Chapter 1167: Chapter 1166: This Door is Not Sturdy at All

Bing Wei and Bing Wu’s legs trembled at the sight of Xue Shilou, and they almost broke into tears.

Although they were both at the Spirit Transformation Late Stage like Xue Shilou, and together they could walk unhindered below the Body Integration Realm, Xue Shilou was a Sword Cultivator who could match those in the Body Integration Realm!

It was said that he could fight evenly with cultivators at the Early Integration Stage and even rumors persisted that he had clashed with the Demon King and, although neither had emerged victorious, he had remained uninjured!

If Xue Shilou struck with one sword, they would not die but would be gravely wounded!

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

Bing Wei and Bing Wu took out nails and hammers from their Storage Rings and began fix the door, making clanking sounds.

As trusted followers of the Ice Flood Dragon Clan Leader, they were skilled at everything from murder and arson to mending doors and fixing shoes.

Under Xue Shilou’s supervision, they didn’t dare use regular wood and instead, heartachingly took out the Dragon Blood Wood and fashioned it into a new door.

This was Dragon Blood Wood, top-grade material for creating magic artifacts at the Spirit Transformation Level.

"Teacher Xue, please continue your lesson, we won’t disturb you anymore."

Bing Wei and Bing Wu bowed and shuffled out of the Martial Arts Hall with their heads lowered and backs bent.

After leaving the Martial Arts Hall and Muxue City, without regard for the astonished expressions of the passersby, they transformed into Flood Dragons and fled at full speed.

...

The Clan Leader of the Ice Flood Dragon Clan sat on an ice pillar, commanding and intimidating by his very presence. In the Ice Flood Dragon Clan, he was the supreme.

Hearing the report from these two good-for-nothings, the Clan Leader frowned with displeasure, "Are you suggesting that Xue Shilou was teaching that bastard child how to use a rake in the Martial Arts Hall?"

"It’s true, my lord!"

Bing Wei and Bing Wu lamented tearfully, continuously kowtowing and recounting the terrifying scene: "We had a feeling that if we lingered any longer, we would be minced by that executioner’s sword!"

The Clan Leader snorted coldly, "You two cowards, frightened out of your wits, can’t even discern fact from fiction. It must be that Xue Shilou has gone to Muxue City to observe the residual Sword Qi left by that peerless Sword Cultivator and incidentally used the Martial Arts Hall as a temporary base, merely teaching the child a few tricks in his spare time."

"Did you actually believe that mongrel was Xue Shilou’s disciple?"

Shi Yi was somehow related to the Ice Flood Dragon Clan; having someone other than his trusted followers handle exterminating Shi Yi would not look good.

"It will have to be me who takes action."

The Clan Leader was not one to procrastinate; he immediately set out for Muxue City.

As a majestic Integration Late Stage Cultivator, he feared no murderous stars like Xue Shilou.

He landed and transformed into human form, not even bothering to conceal his killing intent, which was palpable to anyone passing by, prompting them to steer clear.

He strode straight to the Tiger Roar Martial Arts Hall in Muxue City and kicked the door to splinters.

"Xue, don’t think that just because my two subordinates..."

"Little Shi, you must follow your instincts when you punch, don’t be stiff." Teacher Lu pointed out the shortcomings in Shi Yi’s techniques.

Shi Yi studied diligently, doing everything Teacher Lu said, feeling that learning Tiger Roar Fist helped him awaken his Bloodline.

The students all turned their heads to look at the Ice Flood Dragon Clan Leader.

Lu Yang looked over as well.

The moment the Clan Leader got a clear look at Lu Yang, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice-cold abyss, his body stiffening like a marionette.

The Ice Flood Dragon Clan was a branch of the Dragon Clan. He had the fortune to attend the great birthday celebration of the East Sea Old Dragon King where he saw Lu Yang and the Dragon Clan Ancient Ancestor emerge from the Dragon Ball; the Dragon Clan Ancestor even thanked Lu Yang for awakening her.

He had also heard that Lu Yang was the next Sect Leader of the Seek Dao Sect, held in high regard by Celestial Master Guiyuan and Vast Sea Daoist Lord, who was a Dao-companion to the Ancient Ancestor of the Dragon Clan, Ao Ya.

