FRGNM -Chapter 93 Revenge

“Daddy! Mommy! Save Brother Yizhui! Wuuu… save him!”

The moment the barrier was lifted, a bolt of thunder cracked across the sky, illuminating the entire room. The cries echoed relentlessly.

Ling Ruoxi’s heart ached sharply. She didn’t care about the man who had been joking just moments ago. She stepped hard on Luo Mingyu’s thigh, quickly pulled on her clothes, and bolted toward the door.

Luo Mingyu frowned slightly. With the guardians stationed here, nothing should go wrong—but he also quickly dressed and opened the door.

Outside, Yimeng sat crying, clutching the Wyvern in her arms. She pounded on the door and, upon seeing Ling Ruoxi, sobbed even harder. “Mom! Save Brother Yizhui, please save him!”

“Yimeng, don’t cry. Tell Mommy, what happened?” Ling Ruoxi scooped up the child, her eyes glaring daggers at Luo Mingyu. She hurriedly led Yimeng back inside. The girl’s body was ice-cold—she must have been out in the rain for a while, shivering violently.

If it weren’t for the barrier Luo Mingyu had set, she might have heard the child immediately and avoided letting her freeze like this.

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she comforted the child in her arms.

“I don’t know… Brother Yizhui might… might have been controlled by… by something that controls magical beasts. I… I saw it… it was a dragon. He… was killed by the Dean Grandpa, and he said… he wants revenge, to kill Dean Grandpa. He… he’s inside Brother Yizhui’s body. Daddy, I know you’re strong. Please, save Brother Yizhui! Save Dean Grandpa!”

Yimeng tugged at Ling Ruoxi’s clothes, feverish and delirious, pleading desperately.

All of Ling Ruoxi’s defenses shattered instantly. She hugged the child tightly, glaring at the one responsible. “It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t set the barrier, Yimeng wouldn’t have ended up like this!”

“Yes… let me take a look first.” Luo Mingyu placed his hands on Yimeng’s small arms. His purple Dou Qi flowed into her body, dispelling the chill completely. Only then did he pat Ling Ruoxi’s shoulder. “Go back inside first. I need to check on Old Yu.”

Treatment aside, he hadn’t forgotten what Yimeng said—the dragon had controlled Yizhui, and its target was Dean Luo Jiangyu.

“Luo Mingyu, you—” Ling Ruoxi ground her teeth, stomping furiously as she watched him stride off. She checked Yimeng—thankfully, she was okay. Thinking of Yizhui still outside, Ling Ruoxi laid Yimeng on the bed and waited until she fell asleep before leaving in a hurry.

The rain intensified.

Amid the thunder, a hunched figure squatted, rifling through a drawer. “Strange… I could’ve sworn I put it here… ah, here it is…”

Lightning illuminated the room. The raised right hand held a sharp dagger glinting coldly. The figure standing above showed no emotion, ready to strike downward.

At the last moment, the figure below suddenly turned with a box in hand. Yizhui withdrew the dagger, his small fingers gripping Luo Mingyu’s clothes. His large, dark eyes focused on the person before him.

“Hungry? Here, this has been carefully preserved by Grandpa for hundreds of years!” Luo Jiangyu patted the dusty little box, leading Yizhui to the sofa.

“Hundreds of years… can it still be eaten?” Yizhui’s trembling voice sounded almost ghostly. His dark eyes scanned the figure before him. A familiar aura radiated from the box, and his heart skipped a beat.

Luo Jiangyu chuckled, patting Yizhui’s head. “The longer some things are preserved, the better they taste. I think you’ll like this, little one.”

He placed a hand on the box and gently opened it. Thunder boomed outside as a blue glow filled the room, giving it an eerie aura.

Inside the box was not food but a pearl-like object, roughly the size of Yizhui’s fist. The blue sphere shimmered as if alive, radiating a dazzling azure light.

Yizhui froze completely. His tiny fists clenched, tears threatening to spill as he bit his teeth. “You… what are you giving me this for?”

“Little one, eat it. It will help you grow stronger.” Luo Jiangyu smiled gently, offering the box to Yizhui.

Hands trembling, Yizhui took it, staring at the blue pearl. His lips parted, and the glowing orb merged into him. Instantly, the azure light enveloped his body, fusing completely.

