FRGNM -Chapter 8 She Really Wants to Cultivate Dou Qi

Or could it be that her dantian was simply too special—so special that she would never be able to condense internal energy? Rubbing her temples, Ling Ruoxi helplessly opened the door. She needed to go to the Ling family’s study to take a look. If she could find even one book she was able to cultivate from, at least she could try to cultivate some Dou Qi to play around with.

With that thought, Ling Ruoxi headed for the study. Just as she stepped out of her room, however, she spotted a familiar figure in the distance, sneaking off toward the back.

Ling Ruoxi grew more cautious, lowered her footsteps, and quietly followed.

In the spacious rear courtyard, the timid figure kept glancing around, carefully observing the surroundings. Only after confirming that no one was nearby did she tremble as she walked over to the artificial rockery.

“Dead girl, you still know to come here, huh? Speak—what has that little slut been up to lately?” A familiar voice rang out. Immediately after, Ling Huiru walked over from another direction, looking impatiently at the person before her.

Shivering, Xiao Yu lowered her head and replied, “Replying to Eldest Miss, Third Miss stays in her room reading every day. There haven’t been any other movements.”

“Nonsense! She likes His Highness the Crown Prince so much—how could she hide in her room reading? That cheap little bitch can’t even recognize characters. Since when did she learn to compose poetry and paint to seduce men?” Ling Huiru snorted coldly as she pulled out a small packet of medicinal powder from inside her clothes.

“Go. Put this into her tea. It won’t kill her—it’s just a laxative. At most, it’ll make her have diarrhea for three days.”

“E–Eldest Miss, Third Miss’s body is weak. She won’t be able to endure three days of torment!” Xiao Yu was almost in tears. Her hands trembled violently as she held the laxative. She had already betrayed Miss—if she added this laxative too, she would be worse than a beast!

“Do it if I tell you to! Why so much nonsense?” Ling Huiru flicked her hair aside and laughed coldly. “She didn’t die in the Bamboo Sea—do you really think this laxative could kill her? And if you don’t do it, I’ll expose your theft of money!”

“Don’t, Eldest Miss! I’ll do it, I will!” Choking back sobs, Xiao Yu stuffed the laxative back into her bosom, wiped her tears, and hurried away from the rockery.

Ling Huiru, who remained standing there, snorted disdainfully. “Fight me? Who do you think you are? In three days, His Highness the Crown Prince will personally visit the Ling residence. By then, you’ll be shitting yourself into a sorry state—neither human nor ghost. What will you use to compete with me? Hmph…”

How vicious—a woman’s heart truly is the most poisonous. Three days later, the Crown Prince would arrive? Fine. She just happened to want to see exactly what kind of handsome man it was who made the original owner of this body so lovesick that she rushed into the Bamboo Sea in the middle of the night.

With a cold snort, Ling Ruoxi relied on her agile footwork to hurry back to her room ahead of time. She maintained a seated posture, holding a book and flipping through its pages.

“Miss…” Xiao Yu pushed open the door and walked in with a cup of tea. Her little face was deathly pale, her long eyelashes already damp, with faint tear marks still lingering at the corners of her eyes.

Responding softly, Ling Ruoxi lifted her head and looked at the girl beside her, putting on a surprised expression as she stared at those slightly reddened eyes. “Xiao Yu, what’s wrong? Your eyes are red—have you been crying? If something happened, tell me. If there’s anything I can help with, I definitely will.”

“It’s nothing, Miss. Some sand got into my eyes just now…” Xiao Yu’s heart trembled. She forced a bitter smile and placed the tea on the table.

Reaching out to take the teacup, Ling Ruoxi casually swept a glance over Xiao Yu’s panicked expression, sighing inwardly. This little maid wasn’t a bad person—she was simply being used by others.

“Xiao Yu, do you know what kind of Dou Qi cultivation books are in our Ling family’s study?” Ling Ruoxi asked with a faint smile as she lifted the teacup.

Startled, Xiao Yu swallowed hard and replied softly, “Miss, all the books are kept in the study. If Miss needs anything, you can go and take it. Xiao Yu is just a maid…”

“What maid? A silly maid?” Setting the teacup down, a sharp glint flashed through Ling Ruoxi’s black eyes as she sneered. How ruthless. Was this really just a laxative? It had been mixed with a certain amount of gamma—once consumed, it would cause addiction. And judging by the dosage… if she drank it, she might not even see tomorrow’s sun.

Ling Huiru—truly vicious.

Pinching her chin, Ling Ruoxi couldn’t help but doubt her own status. Elder Sister, Second Sister—even her own father treated her like this. Did they really think she was nothing but excess baggage?

Seeing Ling Ruoxi fall silent, Xiao Yu panicked, unsure of what she had done wrong. Trembling, she said, “Miss, did Xiao Yu do something wrong? Miss, please don’t scare Xiao Yu…”

“It’s nothing. I was just thinking about some things.” Ling Ruoxi smiled faintly. “Xiao Yu, what do you think of Dou Qi cultivators?”

The corners of her lips curled upward as Ling Ruoxi stood up. “With Dou Qi, one can rise in a single leap and command the submission of all directions! A supreme Purple-rank Dou Qi cultivator—one swing of the sword can shatter mountains and split the earth.”

At the thought of it, Ling Ruoxi clapped her hands in delight, then turned to look at the girl beside her, speaking meaningfully. “Opportunities are grasped by one’s own hands. Even if I’m a waste, I’m still working hard. I will never let others look down on me! Xiao Yu, you’re the same. You’re not a servant, and you’re not anyone else’s pawn. We’re good sisters—looking after each other and overcoming difficulties together. Don’t you think so?”

“Miss…”