Surviving as the Terminally Ill Young Lady of the North Sea Ice Palace - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2
When I opened my eyes from sleep, Baek-ui Jinín had indeed prepared medicine condensed from the nature of Extreme Yang.
A small pill the size of a single finger joint.
Baek-ui Jinín said this medicine would be able to resolve a considerable portion of the problem I possessed.
“I will guide your True Qi for you. Release all tension from your body, and accept what I lead.”
I performed Qi Circulation Breathing with his assistance.
The moment I swallowed the pill, Baek-ui Jinín placed his hand against my back.
A warmth verging on heat, originating from the pill, spread through all the meridians of my body.
The purpose was not to expel the Yin-Cold Qi, but to merge it by infusing warmth.
‘Is he opening the blood points blocked by Yin-Cold with Yang-Qi?’
It felt both agonizing and refreshing at once.
Was it, as Baek-ui Jinín said, because my understanding was insufficient?
I simply concentrated on my breathing and followed his guidance.
I could not precisely determine what was happening within my body.
“Gasp—wheeze!”
How long had I been concentrating?
When I suddenly opened my eyes, the cold qi that had been constricting my breath had vanished as if washed away.
“Are you well?”
And in complete contrast, my clothes had become a complete mess.
Just as I had seen in several martial novels years ago, waste matter had poured from every pore of my body.
“Ugh! What in the world—my clothes—!”
“A success!”
I cried out in alarm, but Father, who had been standing guard beside me, beamed with delight.
“Yes. I have settled the chaotic qi. From now on, you will gradually gain understanding and be able to master your Inner Force.”
“Thank heavens. Thank heavens indeed!”
Father, who had been every bit as anxious as I was, grew profoundly relieved.
He embraced me without hesitation, heedless of the filthy clothes stained with waste matter.
“Wait, just a moment, please!”
As joyful as the moment was, I had questions that needed answering.
I seized Baek-ui Jinín, who appeared ready to leave at once, and pressed him.
“Baek-ui Jinín, what becomes of me from now on?”
I was prepared to hear whatever he might say without shock.
So I asked him directly about my constitution.
But Baek-ui Jinín shook his head.
“The time has not yet come. It is a secret made for your sake, and I beg you understand that I cannot carelessly speak of it.”
“I truly don’t mind!”
I asked once more for him to reveal the truth.
“Do not practice the Ice-White Divine Art for seven or eight years, until your mind and body have matured. Then there will be no cause for further concern.”
Baek-ui Jinín merely smiled with gentle kindness.
“Ah…….”
He kept his silence.
But unfortunately, my mind was no child’s, one that would believe a wound heals after sleeping one hundred nights.
Do not practice the Ice-White Divine Art?
With a constitution already prone to accumulating Yin-Cold Qi, practicing an extreme Yin technique would only cause the Yin-Qi to expand all over again.
“I understand. I will inscribe it upon my heart and follow exactly as you say. Thank you for saving my life.”
* * *
With the Extreme Yang Medicine made by one of the Three Greatest Physicians of the realm, my illness receded.
He did not speak to me directly about my condition.
But just before sleep, I overheard Father conversing with him about it.
So I believed that if I simply pressed Father, I would soon learn the truth.
‘I understand there’s too much Yin-Qi. But still—shouldn’t I know whether it’s Nine Yin Broken Meridians, Seven Yin Broken Meridians, or Three Yin Broken Meridians?’
This time, wheedling worked not at all.
And Father ultimately refused to tell me about the Broken Meridians Condition.
“Ahem! When the time comes, you will learn it all!”
Whenever I asked about my body, health, or constitution, he would dodge with an awkward laugh.
“But what if I fall ill again?”
“Don’t concern yourself with needless worries. Focus on your studies and External Cultivation training. There is nothing wrong with your health.”
At some point, he began avoiding the room entirely whenever I tried to broach the subject, claiming he was busy.
Even if I was young, surely this wasn’t something to keep hidden away so completely?
If he wouldn’t tell me, there was nothing I could do about it.
I rummaged through the Library Pavilion and found a book.
Weisa looked puzzled at why I’d come to the Library Pavilion, but she simply kept watch beside me rather than blocking my way.
‘There are so many varieties of Special Constitution…… absolutely everything under the sun.’
