Poison Genius Consort

Little Qi’s body, etc.

Head Elder Ling silently allowed him to ramble, so Academy Head Gu ended up talking listlessly from night til dawn.
Both of them were sitting cross-legged on the floor right in front of Little Qi.
While both of them were reminiscing over the past, neither realized that Little Qi had long opened those long, narrow eyes of his…to hear everything!

He had already stopped breathing and his pulse was dead, but he was still clearly alive and feeling every bit of pain.
He had no idea what was going on with his body, but neither did he care.
He was a freak from the moment he was conceived in his mother’s womb.
What was the point of so many questions?

Little Qi was already 14 years old.
His innocent childish looks had been replaced with the dashing air of a young man, his features no longer fine or exquisite but carrying a hint of his devastating beauty instead.
Those long, slender eyes were of special note, narrowed dangerously and with a vicious glint that spoke of poison behind its bewitching allure.
He was currently locked to a cross-shaped rack and clearly a prisoner, but the arrogant, demonic enmity spilling from those eyes seem to look scornfully down at the two men below him.
As he stared at them, his bloodstained lips suddenly curved into a cold smile filled with self-mocking and pain.

His first six years in the Poison Sect’s forbidden grounds—all those precious memories he’d carefully hoarded away as fond reminiscences—were nothing but part of a conspiracy and completely worthless! His entire existence had been nothing but a plot by someone else’s hands.
It had been eight years since he turned six, and every one of them was filled with torment!

Gu Yuntian,1 just you wait.
There’ll come a day when I make you regret ever birthing a monster like me!

Gu Yuntian had taught him the poison arts since he was young.
Why would the upright head of the medical academy even have such knowledge on hand? Little Qi had lived in Head Elder Ling’s courtyard since childhood.
How could any of the medical academy’s more sordid transactions escape his eyes? In the past, he never paid attention to such details, but now they would be the ammunition he needed to take his revenge.
One day, he would not only ruin Gu Yuntian, but the very medical academy that birthed, raised, and wrecked him!

Academy Head Gu rambled on until he drifted off to sleep, so Head Elder Ling softly got to his feet.
He had already ordered people to make arrangements to preserve Little Qi’s body when he absently felt the child’s pulse, only to see that it’d turned back to normal.

“Academy Head!” Head Elder Ling’s exclamation rang through the entire secret chamber.
Academy Head Gu woke up from his dreams to hear Head Elder Ling’s cries of alarm.
“Academy Head, Little Qi isn’t dead! He’s not dead!”

Academy Head Gu practically jumped to his feet and went to test for Little Qi’s breathing with a finger below his nostrils.
He discovered that Little Qi really had breath, then quickly moved to check his pulse.
It had returned to normal, but not Little Qi’s standard of ‘normal.’ Instead, it resembled the pulse rate of a completely ordinary human being!

The pestilence in his body had been cured! And the unusual pulse Little Qi had developed after years of imbibing medicine was gone as well.

What happened?

Academy Head Gu and Head Elder Ling exchanged glances of alarm.
They quickly took Little Qi off the rack to begin a thorough examination.

“Everything’s returned to normal…but how can this be…” Head Elder Ling didn’t know what to say.

Academy Head Gu frowned, his expression turning solemn.
His mouth kept on muttering ‘this is impossible’ as he checked and re-checked Little Qi’s pulse, body, and ran multiple tests with his acupuncture needles.
The results were all the same.
The boy lying on the low narrow couch before them was a little pale with a weak pulse, but ultimately no different from any ordinary human.
If not for his face, Academy Head Gu might even suspect this was a different child altogether from his Little Qi.

“Has he…gone into a coma?” Head Elder Ling asked hesitantly.

Academy Head Gu thought over all the words he said throughout the night.
His first reaction was to take out the dagger hidden on his body and prepare to finish off Little Qi, but he stopped himself at the last second.
Just like he said, he couldn’t bear to lose this hard-won child.

“Let’s…wait and see,” he finally relented.

For the next three days, the two of them watched over Little Qi without sleeping, but the boy seemed completely normal besides his unconscious state.
Academy Head Gu couldn’t accept it, while Head Elder Ling only fretted.
The two of them began to use all sorts of ruthless methods in an attempt to wake him up, just to test whether Little Qi was faking it.

The cruelest thing they did was stab the space under Little Qi’s nails full of needles, but the boy didn’t even twitch or furrow his brows.

But did he really feel no pain?

Little Qi had been in constant torment for the past eight years.
Instead of building up resistance to pain, he’d grown extremely sensitive to the slightest provocation.
But his driving hatred allowed him to endure this torture! He had to last until the very end!

Since Little Qi didn’t even wake up from nail torture, Academy Head Gu and Head Elder Ling finally believed that he had fallen into a coma.
Still, they couldn’t figure out how he had come back from the dead only to be stuck sleeping.
Why had his vital signs all reverted to a normal human’s? Their two days and nights’ worth of study yielded no results.

What were they supposed to do with Little Qi if he was unconscious? It would be a waste to throw him away, but they couldn’t perform any experiments on him like this, either.
His existence now posed a danger to them…

Gu Yuntian (顾云天) – Academy Head Gu’s full name. Gu is the surname, the same Gu found in Gu Qishao and Gu Beiyue. Yuntian means “cloudy sky.” It is currently unclear whether he is the exact same medical academy head who was Gu Beiyue’s grandfather, as many surnames are shared in China between people with no familial relations whatsoever.
(Case in point: Chu Xifeng versus the Chu Clan.)