FRGNM -Chapter 308 All of Thunder’s Men—Kill Them All

The group of women dressed in white behind them all wore grim expressions.

Yi Meng’s eyes widened. She raised both hands and cried out, “Grandma, Grandma, you’re back too! Yi Meng missed Grandma so much! Grandma, don’t abandon Yi Meng again!”

“Mm.” Rarely so indifferent, Bai Liyan nodded faintly. A trace of sorrow flashed through her eyes, yet her body was still unsteady. She braced herself against the door with one hand, as if deep in thought, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the ground.

Something was wrong!

Even Yi Zhui, who had been keeping his head down, sensed that something was amiss. He quickly lifted his head and looked around. There was no scolding, no questioning—everyone simply stood there coldly. Even Bi’er was unusually distant, as if they had all been infected by the same chill.

“What happened here? Jiang Yu, you tell me.” A flash of icy killing intent swept past as Luo Mingyu held the person in his arms tightly.

Cold—so cold!

Even Jiang Yu’s expression darkened. He said unhappily, “Your son and daughter drugged me and brought me here. Thunder’s people threatened your son and daughter. Shouldn’t you do something about that?”

“Kill them all.”

Those three cold words felt like standing on ice and instantly plunging into the depths of the sea—crushed by overwhelming pressure, unable to breathe, as if even one’s body were completely torn apart.

The oppressive aura made it hard to breathe. The suffocating chill surged through the hall. That icy figure stood there, making hearts tremble. Anyone who instinctively met those cold eyes felt frozen in place, utterly unable to resist.

Silence fell over the entire hall. That frigid aura was something none of them could withstand.

Some of the more timid young men felt their minds go blank and fainted on the spot.

“Kill them all? Luo Mingyu, since when did you become so rash?” Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow and looked coolly at the man opposite him.

“Thunder’s people—kill them all!” The cold voice echoed throughout the hall. The instant the words fell, dozens of figures behind him shot out like lightning. In just a few breaths, only Bai Mo and Bai Yuchen remained.

Bai Yuchen’s legs trembled uncontrollably. He swallowed hard and forced up his courage, shouting, “Luo Mingyu, don’t think everyone is afraid of you! I’m telling you, I—”

Bang!

Purple Dou Qi exploded outward. A black figure rushed forward first. With a single clean, chilling slash, Bai Yuchen’s head flew off.

The protector standing behind Luo Mingyu glanced coldly at Bai Mo ahead, then turned his head away indifferently.

In that instant, blood splattered everywhere. Three figures appeared like arrows released from a bow—shua!—cleanly slicing Bai Mo’s neck. They immediately returned to Luo Mingyu’s side. Did he really think they were pushovers?

“Father, can I take Sister Ke’er back with us? I promised Sister Ke’er I’d take her away.” Yi Zhui hurriedly tugged at Luo Mingyu’s robe, looking at him pitifully.

Luo Mingyu’s gaze swept past Jiang Yu and fell behind him. He said coldly, “Bring her along. Set off—we’re returning to Qiongyu.”

A gentle breeze rose, and a chilling aura spread outward.

On Qiongyu Immortal Island—once springlike all year round—a layer of cold gloom now settled, suffocating and bleak. The laughter of the past was gone, replaced by an added touch of desolation.

Both hands were already soaked in blood. Fist after fist slammed fiercely into the ground. The person, already in tears, clenched her teeth coldly—unwilling, indignant. She didn’t care that her hands were drenched in blood, that bone was exposed. It was as if she felt no pain at all, using no Dou Qi, relying solely on brute strength to pound the ground.

“Grandma, Grandma! Yi Zhui and Yi Meng were wrong! Grandma, please don’t hurt yourself anymore, we’re begging you!” They quickly grabbed Bai Liyan’s arms. Yi Zhui and Yi Meng dropped to their knees together. They shouldn’t have left, shouldn’t have run away on their own—it was their fault Grandma was so heartbroken.

“Yi Zhui, Yi Meng!” Bai Liyan pulled them tightly into her arms, choking back sobs. Only when no one was around did she allow this fragile side to show. No matter what, she refused to believe that reality, but… he was sitting right there, so real, right there!

The wind brushed through her hair.

Standing by the window, Ling Ruoxi looked at the three figures in the bamboo grove. It felt as if she had swallowed bitter gall—overwhelmingly bitter. Light flickered in her dark eyes as she pressed one hand against the carved wooden door and asked softly, “Is this true, Mingyu? Tell me. I want to hear it from your own mouth.”

That day, they had missed Yi Zhui and Yi Meng, but they encountered the utterly lost Bai Liyan. She had gone to Duanyun Kingdom and returned, drowning herself in wine, washing her face with tears—so changed that even Ling Ruoxi barely recognized her.

And the first thing she said was that she no longer had a father.

Her father… was dead!

On this trip to Duanyun Kingdom, Murong Ming had told her everything. That iron-strong woman, upon hearing of her husband’s death, left Duanyun Kingdom but didn’t dare return to Qiongyu Immortal Island. She let herself go in the town, fully exposing her fragile side.

