FRGNM -Chapter 183 Silly Woman

The spear shaft seemed to have already locked onto her figure. An invisible force dragged her body beneath it, pulling her straight toward the spear tip.

Ling Ruoxi shut her eyes tightly, not daring to imagine what would happen next. Her fists clenched instinctively, and in her heart she naturally called out that familiar name.

“Luo Mingyu…”

There was no imagined pain—no sensation at all. Instead, something warm seemed to drip onto her cheek.

Was rain… warm?

Her long lashes trembled. She opened her eyes subconsciously, and the pain that surged in at that instant almost suffocated her.

A silver-white figure stood before her. One arm was wrapped around her waist, while the other hand forcibly gripped the spear tip that had pierced through him, stopping the sharp blade from harming her even the slightest bit.

Those dark eyes looked at her, filled with a faint warmth, that familiar tenderness returning. His blood-soaked hand gently stroked her hair.

“Fool… acting on your own again…”

“L-Luo Mingyu!” She stared at the spear shaft engulfed in flames, piercing through his abdomen. Fresh blood dripped along the spear, and even traces of the Ninefold Nether Aura were slowly entering his body.

Baili Wushuang, however, merely snorted coldly. “I didn’t expect you, brat, to block it for a useless thing like her. What a pity—I want her soul. Since you’ve delivered yourself to me, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

Her right hand tightened around the spear as she prepared to pull it back.

At that moment, a slender hand suddenly grasped the spear tip. She let the sharp edge pierce her palm, let the scorching flames burn through her arm.

There was no Dou Qi to protect her. Under that intense heat, there was even the faint smell of scorched flesh.

“Who told you to sacrifice yourself, you silly woman…” Luo Mingyu’s lips trembled. Looking at her reddened hand, he instinctively reached out, gripping her hand and pushing it outward. He didn’t want her to be hurt—she was the one he treasured most.

Her eyes grew wet. Tears swirled and then fell, dripping onto his bloodied hand and sliding down the burning spear tip.

“Who told you to do this?!” She nearly roared, tightening her grip on the spear. Her eyes glared at him, bloodshot in an instant. This man—always so willful, always so domineering, doing whatever he wanted. Had he ever asked for her permission? Why block this spear for her? Why?!

“Crying doesn’t look good on you.” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. The white-clad figure leaned gently against her shoulder. “This woman is the one I hate most in my life. She killed my parents and took everything from me. I wish I could eat her flesh and drink her blood… But you are more important than me. Didn’t you ask me once whether I’d block a blade for you? My answer was no, and you were angry…”

“I won’t block a blade for you, because… no one can hurt you. This—I just ran into the spear myself. It wasn’t for you. Live well. Go find your father. Live on…”

His bloodied hand gently cupped her cheek. Then, suddenly, he pushed her away.

At the same time, his body lurched backward, letting the spear tear through him as he grabbed Baili Wushuang tightly.

“Even if I die, I won’t let you have it easy! Ninefold Nether Aura!”

Black energy burst from his body, surging madly into Baili Wushuang. In that instant, her body began to rot. Wherever the black aura passed, dark blotches appeared on her skin.

“Ah—!”

Her shrill scream echoed. Baili Wushuang struck Luo Mingyu’s back with a palm.

The white figure was flung off the spear and crashed into the rocks of the Wujing Realm with a heavy thud.

The sound of bones breaking rang out—deep and dreadful.

Blood sprayed from his mouth. Lying there, he looked at the figure standing ahead. His lips moved slightly, forming a word—yet no sound came out.

Ling Ruoxi understood. She knew that word.

Go.

Go!

Even at the cost of his life, he wanted to protect her and let her escape.

Luo Mingyu, you won’t die… right?

In that instant, all her strength seemed to be drained away. The woman standing in the wind watched the figure ahead walk toward her step by step.

Purple Dou Qi flared, forcefully driving away the Ninefold Nether Aura before her. Baili Wushuang’s face twisted grotesquely.

“Luo Mingyu, I’ll kill you!”

Ling Ruoxi walked mechanically, letting the breeze lift her long hair. Her eyes held only the figure lying flat on the ground.

She didn’t even know how she reached him. She crouched down before him and held his hand.

She felt no sadness—no emotion at all. She just knelt there calmly, as if the destruction of heaven and earth had nothing to do with her.

She simply held his large hand gently, as cold as it had been years ago.

“Why… such a casual excuse, saying you ran into it yourself. Do you really think I’d believe that, Luo Mingyu?”

