Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

The first thing that caught my eye was the ominous message about vengeance.

But for Sister Seol and Hwa-eun, something else stood out.

There were martial arts inscriptions and written texts etched into the stone walls.

"This…!"

"It's the Five Poisons Returning to the Origin Art (O-dok-gwi-won-shin-gong) technique manual, So-ryong!"

"Why is this here…?"

"This is the martial art you've been practicing?"

Hwa-eun was right. The inscriptions were unmistakably the martial art I had been learning—complete with training instructions and guiding principles.

At first, I was excited, thinking this could help refine my techniques.@@novelbin@@

But as I read further—

I stumbled upon something insane.

"Once you have reached the Eleventh Stage of Five Poisons Mastery, you must behead the five venomous creatures you have bonded with, drink their blood, and boil their bodies with ginseng, angelica root, and poria mushroom for three days before consuming the elixir. Only then will you fully master the Five Poisons Returning to the Origin Art."

'These people were completely insane.'

Since this technique was based on Beast Heart Arts, it naturally required a strong bond between the practitioner and their venomous creatures.

But now, at the peak of their training, they were expected to murder their own bonded creatures, drink their blood, and boil them down into medicine?

No wonder these lunatics were wiped out.

"Hwa-eun, lend me your lantern."

"My lantern? Why?"

I took the lantern from her hands, pulled out the oil wick, and burned the twisted passage immediately.

I made sure it was completely unreadable—reduced to nothing but blackened soot.

Flames flickered, consuming the depraved inscription, leaving behind only charred rock.

Sure, I had eaten snakes and scorpions for survival in Hainan.

But those were wild creatures, not companions I had bonded with.

These people were raising venomous creatures only to slaughter them in a deranged ritual, as if they were brewing some dark sorcery.

‘Telling me to kill my daughters, drink their blood, and eat them boiled like some demonic cult? Absolutely not.’

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