FRGNM -Chapter 127 The Cicada Pupa

“Ling Ruoxi, don’t sleep! Open your eyes, look at me!” Luo Mingyu was on the verge of losing his mind. Dou Qi continuously surged from his body, shielding the woman’s heart meridian. But the poison was like a tidal wave, crashing relentlessly—completely beyond his control.

Pain… her whole body felt frozen, as if all the air had been sucked out. Even opening her mouth, Ling Ruoxi couldn’t draw a single breath. Her pale face turned ghostly white. Her hands clutched Luo Mingyu tightly. Was she… going to die?

“Take care… our child…”

Her heart suddenly stopped. The wound at that moment would never heal. The wide-eyed woman slowly closed her eyes, lying quietly in his arms, looking as if she were merely asleep. Still beautiful.

“No… impossible, impossible!” The man in blue’s expression changed drastically. But the truth was undeniable—she had gone. The ferocious poison hadn’t given them a single chance. Three spoonfuls… that was all it took to end a life!

Even Luo Mingyu couldn’t believe it. Everything had happened too fast. He hadn’t even had time to react. Staring blankly at her in his arms, he refused to accept that the foolish girl who had insisted on tasting the food first was now lifeless.

“No… there’s still hope!” His eyes brightened. The man in blue immediately reached out and pressed his fingers on Ling Ruoxi’s third eye point. “Lay her flat, place her on the ground, quickly!”

“Understood!” Luo Mingyu quickly lowered her to the floor. “No matter what, she must be awakened!” he said coldly.

“We can only try. There’s no guarantee. You should know—she practices the Poison Scripture, and she’s eaten the Five-Colored Flower,” said the man in blue. A faint purple light suddenly surged, penetrating Ling Ruoxi’s body, forcibly activating the medicinal effect of the Five-Colored Flower—a substance capable of neutralizing countless poisons and reviving the dead.

Yes, and combined with the Poison Scripture! Luo Mingyu quickly calmed his mind, eyes narrowing at the group outside. If anything happened to Ling Ruoxi, he would never forgive them.

The words “Poison Scripture” made Ye Ningfeng inhale sharply, asking in shock, “Is it… the long-lost Poison Scripture?”

“The Poison Scripture? So what?” Nangong Mo asked, frowning in confusion.

The man in blue only nodded silently, saying nothing further.

Fang Xu stood quietly, watching Luo Mingyu, sighing helplessly.

Lowering his voice, Ye Ningfeng said through gritted teeth, “The Poison Scripture is the highest-level medical text in Longxing Continent—but also the most cruel. To master it, one must first poison oneself, then poison others. Only then can one save others, and finally, oneself.”

He exhaled sharply. “No wonder when we first saw her, she had a peerless beauty. After the engagement was broken, she became hideously disfigured. Learning the Poison Scripture requires self-poisoning, which destroyed her face.” Ye Ningfeng frowned. Had he known this six years ago, perhaps His Highness and Ruoxi would never have parted.

Poison oneself first! Nangong Mo shivered. Why poison yourself first, only to eventually save yourself?

All physicians have weaker constitutions than ordinary people and are easily injured. And now…

“Moreover, those who cultivate the Poison Scripture have no children. Their bodies contain toxins that prevent any fetus from surviving. The Poison Scripture is passed along a single line. How Ruoxi gave birth to her two children… it must have been an extremely painful process,” Ye Ningfeng said solemnly, unsure what else to say.

The man in blue nodded. Training in the Poison Scripture is inherently cruel. On Liuli Island, no one dared to practice it. Only by chance did Ling Ruoxi discover the method. Superficial people assumed it was merely a medical text, but in truth… it combined the highest-level Dou Qi cultivation, accessible only to those with the destiny to receive it. Others could only look.

“Wait!” The man in blue’s expression darkened. He quickly withdrew Dou Qi and pulled Luo Mingyu back.

“Her Dou Qi is awakening. Don’t forget—she has Dou Qi!” His fingers, glowing with purple Dou Qi, traced before his eyes. His deep blue eyes were terrifying in intensity.

