FRGNM -Chapter 306 Slip Him Some Laxatives

“Come, come—big brother, let me pour you some tea!” Yimeng carried the teapot over, smiling cheerfully.

Jiang Yu’s expression darkened even more. Who knew what Yimeng was up to again? He had come to this place to keep an eye on them, to prevent these two little brats from running off—and to protect their safety. But the memory of that previous drug incident still lingered in his mind. Anything they gave him was absolutely not to be eaten or drunk carelessly.

“Little brother, where are you from? You look pretty healthy—strong and sturdy. You practice martial arts, don’t you?” Bai Yuchen said with a smile, holding his teacup. He found the kid in front of him rather strange.

Seeing that Jiang Yu didn’t respond, Bai Yuchen smiled lightly and continued, “Judging by you, you seem to be here to snatch this young one, right? I’m a qi cultivator, and I need such a virgin for cultivation. If you don’t mind, the money here is yours—just don’t compete with me.”

He reached out and handed over a silver note worth one hundred thousand taels, smiling faintly. One hundred thousand taels—enough for an ordinary family to live comfortably for a lifetime.

Jiang Yu glanced at Bai Yuchen. A trace of impatience flickered in his cold eyes. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest. This place was far too noisy and unsuitable for him. The timing should be about right by now—the people in the other city should have seen the signal he sent.

“Heh, looks like you’re a man of temperament too. I can even give you one of the girls here—how about it?” Bai Yuchen said with a faint smile.

But Jiang Yu showed no interest at all. His sharp eyes were already closed. He neither accepted Bai Yuchen’s silver note nor paid any attention to those around him.

Finding it awkward, Bai Yuchen stopped talking and instead waited for the people behind him.

“Heh, all done! We put laxatives in everyone’s tea—guaranteed Jiang Yu drank some too. Then we can make our escape!” Yizhui and Yimeng grinned and high-fived each other. Their perfect plan would definitely be completed before their parents arrived.

Yimeng nodded with a smile. “That’s right, but… is Sister Ke’er ready? I just saw her heading outside. We need to stay prepared—grab Sister Ke’er and run!”

“Don’t make us sound like bandits. Come on, let’s go take a look!”
The two small figures in the courtyard clapped hands and shot outside like meteors.

Cold eyes swept across everyone below. Even though she wore a silk dress, there was not the slightest hint of joy on her face. Under the lantern light, her features looked even more striking—pure and untainted, free of any worldly air. Her gaze fixed forward, resting on the group of women she was supposed to call her sisters.

Those women all lowered their heads, not daring to look at her face. They could only keep their heads down and, as planned, serve tea and refreshments, secretly adding sedatives to the pastries. Even the strongest person wouldn’t be able to resist the effects of the drug.

And then what? She would be left behind here as the scapegoat—while being humiliated by others, they would escape smoothly. They had agreed that whoever was chosen would be informed, so that when the drug took effect, they would rush into the room and rescue her.

But all the new girls had vanished into nothingness. They hadn’t even told her—it was her who had been selected, her who was chosen. Judging from this, even if she were sent to someone’s bed, they wouldn’t take any action at all.

Ridiculous. But… she, Ke’er, had her own way out.

“Sister Ke’er, you can do it!” The two small figures below raised their fists in encouragement, smiling brightly, little tiger teeth showing.

The person on stage nodded slightly, the corners of her lips lifting as she smiled. “Mm. Yizhui, Yimeng, thank you.”

“Hehe!” Rubbing his nose, Yizhui turned away smugly and ran around busily serving tea, far more diligent than any so-called noble young master.

Seeing that the time was about right, the plump madam finally slowly stepped onto the stage, chuckling. “Everyone should know Yihong Courtyard’s rules by now. This girl arrived just two months ago—guaranteed a virgin. Her looks rival that of a courtesan. She’s thirteen years old, the perfect choice for all of you. Starting bid for her first night: one hundred taels of silver.”

“Old madam, are you trying to swindle us? A hundred taels for such a little thing?”

“Even a courtesan isn’t worth that much for one night!”

“Hmph, raising the price randomly—who’s going to pay that?”

At once, the crowd erupted. One hundred taels was indeed a huge sum for ordinary people. At this rate, there was no way the auction could proceed.

But the wealthy young men seated at the front sneered and raised their hands. “Two hundred taels.”

“Heh, three hundred.”

“Five hundred…”

The price skyrocketed, finally stopping at one thousand taels. No one bid higher.

Bai Yuchen didn’t bid. Watching those show-offs, he subconsciously lifted his teacup. A strange scent wafted to his nose, and his face immediately darkened—there was a sedative in the tea?

What kind of play was this?

A glint flashed deep in his eyes. The man smiled faintly, sweeping his gaze over the few little maids. They all looked nervous, their hands trembling unconsciously as they worked. It seemed they were planning to run.

