FRGNM -Chapter 74 Light and Darkness

“Don’t know him, don’t recognize him. Why?” Ling Ruoxi raised an eyebrow and looked at the man before her.

“It’s nothing. I just smelled a scent on you that doesn’t belong to me. Do you know how I usually deal with people who betray me?” Luo Mingyu hooked an arm around Ling Ruoxi’s neck and lowered his head. Before she could react, he bit down hard on her wound.

The sudden pain snapped Ling Ruoxi fully awake. She swung her hand backhandedly and slapped Luo Mingyu. “Luo Mingyu, are you a damn dog?!”

“Correct, I was born in the Year of the Dog. Should I bite you a few more times then?” Luo Mingyu raised his brows, grabbed Ling Ruoxi’s hand, and smiled. “You look especially beautiful today. Stay with me tonight.”

“Ahem…” Nangong Qin couldn’t help coughing lightly. The entire banquet had turned into the two of them flirting openly. Even Fang Xu’s lips twitched as he looked at Ling Ruoxi, his brows slightly furrowed.

Yizhui, however, finally sobered up a bit and rubbed his head. “Mommy, why is my head spinning so badly? I feel awful—ugh…”

“Yizhui!” Ling Ruoxi hurriedly supported the drunk child and took out a white medicine bottle, placing it under Yizhui’s nose.

A sharp, pungent smell spread out, and Yizhui shuddered violently. “So smelly! It’s so smelly!”

“Good that you know it’s smelly. Drink again next time and see how I punish you. And you too—why are you arguing with a child and even letting him drink alcohol!” Ling Ruoxi kicked Luo Mingyu in the thigh, then turned to look at Fang Xu.

A cold hand pressed against her forehead. Pale purple light spread outward as Fang Xu smiled calmly. “Young Master of Qiongyu, don’t you think you’re overthinking things? One spirit still hasn’t returned. Are you really planning to let Ruoxi lose her hatred?”

Even after being violated, could someone truly remain so calm? A person without hatred was not a complete human being at all!

Fragments of memory gathered in her mind. The final trace of her spiritual essence returned to its place. Ling Ruoxi’s body trembled, and she instinctively took a step back as her memories gradually became clear.

She hated—hated why he left and never returned. She hated why he didn’t appear. She hated why he left. She hated why he wasn’t there when she was in trouble, why he didn’t help her.

She hated herself—hated that she had no combat aura, that she couldn’t save the person who fell off the cliff. She hated that she didn’t know how to cultivate aura, that even fighting magical beasts shattered her internal organs. If not for the Five-Colored Flower, she would have died on that cliff long ago.

From that moment on, the world without her came into being.

“Luo Mingyu.” Ling Ruoxi looked at him coldly and slapped him hard across the face, letting the blood from her neck stain her clothes. A faint hatred flowed from her black eyes.
“I said it before—there will never be any connection between us. Not even the slightest!”

She walked away with effortless decisiveness. They both turned their heads back, yet neither saw the moment the other looked back. That was enough. She would no longer hope for anything extravagant—she still had other friends.

“Fang Xu, let’s go.” Grabbing Yizhui and Yimeng, Ling Ruoxi had no reason to stay any longer. This place did not belong to her.

“Wait, Ruoxi—” Luo Mingyu froze slightly and hurried to block her path.

At that moment, a long procession arrived. In the sky, crimson clouds covered the heavens. More than ten women scattered flower petals, and the man standing in midair descended calmly, like a god from the Ninth Heaven.

His peerless face and icy aura were suffocating. His blade-like eyes seemed able to pierce through everything. He glanced coldly at Luo Mingyu, then looked at Ling Ruoxi and sneered. “Luo Mingyu, this is the woman you were looking for? She’s nothing special—she’s not even half as beautiful as the women on the Immortal Island.”

“Luo Song, this has nothing to do with you. This is my woman—she’s far prettier than those women who only know how to sleep with you.” Luo Mingyu pulled Ling Ruoxi into his arms, smiling. He snapped his fingers and laughed. “Prince of Beining, your guest has arrived. The honored Young Master of Qiongyu, Luo Song—aren’t you going to welcome him?”

“Yes, yes, welcome, Young Master.” Nangong Qin was startled and quickly bowed. It was only after Luo Mingyu mentioned it that he learned of this man’s existence. On Qiongyu Immortal Island, there were two candidates every year, but only one was announced to the outside world.

Of the two candidates, one represented Light, the other Darkness. Between them, one was destined to die, while the other would sit upon the throne as the Lord of Qiongyu Island. Whether Light or Darkness prevailed, their mission was the same—to lead Qiongyu Immortal Island to its peak.

A rule that had lasted for tens of thousands of years—unchanging forever.

“Luo Mingyu, you’ve been in the Beining Kingdom for three months already. The Island Lord is furious!” Luo Song snorted coldly, shifting his gaze away. Ling Ruoxi’s looks did not impress him, though he could not deny her unique aura—something no woman on Qiongyu Immortal Island could compare to.

