FRGNM -Chapter 314 Seclusion

Boom!The ground ahead suddenly split apart, a massive fissure tearing open to both sides. Countless guards had no time to steady themselves before they slid straight down.

The black-clad man standing there with a black scythe lowered his head slightly in a wicked, enchanting manner, letting the wind lift his long hair. His narrow eyes tilted upward, silent amusement rippling within them.

Slender fingers spread toward the sky. A cold glint flashed through his dark eyes, and an alluring purple light shimmered. He advanced with slow, measured steps, like a god descending from the heavens—clearly wreathed in killing intent, yet carrying an eerily seductive aura of holiness, granting light to others while mercilessly trampling them beneath his feet.

Crash!

The entire sky seemed to collapse as black lightning descended from above, striking the ground again and again. Heaven and earth appeared overturned, filling all who witnessed it with instinctive dread.

Holding Ting Hai’s wrist with one hand, Ling Ruoxi swiftly channeled her own Dou Qi into his body. Wherever the qi passed, it rapidly repaired his internal organs. She didn’t even dare lift the seal on Ting Hai’s Dou Qi—he was completely unconscious. If it were released now, his qi would spiral into chaos, and with his damaged meridians, his body would explode instead.

She couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath. Even Qing Yi’s expression grew grave. Dark light flickered in his eyes as he examined Ting Hai. The situation was far from optimistic. Though he had taken pills and they were repairing his meridians and fractured bones, still…

The injuries were too severe. Even if he survived, he would only be a cripple.

For Dou Qi practitioners, death was preferable to becoming useless.

“Treat him first. Clear your minds and focus.” With her eyes closed, Ling Ruoxi sensed the chaotic aura opposite her and spoke calmly. No one wanted this to happen. Ting Hai was unconscious—if he woke up later, what he might do was anyone’s guess.

Jiang Yu merely frowned, walked over indifferently, and stopped beside Ting Hai. Holding the Moon-Slaying Dragon Chant in one hand, he drew the blade. Golden light burst forth as a single drop of purple blood fell onto Ting Hai’s lips—and vanished instantly.

“Consider it a meeting gift.” Casting a cold glance at the man lying there, Jiang Yu sheathed the Moon-Slaying Dragon Chant and leaned aside, closing his eyes to rest.

Yuwen Zhiyuan’s eyes lit up immediately. He laughed softly. “A drop of Purple Bamboo essence blood rivals any treasure in the world. You look cold on the surface, but you’re actually quite loyal and warm-hearted. Just because he’s a friend of Ruoxi and Mingyu, you’re willing to help him like this, huh?”

“What Purple Bamboo essence blood?” Scratching his head, Silver Wolf frowned. “Quiet for now—let’s wait and see how Ting Hai does.”

Ling Ruoxi and Qing Yi stopped at the same time. Using their remaining Dou Qi here was extremely difficult, but a single drop of Purple Bamboo essence blood could solve everything. Purple Bamboo, born of heaven and earth, was naturally rich in spiritual energy—one drop was more than enough.

“Why did you stop?” Silver Wolf frowned. This wasn’t the time for talk, and… Ting Hai’s condition was extremely—

The next instant, Silver Wolf’s jaw nearly hit the ground.

The previously motionless Ting Hai shuddered as purple spiritual energy rapidly enveloped him, surrounding his body like lightning.

Purple Bamboo energy was anything but simple. In just moments, Ting Hai’s body had fully recovered—even his meridians were completely reconnected, without a trace of injury.

Only his Dou Qi remained sealed for now. Recovery didn’t mean he could use Dou Qi—his body simply couldn’t withstand it yet, and his acupoints hadn’t been opened. He merely looked healed.

“His injuries were severe—he’ll likely sleep for some time. But I’m curious,” Hua Chou turned to the others and stepped forward, placing a hand on Jiang Yu’s shoulder. Sharp light burst from his eyes. “Why do you possess Purple Bamboo energy? You don’t carry any human aura at all. Could you be transformed from Purple Bamboo? Yet your body is clearly human.”

“Something happened, so he entered this child’s body,” Ling Ruoxi explained as she stood. “We came to find Master Yin Liang hoping he could forge the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles and extract the Purple Bamboo consciousness to fuse into them.” Now that Yin Liang was dead, all hope rested on Hua Chou.

