FRGNM -Chapter 232 Both Poisoned

A sweet taste touched his lips as Nangong Mo swallowed the blood in his mouth and said coldly, “What are you waiting for? Get up—leave here!”

“Why did you come here?!” Qian Yi’s expression twisted with anger as she scrambled to her feet.

The eleven men surrounding them immediately closed in. Killing this man would be enough to earn merit for their general.

Nangong Mo smiled faintly, pressing his hands together as he looked coldly at the approaching group. “Because Lie Yun is dead, and you’ve lost. I came here—do I even need a reason?”

“What… Lie Yun?” Qian Yi blinked in surprise. That was an army of a million—could it really have been annihilated just like that?

The eleven men’s faces turned pale. How could it be? A million troops, plus ten thousand magical beasts… could they really not take down the Duanyun Kingdom? Impossible. They still had the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon! Such a creature—how could a handful of people destroy it?

Seemingly reading their thoughts, Nangong Mo’s smile widened. His eyes lifted slightly as he said softly, “Forgot to mention—Lie Yun’s killer wasn’t us. It was that Five-Clawed Golden Dragon. To die by your own magical beast’s claw… that’s unprecedented. He’s likely the only one in history.”

“Impossible! Wasn’t the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon tamed by the general?” Jiang Feng’s face changed dramatically. His hands clenched as he glanced toward the city. Sure enough, the smoke had cleared, and even the people on the walls had evacuated.

Does this mean… they lost?

“Tamed?” Nangong Mo arched a disdainful brow, coldly laughing. “How could he ever tame a beast that refuses to change? Yes, he made the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon recognize a master—but he shouldn’t have. He used drugs to trigger the dragon’s inner bloodline. Once enraged, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon recognizes nothing. Your general—well, he had the honor of being bitten in half. Probably not too painful in the end.”

“Shut your mouth, Nangong Mo!” Jiang Wei shouted, spinning his sword in hand. The ten other swords behind him simultaneously unsheathed, forming a single sharp beam of blue light aimed at Nangong Mo.

With a motion of his robe, Nangong Mo quickly formed a circle in front of him. Purple Dou Qi enveloped him and Qian Yi, colliding with the blue Dou Qi before them.

“Pft!” A mouthful of blood spurted as a sword sliced through Nangong Mo’s left shoulder, piercing his body. His face turned pale; his legs trembled, but he still clutched his shoulder and stood firm.

“Even so, what does it prove? You’re severely injured and still dare to come here seeking death. Fine, we’ll grant you that!” Jiang Wei’s right hand flicked, and the eleven flying swords hovered in the air, blue Dou Qi flashing as they formed in front of him.

Qian Yi’s face was grim. She quickly supported Nangong Mo, spear in hand, pointing forward. “You’re injured… why risk yourself here? Let’s go!”

“I told you—I don’t die, you don’t die! If we’re to die, we’ll die together!” Nangong Mo’s eyes were resolute. He gripped Qian Yi’s small hand tightly. He had thought he still loved Ling Ruoxi, but he was wrong.

At the moment everything ended, the person who flashed through his mind as he slammed against the wall… was Qian Yi.

If you don’t die, I won’t die.

Those words struck heavily against his heart. He wished he could rush to her side immediately. He didn’t dare imagine what would happen if he were a moment too late—would she die by their swords?

Ridiculous. He, a Purple-Rank, nearly dying from the hands of a group of Blue-Ranks?

A gleam flashed in his eyes. Qian Yi shivered as the aura of death approached them. Her mind cleared suddenly, and she gripped Nangong Mo tightly. “Fine! If you don’t die, I won’t die! If we die, we die together!”

“Vwoom!” Purple Dou Qi tore through the air. The black figure surged across the battlefield, striking forward with lightning-like force.

The eleven attackers immediately retreated. When the dust cleared, their faces were pale as death.

“Talking about dying or not… aren’t you disgusting?” Ling Ruoxi looked back at the two of them, smiling faintly. At least Nangong Mo had accepted Qian Yi—meaning the Duanyun Kingdom finally had its empress.

Her cheeks flushed. Qian Yi quickly released Nangong Mo’s hand, gritting her teeth. “Ruoxi, we… we—”

“I’ll marry her. Ruoxi, I bless you.” Nangong Mo’s large hand swept, pulling Qian Yi into his embrace. Smiling softly, he looked at her blushing face—it was truly adorable.

He had let go. At least Ruoxi and Luo Mingyu could be together happily, whether or not he remained by their side. Forcing it would gain nothing. Seeing her smile, seeing her happy—that was enough.

