unfortunately, Riser didn’t seem to notice.

While Mujin sighed in relief, he also felt miserable self-loathing and answered carelessly.

“I can think about it after I win.”

“That’s true.”

Riser closed her eyes tightly and stretched out her arms.

“You asked why I couldn’t manifest my internal energy as a dragon or phoenix, didn’t you?”

Then, soil from the surrounding area began gathering at a distant spot, starting to form a hill on its own.

“You said if it were a dragon instead of a dumpling, things would be easy since you could hunt it directly and carry it on your shoulders.”

The hill grew rapidly.

Enough to cast a shadow over Mujin’s face as he looked up in a daze.

“…Wh-what exactly are you manifesting right now?”

At this moment, Mujin should have asked, albeit belatedly, ‘What do you want as your prize for the bet?’

Kuuuung-!

Before a sauropod dinosaur with a maximum length of 33m, weight of 45-80 tons, and height of 16m was manifested in Riser’s Mundane World.

“As you can see, it’s a dragon.”

An adult Brachiosaurus stomped its feet with thunderous sounds.

“But now it’s too heavy to carry on your shoulders.”

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