Xiao Yixian had a dream—one that felt long and distant. In that dream, she lived an entirely different life.
At first, everything seemed similar. She was still a young healer, just as in reality. But in this dream, she never met Xiao Yan as a child, nor did she ever set foot in Wu Tan City. Instead, she stayed near the edge of the Magical Beast Mountain Range, living a quiet life in a small town, treating the sick and injured.
One day, during an unexpected adventure, she stumbled across a hidden treasure. That discovery, however, brought disaster instead of fortune. Mercenaries she had once saved turned on her, hunting her down for the secret. In desperation and betrayal, she followed the instructions written on a scroll found within the treasure and awakened a cursed constitution—the Woeful Poison Body.
Her original intent had been simple: survival. But the result far exceeded her expectations. The release of the Woeful Poison Body's power ended in catastrophe, annihilating every life in that peaceful town. When she regained consciousness and saw the sea of corpses around her, terror gripped her soul. Without turning back, she fled.
Worse still, she soon discovered that the awakened body came with a terrible craving. No matter how hard she resisted, she would end up consuming poison. Her reason began to corrode, her temper grew erratic, and the number of people who died by her hands increased. Eventually, her original name faded from memory, replaced by a new one that spread fear across the continent—Heavenly Poison Woman.
In time, she accepted a bitter truth—she had been born from disaster, and she would bring disaster to the world.
Burying all her former kindness, she embraced a ruthless life. Alone, she traveled to the Chu Yun Empire, the land where the most poison masters gathered. It became her haven. There, she established a force known as the Poison Sect through blood and terror, dominating the empire under her rule.
Then one day, a black-haired young man entered her empire. He bore a striking resemblance to the Xiao Yan she knew, though he appeared more mature. The moment she saw his emotionless black eyes, she instinctively realized—he was her kind.
That man challenged several of her sect's strongholds, stealing many resources. When she learned of this, she was furious yet strangely amused. He was the only person in years who dared provoke her authority. So, she decided to confront him personally.
Their first battle ended without a clear victor. But she remembered him. Few ever survived an encounter with her. Yet after that clash, the black-haired man vanished. No matter how hard she searched, not even the vast intelligence network of the Poison Sect could locate him. It was as if he had never existed.
Sometime later, a power called the Hall of Souls approached her. They claimed they could help her suppress the Woeful Poison Body. After weighing her options, she agreed and became one of their honored Dou Zuns. Her new life in Central Plains began.
There, she was given a mission: assassinate a rapidly rising figure known as the Wrathful Demon Saint—who turned out to be none other than the black-haired man from before.
With the Hall of Souls' resources, she easily gathered all the information about him. The reports painted him as a villain—one who had killed his own father and brother, betrayed his teacher, and brought bloodshed to countless cities. He had become a target of every major power in Central Plains.
But even when faced with overwhelming odds, he always managed to survive. Each siege that should've been his death ended in miraculous escape. Though an enemy, she couldn't help but respect him. She knew, deep down, that she would never be able to survive the way he did.
Still, their opposing loyalties couldn't be ignored. When they met again, she tried to kill him without mercy. He returned the favor.
They fought many times, and the outcomes varied. But their final battle ended with her victory. The Demon Sovereign had been ambushed before encountering her and was gravely wounded. He could barely stand. Victory was hers for the taking.
Yet, when she stood over him, saw the blood-soaked but unyielding expression on his face, she hesitated. Her Dou Qi faded.
"You're not going to kill me?" he asked, blood dripping from his chin. There was surprise in his dark eyes.
"You were already injured before our fight. Killing you like this means nothing. Heal up. Then we'll settle things properly," she replied. For the first time, the Heavenly Poison Woman, feared across the lands, showed mercy.
"Interesting... I never thought you'd be capable of something like that. But if you think I'll owe you for sparing me, you're dead wrong," he sneered. "If I ever get the chance, Heavenly Poison Woman, I won't hesitate to finish you."
"Do as you please." She paused, glanced back at him, and added, "Though I doubt you'll ever get that chance."
She wasn't lying. The Hall of Souls' method was failing. The poison was slowly consuming her from within, and she knew her death was only a matter of time. Letting him live was not mercy—it was simply because she believed someone like him shouldn't die so pitifully.
So she returned to the quiet valley she had once discovered near the Magical Beast Mountain Range. There, she chose to live in seclusion. In those final days, she returned to her roots, living a simple life among herbs and remedies.
But the end came swiftly. She lay in a coffin she had prepared herself, letting the excruciating pain devour her. In her fading consciousness, a faint regret surfaced—something, or someone, was missing from her life.
The story should have ended there. But strangely, even in death, she seemed to remain aware of the world.
After the outbreak of her poison, the valley was transformed into a deadly swamp. Nothing survived. Only a toxic marsh remained.
Who knew how much time passed before the black-haired man returned? He stood silently at the place where she had once meditated. After a moment, he sighed.
"I came here to settle a score... but not even a body remains. What a pity..."
She was surprised. Someone... still remembered her?
But the nature of her death had left no remains. Her body had long since been consumed by her poison. In a way, that was a relief. At least he wouldn't see her in such a grotesque state.
He stayed by the marsh for a full day. Somehow, she felt his usual coldness had dimmed slightly. After he left, a pink flame ignited across the swamp, burning everything to ash.
That last part of the tale—Xiao Yan never shared with her.
…
The dream shifted.
She was once again the young healer—but this time, she had forgotten everything. Her past, her sorrow, her name. Still, something was different.
While fleeing from a pursuing magical beast, driven by panic, she stumbled into a hidden valley. There, by the campfire, sat a black-haired boy. Hearing her frantic cries, he looked up. The moment he saw her face, for the first time, the calm, unmoving depths of his eyes rippled with something unfamiliar…
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