FRGNM -Chapter 334 Turning the Tide

Everywhere it passed, the black Nine-Yin Nether Qi split to the sides, not daring to touch the life force.

“Mingyu, are you okay?” Ling Ruoxi pressed her hand against Luo Mingyu’s pulse, her face paling. The reflection of the Nine-Yin Nether Qi had caused nearly all of his internal energy to surge uncontrollably. What made Ling Ruoxi even more anxious was that this batch of Nine-Yin Nether Qi was far stronger than before.

How could this be?! This is impossible!

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Luo Mingyu took a deep breath, pressing down Ling Ruoxi’s wrist. His hand was icy, completely devoid of warmth, which only heightened her concern.

No!

A glint of determination flashed in her eyes. Ling Ruoxi gripped Luo Mingyu’s hand and, focusing her will, channeled her own martial energy into him. Using the power of the Poison Scripture, she temporarily suppressed the chaotic energy within him.

Shaking his head, Luo Mingyu grabbed her wrist in return. “Don’t waste your energy. I can hold on!”

“Be careful, both of you!” Ling Feng inhaled deeply, watching the figure ahead. That thing… no, it wasn’t even a thing anymore—it had been completely consumed. The disgusting Nine-Yin Nether Qi, like shadows pasted to the ground, suddenly extended tendrils, reaching for the two in front.

“Move!”

Eyes narrowing, Ling Ruoxi quickly wrapped her arms around Luo Mingyu’s waist, ready to dodge. But she was fast—the white figure even faster. In an instant, it seemed they switched places. Ling Ruoxi stood firm, looking at him resolutely. “Trust me, I can do this.”

Thwack! The withered vine wrapped around Luo Mingyu, as if meeting a comrade. The surrounding Nine-Yin Nether Qi surged excitedly, rushing violently into his body.

The enveloping Nine-Yin Nether Qi covered Luo Mingyu completely.

“Mingyu!” Shocked, Ling Ruoxi spun, grabbing her Thunder Spear. Like a flash of lightning, she darted forward. “Break it!”

But her strike against the Nine-Yin Nether Qi was like scratching an itch—completely ineffective.

“Xiao Xi’er, don’t be impulsive!” Ling Feng grabbed her, exhaling sharply. “Nine-Yin Nether Qi devours martial energy. If you recklessly attack, your own energy will be consumed entirely. Don’t go!”

“But Mingyu—” Ling Ruoxi’s hands clenched tightly, her mind in chaos. Coldly, she said, “Even devouring should have limits. I refuse to believe he can keep absorbing endlessly. Let go of me!”

“You can’t go! Listen! Don’t be stubborn like my daughter—hey, you…” Ling Feng reached to pull her, only to find he’d grabbed nothing. He couldn’t help but laugh and cry at her temper—it was exactly like Baili Yan’s, never making things easy. But if his daughter dared to rush forward, why should he hold back?

Like lightning, he launched forward, infusing all his martial energy into the Nine-Yin Nether Qi ahead. A glint of sharp focus appeared in his eyes. Ling Ruoxi inhaled sharply, thrusting her spear forward—it became a bolt of lightning.

Sensing the aura, the Nine-Yin Nether Qi quickly moved aside. Yet, the instant her energy struck, the Nether Qi below vanished. Could her martial energy counter the Nine-Yin Nether Qi in front of her?

Her eyes sparkled as her energy rapidly spread through her body. She dove toward the familiar mass of Nine-Yin Nether Qi.

Hum! The surrounding Nine-Yin Nether Qi scattered, leaving the white figure momentarily frozen.

A cold hand nearly grabbed her neck in an instant. The black eyes flashed with deadly intent, completely covered in Nine-Yin Nether Qi, unmoved by Ling Ruoxi’s martial energy. The icy face betrayed no emotion.

“Mingyu, it’s me, Ruoxi…” Pressing her hands against his arm, Ling Ruoxi recalled her dreams. Upon awakening, the person before her had comforted her—but in the final moments, he had gripped her neck. Only Silver Wolf had pulled her back. Now, she felt as if she were still dreaming, hoping Silver Wolf could save her again, instead of facing this cruel reality.

“Xiao Xi’er!” Ling Feng’s face darkened. The Purple Bamboo Divine Needles shot forward, but the Nine-Yin Nether Qi moved even faster, instantly enveloping the person ahead and blowing him in another direction.

