FRGNM -Chapter 312 Kill Her

Pressing one hand to his mask, Hua Chou coldly removed it. The tightly contorted features beneath were nauseating—so distorted that even the whites of his eyes showed, making the sight extremely repulsive.

The crisscrossing scars were enough to make one shudder. One could imagine how terrifying that fire must have been. A two-year-old child enduring such devastation and the world’s scorn—no wonder he chose to cut himself off from others. If not for Yin Lang saving him back then, he might have trapped even himself in that darkness forever.

Yet the man before them smiled calmly. Their reactions were not what he had expected. Anyone who saw his face would usually scream in terror—but these people were different. They barely reacted at all. Even Yin Lang showed only surprise, without a trace of disgust.

Hua Chou looked at them with relief, one hand covering his face, and said with a faint smile, “What? Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Qingyi patted his chest confidently. “Even if your face were completely ruined, I could still heal it.” To him, a shell was just a shell—what was there to care about?

A flicker of light passed through Hua Chou’s dark eyes as he continued, “Heh… if only the villagers were like that. But they’ll never know—I was the one who saved my master. My master gave me a Youth-Preserving Pill that restored my appearance. They never imagined that I was no longer who I used to be.”

Grabbing the mask, he yanked it downward hard. Smooth skin appeared before their eyes. Gone was the ugly, grotesque boy—standing there instead was a handsome, delicate young man with an innate stubbornness, his back straight and proud.

Having worn the mask for years, his skin was pale and fine, almost comparable to a woman’s, drawing quiet admiration.

“You want me to forge the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles—fine. But I have one condition!”

Light flashed in Hua Chou’s dark eyes. He sniffed the air, his expression sinking as he sneered coldly, “They’ve been hiding for so long, and now they’ve finally come. The people who killed my master are here. As long as you deal with them, I’ll forge the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles for you!”

“Pff!” Yin Lang almost choked on his own saliva. Staring at Hua Chou in shock, he sucked in a breath and stammered, “Are you kidding? The terrain here suppresses Dou Qi completely. Even if we help you, it won’t do much good, right?!”

Boom!

The ground shook violently. The mountain range behind them trembled as a cave entrance at the foot of the mountain split open. Armored soldiers poured out and charged straight into the mountains.

Yin Lang nearly bit his own tongue. Pointing at the troops below, he shouted in disbelief, “T-This is shameless! When we came in, we had to cross two mountain ridges before descending. They just smashed straight through the mountain!”

“Shouldn’t you be worried that they’re an army and we can’t use Dou Qi?” Qingyi grabbed Yin Lang by the ear and dragged him over. He truly didn’t understand how this kid’s mind worked—his priorities were always completely off.

Without Dou Qi, facing an army head-on was clearly a terrible idea.

“Don’t joke with me. You think an army compares to me?” Yin Lang raised his brows smugly and patted his arm, as if everyone had forgotten—he was a magical beast.

Even if they couldn’t use Dou Qi, he could revert to his true form. One kick per soldier—like kicking a ball.

Qingyi twitched at the corner of his mouth, then laughed. “Didn’t expect you to be that smart. Looks like we’ll rely on you.”

“No.” Yuwen Zhiyuan shook his head. “From the moment we entered, our forms were fixed. That means even a magical beast can’t change shape here. We can only exist in human form.”

The man leaning against the tree suddenly opened his eyes. Murderous intent flashed in his dark gaze as his crossed arms trembled slightly. He looked sharply downward.

Beyond the army, chains were dragged along, and ten men together pushed forward a massive sword—like something that could split heaven and earth. Though only dagger-sized, it required immense effort from so many people.

Golden light coiled around the dagger like writhing dragons, intertwining into a dazzling sight. The dagger trembled faintly, as if sensing something, releasing a dragon-like hum.

“This is…” Ling Ruoxi froze, instinctively looking toward Jiang Yu beside her. He still leaned against the tree, but his eyes were open, staring fixedly at the dagger below.

More importantly, the dagger at his waist was identical to the one being carried below. In other words, there was some kind of connection between him and that dagger. What exactly was happening with the purple bamboo?!

