FRGNM -Chapter 298 A Childish Man

The solemn grand hall had long since been restored. Pure-gold seats were arranged on both sides—these were the seats for Yi Zhui and Yi Meng. At the very top stood a dragon-headed throne forged from mysterious crystal. Just a single piece of such crystal was enough to shock the entire continent—let alone an entire throne made from it.

If ordinary outsiders were to enter, most would stare blankly at the gold. But to qi cultivators, the mysterious crystal throne was the true treasure.

More than twenty people stood inside the hall, practically itching to carry this jade-built palace away wholesale. The imposing aura was something they could never match. A thousand-year-old island like Qiongyu Immortal Island was indeed far beyond anything in the outside world.

“Miss Yi Meng, Young Master Yi Zhui have arrived.” The maid outside quickly led the way, and everyone’s gaze swept toward the entrance.

However, the old man standing at the front darkened his expression. A sharp light flashed in his eyes as he locked onto the two figures entering. His lips twitched violently—he had expected a graceful young master and lady, yet what walked in were two little kids!

They were barely taller than the threshold. The two youngsters looked fair and delicate, like carved jade dolls—no matter how one looked at them, they hardly seemed capable of making the Thunder faction suffer any losses. At that moment, he truly felt like killing someone. Were these two tiny brats really worth inviting him here to deal with?

Qiongyu Immortal Island was truly deserted—sending out two kids!

Clearly sensing the old man’s contempt, Yi Zhui calmly sat down on the mysterious crystal throne, resting one hand against the dragon head, looking coldly at the people below. Yi Meng was just as impolite, sitting beside Yi Zhui, raising an eyebrow as she glared at the old man.

One above, one below—neither spoke. Just their exchanged gazes were enough to spark countless flames.

Shang Yong frowned, then clasped his fists perfunctorily and said disdainfully, “People of Thunder greet Miss and Young Master.”

“How bold!” Yi Zhui raised an eyebrow. “The people of Thunder truly lack manners. Qiongyu Immortal Island is a thousand-year ancient island. You are merely a newly established faction—being allowed to set foot here is already your honor. Now that you see the future masters of the island, you bow instead of kneel. Do you really think your status is worthy?”

Shang Yong’s face darkened as he glared at the boy. He had already shown these two brats some courtesy, yet they dared to turn the tables on him. As for status—he, Shang Yong, had never knelt to anyone!

“Miss, Young Master, this is an elder of our Thunder faction,” another young man hurriedly interjected. “His status is noble, and he is a Purple-Venerable expert, so naturally he need not kneel!”

Purple Venerable?

Yi Zhui pinched his fingers and smiled. “So you invited a Purple Venerable expert. No wonder you’re so arrogant. But you—such an old man—do you still have any shame? A dignified Purple Venerable pretending to be an ordinary person, trying to steal the treasures of Qiongyu Immortal Island. You really are thick-skinned.”

“Nonsense!” Shang Yong shouted angrily. “Didn’t Qiongyu Immortal Island announce that treasures would be gifted to destined visitors? Since we reached the island, why did you shut your doors and hide away?”

“If I were hiding, could you even see me?” Yi Zhui sneered. “Old man, you really do spout nonsense. The rules of Qiongyu Immortal Island apply to ordinary people from the outside world—and did you hear clearly? Destined people. You forcibly broke through the island’s barrier to enter. That makes you no different from bandits. Do you expect us to hand over our treasures for you to rob?”

He smiled contemptuously, lounging lazily in his seat. His sharp brows lifted slightly, lips curling upward. “Besides, we have plenty of treasures here. If you want them, take them yourself. I’d like to see just how bandit-like you can be.”

“You—!” Shang Yong’s lips twitched. This brat kept calling him a bandit. Now that the Eastern Capital King was in seclusion and the island master had left, only these two children remained. Why shouldn’t he—

As if seeing through his thoughts, Yi Zhui propped his chin on one hand and smiled. “Is a Purple Venerable really that impressive? You make it sound like Qiongyu Immortal Island is utterly helpless.”

“You!” Shang Yong snorted coldly, glancing at the surrounding maids. Even the weakest among them were Green-rank qi cultivators—but so what? A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. “Then tell me—what strength do you have now to fight us? Or do you think the Eastern Capital King will suddenly come out of seclusion to help you?”

Buzz!

With a flip of a dagger, countless figures converged around Shang Yong. Those hidden nearby all revealed themselves. In the blink of an eye, several hundred people appeared.

