FRGNM -Chapter 103 Escaping Together

His pupils suddenly constricted, as if he had realized the most terrifying possibility. Nangong Qin’s expression changed drastically. The Blood Demon Scythe—who in the current continent could possess such a weapon? That man, who claimed to be the Young Master of Qiongyu, was… that person!

The man who could destroy half the continent with a wave of his hand, whose stomp could ruin the entire land—he… he really was…

Suddenly, the dragon throne in front of her was shattered. The woman seated there raised her phoenix-like eyes slightly and smiled coldly. “Evil King, you really are amusing. After spending so much time, all you wanted was to complete the final ritual, wasn’t it? That woman… what’s her name?”

“The Island Master, that woman’s name is Ling Ruoxi. She’s the only useless woman in Beining Kingdom—she can’t use battle aura. Six years ago, she was the one who cured Luo Mingyu’s poison. Back then, he went to the Sea of Books behind our backs, and the person from the outer world dealt a ruthless blow.” The standing woman spoke softly, reporting everything in detail.

The seated woman’s eyes brightened as she fiddled with her long hair, a smile curling her lips. She gently stroked her hair and chuckled. “Interesting. Ling Ruoxi? Hahaha… so it’s that little slut. How amusing. Issue the orders: no assassin shall harm Ling Ruoxi. I want to see what that little slut can do, what skills she has!”

Standing up quickly, the woman adjusted her posture, applied makeup in the mirror, then arranged her long hair and smiled seductively. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my sister. I wonder how she’s faring in prison. But that’s fine—later I’ll mention her child. She should be very excited.”

Supporting the woman in front, the standing aide responded softly, “Island Master, isn’t this a bit inappropriate? After so many years, her child’s whereabouts are unknown. If you capture the child and then tell her, watching them kill each other… wouldn’t that be even more interesting?”

“You don’t understand. Hahaha, this is just the beginning!”

The vast, beautiful landscape at this moment allowed no time for appreciation. Ling Ruoxi felt a bit dazed. For the past six years, she had been on Liuli Island, and her understanding of Beining Kingdom’s capital was limited—she didn’t even know how to leave Beining Kingdom.

The route she had taken from Liuli Island was hardly the best escape path. In fact, it made her easier to catch by pursuers.

“Luo Mingyu, has your battle aura recovered?” On the carriage, Ling Ruoxi looked at the man sitting cross-legged in front of her, frowning. She reached out to touch his forehead, then poked his face.

Was this man even okay? Could her drug really be that powerful, draining all of Luo Mingyu’s battle aura? She wanted to brew antidotes, but… on the road, how could she possibly do that?

After a long while, Luo Mingyu finally opened his eyes and looked at Ling Ruoxi, clutching his chest. “They say women are poison. I think… I’ve been poisoned by you.”

“Focus. Has it recovered or not?”

“No.”

Helplessly, Luo Mingyu looked at Ling Ruoxi. This was his unluckiest moment in centuries. In all those hundreds of years, he had never been caught off guard—but for this woman, he short-circuited his brain and ended up in the poison.

What made Luo Mingyu even more bitter was that Ling Ruoxi had referenced his battle aura for the drug. Did she not even think to check first? His battle aura wasn’t like ordinary people’s. The energy within it—how could she have known?

Damn it! No matter how much he blamed her now, it was too late. Luo Mingyu held his forehead with one hand. Even if he used every method he knew, his restored battle aura was barely one-tenth of what it had been.

It was barely enough to keep him alive. This woman’s dosage was ruthless—he had no idea when he would fully recover. If it stayed this way forever, he might as well go smash himself to death.

Seeing the helplessness in Luo Mingyu’s eyes, Ling Ruoxi could only smile wryly. “Fine, fine, no recovery, forget it. Where are we going now? This route seems strange.”

“This way?” Luo Mingyu frowned at the familiar area and said coldly, “We can’t go this way. The Island Master of Qiongyu Immortal Island now knows my identity. He will strike from here. There are three routes in Beining Kingdom: one through the Bamboo Sea to Qiongyu Island, another is the path you came from Liuli Island, and the third leads to Duanyun Kingdom.”

“Duanyun Kingdom is one of the powers Qiongyu Immortal Island fears. Heading there… and I also have friends in Duanyun Kingdom. They can hold off pursuers for a while.” Even the Island Master wouldn’t know they would change direction—not back, but toward Duanyun.