Her small hand touched his familiar face, those familiar sharp features. She leaned lightly against his chest, staring at the bloodied wound.

At that moment, the entire island changed color. Even the sun hid behind the clouds.

“Xiao Bai, are you okay?!” The Dragon-Slaying Dagger shattered the barrier. Xiao Wu quickly pulled the person on the ground up.

The silver wolf, pale-faced, shook his head. His hands nearly dug into Xiao Wu’s flesh as he grabbed him.

“Quick—go over there! I sense my master’s emotions are on the verge of collapse. The aura inside her is going berserk. If this continues, she’ll go into demonic deviation. Hurry!”

Dusting off her clothes, Baili Wushuang laughed coldly and stroked the Thunder Spear.

“Ling Ruoxi, it’s all thanks to you. Luo Mingyu charged in himself and handed over all his soul fragments. I’ll make him beg for life yet be unable to die. Don’t worry—I’ll also turn you into a blood sacrifice soul. You’ll soon meet him again.”

“Shut up.”

A flat, emotionless voice came from Ling Ruoxi.

She stood up, slowly removing her outer robe and gently draping it over the silver-white figure, like coaxing a child to sleep. She patted his back softly, brushed aside his long hair, and gazed at that familiar face.

“He’s sleeping. Don’t disturb him. Luo Mingyu, you’ll wake up… right?”

The corner of her mouth lifted slightly. She casually placed her right hand on his abdomen, her small hand turning gently. Then she turned to face the woman opposite her.

The robe concealed the wound. If Baili Wushuang could see it, she would have discovered that the injury on Luo Mingyu’s abdomen had already been completely healed. Like this, he truly looked like a sleeping prince.

“Wake up? Haha, Ling Ruoxi, are you still dreaming? He’s already—”

“Already what?”

The small figure stood there. In the blink of an eye, she was already in front of Baili Wushuang. Her indifferent eyes had no focus at all—no trace of emotion.

She couldn’t even sense her aura!

Baili Wushuang felt uneasy. When had this woman reached a state of unity between heaven and man—and mastered it so thoroughly? She had no Dou Qi left, yet in an instant she was right before her!

“Surprised?” Ling Ruoxi’s eyes opened slightly. That cold gaze returned—entirely her own. That pride of hers, incomprehensible to anyone else.

“What comes next will surprise you even more, Baili Wushuang…”

“Boom!”

As soon as the words fell, the small figure slammed a fist into the ground. Dust flew everywhere. She now wore black fitted clothing, all her hair ornaments gone, replaced by flowing black hair.

Black hair danced in the dust. The woman emerged from the smoke, blood-red light blazing in her eyes. Her emotionless gaze fixed forward as she slowly opened her right hand.

Purple Dou Qi automatically gathered before her palm, compressing violently. With a flick of her finger, a light sphere accompanied by a dragon’s roar exploded outward.

“What?!”

The retreating figure had barely steadied herself when her expression changed drastically. She dodged sideways in a panic. The terrifying dragon’s roar brushed past her ears—just the sound alone ruptured her eardrums. Blood flowed from her ears.

“Boom!”

The exploding sphere struck the ground. In that instant, what had been forest turned into flat land.

Intense flames spread, carrying the stench of burning. Many magical beasts failed to sense the danger and were instantly reduced to ashes—not even bone fragments left behind.

“No way… you actually broke through the Three Talents Formation yourself!”
Even Baili Wushuang was shocked. The Three Talents Formation had been set by her together with Baili Yan. To break it, one had to possess strength greater than theirs.

The woman before her—her spirit had been pushed to the brink. At the moment between life and death, the formation inside her body sensed death energy and automatically released itself.

In other words, she had just walked the line between life and death.

Just because a man died, she had been driven to such despair—so close to death itself. Was her spirit truly that fragile?

Snorting, Baili Wushuang sneered coldly. “So what if you’ve broken the Three Talents Formation? I don’t believe you can fully control your Dou Qi!”

“Shut up.”

An icy voice rang out above her.

The next instant, a fist descended, smashing brutally into Baili Wushuang’s head.

Dust billowed everywhere. The onlookers outside stared inward and couldn’t help but gasp.

The woman was sent flying, blood spraying wildly from her mouth. The other black figure was too fast—faster than lightning. Within the dust, they could only see an afterimage.

Relying purely on physical strength, was she actually beating the Lord of Qiongyu Island until she had no power to fight back?