FRGNM -Chapter 133 Falling into Madness

With a gentle tap on the alchemy furnace, a muffled hum arose. On the Dragonwalk Continent, the fire used for alchemy wasn’t ordinary flames—it required a special alchemical flame.

As a medicinal alchemist, Ling Ruoxi had prepared everything in advance. With a thought, the light stored in her storage ring burst forth. A streak of blue flame shimmered and descended into the furnace. This flame, known here as Exotic Fire, could reach temperatures of several hundred degrees, making it ideal for refining pills.

Using ordinary firewood would take countless years to achieve the same results.

Alchemy required not just fire but mental focus. Hundreds of ingredients had to be added in precise order. Any mistake would ruin the entire batch, forcing the process to start over. The sheer number of ingredients was enough to strain the mind. To become an elite medicinal alchemist required immense sacrifice. Moreover, alchemists had to add their own vital essence to fully integrate the herbs into the concoction.

In a sense, one consumed not the pill itself, but the alchemist’s own blood. For this reason, alchemists were always physically frail, and a high-quality pill cost a fortune.

Ling Ruoxi extended her right hand; the meticulously arranged ingredients fell into the furnace. Her eyes cold and focused, she threw herbs into the fire with lightning speed.

The room blurred with the motion of her tossing ingredients, the exotic flame glowing against her flushed cheeks. Heat filled the air like a midsummer day.

“Almost there.” Her gaze sharpened. A day without food or drink, all while maintaining intense concentration—no one could endure it.

Outside, a silver-white figure frowned as he watched the closed door. He didn’t know why the stubborn woman had moved to another room, avoiding him.

Without her, he couldn’t sleep, feeling something missing beside him all night. Though he had spent the day with Baili Ling, it still wasn’t enough. Thinking of the one who had pushed Baili Ling, Luo Mingyu withdrew his hand and turned to leave.

“What are you doing here?” A voice teased him. The figure in blue didn’t know what had happened between them. “This is Ruoxi’s room—you can’t sneak in. She set a protective barrier with Senior Zuo Mingfeng; you won’t get in.”

“Barrier?” Luo Mingyu frowned. Was she really keeping him out? Shrugging it off as her temper, he left.

The blue-clad figure paused, touching her forehead. “Am I hallucinating? I said there was a barrier, and he actually believed me? Looks like he’s feverish. No wonder Ruoxi is brewing pills for him…”

Only after he left did the white figure emerge from hiding, a faint smirk curling her lips as she pressed a hand against the door and slipped inside.

The final ingredient! Her eyes gleamed with determination. Fully focused, she tossed the last herb into the furnace. Now, all that remained was to guard the Exotic Fire for three days without letting it extinguish, and the pill would be complete.

At that moment, a dangerous aura surged. The killing intent emanating from the intruder made Ling Ruoxi tense. The attack came suddenly, forcing her Dou Qi outward, twisting the surrounding air—there was nowhere to dodge.

Fast… fast… fast! The aura of death approached. She forced her body to move, pressing her not-yet-raised right hand against the several-hundred-degree furnace.

Her brain nerves fired at full capacity. Even while retreating, she couldn’t completely avoid the blow behind her.

Thud! A heavy strike landed. Blood surged violently, spraying over the furnace. The figure who had dodged recoiled, staring at the white-clad intruder in shock.

Her pupils constricted. Ling Ruoxi wiped the blood from her mouth. “It’s you? Your true colors are finally exposed. Can’t hide anymore?”

“Hah. Didn’t expect you to dodge. But Ling Ruoxi, can you really oppose me?” Baili Ling smirked. “I have a hundred ways to make Brother Mingyu protect me. You? You’ll just become the object of his hatred.”

“And… what exactly are you saying?” Ling Ruoxi’s right hand, already scorched and blistered from the furnace, seared with a burning pain. The skin turned red-black, and every nerve in her body felt the agony. She pressed the hand behind her to hide her weakness.

“Don’t you get it? Brother Mingyu is mine. Don’t think you can take him!” Baili Ling sneered, twisting her hair. “I heard you were humiliated in the Bamboo Sea? Don’t think you were the only woman there. Back then, Brother Mingyu was poisoned by love—how could he even recognize you? Shamelessly, having two children, being humiliated, and blaming Brother Mingyu… now, I’m going to make you suffer!”

Ling Ruoxi’s lips curled coldly. “I thought it would be serious, Miss Baili. You’re overthinking. Nothing happened between me and Luo Mingyu—ever. He is who he is, I am who I am. Two people from different worlds can never be together.”

“I never acknowledged him as the father. He shamelessly claimed it himself. Besides, he is the young master of Qiongyu Immortal Island and the lord of Xie Wang Island. I’m just someone with no family—what right do I have to match him?” Ling Ruoxi spoke with calm self-mockery, even earning her own admiration.

She continued, coldly watching Baili Ling. “Moreover, as the saintess of Qiongyu Island, a perfect match for Xie Wang, he is naturally your choice. A morally compromised woman like me could never marry him.”

“That’s right, look at what kind of person you are. Brother Mingyu is mine—you can’t take him.” Baili Ling smiled smugly. Her words hit their mark.

“If that’s so, why worry? With your looks, you could conquer any man—unless you’re insecure about yourself.” Ling Ruoxi’s hand trembled violently.

Satisfied, Baili Ling lifted her head. “Worry? I worry about nothing. Hmph, as long as you understand.”

“Then may I entrust you with one thing?” Ling Ruoxi’s tone remained cold. “You like Luo Mingyu, so stay by his side and take care of him. If you betray him, I will be the first to punish you.”

“Hmph. Do you think I would betray Brother Mingyu? That was just to trick you. Just stay away from him in the future, or you’ll see.” Baili Ling left with her head held high. On this continent, she believed she alone was worthy of Mingyu.

Ling Ruoxi’s face darkened. She crouched, quickly applying ointment to her hand and swallowing a pill to suppress the pain.

Her head felt like it had been struck violently, the world spinning, plunging into darkness.

Looking at the several-hundred-degree furnace, only two words remained in her mind: face ruined…

“Seems that brat Luo Mingyu really was right. My master is truly foolish.” Just as her body began to collapse, a white figure appeared, catching her mid-fall, raising a single eyebrow.

Cradling her in one arm, he pressed the other to the furnace. The heat nearly singed all his noble fur. The Silver Wolf howled and quickly withdrew. “If I were in the fire, I’d be roast wolf by now!”

He laid her on the bed and sniffed her burned hand. Helpless, he pressed her palm. “Spit on it… just wipe it. My saliva is precious. If it weren’t for you being my master, I wouldn’t even bother.”

Though Ling Ruoxi would have slapped him if she were conscious, the burnt hand began to recover under the saliva. Charred flesh fell away as new skin grew visibly.

Shaking his head, the Silver Wolf muttered, “I can heal your physical injuries, but not your mental ones. I’ve never seen a master so foolish… investing all your mental energy and getting struck by that woman. Was Luo Mingyu really worth it?”

He pressed her brow, channeling his purple Dou Qi into her central nervous system. Ling Ruoxi’s expression changed drastically. The white figure trembled, nearly spitting blood, then forcibly withdrew his Dou Qi, stunned.

What… what is this? The aura completely enveloped him. The dark, unknown space shocked him—the intense mental energy, the person before him…

In the next moment, a white light flashed, and the standing figure vanished.