Chapter 1149: This Door Is Not Sturdy At All

Bing Wei and Bing Wu trembled at the sight of Xue Shilou, feeling like crying. Although they were both late-stage Soul Transformation cultivators, like Xue Shilou, and could jointly contend against cultivators below the Integration stage, Xue Shilou was a sword cultivator who could rival Integration stage cultivators!

They had heard he could fight early-stage Integration cultivators without being disadvantaged. There were even rumors that he had battled a Demon King without a clear victor but also without sustaining any injuries!

If Xue Shilou were to strike with his sword, they would either die or be severely wounded!

Why was Xue Shilou here, and why was he holding a rake?

Bing Wei and Bing Wu pulled out nails and hammers from their spatial rings and began noisily repairing the door.

As trusted confidants of the Ice Flood Dragon clan leader, they were proficient in everything from murder and arson to mending doors and repairing shoes.

With Xue Shilou supervising their work, they dared not use inferior ordinary wood. Heart aching, they took out a Dragonblood Wood trunk, shaped it, and installed it as a new door.

This was Dragonblood Wood, a top-tier material for refining Soul Transformation-level magic artifacts.

"Teacher Xue, please continue your class. We won't disturb you anymore."

Bing Wei and Bing Wu bowed deeply, bending their necks and backs, and humbly exited the martial arts school.

Leaving the martial arts school and Muxue City, they transformed into flood dragons and flew away at top speed, ignoring the surprised stares of passersby.

The Ice Flood Dragon clan leader coiled on an ice pillar, exuding an intimidating aura without needing to show anger. Within the Ice Flood Dragon clan, he was paramount.

Hearing the report from his two incompetent subordinates, his expression was displeased. "You mean Xue Shilou is teaching that wild child how to use a rake in the martial arts school?"

"It's true, my lord!"

Bing Wei and Bing Wu cried out, repeatedly kowtowing and recounting the terrifying scene. "We had a premonition that if we had left even a step slower, that killing star would have cut us into mincemeat with a single sword stroke!"

The clan leader snorted coldly. "Two terrified cowards! You can't even tell truth from falsehood. Xue Shilou must have gone to Muxue City to observe the sword energy left by that peerless sword cultivator, using the martial arts school as a temporary resting place and teaching the child a few playful moves in his spare time. Do you really believe that wild child is Xue Shilou's disciple?!"

Shi Yi was considered half an Ice Flood Dragon. Having someone other than his trusted confidants eliminate Shi Yi would have a negative impact. "It seems I must do it myself."

The clan leader was not one to procrastinate and immediately set off for Muxue City. As a dignified late-stage Integration cultivator, he had no fear of a "killing star" like Xue Shilou.

The clan leader landed and transformed into human form. He made no attempt to hide his murderous intent; passersby could feel his aura and scattered.

He went straight to the Roaring Tiger Martial Arts School in Muxue City and kicked down its main door. "You, Xue, don't think my two subordinates..."

"Xiao Shi, let your punches flow with your intuition, don't be stiff." Teacher Lu pointed out the flaws in Shi Yi's movements.

Shi Yi was learning diligently, doing whatever Teacher Lu instructed. He felt that practicing the Roaring Tiger Fist was beneficial for awakening his bloodline.

All the students turned their heads to look at the Ice Flood Dragon clan leader. Lu Yang also looked over.

The moment he clearly saw Lu Yang's face, the clan leader felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his body stiff as a puppet on strings.

The Ice Flood Dragon clan was a branch of the Dragon race. He had been fortunate enough to attend the East Sea Old Dragon King's birthday banquet, where he personally witnessed Lu Yang and the ancient ancestor of the Dragon race emerge from a dragon pearl. The ancient ancestor had even thanked Lu Yang for awakening her. He had also heard that Lu Yang was the next sect leader of the Wen Dao Sect, highly esteemed by Heavenly Venerable Guiyuan and Dao Lord Han Hai, and that Dao Lord Han Hai and Ao Ya, the Dragon race's old ancestor, were cultivation partners.

