FRGNM -Chapter 7 What a Sharp Tongue

Ha, she wasn’t wrong. Now she truly began to suspect whether Ling Ruoxi had been “given away with the phone plan.” Her own biological father—after his daughter was humiliated—could still remain so calm, saying such words without a single expression of concern, not even a hint of a greeting. The moment he opened his mouth, it was all about the family’s reputation. In front of the family, feelings were cold-blooded.

A smirk curved on her lips. Ling Ruoxi held the tea beside her, took a casual sip, and spoke in an unhurried tone:

“As the saying goes, if a child is uneducated, it is the father’s fault. I have brought shame to the Ling family—but isn’t that ultimately your fault, for raising me this way? You want me to kneel? Why don’t you kneel to the ancestors of the Ling family instead? If producing a daughter like me is considered a misfortune for the Ling family, perhaps it would be better to slit your own throat in front of the ancestral tablets—then at least in the afterlife, you could face the ancestors without shame!”

“Dad, look! This waste is talking nonsense… she, she actually wants to… Dad, why keep such an unfilial daughter in the Ling family!” Ling Huiru’s face drained of color as she quickly grabbed Ling Hu’s arm.

Even Ling Roudan didn’t expect the girl in front of them to actually tell her father to die. Which daughter would ever wish her father dead? This… cursed waste, what nonsense is she spouting?

Ling Hu’s face turned red with fury. How could he have imagined Ling Ruoxi speaking like this? And yet, he couldn’t find a single word to retort. His eyes nearly popped out, pointing at Ling Ruoxi as if he might burst a vein in his face.

“You, you… you… you—”

“You what ‘you’? I also have a name, old man. If you’re done for, better have your wife and children prepare your coffin early, so there’s at least someone to bury you. Look at you panting like this—your lung and kidney function must be bad. I advise you to tone down the ‘exercise’ in bed; you’re old, and if you die under a woman’s skirt, wouldn’t that be a laughingstock?” Ling Ruoxi sipped her tea recklessly, a faint smile on her face, as if none of this concerned her.

The three people beside her were already purple with anger. Did this waste really say these things? Normally, she stayed alone in the mansion, never going out. Now she steals men and tells her father to die, even talks about dying under a woman’s skirt!

“Ling Ruoxi, you beast!”

“Thanks, beast’s dad.”

They glared at each other, eyes nearly popping, teeth gritted—so furious they wanted to throw her out immediately.

But the imperial court had only just been informed. They would have to wait a few days for the edict. For now, they had to let her be. Once the decree arrived, they could sever ties with this waste completely.

Ling Hu didn’t bother arguing further. With a cold snort, he said indifferently:

“Ling Ruoxi, it’s not that your father doesn’t care for you, but you’ve ruined the family’s reputation. For the next three days, you will stay home and reflect, no going out. Roudan, Huiru, make sure to look after your third sister and crush any thought of her escaping.”

The words look after were heavy with warning.

The Ling family was a minor military family in Beining, a vassal of Duanyun. The Ling family had declined a hundred years ago. By now, even Ling Hu only had three daughters, and no sons.

Their mother had died early. Ling Hu had pinned all his hopes on Ling Huiru. She was supposed to marry the Crown Prince, but due to fate, she became the Crown Princess instead. The Ling family resented her deeply. But Ling Ruoxi didn’t care about that—what mattered to her was Dou Qi!

Everyone here had a magical ability called Dou Qi. Once cultivated, one could absorb and harness energy, forming Dou Qi. Its levels were Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Cyan, Blue, Purple, with Red being the lowest. By age twenty, ordinary people could reach Orange. Ye Ningfeng, a genius at twenty, reached Green, becoming an idol among many young girls.

Ling Ruoxi, however, was the only person on the continent unable to use Dou Qi—a once-in-a-millennium constitution. She couldn’t absorb spiritual energy, couldn’t form Dou Qi. For this, she was labeled a waste and mocked, even by ordinary maids.

Laughable. Such trivial Dou Qi… she actually wanted it.

As a special agent, she’d only seen powers on TV. Now that they appeared before her, her instincts stirred. Could she form Dou Qi if she absorbed spiritual energy?

With this thought, Ling Ruoxi followed the cultivation method recorded in the books. After an hour of practice, she felt a cool sensation throughout her body. A thick spiritual energy flowed through her limbs, circled her body in a great cycle, then moved toward her dantian (energy center).

“Whoosh!” Just as it was about to converge, the Dou Qi slipped out like air from a deflating balloon.

Repeated attempts yielded the same result. Ling Ruoxi nearly tore the book apart in frustration. Could it be that she really was born a waste, incapable of cultivating Dou Qi?