FRGNM -Chapter 279 Born from Purple Bamboo

The bald giant holding the iron staff stood firm—and suddenly, he moved. His hands moved like the wind, swinging the staff in all directions. Blood sprayed endlessly, dripping onto the ground, a scene both shocking and intense.

A boundless killing intent erupted. After that flawless motion, a silver-white sword shot forward, piercing straight through his chest. No matter how mighty a hero, no one could escape death.

“What… what is this…”

Silver Wolf trembled as he retracted his hands. His eyes nearly popped out in shock as he stared ahead at the weapons displayed. Had all of them experienced this fate? If so, how much had this place witnessed? And what did the presence of these weapons mean?

He swallowed nervously, glancing at the massive iron door ahead. Dense inscriptions were carved across its surface, but the surrounding area bore scratch marks, evidence of countless people who had tried to leave but were trapped inside.

“This… ‘Travelers must first temper their mind and will.’”

Damn it!

Seeing the words above the door, Ling Ruoxi’s mouth twitched. She wanted nothing more than to tear the door down right then and there. Could mere paper with words really temper a person’s mind? Even if a few broken weapons were left here, did that prove how many great warriors had passed? Trash who couldn’t even get past the first floor had no right to be displayed here!

Luo Mingyu paid no heed to these objects. He had inspected almost every weapon, yet none moved him. What could possibly compare to his Blood Demon Scythe?

A glint of light flashed deep in his eyes. Luo Mingyu reached out and pushed the iron door open. “Let’s go.”

“…?” A door no one else could open—and this man just…

Ling Ruoxi pouted and walked forward, glancing back at Silver Wolf. “Xiaobai, what are you doing? Aren’t you afraid of these things?”

“No… not afraid.” Silver Wolf touched the weapons, his eyes blazing with killing intent. “It’s just not worth it for them. A Sword Pavilion like this, and they’re buried here? I want to tear whoever’s responsible apart.”

He clenched the weapon and hurled it forward, walking ahead with blood-red light flashing in his silver eyes. Ling Ruoxi drew a sharp breath—Silver Wolf’s aura had changed.

The second floor held far fewer weapons than the first. Three blades were casually displayed: a broken spear, a bloodstained long sword, and something resembling iron claws.

The white jade platform below radiated a faint chill, encasing the three weapons to prevent damage. Above the gate ahead was a single large character: Heart.

“Isn’t it strange? The weapons here correspond to ours—my claws, your spear, your Blood Demon Scythe. We haven’t even started fighting, and yet they’ve already thrown so many challenges at us.” Silver Wolf pressed down on the iron claws, smirking disdainfully. Memories surged into his mind, but his face remained calm, blood-red light flickering in his eyes.

Crack! The iron claw in his hands tore cleanly in two. He refused to believe it!

Luo Mingyu remained cold and indifferent, snapping the long sword in half with a single foot.

Could this be the Thunder Spear?

Ling Ruoxi shook her head and lightly touched the spear, her pupils constricting. A flash of blood-red light darted through her eyes like lightning. The spear shattered, a merciless sword light pierced her body. She even saw herself dying—her heart stopping instantly, unsupported by anyone, falling into the endless abyss.

“Damn it!” Her strength surged, and she crushed the broken spear in her hands. Her brows rose, and she shouted angrily: “Who the hell is so bored as to make these cursed things? I’m tearing this Sword Pavilion down!”

“Calm down. I just got beaten to death by a horde of magical beasts. How do you think I feel about this Sword Pavilion?” Silver Wolf rubbed his nose. Thinking of the scene moments ago, he wished he could crush the Pavilion with one claw to release his rage.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

This was a curse, plain and simple!

Ling Ruoxi pressed her temples and shouted: “Let’s go! If the next floor has more cursed weapons, I’ll chop whoever’s responsible!”

“Then what are we waiting for? Move!” The two figures rushed ahead, determined to drag out anyone hiding behind.

The figure sitting with crossed legs smiled faintly. “Pathetic. They laugh at illusions that others can’t even get past. Do they foresee their death, or are they simply fearless?”