Not to mention, Lu Yang was the number one Genius of his era, with an exceptionally powerful background.

Each of these was not someone he could afford to provoke.

"What are you doing?" Lu Yang frowned, his lesson having been interrupted halfway through.

The Clan Leader said furiously, "Don’t think my two subordinates are reliable in their tasks. Just look at this shoddy door they’ve repaired, it’s not at all sturdy, and it could be kicked down in one blow. This is truly an embarrassment to the extreme, thank goodness I came over to inspect!"

"Rest assured, I will definitely repair this door solidly!"

While speaking, the Ice Flood Dragon Clan Leader took out a hammer, nails, and the main trunk of the Ten-thousand-year-old Coiled Dragon Wood from his Storage Ring.

The Ten-thousand-year-old Coiled Dragon Wood is one of the Ice Flood Dragon Clan’s foundations. Any cultivator in the Body Integration Realm would covet it, and every time the Clan Leader used it, it pained him deeply.

Soon, the Martial Arts Hall had a new wooden door installed, and the Ice Flood Dragon Clan Leader left with a forced smile, retreating backward.

"I won’t disturb your class any longer, please continue," he said.

As soon as he left the Martial Arts Hall, he transformed into a Flood Dragon and flew back to the Ice Flood Dragon Clan, still shaken by his experience.

"Father, have you killed that bastard?" asked the pale-faced young son of the Ice Flood Dragon Clan Leader, his steps unsteady and his smile giving off a sinister vibe.

He had always coveted Bing Wu’s beauty, but alas, Bing Wu rejected him outright, even when his father personally tried to persuade her.

He probably had his son on her mind all along.

Now that his father had killed her son, cutting off her lingering thoughts, Bing Wu should turn to him.

Slap—

The Clan Leader slapped his son right across the face, "What bastard? Mind your language, that’s the Saint Heir our clan has been secretly cultivating!"

"Ah?" His son clutched his face, stunned.

The Clan Leader did not explain further but quickly went to the forbidden area to release Bing Wu, hoping that Lu Yang wouldn’t hold a grudge against him.

The biggest dream of their Ice Flood Dragon Clan was to give birth to a True Dragon and join the Dragon Palace. If they truly offended Lu Yang, a single word from him could prevent their Ice Flood Dragon Clan from ever joining the Dragon Palace.

"Bing Wu, do you see if we should bring your son and husband over, or would you rather go back?"

Bing Wu looked at the Clan Leader suspiciously, wondering what had happened. The change in his attitude toward her was so drastic it made her fear a conspiracy or trick.

"I’ll go back."

...

When Shi Yi returned home, he saw his father, who had already quit drinking, drown his sorrows with alcohol and pass out on the table.

He had buried the issues with his wife deep in his heart, but retelling the past to his son brought all those memories flooding back, and only alcohol could numb his pain.

Shi Yi sighed, while at the same time, an endless fighting spirit rose in his heart.

What about the Ice Flood Dragon Clan? Even if it cost him his life, he would rescue his mother!

He felt that practicing the Tiger Roar Fist could stimulate his Bloodline to awaken. Although he didn’t know why, it must become the key to rescuing his mother!

Suddenly, the door to their home opened, and the north wind howled, snow blowing backward into the house as a stunningly beautiful woman stood at the doorway, covering her tears with excitement.

The hunter Shi Yi’s vision blurred as if he saw the silhouette that had been absent for fifteen years.

"Bing’er."

...

Mr. Murong looked at the silk banner laid out on the table, deep in thought. His junior disciples claimed they knew nothing, so he summoned Teacher Lu and Teacher Xue.

Pointing to the banner, he asked, "The Shi Yiyi family sent this silk banner to our Martial Arts Hall, saying they’re grateful that we helped reunite their family. Do you know why?"

Both teachers looked blankly at Mr. Murong, shaking their heads in unison.

"Then, about the replacement of our hall’s sturdy door, was it you who arranged for someone to do this?"

Again, both teachers looked blankly at Mr. Murong, shaking their heads in unison.

"We didn’t arrange for anyone."

Mr. Murong hissed, wondering if there really were so many kindhearted people in the world.