FRGNM -Chapter 182 The Shattered Hetian Jade

In that instant, his eyes turned pitch-black—so black that even the whites were swallowed by dark energy. His pupils became entirely obsidian, looking utterly eerie. At the same time, the black aura within his body materialized, swirling around him.

“This is…”

His whole body trembled. The King of Eastern Capital’s expression stiffened, his pupils contracting sharply. The man ahead was like an Asura from hell, advancing step by step. That black aura did not belong to this world at all—it carried a terrifying presence, blanketing the heavens above.

The curved blade in his hand trembled. The King of Eastern Capital clenched it tightly, forcing himself to restrain his aura so his body would not shake. Had he still underestimated the man before him?

“Netherworld Ninefold Yin Aura…” His trembling voice was extremely low. The red-clad figure subconsciously stepped back, taking a deep breath. “Luo Mingyu, you actually obtained the Ninefold Nether Aura. Don’t you know this thing will gradually devour you entirely?”

“So what if I know?” Hatred spread from the depths of his eyes. Like a Shura, Luo Mingyu gripped the Blood Demon Scythe and casually slashed forward.

“Boom!”

The trail left by the scythe was like a裂开的峡谷, nearly splitting the island in two.

A pressure like Mount Tai crashing down surged over him. His body could not move—he couldn’t even breathe.

“Zzz—”

A blood-red gash split open on his arm. In the next instant, wounds burst open all over his body, blood spraying from his chest. The King of Eastern Capital froze, then collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

Hmph…

The silver-white figure walked forward step by step, as though entering endless darkness. Even his silver-white robes gradually turned black with each step.

“No—Luo Mingyu, you can’t be swallowed by the Ninefold Nether Aura!” Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the King of Eastern Capital desperately reached out and grabbed Luo Mingyu’s ankle.

Was this man about to fall completely?

Cold light flared in his eyes. The man standing there moved his right hand, and the Blood Demon Scythe suddenly swept out.

Fresh blood splattered. The severed arm fell to the ground. He continued walking forward mercilessly, stepping through the blood, leaving behind the stride of a king.

“Luo Mingyu…” With his left arm severed, the King of Eastern Capital’s face turned deathly pale. He quickly sealed his vital acupoints and, clutching his curved blade, chased after him.

He must not be swallowed by the Ninefold Nether Aura!

“Bang!”

Like a kite with its string cut, the white figure was blasted backward. The standing figure merely laughed coldly. With a casual lift of her right hand, purple Dou Qi formed a sphere, enclosing the figure within.

“Wolf cub, you’ve lost—not because of the spear, but because of the terrain. This is Qiongyu Immortal Island. Do you really think the island-guarding treasure would lose to you?” The corner of Baili Wushuang’s mouth lifted. She had no interest in continuing to toy with the wolf cub.

“Stop—cough…”

Both hands were already scorched by flames. Touching the barrier before him felt like plunging into icy water—completely unbearable.

Ling Ruoxi, hurry and find her. This is all I can do for you…

“Cough…”

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the fallen silver-white figure lay exhausted within the barrier. In that instant, white light burst forth—he revealed his true form, turning into a small wolf, collapsing in a pool of blood.

The corners of her lips curled upward. Looking at the woman still searching among the mountain rocks, the spear-wielding figure stood high above and raised her brows with a smile. “You won’t find her.”

“Hmph.”

With a cold snort, Ling Ruoxi instinctively tightened her grip on the dagger hidden in her sleeve, watching the woman ahead warily.

Yet the woman merely shook her head and smiled. “We were never enemies to begin with, were we? Ling Ruoxi, you want to save your mother—of course you can. Do you know? The Saintesses chosen by Qiongyu Immortal Island all offer up a strand of their soul as sacrifice. If you want to find your mother, you can. Right now, all you need to do is give me a strand of your soul, and I’ll help you locate her.”

“Why should I believe you?” Her whole body trembled as Ling Ruoxi clenched her teeth. This was the reality—within such a vast Wujing Realm, even if she searched for a month, she might not find her mother.

If rescue came too late, she had no idea what would happen. No matter how strong a cultivator’s body was, one still needed food and water. With the mountain collapsed, how could her mother possibly be safe?

Smiling faintly, Baili Wushuang raised the Thunder Spear and pointed it at Ling Ruoxi. “Because you have no other choice.”

“You—!” How was this any different from taking advantage of a disaster? Yet now she was meat on the chopping block, to be slaughtered at will.

But… a strand of her soul…

Her lips were already bitten until they bled. With cold eyes fixed on the woman before her, Ling Ruoxi stepped forward and said coldly, “I agree.”