Her father… was dead!

“Yes, Master. He has already passed.” Luo Mingyu’s dark eyes flickered as he answered softly and lowered his head.

When he learned of Ling Feng’s death, he had nearly collapsed as well. In his heart, his master was invincible—how could he possibly die? Yet the truth was right before him. No matter how unwilling he was to accept it, he had to bow to reality.

Ling Ruoxi’s body trembled violently. She felt unbearably cold all over. Looking at the weeping figure ahead, tears slipped uncontrollably from her eyes. She lowered her voice, gripping the window tightly, and asked coldly, “Is that so?”

Bang!

The standing figure suddenly turned around like lightning and smashed a fist into Luo Mingyu’s chest. Her furious eyes locked onto him as she nearly roared, “Then tell me—why the hell is Murong Ming still tormenting me like this? If he already knew my father was dead, why did he make me do all these impossible things? Helping Nangong Mo ascend the throne—damn it, I could’ve wiped out Duanyun Kingdom myself!”

“Listen to my explanation!” Luo Mingyu quickly reached out and pulled the enraged woman into his arms, pressing her head down as he said in a deep voice, “Listen to me. It’s not like that. Master, he—”

“That’s enough! You too—why did you deceive me together with Murong Ming? Why did you deliberately hide it from me? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Ling Ruoxi pounded Luo Mingyu’s chest furiously, shouting in anger, glaring at him as if she wanted to shove him away.

Her slender fingers twisted into his flesh mercilessly, even digging in with her nails.

Luo Mingyu sucked in a sharp breath and swiftly seized her hands. He had known all along—once she learned the truth, she would never be able to stay calm. She might accept that her father was dead, but she would never accept that he and Murong Ming had hidden it from her together.

A cold light flashed deep in his eyes. The tall figure suddenly bent down and fiercely captured her soft lips, sealing her mouth tight, staring into her eyes while gripping her hands firmly.

“Mmph!” Ling Ruoxi’s eyes flew open. Her mind went completely blank in shock as she stared at the man before her. The raging fury within her seemed to be doused instantly, and the strength in her hands weakened.

After a long while, the two finally separated.

Panting, Ling Ruoxi stared at him, wiped her lips hard, and frowned. “Explain.”

“Hah…” Luo Mingyu let out a breath of relief, hoping this was enough to calm her down. Gently stroking her head, he frowned and said, “As long as you’re calm, that’s good. Actually, Murong Ming and I didn’t lie to you.”

“Then my father’s death…”

“It’s not like that. Listen to me!” Luo Mingyu quickly steadied her, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, “Back then, Murong Ming encountered Master when he was gravely injured. He sent Master to the Cold Cave to recuperate, but never imagined that Master would ‘die’ there. His long blade was broken, and he had no breath. However, Murong Ming told me this might have been a false death—because Master’s personal weapon, the Purple Bamboo Divine Needle, was not on him.”

“It’s said that one’s personal weapon is connected to one’s soul. If the Purple Bamboo Divine Needle can be found, it might awaken Master. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have died in the Cold Cave, and to preserve his body, he even set up an external barrier! I don’t know who Master encountered—who in this world could injure him—but I know this: the only way to save Master lies with you!”

Looking at her with deep affection, Luo Mingyu took in a sharp breath.

That was why Murong Ming proposed searching for the Purple Bamboo Divine Needle. The bamboo had already been gathered; only the forging remained. Once the Divine Needle was completed, it would mean that his master might still awaken.

That was why he didn’t object, and why he didn’t tell Ling Ruoxi this heartbreaking matter. Because Master wasn’t truly dead—there was still a sliver of hope, still a chance to go on.

“You’re saying… once the Purple Bamboo Divine Needle is forged and its weapon spirit gathered, it can awaken my father?”
A cold light flickered deep in Ling Ruoxi’s eyes as she clenched her fists. She would never give up this chance!

Two more years. The people who had entered the mountain cave were about to emerge. She had to rescue her father before that!

“Yes—only a possibility, but at least it’s a way.”
Luo Mingyu spread his right hand, a trace of purple Dou Qi appearing. With a casual squeeze, it burst forth, and a letter appeared in his hand. He glanced calmly at her and continued, “Qingyi has sent word. Master Yinliang has appeared in Linshui County. There’s no guarantee he won’t leave, but he’ll do his best to delay him.”

Ling Ruoxi’s pupils contracted. She sucked in a breath of cold air and stared at him in shock. “When did the letter arrive?”

“A day ago. I saw you were in a bad mood, so I didn’t tell you.” Purple Dou Qi flared, and the envelope instantly turned to dust. Such information could never be allowed to fall into anyone else’s hands.

A cold glint flashed in Ling Ruoxi’s eyes. She said quietly, “Good. Then we leave immediately.”

“And what about your mother?” Luo Mingyu looked toward the figure ahead. Bai Liyan was still drowning in grief—were they really just going to leave like this?

Ling Ruoxi snorted coldly, clenching her fists. “My mother is just like me—we’re not weak! She won’t keep destroying herself like this. Let her calm down first. I believe in her. We’re leaving!”