FRGNM -Chapter 29 Purple Sovereign

Hastily, she reached out and touched Luo Mingyu’s large hand. Sure enough, the person before her was like ice—his entire body cold, with not an ounce of warmth.

This condition… Ling Ruoxi frowned, placing her hand on Luo Mingyu’s forehead, asking in puzzlement, “What’s wrong with you? Your body temperature is so abnormal.”

“It’s nothing, just the cold toxin in my body,” he replied. He had long since gotten used to it. Even in the scorching heat, he had to wear thick cotton clothes. That day, when he removed them in front of Ling Ruoxi, it had already been the limit for him. Even in summer, if he went an hour without clothing, the cold toxin inside him would start to erode him.

Cold toxin? Ling Ruoxi frowned slightly, pulling a blanket over Luo Mingyu and holding his wrist. “Let me check your pulse and see where the cold toxin is coming from.”

She slowly closed her eyes. Pressing her hands to his pulse, her consciousness fully immersed in his meridians. Countless meridians crisscrossed his body, all covered with a layer of frost. The cold toxin accumulated in him for at least ten years—it wasn’t something that could be resolved overnight.

Moreover, the cold toxin was extremely powerful, forcing Luo Mingyu’s Dou Qi into the corners of his body. No wonder he could survive such severe injuries; it was because his own Dou Qi was suppressing it. It wasn’t that he couldn’t fight those people—he had to use part of his Dou Qi to contain the cold toxin in his body. If it surged unchecked into his heart meridian, he would be finished.

Fortunately, this man knew how to protect his heart meridian with Dou Qi; the area around his heart had been completely cleared by it. To treat him, someone truly extraordinary would be needed—someone who could use Dou Qi to fully drive back the cold toxin. Otherwise, they would need extremely potent yang-based medicines to dissolve the frost in his body.

“Hu…” Ling Ruoxi slowly opened her eyes and withdrew her hands. “Try not to use your Dou Qi. With your current condition, even ten lives wouldn’t be enough if you kept using it.”

“Mm.” Luo Mingyu responded casually. With the situation as critical as it was, how could he possibly not use Dou Qi?

The woman in front of him really was foolish—thinking about his condition at a time like this.

“And you… is your body feeling any better?” Luckily, there was an old doctor by the riverbank. Inquiries revealed it was just overexertion, and the silver needles required both strength and precision.

And…

He still remembered what the old doctor had said: she was pregnant. This time, her fetal energy had been affected, and her child in her womb was just one and a half months old!

One and a half months—what did that mean?

The person in front of him…

But that face… it was absolutely impossible. He didn’t know what had happened that night, but he could never forget that perfect face.

Moreover, her mark… could a strange mark appear on her body?

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Every hair on Ling Ruoxi’s body stood on end. She tugged at her clothes and quickly stood up.

Only then did Luo Mingyu withdraw his gaze, turning indifferently to look outside. “It’s nothing.”

“Forget it, I’m going back.” She got off the bed and pushed open the door to look for a room. But the moment the door opened, a chilling wind swept in.

Not good! That thought flashed through her mind, and Ling Ruoxi quickly shut the door. But it was already too late. The long arrow that slipped through the door seam shot into her arm like a venomous dragon.

“Zzzt!” Dark red blood spurted violently. Ling Ruoxi quickly pulled out the arrowhead and threw it to the ground. “Quick, hide!”

“You!” Luo Mingyu immediately stood up, pulled Ling Ruoxi into his arms, and pressed his hand over her acupoint. “Go hide.” This foolish woman had no Dou Qi at all. If she had gone out, she’d have been riddled with arrows long ago.

Leaning coldly by the window, Luo Mingyu watched the scene outside, his expression darkening. “The people from Tianwaitian really don’t give up. Stay inside and don’t come out.”

“Hey, don’t use Dou Qi!” Ling Ruoxi shouted, but he had already opened the door and stood outside. Faint purple Dou Qi burst forth, so blinding that it hurt the eyes.

Ling Ruoxi’s heart jolted. She froze. That purple Dou Qi—Purple Sovereign! No one on the Longxing Continent could confirm the existence of a Purple Sovereign, yet this random man she met was one!

Heavens, what’s happening in this world?! Her eyes nearly popped out. Seeing this, Ling Ruoxi didn’t know what to say.

Luo Mingyu was a Purple Sovereign—this news was utterly shocking!

“Look, purple Dou Qi! Purple!”

“My heavens! A Purple Sovereign! I finally see a Purple Sovereign!”