Ling Ruoxi’s lips curved faintly. “I also bless you, Nangong Mo. After returning, host a grand banquet and invite us. But for now… let’s deal with these lackeys!”

“You—hmph! Don’t think that just because you’re from Qiongyu Immortal Island, you can act recklessly! I’ll have you know—” Jiang Wei hadn’t finished speaking before the purple Dou Qi surged forward.

The eleven immediately stepped back. Purple-Rank—that was beyond their reach! Their eyes flickered nervously. Already wounded from the formation, they had no strength left to contend with a Purple-Rank. One by one, they turned and fled.

Only Jiang Ling squatted, clutching a lifeless corpse, casting a glance over his shoulder. His eyes flickered uncertainly before he strode forward.

“Chase!” Nangong Mo stepped forward, but the wound on his left shoulder made him grit his teeth, frowning at the path ahead.

Ling Ruoxi lightly raised a hand, stopping him. “Let the desperate go. Let them leave. A group of Blue-Ranks can’t cause much harm to Duanyun Kingdom. Besides, we’re all injured.”

A sweet taste touched her lips as blood trickled down the corner of Ling Ruoxi’s mouth. She wiped it away. The war was over, and her body slackened. Her eyes looked up at the sky, and a faint smile appeared. Suddenly, the world spun, and she collapsed forward.

Nangong Mo’s reflexes were sharp; he caught her instantly, his face falling. Her injuries were severe, yet she had come here to save them… he…

“Quick, get her back! Look at her right hand!” Qian Yi hurriedly supported Ling Ruoxi, her face ashen. She pressed down on Ling Ruoxi’s right hand—the bloodied palm had turned black, and strange, eerie light flickered along the wound. It was horrifying.

Recalling Ling Ruoxi’s injury from the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, his face darkened. “It’s the dragon’s venom! Find Qingyi, quickly!”

The million-strong army had disintegrated. The remaining soldiers surrendered. Duanyun’s rebellion was over. Purple-Rank Dou Qi practitioner Luo Mingyu personally helped restore the city’s barrier, stronger than before.

The nation rejoiced, grateful to those who helped.

But…

Two people lay on a bed, their faces flushed, their temperatures rising rapidly.

“This isn’t good. The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon’s poison is too hard to undo.” Qingyi’s blue eyes widened as he looked at the two before him. He pressed his hands on Luo Mingyu’s chest. The body tainted with venom had turned black. He gasped repeatedly but showed no signs of waking.

The person across from him was in the same state—their right hand had already blackened, and nothing could stop the venom’s spreading aura.

The Silver Wolf’s face darkened as he guarded the prone figures. A faint silver light flickered on his brow. “The venom is about to reach Ruoxi’s heart. Quick—find a way to stop it!”

“I’m using silver needles to block the venom’s path, but Ruoxi is injured. Her internal Dou Qi can’t be controlled, and now it’s flowing directly into her heart. I—” Qingyi’s blue eyes trembled, and the silver needle in his hand clattered to the ground.

Even Nangong Mo and Qian Yi jumped in alarm, rushing over. “What’s happening?” Both were still injured, bandages limiting their movement.

They all held their breath, eyes fixed on Ling Ruoxi’s right arm. The black venom coating it trembled. A white aura enveloped her arm, suppressing the black poison, which now flowed outward from the wound.

“Ah, I forgot—she swallowed the Five-Colored Flower. She also has the spiritual essence that Bai Liyan inserted. She’s immune to all poisons. She’s just unconscious—her body is adjusting itself.” Qingyi wiped the sweat from his brow, letting out a relieved sigh.

Nangong Mo held his left shoulder, glancing at Qian Yi. “How do you feel now?”

“Fine. A small wound like this won’t kill me. But your injury…” Qian Yi frowned, brushing sweat from Nangong Mo’s brow. The pain made his face pale.

“All right, all right. Stop bickering. You two are fine, Ruoxi is fine—but that doesn’t mean everyone else is safe.” Qingyi muttered, checking Luo Mingyu’s pulse. His face darkened slightly as he gripped the silver needle and inserted it into Luo Mingyu’s acupoints.

Each insertion was painstakingly precise. His wounds were close to the heart—too much force or a misplacement could mean death. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he focused, managing only three needles in the time of an incense stick.

As Qingyi’s long fingers moved, Ling Ruoxi opened her eyes, quickly sitting up to look at Luo Mingyu. His face was pale, black smoke already spreading across his chest. The poison’s effect was severe.