Poisoned by My Mistress

A Way Out

He entered full of anticipation, and walked out looking drained.

Anyone who saw him might have assumed Mu Yunfeng had just enjoyed some sort of premium service.

But only Mu Yunfeng knew the truth.

At this moment, he had realized with absolute clarity that he needed to escape this place as soon as possible.

Otherwise, there was only one possible ending: being played to death by that woman.

He did not want to in the Thousand Poison Sect for even one more moment.

Even if they poisoned him daily and sent him a beautiful girl every night, he still would not stay in this den of demons for a single extra second.

If he wanted to leave, the first thing he needed to do was cure the poison in his body.

Without that, escaping would mean nothing. He would still be doomed.

At present, there were likely two kinds of poison inside him. One was the toxin from the Ten Thousand Insect Gu pit. The other was the Ten-Day Devouring Pill she had just forced on him.

Those two poisons clearly did not counteract one another.

If they did, that damned woman would never have let him swallow the second one so confidently.

“The first priority is dealing with the Ten-Day Devouring Pill,” Mu Yunfeng muttered under his breath as he staggered back toward his room. “As for the insect poison... according to her, I can still live three months even if I leave. That can wait.”

But unless he the Ten-Day Devouring Pill, he would never be able to leave the Thousand Poison Sect.

Never be able to leave her.

Inside the room, Lin Wanqiu sat in silence for a long time before finally speaking.

“Someone.”

A disciple entered shortly afterward and bowed.

“What are your orders, Sect Master?”

Lin Wanqiu gestured toward the carpet stained red with blood.

“Replace it.”

“Yes.”

“And have Qingzhu send word to Hongmei. I want a full investigation into the masked man.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“If he is us, we must prepare early.”

Mu Yunfeng collapsed onto his bed the moment he returned and slept until noon the next day.

When he woke, he felt unexpectedly refreshed. The pain and exhaustion from the day before had vanished .

“Looks like the antidote she gave me was the real thing,” he muttered. “That’s at least one piece of good news.”

He stepped outside and beneath the clear sky.

A maid waiting nearby immediately bowed.

“Young Master Mu, you are awake.”

Mu Yunfeng’s heart skipped a beat.

“...Don’t tell me the Sect Master wants me again?” he asked, pretending calm.

“No,” the maid replied softly. “The Sect Master ordered me to attend to your needs from now on. My name is Nan’er. Please take care of me.”

Hearing that he was not being summoned to her room again, Mu Yunfeng quietly exhaled in relief.

If he went back in there another time, he might truly be squeezed dry.

“In that case, wait here. I’ll take a walk around the sect.”

He started off at once.

When Nan’er moved to follow, he immediately stopped her.

“I said wait here.”

“But the Sect Master said—”

“The Sect Master?” Mu Yunfeng raised a brow. “Listen carefully. I am the personal servant chosen by the Sect Master herself. To see me is to see the Sect Master.”

“My words are her words. Are you daring to disobey?”

Using borrowed like a weapon was one of Mu Yunfeng’s finest skills.

Nan’er frowned, clearly struggling to process the logic.

After a long pause, she finally said quietly,

“Then... I will wait here for Young Master Mu to return.”

...She actually believed him?

Mu Yunfeng stared at the girl in surprise.

She looked only sixteen or seventeen.

And not especially bright.

Perfect.

Without hesitation, he turned and left.

The Thousand Poison Sect was neither huge nor small. After wandering for a short while, he found the library pavilion.

If he wanted to cure poison, naturally he needed to start with poison texts.

Inside, he began flipping through manuals on toxins, illustrated guides to poisonous herbs and venomous insects, and even books on poison-based martial arts.

The more he read, the more disappointed he became.

Common poisons often included methods of preparation and antidotes.

But many advanced poisons had only vague notes regarding treatment.

As for secret sect formulas, some had no recorded cures at all.

That was not what Mu Yunfeng had . He had assumed that with enough research, he would at least find some clues.

But now it was obvious that the Ten-Day Devouring Pill was not mentioned anywhere. It was likely Lin Wanqiu’s own personal creation.

There were several similar toxins described in the books, but he did not dare experiment recklessly.

Even he knew that changing a single ingredient in poison could produce a different result.

And that was the truth of toxicology.

Whether crafting poison or curing it depended entirely on one’s understanding of herbs, insects, medicinal reactions, and the countless interactions between substances.

The same poison could have antidotes in the hands of different experts.

Medicinal properties were endlessly complex. There was rarely only one path.

The more difficult the poison, the fewer workable solutions existed—and the harder it became to find the right one among countless possibilities.

For someone like Mu Yunfeng, who could barely remember the names of herbs, trying to outlearn the famed Poison Princess was laughable.

“Tch.”

He tossed one of the manuals back onto the shelf.

“That route is instantly.”

So self-study was impossible.

That left one path: find a physician whose mastery rivaled Lin Wanqiu’s and ask them to cure him.

But to do that, he first needed the freedom to leave the Thousand Poison Sect.

At the moment, he could wander inside the sect grounds freely enough.

Leaving the sect itself was another matter.

If he wanted that freedom, he first needed trust.

Lin Wanqiu herself was a lost cause.

But he could surround the city from the countryside—start by winning over the people around her.

If one of them quietly opened a back door for him someday... he could vanish without anyone noticing.

A smile slowly formed on Mu Yunfeng’s lips.

The frustration from his failed detox plan instantly faded.

That was the way forward.

But not with the man currently walking toward him.

Mu Yunfeng looked at Li Xiu approaching from the opposite corridor and immediately called out with a grin.

“Well, if it isn’t Elder Li! How’s your head doing?”

“You court death!”

Li Xiu’s face darkened at once, fists clenching.

Mu Yunfeng showed no fear. Instead, he leaned in provocatively.

“What? Going to hit me again?”

He even patted his own cheek.

“Go ahead.”

“I’m just afraid... you don’t have the nerve.”

He stepped closer until they stood face to face.

“I am the servant personally chosen by the Sect Master. I carry her dignity. I act under her . To see me is to see her.”

“You want to me?”

He smirked.

“Do you dare?”

Mu Yunfeng had already noticed yesterday that Li Xiu feared Lin Wanqiu deeply.

As long as he invoked her name, no matter how furious Li Xiu became, he would have to endure it.

Li Xiu’s fists trembled.

If looks could kill, Mu Yunfeng would already be riddled with holes.

Mu Yunfeng only laughed in contempt and brushed past him.

He had intended to shoulder-check the man dramatically.

Instead, he bounced off Li Xiu’s solid frame and nearly stumbled.

Keeping a straight face through sheer willpower, he casually patted Li Xiu’s chest.

“Solid build.”

“What a pity your status isn’t high enough.”

Laughing arrogantly, Mu Yunfeng strode away with his hands clasped behind his back.

This was perfect.

If he got along with everyone, people would grow suspicious.

He needed both allies and enemies. That would seem natural.

And the grudge between himself and Li Xiu?

The louder it spread throughout the Thousand Poison Sect, the better.

That way, when he later approached others and built relationships, no one would think it strange.

Mu Yunfeng smiled to himself.

Everything was proceeding according to plan.