FRGNM -Chapter 117 My Woman

“Heh, it seems you people from Qiong Yu Immortal Island understand our Night Clan quite well. Then you should also know—if we Night Clan members don’t open our eyes, there’s no way for you to kill us under these circumstances, right?” Qingyi’s lips curved in a cold, almost mocking smile.

The people opposite sneered, but at that moment, He Wuyun, who had somehow ended up in their hands, stood across from them. He looked at them anxiously. “Sis, don’t worry about me—go!”

“Now tell me, do you still dare open your eyes?” The man standing there sneered, stretching out his hand. A scroll unfurled before them.

On it was a woman dressed in cyan, standing gracefully like a celestial being, bending over to smell a pink lotus. Her smile was so enchanting it could make one’s heart skip a beat.

It was this stunningly beautiful woman, yet she looked exactly like the person standing before him! Even He Yunxu was stunned. The face was the same, though her clothing was plain black, her long hair tied up casually at the back—she had lost that ethereal aura but gained a commanding presence.

“The woman on this scroll… she’s your wife, isn’t she?” The standing man tossed the scroll aside indifferently, sneering. “Do you know why you lost hundreds of years ago? Because of arrogance. You challenged someone with your Dou Qi, and on your wedding day, your wife took a sword for you. Today, this woman looks the same. Will you let her take a sword for you again, so you can survive?”

His pupils constricted sharply. The standing man clenched his fists, warning in his gaze, eyes blazing. “What… do you mean?”

“Angry? Come on then! But with Dou Qi trash like you, you’ll always be like this. Let them die!” He extended his hand, and a cold dagger shot forward.

In an instant, the person across ran quickly, spreading his arms to block the dagger.

“And there?” The man smiled faintly, flicking his hand. Countless hidden arrows simultaneously aimed at the woman on the other side, the mechanisms triggering.

The concealed weapons flew in a flash, like lightning streaking forward.

“No… no, no! This isn’t what he wanted!”

Everything blood-red—his world was dyed in it. He still remembered that day: she had been so beautiful. Wearing a red dress, standing by his side, smiling sweetly. She said they could be together forever.

Yet… unable to resist provocation, he agreed to the duel. He was young and reckless then, just a Yellow-rank Dou Qi practitioner. When she rushed from the crowd, holding him tightly and exposing her back to the enemy, he knew—he was wrong.

Terribly wrong.

At that moment, he understood loss, understood being loved. She had said that when she grew up, she would marry him. She did, but he never cherished her, and she left his world forever.

“Forget me…”

How could he forget Qingqing, who was always by his side, sharing her heart? How could he forget that foolish girl who cooked for him, the face, the love—how could he ever forget her?

Tears slowly fell from his eyes. Purple Dou Qi spread forward. The previously fired hidden weapons shivered violently and exploded with a resonating bang.

Pressing his hand on He Wuyun’s shoulder, the strange figure appeared in front of He Yunxu, gently holding her waist, moving to another direction.

Boom! The massive explosion echoed. The standing man stared coldly ahead, walking slowly forward. “Who said the Night Clan’s fatal weakness is the eyes? Who said I don’t know Dou Qi or can’t fight?”

He lifted his head. Those sky-blue eyes scrutinized the enemy clearly.

This peculiar ability was unique to the Night Clan. Sharp light flickered in his eyes. As he walked forward, twin swords appeared in his hands. He gently touched them. “Long time no see, old friends.”

Clutching the twin swords coldly, he slashed casually. Purple light erupted. “Go back and tell your island master—I will repay everything done to the Night Clan! Scram!”

Bang! A tree in front exploded. The dozen or so attackers went pale, exchanged glances, and quickly retreated.

Closing his eyes slowly, Qingyi turned to the two in front of him. “Let’s go,” he said indifferently.

“Hey… you’re a Purple-rank?” He Yunxu quickly reached out to stop him. Squatting, she picked up the scroll—was the woman on it… his wife?

Qingyi nodded, gazing at the scroll. “Do you like her?”

