FRGNM -Chapter 305 Why Did You Betray Me?

“Guards! Take Ke’er and these two little brats away!”

Curled up in a corner, the sobbing girl hugged her knees tightly, burying her head between them in helpless despair. Tear after tear fell like broken beads from a snapped string. She choked softly, her throat already hoarse, even her tears nearly dried up.

“Sister Ke’er, please stop crying, okay?” Yi Zhui rubbed his ears. He was about to be driven mad by the sobbing. Looking at the small figure on the bed, his heart didn’t feel good at all.

Even Yi Meng covered her ears, helplessly looking at the person on the bed.

The sobbing girl hadn’t reacted yet and kept crying. “How could I not cry? I feel so awful, I really… eh? How did you get here?!”

Her eyes widened in shock as Ke’er suddenly lifted her head and stared at the two little figures sitting on the soft couch. They had been locked in separate rooms—next to each other, yes, but the doors were locked tight, with no sign of being opened. How had they come over?!

“This? We just walked over,” Yi Zhui replied casually. “But Sister Ke’er, why are you crying so hard? Tell us what’s bothering you. We’ll listen and help you think of a solution.”

Yi Zhui spoke quietly. He already knew how to handle matters—on Qiongyu Immortal Island, most affairs were handled by him. This trip was just for fun, to indulge his childish side. Just because he didn’t say much didn’t mean he didn’t understand.

Ke’er froze when she heard Yi Zhui’s question. Tears slid from her eyes as she choked out, “They knew very well that the one receiving guests this month was me, yet they didn’t tell me. We discussed escaping together, planning to leave while things were chaotic tonight. But since I’m the one receiving guests, I can’t leave with them at all. I’m not crying because of receiving guests—I’m heartbroken because… why did they betray me?”

“Why did they betray you?” Yi Zhui asked calmly. “Do you really know what kind of people they are? Do you know why they were with you in the first place? How long have you known them? Even if you planned to escape together, some plans are meant to stay hidden in one’s heart—you can’t say everything.”

That was a man’s way of thinking. No matter what, men wouldn’t easily speak of their suffering or pain. Yi Zhui was the same—he would never easily trust a stranger. Even if they were trapped together in a desperate situation, without knowing the other party thoroughly, he would never give full trust.

Ke’er shook her head, crying softly. “I don’t know. We were all sold together. Shouldn’t we unite and leave together? I don’t understand why they did this to me.”

“Because you’re all strangers. Everyone wants to live. Everyone wants to leave. If no one is sacrificed, how can anyone get away?” Yi Zhui said helplessly.

He clenched the ring on his left hand and glanced around to make sure no one was nearby. Then he jumped off the couch and laughed softly. “But we can take you away. First though—we need to deal with a guy!”

The corner of Yi Zhui’s mouth lifted. With a light wave of his right hand, a flash of light appeared—and a black figure dropped swiftly to the ground. In the next instant, icy killing intent struck like lightning. A cold dagger was already pressed against Yi Zhui’s neck before he could even react.

“Bastards! Who told you to drug me?!” Jiang Yu’s face was darker than iron. That medicine had little effect on a Purple Venerable, and even less on a heaven-and-earth spiritual being. He had woken up long before these two brats went out to sea. But the storage ring was refined by Ling Ruoxi and reinforced with Luo Mingyu’s formations—getting out without someone releasing him was harder than ascending to the heavens.

These two little brats really didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth!

“Uh… you’re awake?” Yi Meng said with an awkward smile. She leaned in curiously and asked, “If you were awake, why didn’t you come out earlier?”

“……”

As if he hadn’t wanted to—he had to be able to come out first!

Jiang Yu’s face turned livid. He stared coldly at Yi Zhui. If this brat weren’t Ling Ruoxi’s child, he would’ve killed him already!

Yi Zhui’s gaze hardened. He clenched his fists and shouted angrily, “If you’ve got the guts, try laying a hand on me!”

“You!” Jiang Yu glared at him, then withdrew the dagger and turned to look at Ke’er, who still had tears on her face.

What… what was going on?!

Ke’er was completely stunned. She couldn’t understand how someone could conjure a person with a wave of the hand, nor why a ten-year-old child could have such a terrifying gaze. Where did such children come from?

“Hmph. Jiang Yu, I want to challenge you fairly and squarely. Do you accept?” Yi Zhui said coldly. No man would tolerate someone stronger than himself—especially a rival. He would definitely surpass him one day!

Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow and casually opened the window. “I don’t accept. A low-level challenging a high-level—I have the right to refuse. When you actually have the strength to fight me, come talk about a challenge. For now, come back with me.”

“Hey, wait, wait!” Yi Meng blinked rapidly and hurried to stop him. “Brother Jiang Yu, since we’re already out, let us play for one last day, okay?”

Yi Zhui’s face turned purple with anger, his small fists clenched tight. “You’re looking down on me!”

“Shouldn’t I?” Jiang Yu replied coldly. “You think you’re strong now? In my eyes, you’re just an ant!”

He suddenly turned, his entire aura erupting in an instant.

The pressure came crashing down like Mount Tai. Yi Zhui’s face changed drastically, his handsome features twisting as his whole body trembled under the crushing force. Yet he stood his ground, staring coldly at Jiang Yu. “You think you were this strong from the beginning? I’m telling you—I’ll surpass you one day!”

“That’s unfortunate for you,” Jiang Yu sneered. “I was this strong from the very beginning. If you want to surpass me, wait another thousand years.”

The smile was sharp as needles. Yet his heart trembled slightly. Those stubborn eyes—why did they look so familiar?

Back then, Ming Lang had the same look—he would rather die than bow his head.

Jiang Yu shuddered. His aura vanished instantly. One cold hand rested on the windowsill as even his icy expression softened a little. He lifted his head, gazing at the blue sky. With a wave of his hand, a streak of purple Dou Qi flashed through the air.

Yi Zhui’s face changed again. “You—!”

“Do you know how worried Ruoxi and Mingyu were after you left?” Jiang Yu said coldly. “You entered the wrong city. They’re searching for you in the neighboring town beyond the mountain. I’ll give you time to play here—until they arrive.”

Yi Meng cheered, clapping her hands. Like sticky candy, she instantly clung to Jiang Yu, smiling sweetly. “Thank you, Brother Jiang Yu! I knew you were a good person—mwah!”

“You… are…” Ke’er swallowed hard, staring at the two of them in shock, a chill running down her spine.

Jiang Yu raised his brows and turned to look at the woman curled at the foot of the bed. “As you can see—we’re Dou Qi practitioners.”

“Ha—!” Even though she was prepared, Ke’er still gasped. Dou Qi practitioners—heavens! She’d encountered them again. We? Wait—“You mean Yi Zhui and Yi Meng?”

Yi Zhui spread his right hand, dark-green Dou Qi appearing in his palm. He smiled gently. “Sister Ke’er, we’re all Dou Qi practitioners. I said I’d take you away—and I will. Tonight, we’ll leave. Are you willing to come with us?”

A sweet smile curved on his lips. He extended his small hand, offering it to her. If she agreed, he could take her to Qiongyu Immortal Island and free her from this place of dust and desire.

He’d originally planned to mess with Jiang Yu—but it seemed there’d be no chance now.

Night fell like ink. Inside the brightly lit Yihong Courtyard, the place was already packed with people. Laughter and chatter filled the air as guests drank and waited for the new girl to appear.

Two small figures carrying tea darted swiftly through the crowd, surprisingly efficient. The madam couldn’t stop smiling. She’d thought the two brats were useless—now they worked harder than her hired servants.

“Oh! Young Master Bai is here! Hurry, hurry—the best seats are reserved for you!” the madam exclaimed when she spotted the familiar figure.

Bai Yuchen nodded and walked forward casually, taking the top seat. He fanned himself lightly, scanning the crowd—yet he didn’t see Ke’er.

“Huh? Where did this kid come from? Get out—this isn’t a place for you!” A woman at the door frowned and reached out to grab someone.

The black-clad figure dodged calmly, cold light flashing in his eyes. He spread his right hand, revealing a thick stack of banknotes.

The woman immediately beamed. “Oh my, so you’re a rich young master! Come, little master, please come in. First time here? Tonight’s girl is still a virgin—perfect for you. Come, come! Madam! Top seat!”

“Oh my, young master, please, please!” The madam’s eyes shone brightly. Starting with a hundred-thousand-tael note—what kind of prodigal young master was this? That stack had to be worth millions!

Countless eyes lit up, itching to rob him on the spot.

But the cold youth swept his gaze across the room. An invisible pressure descended. The noisy hall fell silent instantly. All eyes turned to Jiang Yu—so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

He sat down calmly, staring ahead without touching the wine. Like an ice block, his aura was fully restrained. To others, he looked like nothing more than a young man skilled in martial arts.