FRGNM -Chapter 300 Calming the Turmoil

His right hand clenched as the Dou Qi in his palm erupted. Shang Yong gathered all his strength and charged outward.

But he was fast—yet the other figure was faster.

Like a bolt of lightning, that shadow stepped forward and kicked viciously into Shang Yong’s round belly. Ling Lie stood upright, icy light bursting from his eyes.

“You—!” A sweetness surged into his mouth as Shang Yong spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes widened in horror as he stared at the person before him, sucking in sharp breaths.

The short dagger spun lightly. Jiang Yu looked at him coldly, killing intent surging in his dark eyes. With a sneer, he said, “It’s not your time to leave yet!”

“You… you don’t push me! Otherwise… otherwise I’ll fight you to the death!!!” he roared. The figure standing at the center shook violently as a surge of purple Dou Qi burst out, blasting outward.

Whoa! That’s insane!

Yi Zhui’s face changed drastically. He quickly grabbed Luo Mingyu’s wrist and said anxiously, “Dad, that’s crazy! He’s going to self-destruct! Do something, quick!”

A Purple Sovereign’s self-destruction could destroy the entire Qiong Jade Immortal Island! The explosion could even trigger a massive sea storm—this was no joke!

The corner of Luo Mingyu’s lips curved upward. Holding Yi Zhui in his arms, his star-like eyes flashed with a teasing glint as he smiled. “Baby, don’t rush. Just watch— the real show is only beginning.”

“Bang—!”

The body that was about to burst suddenly trembled violently. The small figure standing before Shang Yong stretched out his right hand. A trace of purple spiritual energy wrapped around Shang Yong. Before he could self-destruct, the leaking Dou Qi was visibly drawn into Jiang Yu’s body at an astonishing speed.

Impossible!

A sharp glint flashed through Shang Yong’s ashen eyes. He stared forward in terror. Only after all the Dou Qi in his body had been completely drained did he meet those demonic purple eyes. His face changed drastically as he pointed at Jiang Yu, trembling. “You… you are… a Heavenly Spirit Artifact!!!”

“Boom!”

His standing body exploded instantly, leaving not even dust behind, vanishing completely from heaven and earth.

A Heavenly Spirit Artifact!

Yi Zhui couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath. He had seen such things in ancient records—treasures born of heaven and earth, naturally nurtured and capable of developing their own consciousness. They were extremely rare. Such beings were usually not used by humans. Yet now… how could one appear here?

No wonder he could become a Purple Sovereign at the age of ten. So it was merely a human form he had taken.

“What’s wrong? Scared?” Luo Mingyu asked softly when Yi Zhui fell silent.

Meanwhile, Yi Meng, held in Ling Ruoxi’s arms, was trembling. Her frightened eyes stared ahead as she asked shakily, “Dad, Mom… did that scary old man just now… die?”

“Yi Meng, don’t be afraid. How about Dad cooks for you today and lets you taste his cooking, hmm?” Ling Ruoxi smiled, rubbing Yi Meng’s cheek.

“Yay! I haven’t eaten Dad’s cooking in so long—it’s super delicious, I miss it so much! Dad—”

Two innocent, expectant eyes stared at Luo Mingyu. He couldn’t help but smile. These two kids really made it impossible for him to refuse. Besides, they were his precious treasures!

When word spread that Luo Mingyu was cooking personally, a long line of maidservants gathered outside the courtyard, craning their necks to peek inside, wishing they could squeeze in at once. But those inside had already given strict orders—no one was allowed to enter.

Even Silver Wolf and Qingyi weren’t qualified. They could only wait outside the kitchen, itching to blow the place up just to see what was going on inside—though they had the desire, not the courage.

After all, if they angered Luo Mingyu, Silver Wolf’s snow-white fur might be burned clean off.

“I don’t get it. Is the Holy Lord’s cooking really that good? Is this necessary?”

“Well… I’ve never eaten it. But think about it—exquisite dishes personally made by a young, handsome Holy Lord. Do you think they’d taste good?”

“Wow, really? Then they must be amazing! Just smelling it is making me hungry.”

“I really want to see what the Holy Lord is cooking!”

“Dream on…”

Heads piled along the wall as everyone desperately tried to peek inside.

Outside, a fiery red figure stood calmly. With a faintly disdainful smile, his eyes lifted naturally, serene and confident. The courtyard gates were shut, and he couldn’t see inside—but that familiar aura… even from a thousand miles away, he would recognize it instantly.

“Don’t push, move aside, you—!” A young maid felt someone squeezing behind her. A large hand patted her shoulder, and she shouted impatiently while pressing her face toward the crack in the door, desperate to see more.

Sensing something wrong, she subconsciously turned back. Upon seeing the familiar face, her mouth twitched, eyes widening in shock. She nearly bit her tongue. “Dong… Dong—”

“Shh.” The man smiled lightly. His fiery red figure slipped through the wooden door like a ghost, sending a chill through the heart.

The rich aroma filled the air. Silver Wolf clutched his stomach, saliva dripping nonstop. He wiped his mouth shamelessly and whined, “Luo Mingyu, how much longer?! It’s been a damn hour! Even a stewed chicken would be mush by now!”

