FRGNM -Chapter 119 Bitten

“Her? My wife, Ling Ruoxi.” Unintentionally, warmth spread through his words. The man standing there let out a soft laugh.

But to Ling Ruoxi, hearing that was like being struck by lightning. She froze in the grass. The man who had broken into her room before, and the one who had kidnapped her previously… it was all Luo Mingyu!

Damn it! Was this man’s brain kicked by a donkey? Pretending to be mysterious for no reason! And who exactly was this woman he mentioned?

She was about to step out when suddenly, she crouched down.

Seven other figures quickly approached and knelt before Luo Mingyu. Wu Que clasped his hands. “Your Majesty, I have successfully eliminated Luo Song, but… he sent a signal, exposing your identity…”

“It’s fine. Sooner or later, my identity would have been revealed anyway,” Luo Mingyu replied calmly. His exposure was voluntary. Even if it hadn’t happened now, it would eventually.

Baili Ling frowned, looking displeased. “Sooner or later? Brother Yu, you’ve been undercover on Qiong Yu Immortal Island for hundreds of years, all to gain the island master’s trust, right? The island master’s ceremony is about to happen. Now that your identity is exposed, all your work is wasted! If it weren’t for that Ling Ruoxi, you wouldn’t be like this. I hate that woman! She doesn’t deserve to be your wife. I won’t accept it!”

“You… still a child, as always. I have it under control.” Luo Mingyu patted Baili Ling’s head. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “Tinghai, how is the situation?”

“Your Majesty, we have already contacted the Eastern Capital King. He will also arrive in Duan Yun Kingdom. Everything on Evil King Island is in order. We can attack Qiong Yu Immortal Island at any time,” Tinghai reported softly. These seven men had long recognized Luo Mingyu as their lord and would follow him wherever he went.

Luo Mingyu nodded. “The Eastern Capital King is unpredictable. Who knows what he might do? Also, Murong Ming hasn’t appeared personally but has sent an invitation. It seems he has already discovered my identity…” Luo Mingyu extended his hand, revealing the red invitation in his grasp.

Murong Ming sending an invitation was no small matter. At such a critical time, hosting a banquet for all sides meant that even the leader of Qiong Yu Immortal Island would likely attend.

Wu Que nodded. “Murong Ming is a sly old fox. Since he issued the invitation, he must know the King’s identity. But at this conference, the King can attend as the Evil King. So Ling Ruoxi…”

“Leave her in the inn. Tinghai, have Yi Zhui and Yi Meng arranged everything?” Luo Mingyu asked quietly.

Tinghai nodded. “Master and Miss have been escorted from the library to Evil King Island. The island is guarded by thirty-six Tian Gang and seventy-two Di Sha, with three outer walls. Even a thousand troops couldn’t penetrate it.”

“Good. And Ling Ruoxi…”

“Bang!”

A slight sound drew Luo Mingyu’s gaze to the grass behind him, his expression darkening.

“Damn it! Bite me, will you!” A woman nearly leaped out, holding a small green snake and smashing it onto the ground. Two small holes appeared on her backside, and a trickle of blood ran down her pants—looking rather odd.

With a swift kick, Ling Ruoxi sent the cursed little snake flying. What was it doing biting her behind? She was just listening to an interesting part—Evil King Island sounded amazing…

…

It felt as if countless crows flew overhead. Ling Ruoxi twitched her lips, staring at the men opposite her. All eyes were on her, their faces serious.

Even Luo Mingyu twitched at the corner of his mouth. None of these people noticed that Ling Ruoxi was hiding!

Covering her backside with one hand, Ling Ruoxi chuckled. “It’s nothing, I was just bored and came out for a walk. You all continue…”

Just then, covering her backside, she felt a sudden dizziness. Her gaze fell on the little green snake she had smashed. Right… she had forgotten—the venomous snakes here aren’t like Earth’s—they’re magical beasts…

“Idiot!” The black-clad figure moved swiftly. Luo Mingyu caught her frail body and said, “Let’s disperse.”

It wasn’t until the next day that Ling Ruoxi relaxed. The bite from the magical beast had left her backside swollen and burning. Looking in a mirror, she nearly fainted. She had only slept on her stomach, and her entire body ached as if crushed by a stone.

