FRGNM -Chapter 317 Entering the Forbidden Land

The King of Eastern Capital could only lower his head apologetically and said in a heavy voice,
“Baili Wushuang entered the Forbidden Land and was eroded by the murderous aura inside. She became… someone else. And the first place she attacked was the Wicked King Island. Your subordinates fought desperately. Even without you, they held on for three months. Qiongyu Immortal Island sent reinforcements, but they only managed to last another month. In the end, Wicked King Island was completely annihilated. As for the others… they have all…”

Bang!

A hard fist slammed into the table, and a murderous aura filled the entire room.

Yuwen Zhiyuan hurriedly grabbed Luo Mingyu. “Calm down, calm down. Let the King of Eastern Capital finish.”

“And that’s not all,” the King of Eastern Capital continued, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. Seeing the man in front of him about to erupt, he quickly raised his hand. “Don’t worry. The island lord, the young master, and the young lady are all safe. When Baili Wushuang attacked Qiongyu Immortal Island, the island lord refused to leave. In the end, he was rescued by Murong Ming and taken to Duanyun Kingdom to recuperate. I also received the island lord’s order—once I found you, I was to take you immediately to Duanyun Kingdom.”

“Right now, the entire continent is in chaos. Only the three great kingdoms are still relatively stable. Baili Wushuang’s forces are extremely powerful—perhaps even Purple Bamboo can no longer restrain her. That’s why, under the island lord’s command, I’m here to take you away from Neighboring River County.”

The Purple Bamboo Divine Needles had been forged to revive the departed and to restrain Baili Wushuang. But now, time was too tight to wait any longer.

After waiting so long and searching so hard for Purple Bamboo… was it all going to be useless in the end?

“Hey.”

A cold voice came from a small corner.

The ten-year-old child leaning against a pillar looked at the fiery-red figure ahead with icy eyes. A flash of killing intent crossed his gaze as his hand rested on Slaying Moon Dragon’s Cry, and he stepped forward.

Sensing that aura, the King of Eastern Capital merely raised an eyebrow slightly. His gaze settled on Jiang Yu, and he smiled calmly. “Oh? Kid, what do you want to say?”

Whoosh!

The instant his words fell, an icy aura burst forth. A dragon’s roar flashed like lightning, grazing the King of Eastern Capital’s cheek. He bent slightly, smiling faintly, palms pressing against the ground as he landed to the side.

But Jiang Yu didn’t give him a chance to speak. Slaying Moon Dragon’s Cry, filled with cold killing intent, slashed straight for his throat.

“Good kid—you’re serious?” The King of Eastern Capital raised his sword-like brows, hands lifting to catch the blade. But just as the aura reached him, his pupils shrank and he twisted sharply aside.

Rip!

Too slow.

A streak of purple light flashed, instantly slicing through his clothes. At the same moment, the small figure ahead vanished as if it had never existed.

What was going on?!

The King of Eastern Capital froze, then quickly stood up and looked ahead.

A familiar aura spread out, enveloping the entire room. Purple light flickered opposite them, releasing an eerily beautiful glow. That faint radiance shimmered, an uncanny presence almost completely covering everything.

Even Ling Ruoxi couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath. Her black eyes locked forward, a flash of light erupting deep within them as her hands clenched unconsciously.

“Who said it doesn’t matter whether we have the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles or not?” A powerful aura exploded within the room, surging toward everyone like lightning. The masked man spread his hand, and five slender silver needles appeared between his fingers.

“Purple Bamboo!” Silver Wolf cried out in shock, eyes nearly popping out as he stared at the man, swallowing hard.

Purple Bamboo had long since been stripped away. The so-called Purple Bamboo Divine Needles were its core crystal—impurities removed, leaving only the purest essence, forged into silver needles. It sounded simple, but in reality it was extremely difficult. To complete them in one year was already remarkable.

Silver Wolf sucked in a cold breath, nearly pouncing forward. This core crystal of Purple Bamboo was priceless—if outsiders knew of it, they’d fight tooth and nail for it. Even swallowing the crystal could greatly increase one’s strength.

“What, little wolf—thinking of stealing it?” Hua Chou raised his brows and smoothly sidestepped, holding the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles in both hands. “The Divine Needles you wanted are done. But I won’t let anyone who looks down on them off easy. This was my master’s famous work!”