Not to mention, Lu Yang was also the number one prodigy of the current era, with a formidable background.

He couldn't afford to offend him based on any of these points.

"What do you want?" Lu Yang asked with a frown, his class having been interrupted midway.

The clan leader angrily blurted out, "Don't think my two subordinates are reliable! Look at this shoddy door they repaired. It's not sturdy at all; one kick is enough to smash it. It's utterly disgraceful! Luckily, I came to inspect it!"

"Please rest assured, I will definitely make this door exceptionally sturdy!"

As he spoke, the Ice Flood Dragon clan leader pulled out a hammer, nails, and the main trunk of a Ten-Thousand-Year Coiling Dragon Wood from his spatial ring.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Coiling Dragon Wood was one of the Ice Flood Dragon clan's core treasures; any Integration-stage cultivator would covet it, and the clan leader felt a pang of pain as he took it out.

Soon, the martial arts school had a new wooden door installed, and the Ice Flood Dragon clan leader retreated, offering a forced smile.

"I won't disturb your class anymore. Please continue."

After leaving the martial arts school, he transformed into a flood dragon and flew back to the Ice Flood Dragon clan, still feeling lingering fear.

"Father, have you killed that wild child?" The Ice Flood Dragon clan leader's son, a pale-faced youth with unsteady steps and a sinister smile, asked.

He had always coveted Bing Wu's beauty, but she kept him at arm's length; even his father's personal persuasion had been useless.

He presumed she was always thinking of her son.

Now that his father had killed her son and she had no reason to resist, Bing Wu should submit to him.

*Slap!*

The clan leader directly slapped his son. "What 'wild child'? Watch your language! That is the Saint Son secretly nurtured by our clan!"

"Huh?" The son clutched his face, dumbfounded. The clan leader offered no further explanation and hurried to the forbidden area to release Bing Wu, hoping Lu Yang wouldn't hold a grudge against him.

The Ice Flood Dragon clan's greatest dream was to produce a true dragon and join the Dragon Palace. If they truly offended Lu Yang, a single word from him could prevent their clan from ever joining the Dragon Palace.

"Bing Wu, do you want us to bring your son and husband here, or would you prefer to return?"

Bing Wu looked at the clan leader suspiciously. What had happened? The change in his attitude towards her was so drastic that she suspected some conspiracy.

"I'll go back."

When Shi Yi returned home, he saw his father, who had quit drinking, now drowning his sorrows in alcohol and passed out on the table.

He had buried his wife's matter deep in his heart, but talking about the past with his son brought old memories flooding back, forcing him to numb himself with alcohol.

Shi Yi sighed, but at the same time, an endless fighting spirit surged within him.

What if they were the Ice Flood Dragon clan? Even if it cost him his life, he would rescue his mother!

He felt that practicing the Roaring Tiger Fist promoted his bloodline awakening. Although he didn't know why, it surely could be the key to saving his mother!

Suddenly, the front door opened. The north wind howled, and snow poured in, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman standing at the doorway, excitedly wiping away tears.

Hunter Shi's vision blurred, as if he saw the graceful figure he had been separated from for fifteen years. "Bing'er."

Old Man Murong looked at the banner displayed on the table, deep in thought. His younger apprentices claimed to know nothing about it, so he called over Teacher Lu and Teacher Xue.

Pointing at the banner, he asked, "Shi Yi's family sent our martial arts school a banner, saying they thank us for helping their family reunite. Do either of you know why?" The two teachers looked at Old Man Murong blankly and shook their heads in unison.

"Also, our martial arts school got a very sturdy new door. Did either of you arrange for that?" The two teachers still looked at Old Man Murong blankly and shook their heads in unison.

"We didn't arrange for anyone."

Old Man Murong hissed, "Are there really so many good Samaritans in this world?"