Supporting her chin with one hand, Ling Ruoxi asked, puzzled, “Duanyun Kingdom is feared by Qiongyu Island? Is it because of Zizun, so they…”

“It’s not that simple. Duanyun has Zizun, yes, but more importantly, manpower and influence. Qiongyu Island is just an island. Duanyun is vast and strong; if angered, even in mutual destruction, they could wipe out Qiongyu. They can also pressure other major powers. We’ll rest today in the small town at Sanli. Be careful; there might be assassins around!” Luo Mingyu’s eyes glinted sharply as he took a deep breath.

Unless a major incident occurred, even the assassins they encountered could be dealt with in minutes.

This was Ling Ruoxi’s first time in another town of Qiongyu Island in six years. Compared to the capital, this place was less bustling but more approachable, more genuine, and the laughter felt sincere. Their eyes showed that this was how they treated true friends.

Ling Ruoxi didn’t know why she noticed, only that this city felt much better than what she had seen before.

Despite losing his battle aura, Luo Mingyu still radiated charisma. The moment they entered the town, all eyes turned to him. The intense gazes seemed to devour him entirely.

Women on the street quickly approached but dared not get too close. They merely looked from a distance, captivated by his looks. Who knew where this incredibly handsome man had come from?

“Luo Mingyu, maybe you should change your appearance. You aren’t escaping—you’re clearly trying to flirt with other women!”

Smiling faintly, Luo Mingyu hugged Ling Ruoxi’s waist. “Jealous? Don’t worry. I treat other women like porcelain vases—won’t look twice.”

“Humph!” Ling Ruoxi crossed her arms, snorting in disdain.

Yet the two of them were too eye-catching. Ling Ruoxi’s flawless beauty was on full display. Men on the street glared at her as if they wanted to devour her.

Luo Mingyu’s face darkened. He gripped Ling Ruoxi’s wrist and exuded a domineering aura toward the men.

“Relax. I’ll pretend I’m blind and can’t see them. Don’t get angry either.” Ling Ruoxi smiled and tapped Luo Mingyu’s cheek. Her smug expression almost made him spit blood.

“Let’s go—disguise ourselves!” Luo Mingyu finally lost patience and led Ling Ruoxi into a nearby clothing shop.

Every man wants his woman to belong only to him, showing her best side. Luo Mingyu was no exception. He hated these men staring at her like that.

Yet Luo Mingyu was wrong to think a disguise would help. Far from it! Ling Ruoxi, beautiful as a celestial maiden, even in male attire, was striking. A simple pale outfit accentuated her aura. Surprisingly, the male disguise added a touch of sharpness, reduced softness, and even her expression carried a trace of aloofness.

Finally, Luo Mingyu had to change his own face using battle aura. Qiongyu’s target was him, not Ling Ruoxi. Even in male attire, she wouldn’t be recognized.

He raised his teacup and waited. Those around him glanced toward Luo Mingyu. His plain face carried a faint smile, like a spring breeze. Its purity bewildered them, making them stare instinctively.

Even with a changed face, a person’s aura can’t be easily altered—especially one who has practiced a disguise for a long time.

“What are you staring at one man for? Disgusting!” A woman entering the shop paused, sensing a pure aura and glancing at the man in pale blue. Yet he was just an ordinary man. His plain face, if lost in a crowd, could be spotted easily.

She usually had a keen eye, so why would she notice such a man today? Han Yue snorted coldly. Her guards opened a path, and she sat down.

The waiter quickly poured the best tea and served it to Han Yue. Regulars naturally knew her preferences.

“Today’s unlucky. I thought I saw a man I liked, but it’s just a country bumpkin.” Han Yue glanced at Luo Mingyu’s simple tea, buns, and vegetables, coldly laughing.

The pale blue outfit was plain, not silk or brocade. At the end of the day, he was a poor man.

Ugly and poor, yet possessing such an aura—that frustrated Han Yue.

No wonder—Luo Mingyu was a Zizun battle aura practitioner. His aura could transform his face. Only someone stronger could discern his true face.

“The country bumpkin is carefree, unlike you, Miss. Worrying for no reason,” Luo Mingyu said with a lazy smile, pouring tea, looking at the woman with disdain.

Women like her were everywhere—he wouldn’t bother with all of them.

“Hmph. Worrying unnecessarily is better than being a country bumpkin like you. Annoying. Let’s go!” Han Yue got up abruptly, turning to leave.

But the next moment, her feet couldn’t move.