With silver needles, one could heal the world—and with silver needles, one could also kill. From a thousand miles away, not a single soul would survive. That was why the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles were renowned across the continent, and the man who once wielded them was hailed as godlike.

Sadly, who still remembered him now? Even the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles had been forgotten, scorned by these ordinary people.

“Oh? A famous work?” The King of Eastern Capital clasped his hands behind his back, brows raised. “And how do you plan to deal with me—using those Purple Bamboo needles?”

Hua Chou let out a cold laugh. One hand pressed on the needles as his gaze fell on Ling Ruoxi.
“Ruoxi, watch carefully. This is how the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles are used!”

“Five Needles Unite!”

His hands sank. The five Purple Bamboo needles trembled as if answering a call, instantly merging. A sharp purple light burst forth, shooting toward the King of Eastern Capital like a meteor.

An immense pressure erupted, making even the surrounding space tremble.

The King of Eastern Capital’s expression tightened as he retreated rapidly. But he was fast—the needles were faster. The single beam split into five, crisscrossing like lightning as they blasted toward him.

“Kill!”

A childish shout rang out from the needles. In an instant, the five beams transformed into five childlike figures—each identical to Jiang Yu. Even the real Jiang Yu was among them, Slaying Moon Dragon’s Cry slashing forward.

Five identical children—and each wielded a different weapon. Aside from the dagger Slaying Moon Dragon’s Cry, there were a saber, a sword, a spear, and a halberd. Each radiant weapon was enough to make anyone envious.

These five children were the artifact spirits of the Purple Bamboo Divine Needles. Each possessed terrifying strength. Jiang Yu was actually the weakest among them—yet even he could casually kill a Purple Venerable Dou Qi master. Such power was rare across the entire continent.

The King of Eastern Capital’s expression turned grave. A sharp light flashed in his eyes as he pointed forward with both hands. Two sharp curved blades appeared in his grasp, elegant and deadly, not diminishing his handsome bearing in the slightest.

Light flared in his eyes. He flipped into the air, slashing forward. Purple Dou Qi formed a massive circle before him, strange patterns appearing within it as he thrust it ahead.

Boom!

The entire circle blasted forward, shaking the room itself.

Ling Ruoxi inwardly cursed and grabbed the King of Eastern Capital’s arm, sprinting away. The others nearly leapt up and fled as well.

Then the violent force erupted. Two streams of purple Dou Qi collided fiercely, exploding outward from the center.

Boom!

The ground trembled violently. The building ahead collapsed instantly, and trees on both sides snapped in half and fell.

Silver Wolf was covered in dust. He slapped his silver hair and gasped, “Damn it, that was spectacular. The Purple Bamboo Divine Needles can actually go head-to-head with the King of Eastern Capital—no weak thing at all.”

“You’re wrong,” Luo Mingyu said softly, eyes fixed on the figures ahead.

“The King of Eastern Capital may not be able to defeat those five artifact spirits.”

The dust slowly settled. The six figures still stood—but the King of Eastern Capital’s aura was in disarray. He stared at the five boys, brows lifting. His right hand sank as the twin blades merged, transforming into a long, double-edged curved saber.

Buzz!

A fierce killing intent erupted. He kicked off the ground, his fiery-red figure charging forward at several times his previous speed. His blade struck one artifact spirit—but before he could follow up, the spirit vanished.

It could switch between physical form and spiritual energy!

The King of Eastern Capital’s pupils shrank. Killing intent surged behind him. From the corner of his eye, he saw Slaying Moon Dragon’s Cry slashing toward him.

Like a dancing butterfly, he dodged in an instant. Light flashed in his eyes as he kicked Jiang Yu aside and slashed toward the spear.

Buzz!

Before the blade could connect, all five figures vanished at once. The five silver needles fell neatly back into Hua Chou’s hand.

Panting slightly, Hua Chou wiped the sweat from his face and looked at them. “The Purple Bamboo Divine Needles move according to one’s intent. Controlling them requires immense mental strength. Unless you’re on the brink of death, you shouldn’t use them lightly. Take them—this was your father’s. Now I return it to you.”

He took a deep breath, his head spinning, nearly unable to remain standing.