FRGNM -Chapter 281 Restoring Life

The Dou Qi masters who sensed the trembling from outside looked toward the figure ahead, each drawing a sharp breath.

“Young master… is that you?” The woman in the long dress gasped, quickly sizing up Yuwen Zhiyuan standing at the front of the crowd.

His sword-like brows lifted slightly as he looked at her. A memory flashed through his mind, and he let out a faint laugh. “So it’s you—the receptionist from the trading hall. What’s the matter?”

“N-no, it’s nothing… it’s just that the lady who sold the Saint Domain Pills before wanted to know your name, may I ask…” The woman twitched at the corner of her mouth, studying the man before her. He no longer appeared as grand as before—more like a fallen noble than a distinguished young master. What on earth had happened?

Those around them drew a sharp breath. They knew the trading hall was not a place for ordinary people. Yet here was Yuwen Zhiyuan, whose family fortune had long since collapsed. How could he have possibly been there?

Yuwen Zhiyuan smirked, dragging a hand along his chin. “Ah, that candy… tasted pretty good. Now she knows my name too. And that one, wrapped like a cocoon over there—that’s her.”

“What?” The woman’s face changed drastically. She looked up at the sky, swallowing hard, and hurriedly said, “But young master, after you traded three trillion last time, you became our honored guest. Next time you could…”

“Three trillion!” Everyone around screamed. Three trillion! Enough wealth to support ten generations in comfort with everything they could need. And he spent that much? What kind of fortune does his family have?!

The woman frowned and glanced at the crowd. So, all that wealth was nothing to this boy who ate Saint Domain Pills like candy.

“No next time. This is enough. And the Sword Pavilion… will be destroyed.” Yuwen Zhiyuan looked at the figures in the sky, smiling faintly. Whether he left or not, he would support them.

Buzz! The silver-white figure shot forward like lightning, a massive palm striking down.

A cold snort. The figure ahead dodged swiftly, spinning the fly whisk in hand. Silver threads extended along Silver Wolf’s fur, wrapping him tightly.

“Let go, you old man!” Under the threads’ binding, he could barely maintain his massive beast form. Silver light flared, revealing a heavily scarred figure standing within the threads, long silver hair messy in front of him.

Grabbing Silver Wolf by the neck, Yuwen Ye’s anger flared. “Can’t you stop when I tell you? If this continues, the Sword Pavilion will be destroyed! You little White Wolf—if you destroy the Pavilion, I’ll skin you alive!”

“Even if you skinned me, I’d still take Zhiyuan away. You don’t understand him. What he chooses to do is his decision. He’s no child—he’s grown. You think someone who can foresee death is stronger than him? You old fool hiding in the Pavilion, restraining Zhiyuan’s divination—if you weren’t his foster father, I would have beaten you into submission already!” Silver Wolf roared, struggling against the silver threads, but no matter how he wriggled, escape was impossible.

Yuwen Ye’s face darkened. He roared, “Hiding in the Pavilion? You little White Wolf! You don’t understand—do you want me to watch my child die? If you have the guts, fight me until I submit—I want to see what you can do!”

“Really? Since you say that… if I don’t hit you, would that be unfair?” Ling Ruoxi’s lips curved in a laugh. Light flared from her hand; the silver threads instantly vanished. The figures in the sky were unharmed, while the man in blue yawned casually.

The blue-clad man glanced at Silver Wolf, giving him a thumbs-up. “Didn’t expect you to be so righteous. If I get trapped next time, will you come to save me?”

“Will anyone trap you?” Silver Wolf scoffed. The man in blue was freer than anyone.

Little did they know, the person in the sky helplessly spread his hands, looking pitifully at Silver Wolf. “If my wife traps me, would you save me?”

“…”

A sudden breeze stirred. Four figures stood together—Thunder Spear and Blood Demon Scythe in hand, blazing flames streaked like lightning, incinerating all surrounding silver threads.

“Old man, it’s not too late to reconsider!” Ling Ruoxi sneered, spinning the Thunder Spear toward the opponent.

Reconsider?

Yuwen Ye’s gaze fell on Yuwen Zhiyuan. He snorted coldly, sweeping the fly whisk. “I absolutely won’t let him leave the Sword Pavilion! If you dare, come at me!”

“You obstinate old fool!” With a flick of the Thunder Spear, the figure launched forward. “I’ll see what you can do!”