“Quick, record it! He’s so young!”

Everything happened so suddenly that those still on the ship couldn’t react, staring at Luo Mingyu in disbelief, their jaws practically hitting the ground.

Even Ling Ruoxi, after initial astonishment, snapped back to reality. She knew Luo Mingyu’s body—he was being eroded by the cold toxin. Using Dou Qi like this would only accelerate the toxin’s spread, and his internal injuries were severe.

This man… did he not care about his own body at all?

“Luo Mingyu, you’re looking for death!” Ling Ruoxi rushed out of the room, twisting his arm.

On the shore, countless archers were ready, their arrows glowing with green light, aimed at them.

This time, escape was impossible.

“I won’t die.” Calm and collected, the man stood confidently, looking ahead.

Tong Hai anxiously whispered, “Young master, no, your body…”

“Risk everything—maybe there’s a chance. Let’s go!” Luo Mingyu said calmly, his expression even colder as he pushed Ling Ruoxi behind him. His dark figure darted toward the lake shore like lightning.

“Fire!” This time, the assassins were more decisive. Countless arrows streaked forward in green light.

Luo Mingyu waved his hand, and the purple Dou Qi enveloped all the incoming arrows. With a flick of his sleeve, the arrows shot back toward the shore.

“Let me show you my power! Ice Rain!” Standing in midair, cold as an iceberg, purple Dou Qi gathered in his hands. Countless ice shards formed, surging like a tidal wave toward the shore.

The icy barrage, long as a dragon, shook everyone’s hearts. With a thunderous roar, the two sides clashed. The purple Dou Qi whistled through the crowd, yet weakened as it did so.

Everyone on the ship had long forgotten about Purple Sovereigns, fleeing in panic.

This idiot! Ling Ruoxi gritted her teeth, returned to the room, and slung the silver moon sword on her back. Flipping her hand, the dagger in her palm gleamed sharply.

“Luo Mingyu, catch this!” The small figure leapt from the ship, landing deftly without a scratch.

Gripping the silver moon sword in her left hand, she hurled it toward Luo Mingyu. The killer in her surged with killing intent from deep inside. At that moment, she was no longer herself.

Her cold eyes were devoid of emotion; even her gaze dimmed. Next, the small figure moved in an uncanny way, dodging arrows imbued with Dou Qi!

Even Luo Mingyu paused, instinctively catching the flying sword. With a hand movement, a “humming” sound resonated as silver light shot skyward. The crescent-shaped silver blade trembled lightly.

His eyes narrowed, Luo Mingyu held the silver moon sword, staring at Ling Ruoxi. How could his silver moon sword be in her hands?!

“Zzzt!” Without hesitation, Luo Mingyu slashed. Purple light surged with sharp killing intent. With a weapon in hand, his momentum rose again.

His speed, like lightning, was shocking. Dou Qi, once weakened, surged again. One sword after another sent chills down spines.

“Retreat!” Amid the chaos, someone shouted. The shore assassins quickly withdrew, as torches illuminated the island, rushing toward the lake.

“Cough…” Luo Mingyu spat blood, forcing the silver moon sword into the ground to enhance his Dou Qi. His body could barely endure it; without the sword…

“Hey, Luo Mingyu, you idiot!” Ling Ruoxi, drenched in sweat, thought helplessly. She had no Dou Qi, only relying on the Nine-Turn Bagua Steps from her poison manual to dodge attacks. Fortunately, the attackers focused on Luo Mingyu, otherwise she’d be dead.

Green-level Dou Qi users—who had this man provoked to get surrounded by thirty of them? Luckily, they weren’t blue-level, or she’d faint from fear.

Luo Mingyu, catching his breath, softened slightly as his cold gaze landed deeply on Ling Ruoxi.

Under that gaze, Ling Ruoxi shivered, goosebumps rising. “What are you doing? Are you crazy, staring at me like that?”

“Zzzt!” Without warning, the man, like an angry leopard, grabbed her arm, tearing her clothes with his right hand.

The sudden move terrified Ling Ruoxi, making her step back. She couldn’t resist—the stranger’s actions left her helpless.

“Slap!” A palm struck the mask, dagger pressed against the man’s neck. “Luo Mingyu, what are you doing? Who do you think I am? How dare you insult me!”

Her pure white back exposed, her slender waist fully visible. Her remaining clothing was almost gone, completely torn.

No marks appeared. Even Luo Mingyu froze, his rough hand gently pressing on her familiar back, sending a jolt of electricity through him.