Light flickered in Hua Chou’s dark eyes. Resting his chin on one hand, he said, “No wonder—when I first saw the divine needles, one of them had far less spiritual energy than the other four. It lacked a vessel spirit. But forging the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles requires immense mental strength and time—at least one year. Can you wait?”

“One year?!” Ling Ruoxi nearly jumped up, gasping sharply. She’d thought it would only take some time—never imagined it would be that long.

Hua Chou nodded. “Also, you must arrange my residence. To forge the needles, I need another location—but I can’t leave this area. You must forbid anyone from entering. If I’m disturbed, the divine needles will backlash. Then not only will there be no needles—even the Purple Bamboo will be lost.”

“So we’re supposed to be your guards too?” Silver Wolf’s jaw nearly dislocated. He wanted nothing more than to kick the man out.

Raising an eyebrow, Hua Chou looked at him coolly. “Unwilling? Oh, and I’ll need a cup of Silver Wolf blood. We’ll use yours—Snow Wolf King.”

“Damn you, I’ll fight you!” Silver Wolf shot to his feet. This was blatant personal revenge!

Watching him flail, Hua Chou said calmly, “No blood is fine too—then I’ll take a Silver Wolf whip instead. Both are pure-yang items. One will suffice.”

“You—you—!” Nearly choking on his own saliva, Silver Wolf jumped up, his pale face turning purple as his teacup shattered with a crack.

A whip my ass!

It was just a cup of blood—fine, he’d give it!

Qing Yi could only sigh helplessly. Stepping forward, he pulled Silver Wolf back and asked softly, “Hua Chou—once the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles are forged, can Ting Hai be cured?”

Dark light flashed in Hua Chou’s eyes. Pressing a hand to the table, he shook his head.
“That depends on you. My duty is only to forge the needles. Saving him—that’s your responsibility.”

You bear the consequences of fulfilling your own duty.

Ling Ruoxi clenched her fists and nodded heavily. “No problem. As long as you forge the needles, I’ll find a way to cure Ting Hai!”

“Don’t force it!” Qing Yi scolded. If the needles proved useless, everything would be in vain.

Bang!

The door burst open as a white figure entered. His gaze locked onto the man lying on the bed, and he let out a quiet breath of relief.

Everything outside had been settled—no traces left behind. Even the bodies had sunk into the earth and been sealed. Dig three feet down, and you still wouldn’t find them.

“How is Ting Hai?” Luo Mingyu asked softly.

Ling Ruoxi knew what he wanted to ask. She gently took his cold hand and smiled faintly. “Don’t worry. Leave it to me. I’ll cure Ting Hai—once the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles are made. May I go out alone for a bit?”

“Mm.” Luo Mingyu patted her head and kissed her forehead.

She acknowledged softly and walked out.

Silver Wolf’s heart jolted. He hurried after her, frowning. “Ruoxi’s not in a good state—she’s stuck at a mental barrier. I’ll watch her. You continue…”

Wind brushed through her long hair as the figure standing in the mountains gazed at the distant range. One step forward would lead out—toward other cities. Yet the villagers refused to leave, locking themselves inside.

Why must there always be birth, aging, sickness, and death? Why endless suffering and calamity?

Whether heaven-born spirits, humans, or beasts—what truly controls life? Beyond this place lay another death. If so, why take that step at all?

“Ruoxi… Ru—”

The white figure moved swiftly through the mountains. He could feel her helplessness, her fear—but still, he could do nothing.

His fists clenched—then he saw her.

Silver Wolf called once, but couldn’t speak again.

White wings spread from Ling Ruoxi’s back as she pressed her hand against a formation. Light flickered at her brow as the bewitching purple totem reappeared, enduring and unbroken.

Stepping forward instinctively, Silver Wolf froze in shock—the area was sealed by a barrier. He couldn’t approach at all. With no Dou Qi left, breaking it was impossible.

This continent… how was it connected? The Dou Qi here would never exist on Earth—because Earth lacked the substances this world held. And yet, that absence had driven technological advancement, countless weapons changing everything.

This continent, blessed with Dou Qi, had lost innovation. Technology stagnated. Dou Qi masters remained exalted; ordinary people remained ordinary. That had never changed.

Her long lashes trembled as Ling Ruoxi slowly sat within the formation. Golden light enveloped her. In an instant, brilliance filled her vision, and within the darkness of her mind, large golden characters appeared one after another.