“If you’re that hungry, go cook it yourself. Besides, with Mingyu in the kitchen, do you really think he’d only make one dish?” Qingyi laughed, raising an eyebrow.

Silver Wolf twitched his mouth and turned to glare at Qingyi. “If you’ve got guts, don’t help Luo Mingyu talk!”

“Heh, what kind of talk is that? Mingyu and I are good friends—why wouldn’t I speak for him? Should I speak for you instead, you little wolf?” Qingyi laughed loudly, tugging playfully at Silver Wolf’s silver hair.

Silver Wolf nearly choked on his own saliva. Rage flashed in his silver eyes as he grabbed Yuwen Zhiyuan’s shoulder. “Zhiyuan, back me up! I think this old ghost Qingyi is itching for trouble!”

“Uh…” Yuwen Zhiyuan nearly spat out his tea. He could only smile helplessly. “You two really are a pair of enemies. Fighting like this actually suits you better. Look at Jiang Yu over there—he’s sitting so coldly. Isn’t that more interesting?”

Everyone’s gaze shifted to Jiang Yu. Instantly, Silver Wolf and Qingyi both twitched at the corners of their mouths.

The boy sitting on the stone bench had his arms crossed, expression icy, sharp light flashing in his eyes as he completely ignored everyone around him. Beside him, Yi Meng had piled up snacks and hugged her favorite doll, cheerfully teasing Jiang Yu.

Yi Zhui, however, regarded Jiang Yu with clear hostility. Killing intent flickered in his dark eyes as he rested his chin in one hand, circling Jiang Yu as if deep in thought.

Poor Jiang Yu—because he wore the body of a ten-year-old, Yi Meng treated him like a playmate, while Yi Zhui treated him like an enemy.

With a mind long matured, Jiang Yu couldn’t behave like a child. What he truly couldn’t understand was—were humans really this childish? He had already said he was a Heavenly Spirit Artifact, over a thousand years old, yet they still toyed with him like this. Truly… childish!

“Creak—”

The door opened, and a rich fragrance swept through the air.

Standing at the doorway, Luo Mingyu raised his sword-like brows. With a gentle flick of his right hand, purple Dou Qi carried the dishes onto the stone table. The exquisitely plated dishes were perfect in color, aroma, and taste— even the most difficult ingredients had been flawlessly handled.

“Yi Zhui, Yi Meng—eat if you’re hungry,” he said calmly, though his gaze suddenly shot toward a corner.

The instant the dishes landed, a fiery red figure flashed like lightning. Chopsticks struck true as they went straight for the steamed fish.

“Mmm—tender, juicy, smooth, and fragrant. More than ten medicinal herbs blended in, gently steamed with seasonings to enhance it. Your cooking hasn’t declined at all—it’s improved!”

“Uncle Li!” The two children cheered like birds returning to their nest and threw themselves at him.

The red-clad man laughed, catching them both. “Yi Zhui, Yi Meng—causing trouble again lately? What was so serious that it dragged your parents back from afar?”

“Not at all!” Yi Meng pouted, tugging on the Eastern Capital King’s arm.

“Eastern Capital King, you’ve come out of seclusion?” Ling Ruoxi exclaimed in surprise. It was far too fast—she hadn’t sensed him at all. When had he even been hiding in this courtyard?

Smiling gently, the Eastern Capital King set the two children down and nodded. “Yes. I just came out, and I get to see you all—and eat Mingyu’s cooking. That’s a blessing. But… these people here—I don’t recognize them, do I?”

Especially that ten-year-old boy. The moment he stepped into the courtyard, he had sensed him—sharp vigilance, extreme sensitivity. This child was not someone to underestimate. Compared to him, Yi Zhui fell slightly short.

Yuwen Zhiyuan smiled faintly and nodded. “I’m Yuwen Zhiyuan. I joined them recently—just call me Zhiyuan.”

“I’m Silver Wolf, Ruoxi’s original magical beast.”

“Jiang Yu.”

…

That icy voice nearly froze the entire courtyard.

The seated boy suddenly rose, purple light flashing in his eyes. With a light tap of his finger, killing intent surged as a dagger appeared in his hand. His body shot up. “Let me see your strength!”

“Oh?” The Eastern Capital King smiled, unhurried. “I just came out of seclusion, and this is how you welcome me? That’s troublesome. But… can we eat first before fighting?”

As he spoke, Jiang Yu had already rushed forward. The red figure tilted, moving like a gentle breeze, meeting him just as he arrived.

Whoosh!

The strike missed. Cold light flashed in Jiang Yu’s eyes. His small body twisted midair as the dagger in his hand shot forward like a meteor, wrapped in icy purple Dou Qi, dazzling like lightning.

Raising an eyebrow, the Eastern Capital King smiled faintly. His right hand swept forward as another surge of Dou Qi burst out, streaking ahead like lightning.

“Boom!”

Dou Qi collided with the dagger—but the Eastern Capital King’s qi shattered instantly, like a thin veil torn apart, crumbling into dust and vanishing into the air.