FRGNM -Chapter 100 You Lost

Eyes blazing red, Ling Ruoxi suddenly struck the night wolf on the head. The night wolf, now streaked with silver, let out a wail and fell to the ground with a thud, moving a few times before completely losing its life force.

Quickly feeding the pill into the silver wolf’s mouth, Ling Ruoxi moved fast. Silver needles flickered, the threads connecting swiftly, sewing up the wolf’s abdomen. Under the medicine’s effect, the wolf was only slightly weakened. Its tiny paws rested on Ling Ruoxi’s knees, gently rubbing her legs.

“Really, that little dog got ahead of me again.” The man standing in the crowd only smiled slightly. Watching the duel end, he allowed the black-clad men to leave, then unfolded the letter in his hand. So that’s why the silver wolf has such an inner core. Even after being gravely injured, it could still endure a fight with a ferocious tiger. Of course—it’s a rare treasure.

It had actively bonded with her, which was perfect. She liked the silver wolf, and it liked her back. As a magical beast, there was nothing wrong with that.

This time, however, the magical beast stole the spotlight.

On the stage, Ling Ruoxi was sweating profusely, quickly sewing the silver wolf’s wounds with hands like lightning. With the pill’s aid, the torn abdomen visibly healed before her eyes.

“Little White, hang in there!” She patted the wolf’s neck, sweat dripping from her forehead. No matter her power, she couldn’t fully unleash it at this moment.

Yuan Yuan, sword in hand, snorted coldly, tapping the tip lightly. “Now, you see the gap between us? With such a worthless silver wolf, how could you possibly win?”

The night wolf on the ground groaned, its front paws dragging, unable to rise. It had clearly injured the silver wolf—yet what force had repelled it?

Ling Ruoxi raised the corners of her mouth. As the final step landed, she swiftly tore the threads, coldly meeting Yuan Yuan’s gaze. Slowly standing, she casually placed her hand on her waist. “Worthless? I’ll show you what true garbage is!”

With that, her figure advanced. Her right hand rested on her waist, lifting a sharp black dagger with a trace of bloodlust, like a blade forged in hell. Its reflective edge made the onlookers’ hair stand on end.

Even more terrifying was the aura she exuded—a coldness that swept over like a winter wind, stinging the cheeks.

A woman without any Dou Qi had become the focus of everyone’s attention. Even without Qi, she dominated the situation.

Those were the eyes of a true powerhouse, pupils sparkling like stars, exuding waves of chilling authority. Her cold gaze commanded awe.

Too dominant, too dazzling—it overshadowed all her previous flaws.

“You…” Yuan Yuan was slightly shocked, not expecting this transformation. She instinctively stepped back, then froze. She was an Orange-level Dou Qi master—could she really be afraid of this woman?

Yuan Yuan snorted, extending her right hand. Sword drawn, the fierce wind surged, immense pressure barreling toward Ling Ruoxi.

Ling Ruoxi’s cold eyes flickered. She merely smiled, letting the orange Dou Qi rush past. Lifting her hand, the dagger grazed the Qi, sparks flying. Her body twisted in an impossible motion, waist bending and stretching fluidly, dagger striking forward at an odd angle.

This was the first move of the Poison Manual, Sea Sand, like the weight of the deep ocean. Its strange body movement followed no conventional rules.

Yuan Yuan was dumbfounded. Before she could react, the cold dagger was at her neck.

Her long hair fluttered. Ling Ruoxi’s hand pressed on Yuan Yuan’s neck, voice cold: “Garbage? That’s someone without courage! You’re just a tool, even with Dou Qi, you’re no match for me. Leave—with your beast.”

She flicked her hand. The silver needle pierced the night wolf’s neck. The immobilized wolf immediately sprang up, eyes wide and alert, staring at Ling Ruoxi.

Coldly smiling, Ling Ruoxi turned, picking up the silver wolf. “Clear enough who won, right? Or do you want to continue until someone admits defeat?”

Her aura completely overpowered the opponent. But there was no way Yuan Yuan could beat this woman—it was impossible.

