FRGNM -Chapter 67 The Mysterious Person

Crack… The sound of bones breaking echoed through the forest. The blood-soaked woman moved like a hellish Asura, her piercing eyes like daggers, cutting straight into everyone’s hearts.

That gaze! Ling Huiru forgot to resist in that instant. She finally realized the man had not lied—the eyes before her were not humanly possible!

Had she really fought her way up here? Covered in blood, wielding a cleaver that left cracks in the trees, she had somehow advanced with such a weapon!

“It’s you…” A cold voice rang out. Ling Ruoxi looked at the woman ahead, her right hand casually swinging, the blood on her sword dripping away.

Her legs trembled. Ling Huiru tried to hide behind the man, only to realize he was gone. She stumbled backward, preparing to scream, when a voice whispered in her ear: “Hold her off. I’m right behind you. This time, we finish her here!”

Bolstered by another’s courage, Ling Huiru puffed out her chest and laughed, “So what if it’s me? I kidnapped your children, I sent the letter. Once you reach here, do you really think you can leave alive?”

“My children… give them back to me.” The trembling voice seemed to come from the netherworld. Her mechanical movements slowly advanced. The cleaver in her hand shattered. She drew a dagger from her side, eyes fixed on the people ahead.

Boundless killing intent radiated from her. The black aura swirled around her like a coiling black dragon, a terrifying monster that made anyone nearby flinch. No one dared meet her gaze.

Indeed… such overwhelming killing intent! Forced back by the aura, Ling Huiru gasped for breath. “Your children are dead! I killed them! You made it so I could never bear children, so now you will be lonely forever! You are now as infertile as I am. They’re dead… and now so can you be!”

“Dead?” Deep in her heart, the final string of her soul snapped. Rage surged to her forehead. Her black, starry eyes instantly turned blood-red.

Dead… her children… dead?

When she first arrived in this world, she had no one. No one cared for her, no one understood her.

She was an anomaly. Her thoughts were incomprehensible. Even on Liuli Island, she felt alien. The strangeness of leaving Earth terrified her. Only with the birth of these two children did she understand what it meant to be a mother.

She restrained herself, suppressing her killing intent, trying to be a good mother—protecting and nurturing them.

Their minds were shaped by her. She told them stories of Earth—about nuclear weapons that could destroy entire cities, even nations. She shared fairy tales, myths, and stories of her homeland, keeping herself connected to her past through them.

Her only emotional anchor… her children.

“Ah!” A tragic scream rang through the forest. Flames reflected in her eyes. Anger and bloodlust shot skyward. Tears silently fell. She was not a fragile person, yet in this moment, she could not control her eyes or her tears.

They were gone…

Deep memories shattered. What had once been flesh and blood was torn from her. No one remained—not even that man, who had left, leaving her utterly alone.

Clutching her ears in terror, Ling Huiru stared at the scene before her. The standing woman roared, making the entire forest tremble. Monsters scattered in fear. Around her, a faint purple aura enveloped her, converging between her brows into a symbol on her forehead.

“It’s appeared… finally!” A black-clad man, hidden in the shadows, chuckled coldly, flicking his wrist. A hidden projectile on his sleeve darted toward the woman.

At the same time, a lithe figure shot forward like an arrow released from a bow. With a reverse grip, a dagger swung horizontally toward Ling Ruoxi.

Clang! The purple aura flared violently. The woman stepped forward, the aura expanding like a golden bell, tightly surrounding her.

The projectile fell harmlessly. She calmly raised her right hand to collide with the dagger. “Why… why is it you, Senior Brother!”

“Hmph…” The black-clad man’s attack failed. He stepped back, coldly watching Ling Ruoxi. Her right hand held the dagger, dripping with blood. Such force… Purple Zun Dou Qi was indeed formidable!

“Senior Brother?” Ling Huiru froze. She never expected that the man helping her would be Ling Ruoxi’s senior brother. So naturally, he would know what had happened on Liuli Island.