Some entries spoke of the Empty Spirit Constitution, the Myriad Poison Constitution—absolute nonsense.
But I also spotted familiar terms like the Heavenly Martial Constitution.
‘A master’s talent—possessing the essence of extreme yin, extreme yang, the Five Elements, and the Supreme Ultimate all at once, able to cultivate all martial arts in perfect harmony…… Even in this world, the Heavenly Martial Constitution seems almost legendary.’
Only two had appeared throughout all of martial history?
In the web novels I’d read in my past life, protagonists with the Heavenly Martial Constitution popped up constantly.
But in this world, it was genuinely rare—a constitution that appeared perhaps once every thousand years, if at all.
I found myself envying those protagonists from the stories I used to read.
‘I wish I had it! Why don’t I have the Heavenly Martial Constitution?’
Inner Force accumulated at an equally remarkable rate.
My aptitude for learning martial arts was similarly exceptional.
“Ah, found it.”
After turning a few more pages, I located information about the Broken Meridians Condition.
Meridians severed in places, yin energy swelling…… death before twenty.
Nothing much different from what I already knew.
The condition didn’t seem quite as rare as the Heavenly Martial Constitution—the description was fairly lengthy.
I even found several accounts of cases, including mentions of someone who suffered from the Three Yin Broken Meridians.
Wondering if there might be some solution I hadn’t considered, I read carefully through each section, looking up unfamiliar characters in the dictionary.
‘In the end, it comes down to Spiritual Medicine or a man.’
But the treatment methods weren’t substantially different from what I’d learned through the novels of my past life.
First: consuming the Inner Core of a Spiritual Creature bearing yang-dominant essence, such as a Ten-Thousand Year Fire Carp.
And second: Yin-Yang Harmony.
Balancing through physical union and Qi exchange with a man who had mastered the Ultimate Yang Supreme Art.
‘If I’d transmigrated as a heroine, I would’ve found the male lead already…… !’
But in reality, neither option one nor option two was easy.
The Ten-Thousand Year Fire Carp hardly needed mentioning.
As for a man who’d mastered the Ultimate Yang Supreme Art—where was I supposed to find such a thing?
And when I thought about it, such a man would have to be a supremely skilled master of yang cultivation.
An image of a man with exaggerated muscles automatically formed in my mind.
‘Ugh. I don’t like burly men!’
But I quickly banished that image from my head.
There was no point suffering over the thought of a man I didn’t even like when he wasn’t even in front of me.
‘Option one, it has to be option one!’
Cure the Nine Yin Broken Meridians with Spiritual Medicine.
Fall in love with a handsome man with long hair and live happily ever after. Simple as that!
‘Find yang-dominant Spiritual Medicine, carefully prevent yin energy from surging, and cultivate insight and External Cultivation.’
…… In the end, it was exactly as Baek-ui Jinín had said.
I couldn’t dash off seeking Spiritual Medicine in a body only eight years old.
For now, the only thing I could do and needed to do was practice.
I had to maintain balance as much as possible and extend my life.
Once I grew strong enough, I might even be able to venture out and search for Spiritual Medicine myself.
“Miss, are you well enough to move about now?”
“Of course. Let’s spar a bit! Instructional sparring, nice and easy!”
I threw off my blankets and rose from the bed, plunging into training.
I had considerable confidence in putting in the effort.
It wasn’t all perfect like before the illness struck, but with a death sentence hanging over me, I found myself strangely unafraid.
‘As long as I don’t die right now, that’s enough. It’s not as if there’s nothing I can do.’
A vague sense that things would somehow work out came over me.
In every martial arts narrative I’d read in my past life, the Nine Yin Broken Meridians carried a death sentence.
But whether they were saved through a Spiritual Creature’s Inner Core or Spiritual Medicine, or…… through some other method.
I had never once witnessed a patient with the Broken Meridians Condition who became entangled with a protagonist die of natural causes in any novel.
‘Nothing’s changed. Work hard at training, and when I’m older, venture out into the world!’
Baek-ui Jinín and Father kept this secret precisely so I could live happily.
I should live brightly.
I steadied my resolve.
* * *
Time passed.
Fortunately, not once until I turned fifteen did the Broken Meridians Condition flare up.