“Help! Oh my—” She pressed her hands to her buttocks, tears nearly falling.

“Feeling the pain now?” The door swung open, scaring her. She grabbed the blanket to cover herself, only for the contact to intensify the pain.

Luo Mingyu? Thinking of last night, Ling Ruoxi raised an eyebrow. “Tell me—was it you who wore a mask and came to my room to… harass me? Swapping identities and everything!”

“Yes, yes. Who asked you to be naughty? I was just playing with you.” Luo Mingyu sighed, walking to the bed with ointment. He tore open the bandage. “Move the blanket. I’ll suck out the poison. This medicine also…”

“What?!” Every hair on Ling Ruoxi’s body stood on end. She stared at him, horrified. Did she hear correctly? He… was going to suck the poison out? From her butt?!

Nodding, Luo Mingyu ignored her protests, pulling the blanket aside. The bite area was red and swollen. “Who told you to hide there? The Qing Ban Snake isn’t that deadly, but once its venom enters the body, it can’t be removed by Dou Qi. Only the mouth can draw it out. Who else but me would do it?”

“I’ll do it myself!” Panic rendered her brain almost null.

Luo Mingyu raised an eyebrow, amused. “Fine, try it yourself. See how you manage to attach your head to your own butt.”

“I… I… I…” Ling Ruoxi stammered, utterly useless.

Pressing her swollen backside lightly, Luo Mingyu didn’t hesitate. He leaned down, kissed the wound, and drew out the venom into a basin. It was black.

Ling Ruoxi screamed in pain, clutching the blanket. “Gently! Can’t you see it hurts?”

“Now you know the pain. Shouldn’t have disobeyed me and gone out!” He patted her small behind, wiped the poison from his lips, applied ointment, and covered the wound with bandage.

Rubbing her sore backside, Ling Ruoxi glared at Luo Mingyu, her eyes nearly devouring him. “How many personalities do you have? Evil King or Young Master of Qiong Yu?”

“Both,” he said calmly. “As you heard last night, I am the Evil King, hidden on Qiong Yu Island for hundreds of years. Now, my identity is exposed.”

“…Because of me?” If not for her, Luo Mingyu wouldn’t have drawn the strange black scythe, nor would Luo Song have discovered his identity. Yet he didn’t blame her.

“It’s my choice to reveal it, has nothing to do with you. Now, heal quickly. My current power is only Level Five. Duan Yun Kingdom is full of experts. This time, besides inviting your Fang Xu, there is also…” A smirk. He glanced at the woman covering her backside. “…your senior brother.”

“My senior brother?”

“Yes, Tang Yinhai. You probably don’t know yet, but with Fang Xu’s involvement, he has reclaimed the sect. As exchange, he must follow Fang Xu for life. The sect has become a covert division for Fang Xu, but his freedom is not restricted.” Luo Mingyu explained calmly, tilting his head toward her.

“Life-long servitude? That’s a bit much…” Ling Ruoxi’s eyes lit up. She knew how hard her senior brother had worked to reclaim what was his. Now he had succeeded.

“Life-long isn’t long. Do you know how many resources it took to attack that place? Besides, Fang Xu rebuilt the sect and made him sect leader. Who benefits more is obvious.” Luo Mingyu’s purple Dou Qi swirled around her sore backside, instantly healing it.

The cheeky man even patted her little behind. “Still not wearing pants? Trying to tempt me?”

“…Get lost!” She quickly pulled up her pants, kicking her shoes. Outside, commotion was heard early in the morning.

“It’s the palace summoning us. Come, and you can see the rare nine-layered walls of Duan Yun Kingdom—it’ll be unforgettable.”

Truly… it was.

The largest capital in Duan Yun Kingdom stood before them. Fifty-meter-high walls separated the inner city from the outer, like an entirely different realm, awe-inspiring.

The nine layers: the outermost is nine, the innermost one. Beyond that is the palace entrance. Sturdy bluestone slabs held golden plaques, the bold characters shining brightly.

Outside the walls, a hundred troops stood tall and proud. Everyone entering had to come empty-handed, no weapons, no mounts. Within the nine walls, magical beasts assisted arrivals.

Those with storage rings weren’t asked to remove them. After all, who in the world could possess such rings? Only the highest-ranking individuals could use such artifacts.