He set the teacup down and didn’t touch the pastries. When the madam cast him a helpless look, Bai Yuchen finally took out a ten-thousand-tael silver note. “I’ll bid ten thousand taels. Anyone higher?”

“Oh my, Young Master Bai, definitely no one higher! Quick—Ke’er, go.” The madam’s wrinkled face split into a grin, unable to close her mouth as she reached out to take the note.

The coldly seated man slowly opened his eyes. A sharp chill flashed within them. With a flick of his right hand, ten silver notes worth one hundred thousand taels each appeared in his grasp.
“One million taels. Ke’er, let’s go.”

Boom!

Like a thunderbolt, those words stunned everyone present.

One million taels—to buy a single girl?!

Heavens! This world must have gone mad! One million taels would be enough to buy a top courtesan—or even a hundred virgins! What kind of wastrel was this, throwing money around so extravagantly?

Even Ke’er stared at Jiang Yu in shock. From the moment he appeared, he had been icy and taciturn, his face tense, barely willing to speak. His eyes were still cold and emotionless. He was only ten years old—yet why did he seem more mature and steady than adults, even exuding the charm of a grown man?

“Uh… um… young master, are you sure—one million taels?” The madam was stunned, staring at the ten silver notes and swallowing hard as she reached out to take them.

Bai Yuchen’s face darkened. This brat dared to snatch someone from him! No wonder he refused the one hundred thousand taels earlier—so he was waiting to slap him in the face now. If he didn’t raise the bid, this kid would definitely look down on him, and his reputation would suffer!

Immediately, Bai Yuchen said coldly, “Two million taels. Kid, if you’ve got the guts, keep bidding!”

“…”

Jiang Yu looked indifferently at the silver notes in his hand. His dark eyes trembled slightly, then he directly withdrew the notes. In the next instant, murderous intent exploded from his gaze.

What?!

Bai Yuchen’s face changed drastically. Before he could react, a flash of sword light had already arrived. A cold dagger was pressed against his neck. The black-clad figure had somehow appeared atop the table. The chill in his eyes was like a blade as he asked in a low voice, “Ke’er, come with me.”

“Y-you…”

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. His Adam’s apple bobbed as Bai Yuchen trembled. “Who… who are you?!”

His right hand sank. The folding fan behind his back snapped open as he rapidly retreated. Green qi shot out like lightning, making the surrounding space tremble.

“Watch out!” Ke’er cried out.

The standing figure coldly watched the qi attack rush toward him. A flash of cold light crossed his black eyes. He lightly swept his right hand before him, and purple qi burst forth.

Bang!

The white-clad figure was blasted away, slamming hard into a pillar. Bai Yuchen’s face turned pale as he looked up at the ten-year-old boy opposite him. “Y-you… you’re a Purple Venerable?!”

The words “Purple Venerable” fell, and the hall fell silent once again.

Unbelievable! That kid—only ten years old—was actually a Purple Venerable?! How was that possible? Even if he cultivated from the womb, there was no way he could progress this fast!

“Don’t—don’t! I’ll give Ke’er to you! I’ll give her to you!” Seeing Jiang Yu about to step forward, Bai Yuchen hurriedly pulled out his silver notes and stuffed them into the madam’s hands.

“Hmph.”

With a snort, Jiang Yu stopped, turned to look at the person on stage, then glanced coldly at the two little brats hiding in the corner, about to speak.

Whoosh!

A bolt of lightning shot out behind him and exploded in midair.

Bai Yuchen retreated quickly, his eyes locked onto Jiang Yu as he sneered coldly. “You brat, do you think you’re that amazing? Let me tell you, the Thunder faction isn’t that weak. Just because you’re a Purple Venerable, you think we don’t have one? I’m telling you, my godfather will be here soon—and he’ll wipe you out!”

“Thunder?” Yimeng chewed on the word, frowning slightly. Why did that name sound so familiar?

Yizhui froze, then looked up at the man in shock before laughing. “Thunder? So Shang Yong is your godfather? No wonder your aura feels familiar. Turns out you’re that guy’s adopted son.”

“Y-you know my godfather?” Bai Yuchen’s heart skipped a beat. He turned nervously, then relaxed when he saw it was just a kid. Still, his godfather’s identity was highly confidential—how did this child know?

“Ugh! My stomach hurts—so bad…”

“Ah! I can’t take it anymore! Which bastard drugged us?!”

“Move, move! I can’t hold it in!”

The central hall erupted in chaos. People clutched their stomachs, rushing toward the back.

Jiang Yu glanced at the two little brats, seeing the delight plastered across their faces. Immediately, he clutched his own stomach and squatted down, fine beads of sweat covering his forehead, his face turning slightly pale.