Luo Mingyu was sharp enough to understand the implication. He smiled coldly. “Oh? The Island Lord is angry? Unfortunately, I don’t plan on returning yet. Since you’re here, why don’t you go back and tell him I’ll be staying a while longer?”

Luo Song clenched his wrist and lifted his head slightly. “You truly refuse to return?”

“I’m not going back.” Like a sulking child, Luo Mingyu smiled casually, though he subconsciously tightened his grip on Ling Ruoxi’s wrist. A trace of sweat seeped from his icy palm.

What was this man nervous about? Ling Ruoxi wondered—until the next scene made her face change drastically.

Luo Song’s figure flickered. A sudden gale surged like an overturning sea, striking straight toward Ling Ruoxi. “Then I’ll kill this woman—then you’ll go back, won’t you?!”

“You dare!” Luo Mingyu’s aura erupted. Two streams of purple combat aura collided in the sky. Silver sword light streaked everywhere as the Silver Moon Sword had already left its sheath, firmly blocking in front of him.

A silver-gloved hand directly grabbed the sharp blade. The Silver Moon Sword, capable of cutting through anything, could not even shred the man’s glove.

The surging aura transformed into dragons and tigers, roaring above the two men. The overwhelming pressure forced everyone around to retreat in shock.

Was this the power of a Purple-ranked combat aura master? With one move, mountains shattered; with another, winds and clouds changed. A Purple Sovereign—just one could casually destroy an entire nation!

“Aren’t you stopping yet? Do you plan to destroy the Beining Kingdom? Don’t forget—His Highness Nangong Mo is also here.” Luo Mingyu grinned roguishly as he eased his strength.

At the mention of Nangong Mo, Luo Song’s expression shifted. He shot a cold glance toward Nangong Mo in the crowd, snorted, and withdrew his hands. “You’re lucky this time. But this woman truly isn’t worth you staying for.”

“Even if not for her, I’d stay for my two children.” Luo Mingyu tilted his head toward Yizhui and Yimeng and smiled. “Isn’t that right, Yizhui, Yimeng?”

“Dad, who is this man?”

“Dad, I don’t like him. He’s creepy, like an ancient palace eunuch…”

The two children frowned. When Luo Song shot them a glance, they quickly hid behind Ling Ruoxi, peeking out cautiously.

The words palace eunuch made Luo Mingyu burst out laughing. “Alright, alright. This one can be considered Uncle Luo Song. As for him—he lasts at most three seconds. Don’t be so harsh on him. He’s not a eunuch… but close enough.”

“You—Luo Mingyu, this is provocation!” Luo Song’s face darkened. He wished he could rush over and sew Luo Mingyu’s filthy mouth shut.

They had entered Qiongyu Immortal Island at nearly the same time. As children, they knew nothing. Luo Song once secretly peeked at erotic drawings and was discovered by Luo Mingyu. Luo Mingyu had merely pinched him lightly—and he went limp.

Ever since then, whenever Luo Mingyu mentioned “three seconds,” Luo Song wanted to chop him to death. Damn it—he was a real man now, not that hairless kid from back then!

“I—I—I… so what if I am provoking you? I’m just stating facts. If you don’t agree to let me stay, I’ll tell the Island Lord about your situation. Tell me—would he still keep a candidate like this?” Luo Mingyu grinned maliciously, sizing Luo Song up.

Everyone immediately understood. The Island Lord of Qiongyu Immortal Island always had countless concubines. Choosing an Island Lord required extraordinary virility. This “three-second” candidate… didn’t seem very qualified.

“Pfft!” Someone burst out laughing, then hurriedly covered their mouth, clutching their stomach in silent agony.

Ling Ruoxi, however, rested her chin on one hand, nodded at Luo Song, and said seriously, “Mm, Luo Mingyu is right. His complexion is pale, he keeps a stiff face all day, his qi and blood are imbalanced, and he’s clearly fatigued—slight kidney deficiency. When he attacked just now, I even smelled aphrodisiac medicine on him. Kid, taking those long-term won’t solve the root problem. Why don’t I refine a pill for you? Guaranteed cure—after that, you’ll be unstoppable, ten women a night. Of course, that’s assuming you don’t snap it first.”

“You—!” Luo Song’s mouth twitched violently. He wanted nothing more than to kick the two of them on the spot. Damn it—they had to be doing this on purpose! Was this any way to mock someone?!

“Ruoxi, we should still leave him a bit of dignity. Let’s stop. After all, no one can compare to me. Come on, let’s go back and talk.” Seizing the chance, Luo Mingyu placed a hand on Ling Ruoxi’s shoulder, hoping to clear up at least some misunderstanding—at the very least, to make her stop hating him.

Ling Ruoxi slapped his hand away and snorted. “Who says that? You’re only slightly better than him—by about the time it takes a stick of incense to burn. Hmph. Yizhui, Yimeng, let’s go.”