Tang Yinhai smiled coldly, slowly retracting his dagger. He touched the silver mask on his face and said softly, “I didn’t expect you to recognize me.”

“Senior Brother… I still remember your candied hawthorn,” the red-eyed woman said, her gaze calming. Under the purple Dou Qi, her wounds slowly healed. She stepped forward, coldly gripping the dagger.

“I still don’t understand why you betrayed our sect. Why slaughtered its disciples? They were just ordinary medics, like me, with no Dou Qi!”

“No Dou Qi? Ling Ruoxi, look at yourself. You are Purple Zun—Purple-level Dou Qi!” Tang Yinhai smiled, twisting his neck. “Your children are everything to you. Using them to force you… you would come. Am I wrong?”

“Senior Brother Tang…” She clenched her hands. Her Dou Qi scattered, and she staggered, almost collapsing.

The man in front smirked. With a swift motion, his blade lunged forward like a leaping leopard, aiming at the woman ahead.

Fzzz! A cold iron claw gripped her shoulder. The shadowy figure stood before her. Raising his hand, the dagger aimed for her heart.

Calmly, Ling Ruoxi grabbed the claw. “Senior Brother…”

Her body shivered. The dagger trembled. Tang Yinhai paused, blade at her chest, smiling coldly. “I am not your senior brother. Your senior brother now is Jin Xuan. I am a rogue—willing to risk everything for power. The Purple Zun Dou Qi in your body… if I force it into your heart and absorb it, I can become Purple Zun.”

“Want to revive Tang Sect?” She smiled faintly, pressing the dagger to her chest, letting the crimson blood drip. “If that’s the case, take my heart.”

“How do you know?” Tang Yinhai’s pupils constricted. He gripped the dagger, afraid to strike.

Ling Ruoxi smiled lightly. “Master told me. You are the last survivor of Tang Sect. You forget? That sleeve dart in your hand—I modified it. I know it is coated with deadly poison. While I am still alive, quickly transfer the Dou Qi. That uncontrollable Dou Qi—what use is it now? It only appears in critical moments.”

“That old man… how could he know? I hid on Liuli Island for twenty years! How could he know I’m from Tang Sect?” Tang Yinhai’s hands trembled. He dropped the dagger and grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t die! Tell me why he knows!”

“Master was right. You were always foolish. Simple truth: from the start, Master knew you were from Tang Sect. He took you in, let you learn medicine on Liuli Island, risking conflict with assassins hunting Tang Sect. He often said: ‘You are a good child, but blinded by hatred. In the end, the loser is yourself.’”

Ling Ruoxi coughed blood, smiling faintly. She took Tang Yinhai’s wrist, pressing it to her chest. “Rebuilding Tang Sect takes time. Yizhui and Yimeng are gone. I cannot control Dou Qi. Living serves no purpose. Better to treat this as a dream… maybe I can return to my former world.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. How could I harm my nephew and niece? They are safe in the palace. Ruoxi! Ruoxi!” Tang Yinhai released the iron claw. Black blood spread from the wounds, the aura creeping toward her heart.

The purple aura protected her heart, stopping the black energy from reaching it, but it could not halt the spread of other toxins.

“What are you waiting for? Kill her!” Ling Huiru shouted, though doubt crept in.

Tang Yinhai turned sharply, glaring at her. “Get out. Don’t show yourself again!”

“You!” Ling Huiru’s face darkened. She realized they belonged to the same sect; they wouldn’t truly strike her. She snorted and fled down the mountain.

Tang Yinhai quickly checked Ling Ruoxi’s shoulder wounds. Five gaping blood holes were already coated in black, impossible to heal. He squatted, preparing to lift her.

But the moment he touched her shoulder, another large hand gently pressed over his.

“Don’t move.”

“Who are you?” Tang Yinhai’s body shivered. As an assassin of Tang Sect, he hadn’t heard the other’s approach. He didn’t even know when they arrived.

Who was this person, and how could they be so formidable?