Across the imperial city, blood flowed. Corpses lay everywhere. Silver Wolf gasped; the golden barrier had already sealed the city, preventing outsiders from entering and buying them time. Yet these assassins had been specially trained, striking from the shadows—impossible to fully defend against.

All civilians had been evacuated, but tracking down the survivors remained extremely difficult.

“All done?” Turning to Silver Wolf, Yuwen Zhiyuan wiped sweat from his brow. How could so many assassins infiltrate the city? When did they get in?

Before Silver Wolf could respond, his expression changed drastically. It was as if something stabbed into his mind, his chest hit with a heavy blow, all his strength drained. He collapsed to the ground.

Yuwen Zhiyuan, sharing equal life force with Silver Wolf, sensed the unusual aura. His face paled, clutching his chest. “What’s happening? It’s unbearable!”

“What’s wrong with you two?” A figure in green frowned.

Silver Wolf pressed a hand to his chest, staring ahead. “Ruoxi… something’s wrong. Her life force—it’s truly fading. I have a soul-binding contract with her. If she dies, I die. Zhiyuan shares equal life; if I die, he dies too. So if Ruoxi is harmed, three of us will die.”

“Don’t talk nonsense…” The green-clad figure trembled, instinctively glancing toward the dark, sealed space. Clutching her hands, she silently prayed nothing would happen.

Ling Ruoxi held Luo Mingyu’s arms tightly, hearing Silver Wolf’s words telepathically. She couldn’t reply, staring at the man before her—so cold, as if all emotion had been stripped away, leaving only killing intent. She didn’t even know how to awaken him, recalling the gentleness he once showed.

“Mingyu.” Her slender fingers touched his familiar face. Ling Ruoxi smiled faintly, thinking of all they had been through together. But if he had lost his mind, could he no longer recognize even the closest person?

Her lips curved. She stopped struggling, standing quietly, letting his grip strengthen. If he still recognized her, he wouldn’t strike.

This time, she allowed herself to gamble—would he really kill her? Even if death came, she would accept it willingly.

Closing her eyes, tears fell onto the ground. The standing figure waited, but the grip lessened, replaced by a familiar embrace.

“Fool.” A hoarse voice came from Luo Mingyu. A cold tear fell on his arm, and memories played like a movie in his mind.

He could never kill the one he loved. Even the Nine-Yin Nether Qi inside him could not control his heart or his will.

“Ah!” He suddenly pushed Ling Ruoxi away, pressing his head. The Nine-Yin Nether Qi inside him surged outward, nearly draining all his energy. The figure sitting there was drenched in sweat.

Relief…

Breathing heavily, Luo Mingyu lifted his head and looked at the Nine-Yin Nether Qi. “It’s out. The Nine-Yin Nether Qi inside me has been extracted.”

“What happened?” Ling Ruoxi didn’t yet understand, but seeing him recover calmed her heart.

Wiping cold sweat from his brow, Luo Mingyu grasped his Bloodthirsty Black Scythe and shakily stood. “The Nine-Yin Nether Qi had existed in me for a long time. If left unchecked, it would control me. This time, it worked out. Baili Wushuang’s Nine-Yin Nether Qi was too strong, causing mine to surge violently. Unable to merge, it was forcibly extracted. My martial energy is temporarily depleted.”

“I see… as long as you’re okay.” Ling Ruoxi exhaled, supporting him.

Thwack! The figure ahead streaked like lightning. Five Purple Bamboo Divine Needles shattered the Nine-Yin Nether Qi, revealing the formidable life force. Ling Feng quickly positioned himself in front of the two, tapping his right hand. One needle entered Luo Mingyu’s hand, replenishing his martial energy.

Smiling, Ling Feng said, “Good. Finally, the Nine-Yin Nether Qi inside you has been drawn out. Now we can fight freely!”

“Master, you…” Luo Mingyu frowned, feeling a little vexed.

Realizing what Ling Feng had done earlier, Ling Ruoxi was stunned. Could it be that from the start, her father planned to use Baili Wushuang’s Nine-Yin Nether Qi to extract the energy from Mingyu?

“Yes. From the beginning, I never intended to help you. Now that the Nine-Yin Nether Qi is out and the Purple Bamboo needles have restored your energy, I have nothing to worry about. All that remains is to deal with this stinky thing.”