FRGNM -Chapter 297 Visitors from Thunderbolt

“Roar!”

The Wind-Chasing Leopard on the ground shook its head and suddenly sprang up, charging forward like a bolt of lightning.

The man standing there snorted coldly. His right hand swiftly pressed against the dagger at his waist. A streak of purple Dou Qi shot out—before anyone could even see his movement, the Wind-Chasing Leopard in front was already sent flying backward, its body sliced cleanly into two and crashing to the ground.

“Hiss—!”

Yizhui and Yimeng couldn’t help sucking in a breath of cold air, staring at the boy in shock. He wasn’t much older than them, yet his strength far surpassed theirs!

On Qiongyu Immortal Island, their grandmother had spared no treasures in nurturing them, stimulating their Dou Qi so their strength could improve rapidly. They were already considered freakishly talented—yet now an even more monstrous kid had appeared!

Yizhui’s face flushed bright red. He glared angrily at the boy and snorted. “You’re stronger than me now just because you’re older. I swear—I’ll definitely surpass you!”

“Hmph.” Jiang Yu turned away coldly and said flatly, “When are we leaving?”

It was like a thunderclap striking the crowd. Yizhui and Yimeng both froze. Their eyes instantly welled up with tears as they looked toward Ling Ruoxi and Luo Mingyu. Yimeng was even more dramatic—tears poured down like broken pearls as she sobbed, “Dad, Mom… are you… are you leaving again?”

“……”

Ling Ruoxi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She reached out and stroked Yimeng’s little head, her heart tightening. Yes—these were her children, the ones she had never left since the day they were born. And now, she was forced to leave them again. They could only stay on this island and wait for their return.

Luo Mingyu rubbed Yizhui’s head. His sword-like brows lifted slightly as he said calmly, “Yizhui, didn’t we say this already? In three years, your mother and I won’t leave you anymore. It’s only been one year—we just came back to see you.”

“No! Dad, at least stay a bit longer! We haven’t seen you for so long!” Yizhui’s nose stung. He wrapped his arms around Luo Mingyu’s leg and refused to let go.

If not for the confusion in Jiang Yu’s eyes, the silver wolf would have thought the boy was doing this on purpose—knowing how attached the children were to their parents, yet deliberately asking when they were leaving. This purple bamboo spirit really had no idea how to deal with people.

“All right.” Luo Mingyu nodded with a smile. Holding Yizhui with one arm and Yimeng with the other, he asked softly, “Have you been listening to Grandma? Haven’t fallen behind in your studies, right? Yizhui—are your characters still written as badly as before?”

“Swish!” Yizhui’s face immediately turned bright red. He glared at Luo Mingyu, raised his little hand, and swore, “I promise they’re better than before! Really! Dad, believe me!”

“All right, I believe you…”

Yeah, right.

When Luo Mingyu saw the small sheet of paper, the characters were indeed slightly better than before—but who could explain what those tadpole-like scribbles were? And those characters were so ugly they were barely recognizable.

Feeling Luo Mingyu’s gaze, Ling Ruoxi shivered and looked at him helplessly, shrugging. Her own calligraphy wasn’t great either—at least hers was still readable.

“Mom taught me!” Yizhui pointed straight at Ling Ruoxi, completely selling her out.

Yuwen Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow, looked at the laughable handwriting, and couldn’t help chuckling. “Though these characters are ugly, every horizontal and vertical stroke carries an unyielding, righteous energy. This child will follow the Dao and grow up upright and unbending. But these other strokes twist and turn—there’s quite a lot of clever scheming in his head. Very sharp and mischievous.”

“Huh? Uncle, you can read characters and fortunes?” Yizhui blinked and immediately scooted closer. He didn’t know most of these people—aside from the ice block—but they were probably Mom and Dad’s friends.

Yuwen Zhiyuan paused, then looked down at the little one and laughed softly. “You guess.”

“Grandma said anyone who sets up shop claiming to read faces and fortunes is a con artist.”
Yizhui propped his chin on one hand and looked smugly at Yuwen Zhiyuan.

Uh…

That was a first for Yuwen Zhiyuan. He found it amusing—this kid was interesting.

“But you didn’t admit whether you can or can’t read fortunes, so you must not be a con artist, right?” Yizhui grinned, hands behind his head, lips curled upward—looking exactly like Luo Mingyu’s roguish side. With a face like that, he’d definitely be a heart-stealer when he grew up.

Yuwen Zhiyuan nodded. A sharp light flashed in his dark eyes as he slowly crouched down, gently patting Yizhui’s head. Smiling softly, he asked, “Child, your name contains the word Zhui—do you know what it means to pursue?”

“Of course I do!” Yizhui puffed out his chest proudly. “Mom said it means chasing dreams—chasing memories of past dreams!”

