FRGNM -Chapter 105 Formidable Battle Aura

No wonder he hadn’t noticed that she was also using battle aura all this time. Her battle aura, once entering a body, would actively consume any poison within and force the remaining toxins to a single point. Even a Great Luo Immortal wouldn’t know such a technique existed.

Focusing his mind, Luo Mingyu followed the path of the silver needles. With this full-scale tracking, he could clearly see Ling Ruoxi’s technique: all the needles connected, forming a strange pattern. A battle aura that wasn’t his own spread through his body, completely encapsulating the poison.

But as his consciousness traced her movements, it was suddenly reflected back, and the fine threads of aura seemed like tiny eyes watching him. A gravitational force surged, threatening to drag away his last remaining awareness.

Luo Mingyu’s face changed dramatically. He quickly retreated, unleashing another black battle aura from within, forcibly pulling his consciousness free.

“Clang!” The moment Ling Ruoxi’s right hand landed, it felt as if she had struck the bottom of a hot iron cauldron. The searing heat threatened to burn her hand, accompanied by an overwhelming murderous aura. Ling Ruoxi tensed, staring in shock at the scene before her.

The black battle aura twisted and coiled like ancient tree roots, tightly bound together. In an instant, it coursed along Luo Mingyu’s heart, vanishing into his body.

Unknowingly, Ling Ruoxi was drenched in sweat. Trembling, she moved her fingers to press against Luo Mingyu’s heart. What was that thing just now?

The black energy—it seemed like battle aura, yet not. It was another kind of power. But on this continent, what else could exist besides battle aura? And how could black battle aura even exist here?

At the moment Ling Ruoxi touched his heart, the man lying down suddenly opened his eyes. His strong hand gripped her wrist, and his black eyes were filled with unfamiliarity.

“Lo… Luo Mingyu…” Even Ling Ruoxi didn’t realize how much her voice trembled, her whole body shaking.

Seeing him clearly, Luo Mingyu quickly withdrew his hand, using battle aura to push the silver needles away from his body. He reached out and gently held Ling Ruoxi’s head. “What’s wrong? Afraid I won’t wake up? Don’t worry. You haven’t even considered who your man is—there’s no way I won’t wake up. Come, I’ll dissolve the formation.”

With a wave of his right hand, the people on the streets outside moved freely again, chatting and laughing. Time seemed only temporarily suspended. Luo Mingyu quickly dressed, glancing at Ling Ruoxi’s pale face. “What’s wrong? Looking so grim—are you tired?”

“N-no… Luo Mingyu, that black thing just now… what was it?” The intense murderous aura nearly awakened the killing intent within her. How could the man before her possess such a presence?

That bloodthirsty aura… it must have required slaughtering countless lives, stepping on countless corpses to manifest such cold-blooded killing intent.

A glint of cold light flashed in Luo Mingyu’s starry-black eyes, yet he smiled faintly. “Black thing? How could I have a black thing?”

“No… I saw it! It entered your body, into your heart! Like… old tree roots, coiled together!” Ling Ruoxi instinctively stepped forward, touching his flat chest. She wished she was mistaken, but the murderous aura surging in her body confirmed it was real.

Luo Mingyu pressed her small hand gently and nodded with a smile. “That’s your first look at my life-bound magical beast. Didn’t I tell you? I have a Sacred Lynx. It’s black, and it protects its master. If I’m in danger, it acts on its own.”

“But that black aura… it had such strong killing intent, so powerful…”

“Fool, stop overthinking. The Sacred Lynx is naturally a killing beast; of course it has strong killing aura. Come on, let’s leave now. Your silver needles aren’t that strong—my battle aura is only restored to the fifth level. Looks like we’ll need you to prepare an antidote.” Luo Mingyu patted Ling Ruoxi’s head, slung an arm around her slender waist, and in a single leap, was already a hundred meters away.

The group that had just arrived rushed into the inn, searching the empty place. Thankfully, the two had left first. Otherwise, trouble would have ensued—Zizun-level battle aura practitioners are always highly sought after.

Han Jiutian glared at the room, noting the disheveled bedding and faint warmth. He quickly turned to Han Yue, asking coldly, “Yue’er, where are the two you mentioned just now? A Zizun battle aura practitioner appeared here—two men, embracing?”

He quickly unrolled a painting, pointing at the figures. “Are these them?”