“I…” She didn’t know what to say. After all, this was his wife…

“If you like her, keep her. Come with me.” He grabbed He Yunxu’s wrist and looked at He Wuyun. “Come on, kid. If you want to become the strongest of the strong, you need a mentor. Otherwise, you’ll be eliminated.”

Duan Yun Kingdom, Capital City.

The majestic capital, compared to Beining Kingdom, was millions of times grander. Ling Ruoxi was even more amazed—the city had nine concentric walls, like the nine heavens of myth. These nine walls were palace zones for royalty; civilians were only allowed outside.

It was said that traveling from the outermost wall to the innermost palace on foot would take a full day and night. Within the palace walls, magical beasts were essential for transport. Since flying was prohibited, Windshadow Wolves were the best choice.

“So impressive. Ye Ningfeng, you really know this place well.” Ling Ruoxi’s eyes nearly popped as she looked at the opulent capital. Compared to the Beining imperial palace she had seen, this was on a whole different level.

Ye Ningfeng smiled faintly. “I’ve lived here since childhood, so I know it well. We must report to the king before entering. Meanwhile, rest here in Qingfeng Garden. Once we have permission, we can enter the palace.”

“No problem. Haven’t explored it properly yet anyway.” Ling Ruoxi nodded, tugging Luo Mingyu’s ear. “Hey, does your Qiong Yu Immortal Island even compare?”

“Qiong Yu is just an island. It can’t compare. Here… compared to my territory, it’s like night and day.” Luo Mingyu smiled faintly, sipping tea, glancing at Ling Ruoxi.

Angrily, Ling Ruoxi stepped closer. “Your territory isn’t Qiong Yu Island? Night and day?”

“Of course not. I have plenty of territory. You can pick whatever you want later.” Luo Mingyu’s body tensed slightly, then he smiled faintly.

He Yunxu found it amusing. “Qingyi, what’s with those two…”

“They’re idiots. Don’t mind them,” Qingyi whispered. He had already grown familiar with Ling Ruoxi and knew these two’s personalities.

“Idiots?”

“A mild insult,” Qingyi said calmly. He had picked up these strange speech habits from her. What Dou Qi, damn it, he had no clue—insults had nothing to do with ancestors.

“What about the Grandfather King’s condition?” Ling Ruoxi looked at Ye Ningfeng. Even Nan Gongmo didn’t know Ye Ningfeng’s true identity—no one expected him to be from Duan Yun Kingdom. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been given a companion position.

Ye Ningfeng smiled faintly. “Your Highness, the king’s condition is improving. He is recuperating. Letters have been sent…”

Bang! The Qingfeng Garden gate was kicked open. A rough man entered, eyes sweeping over the seated men and women with disdain. Behind him followed ten or so shirtless men.

“Sit, big brother!” One of the bald men quickly moved a chair and poured tea.

Can Qingfeng Garden even accommodate guests?

Seemingly reading her thoughts, Luo Mingyu smiled faintly. “Fool, Qingfeng Garden is like a Beining Kingdom inn—it welcomes guests anytime. Of course, you need money.”

Ling Ruoxi nearly dropped her jaw. Just an inn? She had thought it was for them, yet it was ordinary. Even the inn here was outrageously grand.

“Drool-worthy? If you like it, I’ll show you a hundred places like this.” Luo Mingyu sipped tea, speaking calmly.

“That kid over there… first time in the capital?” A large man seated nearby looked at Nan Gongmo’s group. Their young, innocent expressions gave them away immediately.

Ye Ningfeng merely snorted. “The king will issue orders for us to go to the palace. Also, this time the former emperor—your Highness’s great-grandfather—will appear.”

“Kid, I’m asking you something! You don’t even know who I am? In this capital, who hasn’t heard of Wang San? Why not check?” The seated man pulled out an iron rod, standing to walk toward them.

The group opposite ignored him, continuing their own business. He Yunxu tensed. “Qingyi, what should we do now…”