I Became the Young Wife of the Martial Arts Novel’s Male Lead

**Chapter 119**

The Clan Lord walked decisively towards Yerin.

“Now that I think about it, this is the first time you’ve come to my office, isn’t it?”

With a showy gesture, the Clan Lord spread his arms wide and continued leisurely.

“You’ll be familiar with it in no time.”

“…”

Yerin kept her mouth tightly shut, feeling a subtle sense of discomfort.

Although she had not yet accepted the Clan Lord’s proposal, he was acting as if she was already the successor.

The Clan Lord headed towards a side table in the office and gestured for Yerin to take a seat.

“Come and sit here.”

Yerin quietly sat down.

The Clan Lord, sitting opposite her, spoke gently.

“I heard you recently had a draw with Yejun in a sparring match.”

“Yes, that did happen.”

“It’s admirable that you consider your brother’s feelings. However,”

The Clan Lord continued with an indifferent tone,

“Was it really necessary?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you were to become the successor, Yejun would have to be cast out of the family anyway.”

The Clan Lord’s eyes, looking at Yerin, glinted like a snake’s.

“Wouldn’t it have been better to crush Yejun completely in front of everyone?”

Yerin’s face hardened.

Yet the Clan Lord seemed genuinely disappointed.

“It would have solidified your position without any external opposition.”

“Father.”

“It would have been much better for you to fully secure your position, but it seems you missed the opportunity, which is truly regrettable.”

The Clan Lord spoke as if giving advice.

“It seems most of the martial artists in the Dang Clan view you favorably, and there’s no better way to earn their recognition than by overwhelmingly defeating the successor.”

“But isn’t there a bond between siblings?”

“A bond?”

The Clan Lord laughed as if he had heard a very amusing joke.

“I didn’t know you cared about such things.”

“Oh, well…”

Yerin’s voice trailed off.

It wasn’t exactly about sibling affection but rather a hint of sympathy for Yejun, who was treated like a mere pawn.

After laughing for a while, the Clan Lord composed his expression into one of seriousness.

“From now on, you don’t need to be tied down by such weak emotions.”

“Father.”

“What you should think about is only the great achievements that the Dang Clan will achieve in the future.”

The Clan Lord nailed down his point.

Yerin’s gaze turned cold.

In the end, her own children were merely tools of necessity, nothing more.

And yet he acted as if he were a concerned father. It was laughable.

At that moment, the Clan Lord suddenly spoke.

“Yerin.”

“Yes?”

“What do you think is the weakness of the Dang Clan’ current vision?”

The sudden question made Yerin narrow her eyes.

The current vision of the Dang Clan was the use of extreme poison through the Serlucho.

And the weakness of that extreme poison was undeniably.

“The existence of an antidote.”

The spirits using Serlucho, notably the Snow Flower of the North Sea Ice Palace and the Millennium Snow Flower Pill.

In particular, the Millennium Snow Flower Pill had a complete antidote effect against poisons made using Serlucho.

The Clan Lord’s smile deepened a little more.

Though it didn’t look very joyful.

“You know well.”

It was impossible not to know.

The antidote effect was one of the main reasons for the rift between the North Sea Ice Palace and the Dang Clan.

The Clan Lord, after pondering for a moment, glanced up and stared at Yerin.

“Have you thought about my proposal?”

“I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

“Indeed, I thought so.”

Nodding, the Clan Lord lowered his voice subtly and continued.

“In that case, as a father, I should assist my daughter in making a difficult decision.”

…What is he talking about now?

Yerin looked at the Clan Lord with suspicion.

“So.”

Starting the conversation, the Clan Lord took out a small porcelain jar from his sleeve.

Clink.

The sound of the porcelain jar hitting the side table was unusually clear.

“I want to show you this.”

“What is it?”

“It’s faster to see it with your own eyes than to explain it with a hundred words. Open it.”

The Clan Lord gestured towards the porcelain jar.

“…”

Yerin took the jar with a doubtful hand.

The lid was so tightly sealed that it took quite a while to open without breaking the jar.

And then.

‘This is…’

The contents caused a look of shock to appear on Yerin’s face.

