FRGNM -Chapter 307 Green-Rank Dou Qi Practitioner

Bai Yuchen couldn’t help curling his lips into a grin and burst out laughing. “All poisoned, right? Little girls, I really have to thank you today. Even a Purple Exalt fell into your hands, hahaha! So what if you know my foster father? In a moment, Thunder’s forces will arrive. Let’s see what you’ll use to fight me then!”

“Jiang Yu, y-you… are you okay?” Ke’er’s face changed drastically. She hurriedly grabbed Jiang Yu’s wrist, only to find that the person before her was extremely cold—so cold it was as if he had no body heat at all, making her heart tremble.

“Sigh, Sister Ke’er, don’t worry about so much anymore. Let’s leave quickly! If we’re late, it’ll be too late—let’s go!” Yi Zhui immediately clasped Ke’er’s wrist and dragged her toward the door.

Yi Meng nodded from the side. “That’s right, that’s right. Brother Jiang Yu, we’re really sorry, but we truly don’t want to go back right now. Bye-bye!”

“Stop! You two little brats—where are you taking my Ke’er?!” In the blink of an eye, Bai Yuchen shot forward, reaching out to grab Ke’er. To him, this was child’s play. How could two little kids possibly be his match?

However, in the very next moment, Bai Yuchen’s expression changed dramatically.

Yi Zhui spread his right hand. Deep green Dou Qi coiled around his wrist, and a cold light flashed in his black eyes. That imposing aura erupted forth, as if he had returned to Qiongyu Immortal Island—he was once again that lofty Young Master of Qiongyu, the demonic young lord who made everyone tremble in fear!

“Boom!” The green Dou Qi transformed into a roaring dragon. Tables around them were violently overturned, and even that white figure was sent flying.

“How is this possible?! How can you be a Green-Rank Dou Qi practitioner?!” And what’s more, this little brat’s strength was far above his own!

“Buzz—!”

Before Yi Zhui could withdraw his hands, heavy footsteps echoed. Outside the gates of the Yihong Courtyard, black-clad figures rapidly surrounded the place. Leading them was a man in a black coat with two drooping mustaches. His gaze swept across everyone in the hall, finally settling on Yi Zhui and Yi Meng.

The corner of Bai Yuchen’s mouth lifted as he hurriedly flipped himself up and shouted first, “Big brother, save me! There’s a Purple Exalt here!”
Since those outside hadn’t seen the fighting, they naturally assumed Bai Yuchen had been injured by a Purple Exalt—being wounded would be nothing unusual.

Yet Bai Mo, who stood there, let out a cold laugh. The icy light in his eyes flickered as he slowly walked inside. “So the young master of Qiongyu Immortal Island has arrived—yet you didn’t even notify us in advance. Young master, young miss, this is yours, isn’t it?”

He slowly raised his right hand. A token engraved with the words “Qiongyu” appeared in Bai Mo’s palm. His eyes were smiling, yet chillingly cold, enough to make one shudder. And that Qiongyu token made hearts tremble even more. In that instant, everyone’s gaze turned toward Yi Zhui and Yi Meng.

No wonder these two little ones were so beautiful and handsome—they were from Qiongyu Immortal Island!

When the madam heard the four words “Qiongyu Immortal Island,” her eyes rolled back and she fainted on the spot. It was over—her life was finished. She had actually trafficked the young master and young miss of Qiongyu Immortal Island.

Ke’er was even more shocked. Her slender fingers covered her mouth as she stared at the two in disbelief. “You… you…” She simply couldn’t believe that the two little ones who called her “sister” actually had such identities.

Yi Zhui frowned slightly, the cold light in his eyes flashing. In the blink of an eye, he had already recovered the bearing of the young lord of Qiongyu—not relying on intimidation, but on pure killing intent, that innate kingly aura.

“Oh? This brat calls you big brother—you’re also from Thunder, aren’t you? I suppose you’ve already received the bad news by now. That old bastard father of yours… self-destructed.”

The corner of his mouth lifted, an unspoken chill spreading that made people shiver.

Bai Mo stared coldly at the boy before him, his heart suddenly trembling. If it were only a few Dou Qi practitioners, he and Yi Meng could handle them. But there were many people here, and Bai Mo himself was hard to deal with—he was actually a Blue Exalt!

Moreover, Jiang Yu over there had supposedly been drugged. As soon as he activated his Dou Qi, he’d get diarrhea—violently so. That person surely wouldn’t make a move!
Yet Yi Zhui had overlooked one thing: Jiang Yu had never touched that wine at all.

“You!” Bai Mo’s expression changed drastically. His black eyes fixed coldly on the boy. That day, he had personally seen the life tablet at home shatter—he knew his foster father was dead. But no matter what, he couldn’t accept that reality!

Heaven rewards the persistent. In his own lair, he had discovered the token of Qiongyu Immortal Island. After repeated inquiries, he learned that Yi Zhui and Yi Meng from Qiongyu had run away. With such an opportunity before him, how could he not avenge his foster father?