Power—an unprecedented surge—flooded his body, like a volcano about to erupt. Dou Qi converged, filling every inch of him.

Clenching his fists, Yizhui glared at the seated figure, a strange smile curling his lips. “Do you know who I am?”

“You arrived here with a gold ingot’s scent. I’m old, but my nose still works. I knew who you were,” Luo Jiangyu said, calm, sipping tea.

“You should also know why I’m here. Since you know who I am, why give me such an important item? Don’t you know that as a dragon, consuming the Dragon Pearl grants its full power?” The dragon inside Yizhui was no longer restrained by the barrier. After waiting for centuries, the moment had finally arrived.

Luo Jiangyu shook his head, setting down the tea. “Your mother was killed by me. Naturally, you’re here for revenge.”

“How do you know I’m her son? What if I’m her vengeful spirit?”

“Would a vengeful spirit talk about consuming a Dragon Pearl to gain its full power? Centuries ago, I discovered this. I hunted a mother dragon—one that was still incubating. Do you know why I beheaded it?”

“To satisfy your own desires, of course. Humans, killing dragons… you must be proud. We dragons are ancient divine beasts, not something humans can slay!” The black eyes glowed red. Yizhui’s emotions shifted.

Luo Jiangyu laughed calmly. “You’re still young. You don’t understand human matters. Had your mother not attacked the town, I wouldn’t have struck her. I regretted it even as I acted. I saw she couldn’t survive, and that she tried to force the Dragon Pearl into you to keep you alive. So I beheaded her and sealed you inside the dragon head using my last Dou Qi. But she never managed to extract the Dragon Pearl, and I’ve kept it until now.”

“Lies! My mother loved me! She sang to me, took me on trips! She would never attack you—it’s you who slaughtered her! Now that I have the Dragon Pearl, I fear you no longer. A century ago, you were a boy. Now you’re a half-dead old man. I could crush you with a single finger! Look at you! I merely called a few hundred magical beasts using dragon energy, and you couldn’t even hurt a single Wyvern. How can you fight me?” Yizhui’s blood-red eyes blazed as he slashed the dagger from his sleeve like lightning.

Luo Jiangyu’s face darkened as he dodged. “So it’s you? You controlled those beasts to attack the academy? Beast! Do you want to repeat your mother’s fate? You almost destroyed the entire academy!”

“Of course I know. I wanted to destroy it! You talk about protecting me—then why didn’t you bury my mother properly, and why did you trap me in a barrier? I hatched because of your cursed barrier!” Yizhui swung his hand. The ghostly blue aura cut like a blade. Veins bulged on his tiny hands, and nails grew visibly fast.

Luo Jiangyu’s face turned blue and purple. “Stop evolving! You’ll harm the child, Yizhui! He’s only six years old! Deal with me if you must, but leave him!”

“Haha, six years old? When I was an egg, just six months old, you sealed me in the barrier. And now I’m in this child’s body, and you’re worried?” Yizhui’s skeletal arm waved casually, and the blue light flared.

Elsewhere in the exhibition hall, a giant dragon skeleton vanished instantly. In Yizhui’s small hands, it became a whip—the weapon his mother had transformed into, a symbol of his love for her.

“Such a pity,” Yizhui said coldly, caressing the whip. “Pity it’s not that little girl. She’s a once-in-ten-thousand-years Emperor Beast Tamer, capable of communicating with all beasts. With her body, I control the entire magical beast world!”

“Emperor Beast Tamer!” Luo Jiangyu’s heart skipped a beat. He dared not think further. If the dragon within Yizhui evolved unchecked, this child would surely die.

Luo Jiangyu’s eyes flickered. “Do you know who first appeared? That aura, you remember, right? Yizhui—the body you now inhabit—is that person’s son. If you don’t want him to crush you, come out now!”

“Oh, now using a kid to pressure me?” Yizhui sneered. He twirled the dragon-bone whip across his neck. “I can enter and exit his body anytime. This body obeys me. You humans, your lives are fragile. One flick of the neck, and goodbye to this world.”

“You!” Luo Jiangyu hadn’t expected the dragon to find such leverage. Yizhui was Luo Mingyu’s child—he couldn’t be harmed. He had to buy time and find a way to alert Luo Mingyu. The little one who had consumed the Dragon Pearl was far from easy to deal with.