The woman who had lost all life signs now had her heart enveloped in a silver-white light. Powerful Dou Qi surged through her body, consuming the poison. Alongside the purple Dou Qi, there was another force—a strong silver-white Dou Qi.

Yes, silver-white Dou Qi! In Longxing Continent, where could such Dou Qi exist?

“She’s so noisy… finally asleep, and now woken,” came a low, lazy voice from Ling Ruoxi’s side. The faint silver-white light spread, filling the space.

Everyone squinted, then instinctively looked toward the glowing point.

The voice was casual, lazy. A man in silver-white robes stood, his stunning features shocking everyone. His long silver-white hair framed a face radiating laziness. Half-lidded eyes exuded effortless charm, capturing everyone’s hearts instantly.

He was the kind of man who attracted both genders. He brushed back his hair, revealing his ears, lips curling into a captivating smile. “Who’s being so noisy?”

His voice shattered the fantasies of all men. Even Luo Mingyu shivered, goosebumps rising. Could this man really be…?

“Who are you?” the man in blue frowned, noticing the man’s aura was connected to Ling Ruoxi’s. He was alive—meaning she was too.

Fang Xu stepped forward. “You are Ruoxi’s bonded magical beast, right?”

“Mm, she gave me a cute name—Xiaobai.” The man’s smile was irresistible. He looked at Luo Mingyu. “You’re Ruoxi’s favorite man. She thinks of you every day. Even when poisoned, she called your name.”

“What?” Luo Mingyu was stunned. He knew Ling Ruoxi cared for him, but he hadn’t realized she missed him every single day.

The silver wolf lowered its head at Luo Mingyu, pouted, then turned to the person lying on the ground. With a wave of its right hand, she levitated automatically. “You saved me before. Now I save you. You’re my master, after all.”

Silver-white light enveloped her rapidly, but a purple light also erupted from her body.

Two wings suddenly spread from her back. Purple Dou Qi swirled around the floating woman, who smiled faintly, letting the energy circle her. The wings wrapped her securely. The surrounding Dou Qi threads formed a cocoon, like a cicada pupa.

“Her Dou Qi has manifested!” Fang Xu whispered.

“This is her Dou Qi?” Luo Mingyu gasped. She was completely encased in Dou Qi, making it impossible to see inside. Only through the aura could they sense the depth of her power.

Even Ling Ruoxi didn’t realize her Dou Qi would protect her, clearing the poison. The medicinal effect of the Five-Colored Flower was also activated. This cycle kept her safe.

“I don’t understand humans, burying such a genius woman, setting all these seals…” The silver wolf yawned, snapping its fingers.

“Rumor says the Silver Wolf Tribe is weak, defeated by ordinary beasts. But you, their leader, are impressive,” Luo Mingyu said, eyes sharp. From the moment he understood its identity, he decided to let the Silver Wolf stay with Ling Ruoxi. A shapeshifting beast that could appear human was beyond ordinary, approaching divine level. Such creatures were powerful, and having one nearby was an advantage.

“Hmph, other wolves exaggerate. Our Silver Wolf Tribe is superior, natural rulers. Punished by nature for being too strong, lower-level silver wolves die easily, but above third rank, it’s different. That’s why we preserve royal bloodlines. Ruoxi’s bloodline is pure. Once she wakes, I’ll ask if she wants to bear my children,” the silver wolf said, pondering.

The men around stiffened. One nearly struck it.

“Relax, I know humans don’t share wives. Once Ruoxi wakes, I’ll ask if she chooses me, a high-level Silver Wolf, or you,” it said, flicking back its silver hair, glaring at Luo Mingyu. The wolf remembered the old grudge—Luo Mingyu had thrown it away when injured.

Luo Mingyu glared, grabbed its clothes, and flung it back, whispering to the man in blue, “How’s she?”

“This is the second technique of the Poison Scripture: Cicada Pupa. Heard of a pupa turning into a butterfly? It symbolizes rebirth. Studying the Poison Scripture requires self-poisoning—death is very likely. That’s why it’s unprecedented. Practitioners have three lives. If the heart dies, the Poison Scripture activates internally, transforming and reviving the person,” said the man in blue. Now all he could do was hope she was safe.