“Eh? How did that man become so handsome? And this woman… isn’t this the same man? The one ordinary-looking man—this is him? And her smile toward the ugly man… it’s so elegant.” Han Yue stared blankly at the images. They looked like a perfect pair. Could it be that the Zizun practitioner deliberately hid his appearance?

Han Jiutian’s face darkened. “This is the information just released by Beining Kingdom—capture the two on the scroll. That man is the Young Master of Qiongyu; the woman is Ling Ruoxi.”

“Ah? Ling Ruoxi? That woman is a waste, and supposedly ugly—how could…” Han Yue had also seen the woman on the scroll. She was beautiful, far from ugly.

Han Jiutian shook his head. “I don’t know. Rumors always contain some falsehood. Beautiful people naturally attract envy. Find out where those two went immediately! Better to offend a Zizun battle aura practitioner than to go against Qiongyu Island.”

“Yes!” The surrounding guards responded quietly and quickly searched outside.

Meanwhile, the message sent by Han Jiutian reached Nangong Qin. That shrewd man immediately wrote to Qiongyu Island, causing another team of assassins to rush toward Duanyun Kingdom.

At each town, Ling Ruoxi dared not linger, only buying simple supplies, then boarded a carriage with Luo Mingyu. Here, it was best not to use the magical beast—it would attract attention and bring trouble.

Holding a letter, Luo Mingyu tapped his fingers and looked up, smiling faintly. “I didn’t expect them to mobilize Beining Kingdom’s forces. Want to see?”

“What is it?” Ling Ruoxi took the letter and turned pale. The letter clearly detailed that their movements had been exposed and most of the assassins were headed toward Duanyun Kingdom. Extreme caution was necessary—otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

How could their movements have been exposed? Could it be… that woman from that day? Ling Ruoxi frowned, realizing this man was increasingly enigmatic. Even she didn’t know what he was thinking.

Wasn’t he the Young Master of Qiongyu? Why did Qiongyu Island send so many men to hunt him? Luo Mingyu—what is your true identity?

“Come, we’re about to meet our first friend. Come out.” They quickly disembarked, Luo Mingyu drawing back the carriage curtain with a faint smile.

This stop wasn’t in a town but in a forest. In the forest stood a small house, surrounded by water. Chickens pecked nearby, and a little yellow dog squatted in front, alertly watching the approaching pair.

“Little Yellow, long time no see. You’ve grown so much.” Luo Mingyu laughed heartily, clapping his hands.

The little yellow dog suddenly shivered, its eyes glowing. In a flash, it leapt out, pinning Luo Mingyu to the ground with a “thump.”

Ling Ruoxi had only seen the head before and didn’t know the dog’s size. Seeing Luo Mingyu pinned, she gasped. The dog was almost human-sized, similar to a Husky, a countryside breed, with small upright ears and a soft tongue licking Luo Mingyu’s face.

Luo Mingyu’s face twisted. He tried to shield himself, but the small body couldn’t withstand the dog’s assault. He slapped at the dog, shouting, “You old rascal! Did you eat your own poop again? Go away, don’t lick me!”

“Pfft, hahaha!” Ling Ruoxi burst out laughing, almost choking on her own saliva. Even Luo Mingyu could get bullied like this.

The yellow dog wagged its tail and looked at Ling Ruoxi, lowering its head to lick her.

“That’s enough! I don’t want to be licked.” Ling Ruoxi snapped a branch and shoved it into the dog’s mouth, glaring at it.

The embarrassed dog whimpered and ran into the house.

Luo Mingyu’s back nearly broke under the dog’s weight. He touched his bones, screamed, and fell into the river, sending his clothes flying. The fastidious man nearly scrubbed his own skin off trying to clean himself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect Little Yellow to greet you first. But I promise it has quit that bad habit!” Ling Ruoxi said, sitting on a bamboo chair with a frown.

The man in green smiled faintly, stroking Little Yellow. “You… why are you always causing trouble for Mingyu? Come, Mingyu, have some tea…”

He poured two cups, one for Luo Mingyu and one for Ling Ruoxi.

Despite his delicate features, his eyes were always closed, giving him a slightly sickly look. His snow-white skin made him seem ethereal, like a forest elf.

“Mingyu, who is this lady beside you?” The man smiled faintly, pouring flower tea into their cups.