It was the result of repeated, painstaking effort to endure this burden without increasing the volume of Yin-Cold Qi in the slightest.
While others devoted their Qi Circulation Breathing sessions to cultivation, I had focused almost entirely on External Cultivation, which made my physical strength formidable.
Unlike before, when I had kept my distance from Chinese characters, I now studied harder to better understand the visualizations in martial arts texts, and I sought out and read Buddhist and Daoist scriptures.
I also picked up a few martial techniques—ones that weren’t ice arts—gathering dust somewhere in the Library Pavilion.
Thanks to all this, the Yin-Cold Qi filling my Dantian never tormented me at all.
Even without the Yin-Cold Qi, I had reached a level where I could defeat children my own age in Bing Palace.
Then one day, Father suddenly summoned me to his study.
“Suryo, you’ve already turned fifteen this year. In the Central Plains, they call this the Age of Aspiration.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve put it off until now because I was worried how you’d accept it at such a young age… but I think it’s time I told you about your constitution.”
At last?
He’d always dodged the question whenever I asked, and now he was finally laying it all bare?
Having long since moved past denial, anger, compromise, and despair into acceptance, I simply nodded quietly.
“I’ve already guessed, Father.”
“…What? Truly?”
Father was startled.
But honestly, how could I not know?
I’d been training all this time without using any Inner Force at all, out of fear the Yin-Cold Qi would expand.
Normally, Inner Force doesn’t grow so easily.
Everyone else practices Qi Circulation Breathing diligently.
Yet somehow, the moment I drew even a little of the Qi in my Dantian, the amount of Inner Force would keep trying to increase.
“I always thought you were clever from childhood, but… this is extraordinary. To work so diligently at your cultivation, even knowing your constitution.”
Well, I didn’t despair and resign myself to death—I simply lived with a fair amount of determination.
“If I only lived according to my nature, what meaning would my life have? I do nothing but give my best within the circumstances I’ve been given.”
I spoke with conviction.
Father was deeply moved.
He hadn’t known his young daughter could be so poised, and tears welled up in his eyes.
He’d been agonizing alone all this time, unable to bring himself to give his precious daughter a terminal diagnosis. How much suffering that must have caused him.
I offered him comfort with a calm smile.
“Well then, if you already know, this will be quick.”
With that, Father quickly composed himself and seized my hand.
“There’s something I’d like you to do.”
Hmm, what could it be?
Since I was very young, Father had never asked me to do anything.
I could sense his quiet hope that I’d take interest in the martial arts, that I’d train diligently.
But he never forced me or demanded anything of me.
Was there some task only someone with Broken Meridians Condition could do?
Searching through memories of both my past life and this one, I couldn’t think of anything like that… Oh.
‘Could it be marriage?’
The possibility suddenly occurred to me.
There were two main ways to treat Broken Meridians Condition.
Father, who loved me dearly, would naturally have considered both paths and sought solutions in both directions.
If he’d found a Spiritual Medicine, he wouldn’t have had tears in his eyes, and he wouldn’t have said “something you must do.”
‘Has he already found a man who perfected the Ultimate Yang Supreme Art?’
I’d put that possibility aside for a long time and devoted myself to training.
But if it came upon me so suddenly now, I couldn’t avoid making a decision.
What should I do?
Do I have to marry to survive?
Perhaps, if I were extraordinarily lucky…
Could the man be a handsome fellow to my taste, and could it bloom into love after marriage, with everything turning out well?
It didn’t feel very hopeful.
That’s the stuff that only happens in romance fantasy novels!
I’m only fifteen years old.
If the other person is such an incredible master who’s already perfected the Ultimate Yang Supreme Art… wouldn’t he be older than Father?
Would his face still look young thanks to some youth-preservation technique?
I was nearly panicking.
Should I at least ask to see a portrait?
No, actually—paintings can’t be trusted anyway.
Ah, would it be too radical for this era if I asked him to just do the Yin-Yang Harmony instead, without marrying…?
I want to live, but the future holds such infinite possibilities ahead of me…!
“Have you heard of Tianwu Academy?”
In the midst of spinning my mind round and round, desperate for any answer,
Father suddenly broached an entirely unrelated topic.
Northern Sea Bing Palace Young Mistress Survival Chronicles (Serialized)
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