Staring coldly at the two, Bai Mo clenched his wrist and said icily, “Boy, do you think you still have a chance to leave now? Hm?”

“I come and go as I please. Besides, I have a Purple Exalt with me. Do you think a mere Blue Exalt can compare to my bodyguard?” He grabbed Jiang Yu by the clothes and pulled the squatting figure up.

Bai Mo was somewhat wary, but when he saw Yi Zhui lift another child, he burst out laughing.
“Boy, this is the Purple Exalt you’re talking about? Bai Yuchen, tell him!”

“Big brother, this brat is basically crippled already. Quickly—take them down!” Bai Yuchen knew Jiang Yu was poisoned. A Purple Exalt who couldn’t use Dou Qi was nothing to fear.

Cold light flashed in Bai Mo’s eyes as he sneered. “Oh? I really didn’t expect the dignified young master and young miss of Qiongyu Immortal Island to like places like this. Your bodyguard, hm? Go—attack!”

With a wave of his hands, the men at the door moved.

Dozens of figures charged forward at once. Yi Zhui and Yi Meng’s expressions darkened as they quickly shielded Ke’er behind them. With a flick of their right hands, silver-white longswords appeared. Green Dou Qi surged forth, as free and unrestrained as they had been back in the bamboo forest. Two sword lights flashed past—those black figures rushing forward trembled violently as blood splattered through the air.

The two stood sword in hand, backs against each other, eyes coldly locked onto Bai Mo, instinctively tightening their grip on their swords.

“Yi Zhui, Yi Meng!” Ke’er gasped in shock and hurried forward.

But a small, icy hand quickly seized her wrist. The cold-standing figure merely shook his head lightly. “There’s no need. They’re here.”

What? Ke’er had no idea what he meant and could only stare blankly ahead.

“You two little brats!” Bai Mo roared. His right hand slammed down, and a streak of blue Dou Qi shot forth. Wielding two massive axes, he charged like lightning and hacked forward.

“Buzz!” Both longswords spun at once, power erupting as two streams of green Dou Qi merged and blocked ahead.

But how could such a difference in rank be so easily resisted? Even with superior techniques that made them stronger than ordinary practitioners, it still wasn’t enough.

Their hands trembled as the two small figures were forced backward, nearly falling to the ground. After all, they were still children—how could they compare to an adult?

Bai Mo sneered coldly, lifting his axes and chopping down again.

“Bang!” Purple Dou Qi burst forth like lightning, instantly wrapping around the two axes. A black-clad figure stood coldly, a sharp glint flashing deep in his eyes. “An adult bullying two children—what kind of ability is that?”

“You little brat—!” Bai Mo’s pupils shrank in shock. The one just called a Purple Exalt had actually made a move! He wasn’t much older than Yi Zhui and Yi Meng, yet he could block both axes and even—

Purple Dou Qi flickered. The standing figure barely used much power at all, the cold light in his black eyes flashing.

“Brother Jiang Yu, you didn’t get poisoned?” Yi Meng looked disappointed, pouting slightly. Her plan hadn’t worked at all—he looked perfectly fine.

Jiang Yu snorted coldly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
“You think I’d fall for the same trick a second time?”

Seeing his raised brows, Yi Zhui’s anger flared. He clenched his little fists and shouted,
“Y-you bastard! You lied to us just now!”

“Why is it that only you’re allowed to trick me, but I can’t trick you?” Jiang Yu scoffed, his gaze coldly fixed on Bai Mo.
“I just wanted you to see clearly how much strength you actually have. You can’t even defeat such trash—what right do you have to run away? What right do you have to make a fuss here?”

“You!”
It felt as if something was堵塞 in Yi Zhui’s chest. Those words were like a heavy hammer pounding his heart. He stared blankly ahead, fists clenched tightly.

Yes… this person was nothing but trash. Yet he couldn’t even defeat trash—what was there to be proud of? What capital did he have to disobey and run away? What qualification did he have to shout here?

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he forced them back. He, Yi Zhui, would never disgrace his parents—never!

“Brother Yi Zhui!” Yi Meng’s face darkened as she hurriedly reached out to grab him.

But the small figure abruptly shook off her hand and turned to run toward the door.

“Bang!” A large hand shot out, directly pulling the charging child into an embrace. A crisp slap followed. The white figure held the little one and slowly walked back into the hall.

“Father.” A hoarse voice echoed. Yi Zhui lowered his head, arms tightly wrapped around Luo Mingyu’s neck. He really was useless.

“Mother!” Yi Meng cried out joyfully, spreading her arms and running toward Ling Ruoxi. But at that moment, neither Ling Ruoxi nor Luo Mingyu looked very pleased.

It was only a single hill, yet it had taken them nearly a full day to arrive. What exactly had happened during that time—no one knew.

That gloomy face showed no emotion at all. Those icy eyes locked calmly ahead. In that instant, the entire hall seemed to freeze, as if plunged into the depths of winter, filling everyone with dread.