FRGNM -Chapter 53 She’s My Woman!

“Die!” A piercing voice tore through the sky, startling birds from the branches.

The fiery figure in red surged forward, frail hands pressing against Ling Ruoxi’s shoulders. “Be careful…” He tried to push her away, but the speed behind him was too fast. Though once a Blue Respect Dou Qi Master, he was powerless now.

Fshhh! Orange Dou Qi violently tore into his lower abdomen. Bloodied claws struck Ling Ruoxi’s stomach. The two figures that had just been standing in the street were sent flying, crashing violently to the ground.

It all happened so quickly that the onlookers didn’t react in time. Their dazed expressions instantly turned to horror. Instinctively, they covered their mouths, staring at the two bodies lying in a pool of blood.

Cough… cough… Dou Qi masters—this was something she could never hope to match. Her body dictated her strength. She had been too careless, not expecting Ling Huiru to strike in public, and with a lethal move at that.

“Huangfu Xuan…” Ling Ruoxi’s clothes were already stained red from blood. She coughed, unable to examine her own injuries, and quickly turned to the fallen man, her pupils contracting in shock.

Huangfu Xuan lay in a pool of blood, a gaping hole ripped across his back. His arm had been pierced through his lower abdomen, gutting his insides. Even for a Dou Qi master, severe internal injuries like this were fatal!

“Huangfu Xuan, stay with me! Huangfu Xuan!” Ling Ruoxi extended her hand. Silver needles appeared in a flash. She had no time to worry about Ling Huiru behind her; she had to save Huangfu Xuan.

Eighteen silver needles pierced his acupoints, sealing the life force leaking from his body. Ling Ruoxi pressed his pulse, nearly shedding tears.

He was too fragile. Other toxins still lingered in his body, and long-term medicine had made him highly resistant to treatment. Even a millennia-old Lingzhi would barely help him; these wounds were beyond ordinary remedies.

“It’s useless. My Dou Qi is already rebelling…” Huangfu Xuan’s face was deathly pale. He grabbed Ling Ruoxi’s wrist, gritting his teeth. “Your injuries can be treated. First, bind yourself…”

“Shut up!” Ling Ruoxi roared, needles plunging into his other acupoints. “Idiot! Fool! Who told you to charge in? Don’t be in such a hurry to die. Relax—I won’t let you die. I absolutely won’t!”

“Heh… this life was saved by you. I should have died on the snowfield long ago, wasn’t I?” His lips curved slightly as the raging Dou Qi surged through his body. Despite the pain, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

Sweat drenched his hair; his pale face showed a faint flush. His blood circulation improved, but Ling Ruoxi knew it was fleeting. She had to act quickly!

“I said shut up! It’s nothing for me!” Ling Ruoxi released his hand, sweeping both arms down. Silver needles hidden in her sleeves flashed like lightning, striking his acupoints with precision.

She had thought the sixty-four needle technique would only be used once all the medicine was collected. She never expected to need it in this emergency.

Huangfu Xuan smiled faintly. Perhaps it was easy for her, but for him, it was a gift of life. She gave him hope, showed him the value of living, and never treated him as a waste.

Once a Blue Respect Dou Qi Master, he had stood above all princes of Eastern Ling, the youngest and proudest of his generation. But in a single night, he became a crippled man—betrayed, poisoned, and most of his Dou Qi sealed. Struggling to resist the toxin, he searched for rare medicines to lift the seal and regain his power.

How ironic that his own father, believing slander, sent him away from Eastern Ling, intending him to die en route to Beining.

Yet, fate intervened—he met her.

A faint smile lifted his lips. For the first time in a long while, he felt at ease. Looking at the sun above, he felt the chaotic Dou Qi in his body vanish. Pain peeled away like shedding skin. He felt as light as a cloud, ready to leave this world at any moment.

“Huangfu Xuan! Stay alive! Control your Dou Qi!” Ling Ruoxi’s body contained no Dou Qi. She had sealed all his major points. The eighty-four needles were in place—only his Dou Qi needed to be controlled to stabilize him.

“Someone with Dou Qi… I beg you… lend your Dou Qi to Huangfu Xuan… save him!” She turned to the crowd behind, desperation in her voice. There had to be Dou Qi masters present!

Yet… the crowd exchanged glances and stepped back. No one came forward.

Despair surged, and her heart shattered. Her trembling hands clenched in anger, eyes full of hatred at the bystanders. Why… why wouldn’t anyone help?

“Ruoxi… remember, everything in the world has rules. As healers, we save lives if we can. If we cannot, then… let them be…”

Let them be…

But she was so close! She had done everything possible. Was Dou Qi so hard to obtain?

“Ahhh!” A scream of despair echoed. Kneeling, tears streamed down her face. Pain tore through her abdomen, blood staining her white robes like plum blossoms blooming in winter—beautiful yet tragic.

“Don’t cry…” Huangfu Xuan smiled faintly. His black eyes changed hue, blurring her form.

The wind rose, lifting her white veil. Only he could see her flawless beauty. Truly beautiful…

“Hmph! Ling Ruoxi, today is your death!” Ling Huiru, momentarily shocked, regained her malice. Seeing Huangfu Xuan’s closed eyes, she thought, “He’s already dead—so what if I kill Ruoxi? Later I can claim she conspired to betray the country. Remove my enemy!”

Orange Dou Qi roared forward like a tiger, aimed at the kneeling woman.

“Foolish woman! Look at yourself—ugly. Who would want you?” A silver-haired figure appeared before her. Orange Dou Qi struck back violently.

Ling Ruoxi instinctively grabbed Luo Mingyu’s hand. “Save him… save Huangfu Xuan…”

“He won’t die. If you make yourself suffer like this, do you think he’ll be okay? Do you think I’ll be okay?” Luo Mingyu touched her nose, glancing behind.

A tremendous aura erupted. The onlookers staggered, falling to the ground in fear.

The rebounding orange Dou Qi, a hundred times stronger than Ling Huiru’s, struck her abdomen. She collapsed, clutching her stomach, her face turning ashen.

“Crown Princess?” Luo Mingyu smirked, self-mocking. “Crown Princess? Beining? What are they?”

His cold voice silenced everyone. No one dared breathe.

“She—Ling Ruoxi—is my woman! I can destroy Beining as easily as crushing an ant! My patience has limits. Don’t let me see anyone harm my woman again!” The imposing kingly figure swept purple Dou Qi over the pool of blood, lifting the fallen figure.

He turned, holding the “foolish woman” in his arms. In the next moment, the three figures disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood as evidence.

“Heavens! Who was that? A Purple Respect Dou Qi Master!”

“No mistake… Beining has a Purple Respect Dou Qi Master? Wait—I know him! He’s the young master of Qiongyu Island!”

“Oh my… the chosen young master… Ling Ruoxi is his woman? That means just now—”

Damn! No one noticed Ling Huiru kneeling on the ground. In her pain, she learned she could never conceive.

“Quick! Let go of me, Huangfu Xuan…” Ling Ruoxi ignored her own abdominal wounds, tearing fabric from her clothes to bind herself and pressing his pulse.

Thankfully, Luo Mingyu arrived just in time. Purple-level Dou Qi far surpassed blue-level, completely suppressing the runaway Dou Qi within Huangfu Xuan. Excessive bleeding had damaged his kidneys—his condition was critical and required immediate treatment.

“You fool. I said he won’t die. I told you he wouldn’t die!” The domineering man pulled Ling Ruoxi close, forcibly holding her in his arms.