“That’s a good child.” Baili Wushuang smiled lightly, her proud figure stepping before Ling Ruoxi. She extended a finger and lightly tapped Ling Ruoxi’s brow. “Pulling out a strand of the soul is very painful, you know. You mustn’t resist.”

“Fine!” Clenching her fists, Ling Ruoxi looked at her and decisively closed her eyes.

The smile vanished, replaced by cold indifference. The woman slowly raised her right hand, spreading it before Ling Ruoxi. Purple Dou Qi enveloped Ling Ruoxi as Baili Wushuang retreated backward.

What was that feeling?

Ling Ruoxi didn’t know what was happening. She only felt all the Dou Qi in her body leaking outward. The Hetian jade around her neck emitted a faint glow, as if warning her of something. It felt as though a steel needle had stabbed into her mind—pain so sharp she almost screamed.

In that instant, memories from her previous life resurfaced. There were teammates who had fought side by side with her, laughing together as they welcomed her return. There were the top-secret orders that once belonged to her.

There was her youth and sweat, her pride and glory. That world—one that this place could never compare to—yet it lacked only one person.

The man who would always stand by her side. The man who, even knowing how strong she was, would still step forward to protect her.

“Hm?”

Baili Wushuang frowned slightly, startled. At that moment, she saw the memories—chaotic and messy!

With a pull of her hand, purple light flickered as she sent it outward step by step.

It felt as if she were being torn apart by five horses, hacked to pieces by countless blades. The excruciating pain made her tremble—the separation of soul and flesh stripping everything away. Pain… and another pain, coming from the deepest part of her heart.

“Xiao Bai…”

Her natal beast—her life was on the verge of collapse. The silver wolf who had formed a contract with her would die as well. This was an immutable law. She could even feel his presence fading.

Her closed eyes snapped open. Spreading her fingers, she pulled forward and stood firmly on the ground, laughing coldly. “Sorry. I refuse.”

“Is that so? Unfortunately, it’s already too late. Your Dou Qi is almost completely pulled out.”
Baili Wushuang sneered as streams of Dou Qi poured into her body. She hadn’t expected this little thing to possess such pure and abundant energy—quite surprising.

But the Three Talents Formation within Ling Ruoxi’s body already limited her strength. This Dou Qi was merely drawn from the Hetian jade at her neck. Once the jade’s energy was exhausted, she would be nothing more than an ordinary person.

“You can pull out my Dou Qi—do you think I can’t take it back?” With a cold laugh, the small figure shot forward like lightning, sprinting across the ground.

Her right hand spread, a black dagger appearing in her grip. Like a bolt of lightning, she dove downward, eyes sharp as blades. “Poison Scripture—Goose Devour!”

The descending figure was like a wild goose diving straight down. Purple Dou Qi spread on both sides of her body, carrying intense killing intent. Just as the name implied—Goose Devour—bloodthirsty geese swarming, killing intent enveloping everything.

“Bang!”

Forced to raise the Thunder Spear, Baili Wushuang let out a muffled grunt and reached up with one hand.

Her left hand still pulled at the Dou Qi. Fearless, she turned and moved beneath the pressure of the energy.

Yet the descending figure shifted again, mysterious footwork unfolding once more. Coordinating with the dagger in her hand, Ling Ruoxi pressed forward step by step.

The two figures exchanged blows. A keen observer would notice that at this moment, Baili Wushuang was at a disadvantage. Unwilling to release her left hand, she relied solely on her right—poor at close combat—giving Ling Ruoxi even more room to advance!

“Bang!”

A punch landed squarely on Baili Wushuang’s cheek. The airborne figure then plunged down, dagger in hand.

“Slash!”

The blade cut through flesh. The entire world seemed to become crystal clear—so clear that even the blood floating in the air was visible.

“Boom!”

A kick crashed down, dust billowing as the ground cracked, sending the figure ahead flying away.

“The final move!”

She raised both hands, concentrating all her Dou Qi into a single point. Sprinting forward, she lunged ahead, wings spread to shield her body. This strike was already her limit!

However, the standing woman gave a sinister smile. With a spread of her right hand, the Thunder Spear flashed with red light, dazzling like the sun in the sky.

“What—”

Ling Ruoxi’s whole body shuddered. She looked down sharply—her Dou Qi had already vanished. Even the wings protecting her body were gone.

This meant her Dou Qi was exhausted.

“Crack…”

The Hetian jade at her neck trembled slightly. In the next instant, like a maiden’s tear falling to the ground, it shattered. Points of starlight scattered, drifting into the surroundings.

Not good!

Ling Ruoxi’s expression changed drastically as she tried to steady her forward-charging body. But no matter how fast she was, she was still slower than the Thunder Spear.