The black figure trembled. Long lashes fluttered as cold eyes stared ahead. His body seemed to move of its own will, slowly stepping forward.

That dagger… was his.

Whoosh!

The black figure shot out like lightning, gliding off the tree trunk and sprinting forward like a wild goose.

“Jiang Yu!” Ling Ruoxi cried out. Pushing off the ground, she rushed after him.

“So many outsiders! Look, their clothes are different from those big brothers’!”

“Yeah, they look so fierce. Who are they? Why did they suddenly come here?”

“Our mountain gate was blasted open… Are they bandits? That’s terrifying…”

The children playing in the fields trembled. Dropping their pinwheels and drums, they scrambled to flee in every direction—saving their lives was all that mattered now.

Adults rushed out of their homes. None of them had ever seen this army before, but the murderous aura surrounding the soldiers made them shiver in fear.

Buzz!

A cold sound rang out. A chill aura spread as a commander stepped forward, staring coldly ahead. Light flickered in his eyes as he said icily, “Yin Liang, come out—or don’t blame me for slaughtering the entire village!”

“Y-You… who are you? And who is Yin Liang?” Wang Bo swallowed nervously. “Why is everyone looking for Yin Liang? If Liu Han really was Yin Liang, he died a year ago!”

Wu Jun raised an eyebrow and sneered. “Oh? Others are looking for Yin Liang too? Interesting. Not many people know about him—yet news still got out. Perfect timing. We even captured a battle-qi cultivator recently. Bring him out!”

At the cold command, a blood-soaked man was dragged forward, completely helpless. Here, he was no different from an ordinary person. His long hair hung down, obscuring his face. His pale complexion was frightening, and his limbs were almost entirely ruined.

“This brat didn’t know what was good for him. We surrounded him and forced him into this place, stripped him of his Dou Qi, and finally captured him. A Blue Sovereign—worse yet, he even broke through to Purple Sovereign. So what? He’s still in our hands. If even a cultivator can’t escape, what chance do you have? Call Yin Liang out now—even if he’s dead, dig up his corpse for me to see!”

Wu Jun sneered and slapped the man hard across the face.

Slash!

A black blur shot out like lightning. The dragon-hum grew more intense as the trembling dagger erupted with golden light, intertwining so fast it dazzled the eyes.

Wu Jun’s face changed drastically. He pressed his hand to the sword at his waist and slashed out instantly.

Bang! Bang!

Two kicks exploded outward, sending the guards flying. The small figure landed lightly atop Wu Jun’s sword, cold light flashing in his dark eyes as he stared at him.

“You—!” Wu Jun’s face went pale. He stared in horror at the figure before him—it was just a ten-year-old child! Yet the killing intent in those eyes was beyond anything ordinary. That gaze was utterly cold, as if it had endured endless slaughter. Just meeting his eyes left Wu Jun unable to resist.

Buzz!

The slender figure flipped down. A flash of cold light crossed his eyes as he seized the man’s wrist and retreated swiftly.

Cold air rippled outward. The figure calmly set the injured man on the ground. His bones were shattered—standing would only worsen his condition.

The attackers had been utterly ruthless. Bones and meridians alike were destroyed. Even if he had once been a Purple Sovereign, he was now little more than a cripple—unless the power of the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles were used to regenerate his meridians.

“T-That’s… Ting Hai!”

A rushing figure halted abruptly, eyes locked on the injured man as he sucked in a breath.

Luo Mingyu’s dark eyes sank as he stepped forward. The man before him was battered, his Dou Qi sealed, meridians destroyed. Even if healed, he would be crippled.

Boundless killing intent surged around Luo Mingyu, thick and terrifying.

Visible black baleful energy coiled around him as he tilted his head slightly, staring at Wu Jun. Even from that distance, he could hear the arrogant words clearly—losing Dou Qi didn’t make one deaf.

“You—what are you trying to do?!”

Seeing Luo Mingyu approach, Wu Jun finally reacted. Swallowing nervously, he shouted, eyes flashing in panic, “Quick—use Dragon Roar! Suppress them!”