Cold darkness enveloped the space, utterly lifeless and intimidating. The icy wind howled, chilling them as if trapped within an iceberg.

“What place is this?”

Buzz! Endless music filled the space, descending as if from heaven. In the next moment, cold light surged. Countless weapons shot forward like arrows released from a bow, lightning-fast.

Boom! Ling Ruoxi leapt gracefully, her Thunder Spear striking the flying sword ahead. Her movement resembled rolling thunder. She landed, a streak of cold flashing in her eyes.

What? It seems I’m alone here. Where are Mingyu and Xiaobai? Weren’t we supposed to enter together?

Whoosh! The dark space suddenly lit up, a brilliant light emanating. Swords hovered from all directions, their tips releasing icy air toward her, like swallows returning to their nests. The swords trembled slightly before advancing.

A counterattack! The standing figure’s face changed. Eyes narrowing, he thrust the spear forward like a coiling serpent. Purple Dou Qi roared out like a tiger. The dense formation of swords ahead appeared like dragons emerging from the sea.

Boom! A massive sound echoed as the swords pursued Ling Ruoxi. Her eyes flickered with sudden killing intent.

“Break them!” The ten-thousand-sword formation collapsed instantly. The indifferent figure stood with hands behind his back, holding the spear upright, advancing forward.

The flickering light vanished in an instant. The seated figure watched the stars suspended in midair, extinguishing rapidly. Shock, confusion, and disbelief played across his face. He laughed: “Such speed! Others couldn’t even get past the second level. Yet they understand their own perseverance and break through with maximum strength. What takes others centuries, these three children accomplish easily. They’ve entered the Sword Pavilion seeking justice, intending to make Zhiyuan leave—but I won’t allow it!”

Boom! The gate behind exploded open. Three new figures appeared, their eyes filled with disdain.

Brushing dust from her clothes, Ling Ruoxi glanced coldly at the old man sitting with his back to them. “You refuse? Do you think we won’t take him by force?”

“Hahaha, by force? He wouldn’t leave if I didn’t allow it. You’re just here for Zizhu. Why are you so fixated on him? Xiaobai Wolf, you explain.” The old man smiled faintly, a subtle gleam at the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head slightly, black eyes releasing a cold light.

Silver Wolf’s face changed drastically. He drew a sharp breath. “You… you are…”

“Yes. It’s me,” Yuwen Ye nodded with a smile. “I was the one who adopted Zhiyuan, the only person in his room connected to him. You’ve seen my portrait—you know it’s me.”

“You… if you’re Zhiyuan’s kin, why did you leave him to come here?” Silver Wolf’s face fell. He remembered the moonlit night he spent with him. Zhiyuan had often spoken of this foster father who treated him like his own son. But he never expected that this man was still alive—and was the one restricting Yuwen Zhiyuan’s travels!

Yuwen Ye smiled faintly: “Shall I tell you a story? It’s very simple…”

The sorrow that flashed in his black eyes vanished. Sitting upright, he faced everyone. A scar ran from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, adding a hint of gloom.

He extended his right hand, and a faint purple glow appeared. It formed into Purple Bamboo!

But… Ling Ruoxi’s pupils contracted. Her compass gave no reaction—this Purple Bamboo was an illusion, created by the old man.

“As you can see, this is Purple Bamboo. I might be fated to it. Twenty-eight years ago, I found the abandoned Zhiyuan. I didn’t intend to take him, but…” A flash of light passed through his eyes. “The spiritual energy in his body drew my attention. I took him in and realized he had been left in the mountains for a month. He was already dead—but Purple Bamboo kept him alive. It entered his body, residing near his heart, and revived him.”

“He became omnipotent. With Purple Bamboo, he comprehended heaven and earth, knew everything, and could predict disasters. He didn’t even need to cultivate. He was the unrivaled Purple Sovereign of this continent. No matter your origins, here he was unmatched… unless you stripped him of Purple Bamboo!” Yuwen Ye’s eyes glittered.

“Ridiculous. Ten years ago, he already knew this day would come, that you would arrive. Soon, he might be separated from Purple Bamboo, dying by your hands—but he had no complaints. Ten years ago, he even told me this!”