“Ling Ruoxi, I…”

“Run naked.” Ling Ruoxi raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. She glanced at the woman behind her.

The silver wolf in her arms stabilized. Its upward-slanted eyes looked at Ling Ruoxi, affectionately extending its tongue to lick her neck.

The man in the crowd smiled faintly, hooking his hand around Ling Ruoxi’s shoulder. “Not bad. Little White deserves praise too, though the victory could have been more spectacular. If… it were at its peak, it could’ve annihilated easily.”

A mischievous smile sent a shiver down one’s spine. He reached to stroke the wolf’s blood-stained fur. “Well done. A woman is to be protected. A magical beast must protect its master—that’s the ultimate purpose. Little White, now I ask you: will you bond with my woman, live and die with her, never abandoning her?”

“Auoo!” The silver wolf in Ling Ruoxi’s arms responded softly, pressing its paw on her arm.

Its sharp claw grazed her pale hand, crimson blood dripping, yet the blood in midair vanished instantly.

Ling Ruoxi froze. Before she could react, the silver wolf vanished. In that one second of disappearance, she reached forward instinctively—but caught nothing. “Little White? Where did you go?”

“Fool.” Luo Mingyu’s lips curled in a faint smile. “Once bonded, it naturally goes to your magical beast space. There, it can heal, and it will appear when you call.”

“You mean I can do this too? I don’t even have Dou Qi!” Excited, Ling Ruoxi tapped her face. She remembered the books stating only Dou Qi users could have beasts. Then how…?

Dou Qi user? Luo Mingyu raised an eyebrow. “Who told you that? The books say only Dou Qi users can have beasts because they have the power to capture them. But all humans have a latent space—like your storage ring, which opens via artifact. The beast space is created through your conscious space. Every person has consciousness, so you can have a beast space too. Now, my dear wife, let’s go home.”

“…”

Of course, news of Ling Ruoxi defeating an Orange-level Dou Qi master never spread through Bei Ning. What did spread was her bet with Yuan Yuan, forcing the capital’s top courtesan to run naked three laps around the city.

Though veiled to prevent public viewing, and with replacements running later, the humiliation was complete. Ling Ruoxi had thoroughly destroyed Yuan Yuan’s pride.

“Hmph! Ling Ruoxi, worthless, incompetent—how do you explain this now? My face is ruined, even my sisters in the brothel mock me!” Yuan Yuan hurled her teacup, glaring at the man before her.

It was he who said that if Ling Ruoxi were humiliated, Luo Mingyu would leave her! He never expected the outcome would turn out this way.

The seated man merely snorted, spinning his ring as he watched Yuan Yuan. “You’re just a courtesan. Running naked on the street is nothing. Mockery? That’s trivial. Since you chose this path, why fear ridicule? The woman’s silver wolf isn’t simple—it blocked a high-level night wolf’s attack and even countered it. That force… no weak silver wolf could possess it. But if it’s not a silver wolf, then what beast is it? I’ve seen every beast on the Immortal Island for centuries.”

Courtesan! Yuan Yuan’s rage flared. She shot up, eyes wide, staring at Lo Song. “I am not a courtesan! I am the capital’s top socialite! I sell performance, not my body!”

“Falling into a brothel—what else can you call it? In my eyes, there’s no difference between you,” Lo Song said coldly, adjusting his clothes. “And don’t throw a tantrum in front of me—I hate dealing with troublemakers.”

“You despicable, shameless man!” Yuan Yuan roared, reaching for his neck.

Lo Song snorted, spinning his ring. “Ignorant. I despise such women.”

The hand spinning the ring froze. The person leaping from behind seemed frozen mid-air, eyes locked on Lo Song. Fsh! Like an overinflated balloon bursting, the body flew backward, crashing onto the tea table.

Eyes bulging, cold, staring ahead—refusing to die in peace.

The man ahead snorted, walking forward without a glance. “Looks like I have to act myself. Luo Mingyu, alone I can’t defeat you, but a group? That’s different. I, Lo Song, have a thousand ways to kill you!”

A cold wind brushed past. Luo Mingyu shivered instinctively, glancing to the horizon. That uneasy feeling—what exactly was it?