FRGNM -Chapter 71 Humiliation

“This…” The fragment of memory in Ling Ruoxi’s mind cracked, and she froze. “Could it be the Poison Scripture?”

“Poison Scripture?” Fang Xu’s eyes flickered with a dark light. He quickly covered Ling Ruoxi’s mouth, and with his left hand, naturally wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her close to his chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the darkness behind them and lowered his head to press a soft kiss against her cheek.

“Shh… Ruoxi, no one can know about the Poison Scripture, especially Luo Mingyu. Remember that…” Pressing lightly on her waist with his left hand, Fang Xu released her waist. “Let’s go. From now on, you’ll live in my residence. Whatever happens, I’ll back you up.”

“Is it really that powerful?” Ling Ruoxi smiled faintly, her eyes flickering toward the corner of the wall. Was that presence just now… Luo Mingyu?

What did it all mean? Resting her cheek in thought, Ling Ruoxi gazed at the bright moon outside the window, then looked down at the two little ones asleep on the bed. A smile tugged at her lips.

If Fang Xu really was the father of these two children, that would be perfect. They wouldn’t have to suffer anymore and could enjoy a rich, privileged life.

But… why did their father have to be that man?

Subconsciously, she reached to touch her shoulder, remembering the mark on her back. She hadn’t admitted it herself, yet Luo Mingyu had recognized the mark—and that day, only that man was present. The memory was vague, and she didn’t even remember the man’s face clearly.

“Daddy, I can do it… I can do it…” In her dream, Yizhui mumbled, leaning on Yimeng’s small arm, pursing his lips and kicking the blanket off the bed.

Ling Ruoxi stifled a chuckle and got up to cover the two little ones with a blanket. She gently stroked Yizhui’s face. The child looked exactly like Luo Mingyu, only with more innocence.

“Ugh!” A silent, strong hand suddenly covered Ling Ruoxi’s mouth and dragged her backward.

A strong medicinal scent spread, making her pupils constrict. She elbowed at the person behind her, but it was like hitting steel; her arm went numb from the pain.

However, due to her body soaked in medicine and the effects of the Five-Colored Flower, her constitution wasn’t as weak as an ordinary person’s. That frail figure pressed a dagger to her waist and thrust it backward.

The person behind her seemed surprised by the move, quickly stepping back. Distance between them instantly widened.

“Who… are you?” Ling Ruoxi’s cheek still bore the fresh scratch the man had inflicted. She looked up to see a slightly lean man in a black coat, wearing a black eyepatch that obscured one eye. Only a cold, piercing gaze remained, paired with refined features and an icy, aloof demeanor.

Even Ling Ruoxi didn’t know how to describe him—she only knew the gap between them was enormous. Just standing there, his overwhelming aura made her legs weak.

What kind of man could enter Fang Xu’s territory and make it here? But why had such a powerful man come?

The stranger’s aura and gaze filled her with fear. Instinctively, she spread her legs to shield the two sleeping children on the bed. Even though her hands trembled, she stood firm.

“You don’t need to know who I am…” His hoarse voice carried infinite loneliness, like a dying elder. The man stepped forward, coldly pulling off the belt at his waist.

The familiar motion made Ling Ruoxi pause. “You’re Luo Mingyu?” Only that rough man would act like this.

“Heh…” A cold laugh echoed. Ling Ruoxi’s scalp tingled as she saw him step closer. She slammed her hands on the table and rushed out. “Fang Xu, Fang…”

Bang! The previously open door slammed shut. Ling Ruoxi froze, panic coursing through her. She instinctively rolled to the side, dagger in hand, slashing toward the man’s neck.

“Hmph!” The cold voice echoed. The man stood unmoved, letting the dagger stab at his chest.

At the moment the dagger fell, a strip of purple Dou Qi appeared on his chest. Crack! The dagger shattered. Ling Ruoxi was stunned, and before she could react, the rough, strong hands wrapped around her waist, kicking the table aside.

Bang! The impact resounded. Ling Ruoxi struggled, glancing at the two children on the bed—they seemed fast asleep, oblivious to her cries.

“Yizhui! Yimeng!” She shouted, her eyes filled with murderous intent. Black pupils flared with bloodlust. She flipped her hands, gripping the man’s wrist coldly.

“Hm?”

Bang! Their palms clashed. The two stood back, while the woman kneeling on the ground had blood-red eyes, icy aura spreading like it would engulf the world.

The retreating man raised a brow, a trace of mockery in his eyes. “Is it the Five-Colored Flower?”

“Get lost!” Slowly standing, the purple pattern on her brow glowed seductively.

The man casually patted his coat, extended his right hand, and pinched forward.

Crack! Air around him seemed absorbed, space frozen. He reached out, pressing on the space as if it were glass. He lightly hooked Ling Ruoxi’s chin.

Clatter! The compressed aura exploded. When she looked again, the two figures were gone.

Her Dou Qi had been destroyed; Ling Ruoxi had no means of resistance. Earthly skills were useless against a Dou Qi master.

Pfft! Suddenly emerging from water, Ling Ruoxi shivered. The icy pool threatened to freeze her solid. Thick mist obscured her surroundings. She hugged herself, staring at the man across the water.

“What… what do you want?” Her voice trembled, soft and delicate despite her anger, evoking sympathy.

The man didn’t speak. Calmly, he removed his black coat and stepped toward her in the water.

Ling Ruoxi’s scalp tingled in fear. She followed him step by step, retreating instinctively.

His eyes glimmered with desire, as if trying to burn her away. The terrifying aura made resistance impossible.

“Ah!” Cornered, Ling Ruoxi tried to get out of the water, but his hands grabbed her waist, dragging her back into the icy depths.

“Damn it!” Her clothes were fragile at this moment. Her pure body shone under the moonlight like carved jade, painfully beautiful.

Her panicked eyes, trembling body, stirred overwhelming desire. The woman in the water didn’t care, as if this were just a meal. He coldly removed her pants, wrapped her fragile body around him, moving toward his hardness.

“Get away! I… I’m the woman of Qiongyu Immortal Island’s young master! You can’t touch me! Luo Mingyu, where are you?” Panic surged in Ling Ruoxi. Her mind could think of nothing but the man before her.

“Qiongyu Immortal Island, my ass,” the hoarse voice sneered, cold and merciless.

The man’s hardness pierced her in an instant. Her will was shredded, pain like a wolf-tooth hammer smashing her heart into silver needles, dripping into her lifeless core.

Her lips were bitten, long nails digging into flesh. Her eyes, full of hatred, stared forward, blood dripping onto her chest in the icy water.

No pleasure, not even pain—only numb, dead-eyed resentment.

The man’s movements slowed, biting her neck gently. In his cold eyes, a trace of tenderness appeared.

She didn’t know how she left that place, how she mechanically dressed, returned to the bed, or even fell asleep. When she did sleep, it was like the world flipped—chaotic, senseless, feeling nothing.

“Mother… Mother, don’t forget Yimeng… Mother…” Soft crying echoed in her ears, like the only light dragging her from darkness. Familiar warmth pressed against her chest, wet and sticky.

What was this… In the black night, faint golden light flickered. The words Poison Scripture shone in the air.

“Three parts poison in medicine: one for yourself, two for your lover, three for father and son. My Poison Scripture is hard to find. Three volumes, for future disciples. Only those fated can learn it. The three volumes must be experienced through life and death—this is the entry path.”