26 Eternal Death Isnst Poison? (1/2)

Oh my.

Hongyue's hand dropped listlessly. Without her magic entrapping him, the physician slumped back and fell over.

Hongyue touched her chin, musing. If she believed what right, then she would undoubtedly have a troublesome time dealing with this rotten family. Frustrated, she took a seat near the mattress, her gemstone gleaming endlessly. Picking up a teacup, she tipped it and observed the left out cold old tea roll throughout her cup following her moderate hand movements. As the liquid stilled to a pause, the surface of the tea revealed the full moon that illuminated behind her. Staring at the reflection, Hongyue fell immersed in her thoughts.

If whatever the physician spoke was accurate, then the origin of the poison originated from a legend in this world. It was said that when the God of Death was wounded in battle, he had fled and located a place to self-heal. In the process, he had to self-resurrect himself as his injuries were too deep to heal using merely magic. In order to reform his body, he had coughed up blood that held chaotic toxins from his heart. Only by doing this, he was able to get a purer body for his resurrection by getting rid of all the impurities inside his heart.

Hongyue tried to think harder, while that was all she got from the doctor, she realized there was something more.

Since the blood was also a body part of a god, it still contained the essence and power of the god himself. It infused into the ground. As the essence slowly faded, the particles themselves had to latch on to something living in order to persevere. The dark energy burrowed down into the roots of a nearby red rose bush and left its energy in each rosebud. With the sudden appearance of abundance in dark energy, each of the rosebuds blackened and closed up. Eternal Death was truly a well-thought-out name for it. From the doctor, she was able to understand that it came from the mythical flower. The external appearance of the flower was of a blacken rose, and the poison was found within the nectar.

Nevertheless, it wasn't all that simple. To mortals like the doctor who only see the external effect of consuming the nectar, it would be easily mistaken as poison. To Hongyue, who was a descendant of a god herself and understood more, it was something else much deadlier.

It wasn't a type poison at all, instead, a form of a godly weapon.

Although she had never encountered something like this before, Hongyue was willing to bet the so-called poison was actually a type of unstable, chaotic power that separated from the soul of the god. If that's the case, it really wasn't all that different from her own sirenic powers. Like her gem that needs to feed on lifeforce, this chaotic power probably fed on the essence of the soul to maintain stability. This explained why she, from a such highly regarded clan, would be rendered useless. She couldn't help feel there was something she still missed.

Lost in her thoughts, Hongyue failed to remember the little spy her father sent to check on the doctor.

”Who are you?!!”

Hongyue looked up at the intruder who interrupted her thoughts before curving her lips up in an enchanting smile. She glided effortlessly toward the spy. The night breeze gently blew across her face, upon seeing her bloody hands and different colored eyes, he trembled in horror.

”MONSTER!”

”Monster? Now, now don't be mean. You'll hurt my feelings.” She spoke charmingly.

”M-monster! Get away from me!”