I Cultivated into a Demon Venerable Through Poison Arts

It felt as if red-hot steel needles were piercing every inch of her bones, as if she had been thrown into a furnace of boiling oil. Her meridians were tearing apart bit by bit, and her internal organs were burning.

In the haze, fragments of whispered voices seeped into her ears.

“...The Redscale Powder is an ancient poison with no known cure. Her spiritual root is damaged and will wither completely within three days...”

“The Sect Master has ordered Elder Mo to remove her spiritual root tomorrow. That is the only way to save her life...”

Redscale Powder? Remove her spiritual root?

Those words jolted Su Qinghan's muddled consciousness into clarity.

This was no dream, nor was it an illusion.

She struggled, managing with great effort to lift her eyelids, heavy as lead.

Before her lay an ornate wooden bed in an antique style, with delicate gauze curtains hanging around it. The air was thick with the unfamiliar smell of medicinal herbs.