The Clan Lord proudly declared.

“This is a new vision of the Dang Clan that we are researching.”

The Clan Lord likely thought Yerin wouldn’t know what it was, which is why he directly showed her the poison.

But Yerin knew exactly what it was.

‘Did they even dabble in Gu poison?’

Gu poison.

It is a type of poison made by trapping various insects, beasts, and plants containing poison in one place.

The creatures trapped inside kill and devour each other to survive, and eventually, only one with the most potent poison remains.

The method of making it is extremely cruel, and the poison itself is intensely deadly.

A person poisoned by Gu poison will bleed from all body openings and writhe in excruciating pain before dying.

For this reason, it is considered taboo among righteous sects.

‘Moreover, despite the effort to create it, its limitations are quite clear.’

The toxicity is certain.

However, Gu poison is highly visible in its symptoms, making it unsuitable for the purpose of “secretly killing.”

It means it lacks practicality despite its cruelty.

“What exactly is this poison?”

Yerin asked, trying to probe the Clan Lord.

But.

“That is not something you need to know.”

Perhaps worried that Yerin would show aversion, the Clan Lord drew a line on the nature of the poison.

“What’s important is that we have found the potential for a new vision in our sect.”

“And this item is the embodiment of that potential?”

“Yes. You’re quick to understand.”

The Clan Lord’s gaze toward Yerin showed satisfaction.

“Of course, it’s still incomplete. There are many flaws.”

“Flaws?”

“The toxicity is excellent, but the symptoms of poisoning are obvious. As it stands, the poison would be discovered as soon as it is used.”

At that moment, Yerin’s expression slightly hardened.

‘It’s a characteristic of Gu poison.’

In the end, the Clan Lord had practically confirmed it was Gu poison with his own words.

“Then, to summarize what Father is saying.”

Yerin glanced down at the Gu poison in the jar.

Its heavy, pitch-black color was eerie.

“This poison, though incomplete, holds the potential to create extreme poisons without antidotes in the future. Is that the correct understanding?”

“Yes, that’s roughly how you should understand it for now.”

The Clan Lord responded and closed the jar’s lid.

Clack.

The sound of the lid closing was as thunderous as ever.

The Clan Lord slowly caressed the jar and continued.

“However, completing this poison requires special materials, which we have not yet obtained.”

Special materials?

Yerin’s face momentarily showed confusion.

Even with the poisonous plants, insects, and beasts used to make Gu poison, the resulting toxicity should already be more than sufficient.

“What are these materials?”

“Well, you haven’t accepted my proposal yet, have you?”

The Clan Lord shook his head firmly.

“Let’s discuss that only after you’ve accepted my proposal.”

With the care of someone handling the most precious treasure in the world, the Clan Lord carefully put the porcelain jar back into his sleeve.

He then straightened up and stared directly at Yerin.

“However, what I can assure you is that our newly completed vision will be truly perfect.”

“Perfect means…?”

“No antidote, no obvious symptoms of poisoning.”

There was a faint excitement in the Clan Lord’s voice.

“Those who die by our vision will pass away quietly, not even knowing why they are dying.”

The Clan Lord clenched his fists.

The emotion lurking deep in his eyes was unmistakable madness.

“You must understand that showing you this vision is somewhat of a risk for me as well.”

The Clan Lord twisted the corners of his lips into a smile as he continued to look at Yerin.

“I can only hope that my efforts will help you make a positive decision.”

“I will take it to heart.”

“Good, good.”

The Clan Lord seemed quite pleased with Yerin’s obedient response.

He brushed his beard and changed the subject.

“By the way, it seems I will be away for a while.”

“You’ll be away?”

“Yes. It’s quite embarrassing that you visited the Sect only for this to happen.”

His tone was genuinely warm, as if he were a caring father thinking of his daughter.

“Make yourself comfortable while I’m gone. After all, this is your family home.”

“Thank you. But since you’re leaving so suddenly, it must be urgent?”

Yerin subtly probed the Clan Lord.

The Clan Lord squinted and shook his head.

“I can’t tell you that right now. We’re not ‘true family’ yet, after all.”