“Chasing memories of past dreams—that’s why your sister is called Yimeng. Yizhui exists to protect Yimeng. But… aside from chasing dreams, you have another task.” Yuwen Zhiyuan pressed a finger lightly against Yizhui’s brow. A flash of purple Dou Qi passed through as he stood up slowly, smiling faintly.

“That task is—to chase life itself.”

What? It was as if something slammed hard into his mind. Yizhui looked at him in confusion—but in the blink of an eye, he forgot what had just been said.

“What do you mean?” Jiang Yu’s eyes flickered. He hadn’t expected Yuwen Zhiyuan to transmit his voice right in front of Luo Mingyu and Ling Ruoxi—and even more astonishingly, no one else noticed. Only he could hear it.

Silence.

It felt as though everything had frozen. Jiang Yu’s pupils shrank—the surroundings seemed completely still, even the bamboo leaves drifting in the air.

The man standing there curled his lips slightly, lifted his gaze, and said calmly, “You and I are both purple bamboo—my domain naturally doesn’t affect you. But listen, kid. ‘Chasing life’ means pursuing one’s mortal fate. He was born carrying calamity. In the future, disaster will descend—possibly taking his life. I told him to chase life because I hope… he can outrun death and reclaim his own fate.”

His gaze flickered as it landed briefly on Yimeng. Yuwen Zhiyuan smiled faintly.

A gentle breeze passed through. Bamboo leaves continued to flutter across the courtyard, carrying a light, lingering fragrance.

“By the way—where’s your grandmother?” The silver wolf glanced around. The maids standing on both sides looked like they were watching them, unmoving. Wasn’t Ling Ruoxi’s mother supposed to be here? Why was there no sign of her?

Yizhui rolled his eyes at the silver wolf and said, raising a brow, “Damn it—my grandma’s busy and not around, so we’re in charge here.”

“Pfft!” The silver wolf almost choked on his own saliva. He wanted nothing more than to smack this brat. Rolling his eyes, he frowned and asked, “Seriously—where did your grandma go?”

“Grandma?” Yimeng held up her brush and quickly wrote a large character on the paper.

Wind (风).

Yizhui nodded. “Yeah. Grandma went to visit Grandpa Murong Ming of Duanyun Kingdom. He sent her a letter some time ago, asking her to come.”

“Could it be that old Murong Ming told my mom about my dad?” Seeing the word wind, Ling Ruoxi immediately thought of her father, Ling Feng. This character likely referred to him—otherwise, her mother wouldn’t have rushed off so urgently.

Luo Mingyu wrapped an arm around Ling Ruoxi’s waist and said calmly, “Don’t worry. I know Murong Ming—he wouldn’t casually reveal Master’s whereabouts. There must be some other matter that prompted the letter.”

“How long has Grandma been gone?” Ling Ruoxi asked, stroking Yizhui’s head.

Yizhui tilted his head and thought. “About half a month ago, I think. Grandma said she’d be back in a month. Dad, Mom—you’ll see Grandma too, right?”

Clearly, the little rascal really wanted them to stay. But half a month had already passed—timing was tight…

“Don’t worry.” Luo Mingyu smiled, as if seeing through Ling Ruoxi’s thoughts. “I’ve sent Tinghai and Qingzhu to Linshui County. If there’s any news of Master Yin Liang, they’ll send word. Rest here for a while in peace.”

Ling Ruoxi finally let out a breath and nodded. As long as they could get news. Still… what if they rushed over and Master Yin Liang had already left again?

Before she could think further, a woman hurried into the courtyard, dropped to her knees, and said urgently, “Young Master—the people from Thunderbolt are here again!”

“Thunderbolt?” Ling Ruoxi hadn’t heard the name before and didn’t know who they were.

Yizhui’s expression darkened. Sharp light flashed in his eyes, his usual soft childishness gone. He rapped the desk with one hand and said coldly, “Them again. Tell them to wait in the main hall. Today, I’m going to deal with them properly!”

“Mom, Thunderbolt is a recently risen force outside Qiongyu Immortal Island,” Yizhui explained. “Grandma said that those fated to step onto Qiongyu Immortal Island could freely choose treasures. But Thunderbolt’s people are Dou Qi cultivators—they’re shameless. They broke through the barrier and barged in, then had the nerve to demand treasures. They must’ve heard Grandma left, so they came to cause trouble!”

If Bailiyan were here, with her temper, she would’ve wiped out Thunderbolt already.

Those people only dared to act because they thought Yizhui and Yimeng were easy to bully. Did they really think Qiongyu Immortal Island had no one left?

Cheeks puffed out, Yimeng added, “If Uncle Li weren’t in seclusion, they wouldn’t dare act up. Mom, Dad—just watch from behind, okay? Watch how we teach them a lesson. Don’t interfere, all right?”

“All right.” Luo Mingyu nodded. The two little ones had grown up—it was time they were tempered properly. If they couldn’t even deter minor forces now, how would they fare walking the continent in the future?

His children should have the ability to make decisions on their own.