Shang Yong moved even faster, his body shooting forward like lightning. His sword flashed as he struck—capture the leader first. Since these two brats were in charge of Qiongyu Immortal Island, taking them down meant victory.

With so many treasures here, why shouldn’t he seize them?

Even if Baili Yan returned, the island would already belong to them. He refused to believe that a Purple Venerable’s strength could be so inferior as to be instantly killed!

Hum!

But the charging figure suddenly trembled. His sword tip struck forward—and a powerful force erupted. The barrier on the mysterious crystal throne automatically expanded, flinging him straight back.

Yi Zhui smiled faintly. “What’s this, old man? You’re resorting to force now? But I wonder—do you really have the ability to break this barrier?”

“Cough…”

A low cough came from outside the hall. A calm youth walked in, his cold eyes sweeping over the crowd as if none of this concerned him.

Yi Zhui’s face darkened. He slapped the armrest and shouted, “Why are you here? Get out! I’m handling things here—this has nothing to do with you. Bi’er, take him away!”

“Yes!” The maid nodded—but before she could react, a small palm struck her abdomen. Her pupils shrank and her face changed drastically. This child was definitely not simple.

Jiang Yu didn’t bother explaining. He turned his head indifferently toward Shang Yong, brows lifting slightly, a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes. “A Purple Venerable qi cultivator… nothing special.”

“You brat!” Shang Yong’s face changed drastically. Being humiliated by Yi Zhui was one thing—but now some ignorant kid dared insult him too. Purple Venerables were revered everywhere, yet here on Qiongyu Immortal Island they were treated like trash!

His right hand extended, deep purple light gathering. Anger erupted across his face as he gripped a short sword. “Fine! Let me shatter your turtle shell! Lightning!”

The light shot out like true lightning, instantly piercing the barrier around the mysterious crystal throne. With a sharp crack, the barrier shattered like a balloon.

Yi Zhui’s face turned pale. The barrier—was it really this fragile? What exactly was that weapon?

The sword didn’t stop. Instead, it flew even faster toward Yi Zhui. If struck, he would surely die. Panicking, Yi Zhui instinctively looked toward the entrance—but his parents were nowhere to be seen.

Hum!

A pale finger gently touched the sword tip—and it stopped, eerily suspended. Purple qi rippled outward like waves, forcing everyone nearby to retreat several steps as ceramic vases behind them exploded.

The force was overwhelming—no one could block it.

What?!

Shang Yong’s face changed drastically. He stared at the youth, gasping. What kind of monster was this? He even caught the Lightning Sword—an artifact capable of instantly killing Purple Venerables!

Yet this kid neutralized it with a casual move. Was his Lightning Sword useless now?

Holding the Lightning Sword, Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow and casually tossed it forward. “Here. Take it back.”

Damn it!
The people standing there wished they could grow extra legs and flee. The Lightning Sword shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, its terrifying purple qi erupting as it pierced through the crowd.

Those struck collapsed instantly. A weapon capable of killing Purple Venerables—how could they withstand it? Shang Yong barely dodged in time, but still too slow. Purple qi pierced his left arm, blood gushing out.

Yi Zhui stared in shock. This person’s strength was far from ordinary—but how was that possible? He was clearly just a ten-year-old boy!

“You—!” Shang Yong glared at Jiang Yu, clutching his wounded arm. Being injured by a child—where would he put his pride?

“Brat, who are you? The matters of Qiongyu Immortal Island are none of your concern. If you know what’s good for you, get lost!” Shang Yong roared, purple qi rapidly healing his wound as he straightened up.

Jiang Yu looked at him with genuine confusion and said something that nearly made Yi Zhui faint. “Old man, is your brain malfunctioning? If I’m helping them, that means I represent Qiongyu Immortal Island. Do you think I’d be on your side?”

“Fine, fine, fine! Since you’re courting death, don’t blame me!” Shang Yong quickly brought his hands together. The remaining men gathered behind him as he spread his arms, purple qi surging outward.

Jiang Yu’s expression darkened. His small body flipped lightly as he landed in the center of the hall, allowing the purple qi to envelop him. He simply watched coldly.

“Brat, obediently stay inside my Bloodthirsty Grand Formation. Even if you’re a god, you won’t escape!” With a furious roar, Shang Yong slammed his hand down, murderous intent surging like lightning, sealing the space around Jiang Yu.