The boundless flames twisted into tiger and dragon forms, surging forward. No matter how many silver threads lay ahead, they couldn’t stop her. Her figure flickered in the air, taking advantage of the terrain to move; in one step, she had already reached a new position.

So fast, even Yuwen Ye couldn’t see the black figure in time, only sensing the killing intent emanating around him. He quickly raised the fly whisk, but as it struck the Thunder Spear, it ignited instantly.

The speed was incredible. Yuwen Ye dropped the fly whisk, eyes flashing with killing intent. Hands clasped in front, a massive surge of purple Dou Qi formed into a blade and struck forward.

The black figure twisted, dodging the lightning assault in a breathtaking display, retreating like a streak of lightning, eyes brimming with murderous intent.

“Take this shot!” a cold voice echoed. The black figure spun, striking with the Thunder Spear like a falling star. Flames coalesced into a fireball, lashing at the opponent.

“Hmph, yellow-haired brat!” Two hands slashed forward; the purple protective shield quickly rose. The fire struck it, redirected downward faster than expected, hammering the purple barrier. The crowd panicked.

Ling Ruoxi’s face darkened. She retracted the Thunder Spear and extended her right hand; a black dagger appeared, and she dashed forward like lightning, assassination techniques flashing in her eyes.

Boom! Hands struck like lightning. Yuwen Ye pushed forward violently. The sheer force made Ling Ruoxi’s face change. She leapt backward before touching him, planting her foot in empty air.

Yuwen Ye’s footwork spread as he surged forward. The figure beside him extended the Blood Demon Scythe, wrapping it around his right hand. Black aura fused with purple Dou Qi, slashing forward.

“Mingyu, stop!” Ling Ruoxi’s face changed in horror, but her voice came too late.

The purple-black Dou Qi smashed against the purple shield. Inside, someone coughed up blood. The massive scythe-force slammed downward, rebounding violently and striking the Sword Pavilion below.

Boom! The purple-black Dou Qi struck. The protective barrier above quivered, then collapsed. The massive Dou Qi descended. The Sword Pavilion turned to dust in an instant—barriers were useless against such force.

All the buildings collapsed. Countless civilians were trapped beneath the roofs, unable to move. Against the Dou Qi assault, death was certain.

The standing figure disappeared, leaping into the sky. He caught Yuwen Ye with a swift hand, eyes flickering with faint light. Calmly, he asked, “Father, are you alright?”

“Hmph! Get out of the way!” Yuwen Ye’s face darkened. He pushed Yuwen Zhiyuan aside angrily. “If you hadn’t had them interfere, I wouldn’t be injured! How could the Sword Pavilion have become like this? Even now, I won’t let you leave!”

“Father, I told you—Sword Pavilion will be destroyed. You will emerge, I will leave. It is destined, it cannot be changed. I have my reasons; you have your persistence. I know it’s for my good, but why not trust them? Trust that they can save me?” Yuwen Zhiyuan smiled faintly. Even though his divination only extended to now, the events ahead were unknowable. All he knew was that soon…

Yuwen Ye grabbed Yuwen Zhiyuan’s wrist. “Impossible! Trust them? How do I know they can save you? Their only goal is the Purple Bamboo in your body. I rescued you; your life belongs to me. No one can take your Purple Bamboo or harm you!”

“Hmph, old man!” Ling Ruoxi snorted. The purple shield had already shattered, its rebound power gone. Twisting the Thunder Spear, the black figure surged forward, firing it.

Fierce Dou Qi spiraled, the purple Dou Qi pushing forward like a mountain pressing ahead.

Yuwen Ye’s face darkened further. He shielded himself with his body. But the figure beside him smiled softly, pale fingers pressing on his shoulder, pulling him back. The figure collided with the spear, gripping it tightly, lips curling in a slight smile.

“What are you doing?!” Ling Ruoxi’s face changed drastically, horrified. Had Yuwen Zhiyuan gone mad, charging her Thunder Spear? With his strength, he didn’t need this!

Yuwen Ye’s eyes nearly popped out in rage. “Zhiyuan, you—you!”

“No choice, Father… cough cough…” Purple Bamboo rapidly healed his wounds. Yuwen Zhiyuan smiled faintly, pale cheeks lighting up with a hint of warmth. He slowly reached his hand, pressing it against his heart.