Chapter 144: The Snow Alliance Leader Is Angry

A few constables also carried away the two gate guards on the ground; after a short while everything returned to calm. Closing the shop door and stepping into the courtyard, Wei Yuning tossed the Dragon Boat Jade Token back into the storage ring Zheng.

"It's really troublesome; I have no idea how long Huayue will take to complete Foundation Establishment," Wei Yuning said, a little worried, "If I'd known, I wouldn't have let Qiuyue eat spirit beast meat!"

Spirit beast meat—especially high‑grade spirit beast meat—contains spiritual energy no worse than the Qingyun Pill, and unlike the Qingyun Pill it also provides other substances the body needs; therefore, each time one consumes high‑grade spirit beast meat, it produces a single transformative effect on the body, the extent of which also depends on the eater's constitution.

The duration of the transformation is uncertain; it may be as short as half a day or last several days.

Since Xing Shuang is a cultivator with a spiritual root, Qiuyue should be no different; he was only focused on eating, so he didn't notice whether Qiuyue had cultivated a spiritual root.

At the distant Ice Snow Island, the Thousand Cold Sect outpost, Xue Duoduo watched the Dragon Boat Jade Token—signifying Wei Yuning's status—light up briefly before vanishing, and cursed angrily: "Shi Li Xiang was about to sell to Beast King City at the crucial moment and suddenly ran out of stock; turns out this damned guy fled to the Black Water Nation to roam. I'll catch you and give you a good beating! No, I must go there immediately before he runs off again!"

"Sister Xue, is this guy that annoying? Want me to beat him up for you too?" asked a black‑faced girl with a twisted braid.

"My sister, forget your punches and kicks; if you cripple him with a kick, who will help me make money?" Xue Duoduo quickly warned.

"It's really boring here! It's snowing and still snowing. Brother goes out without taking me, good sister, can you take me out?" the girl pleaded.

"If your brother agrees, I'll take you away!" Xue Duoduo said with a smile.

The girl immediately wilted, but she couldn't help raising a strangely shaped object, its front resembling an antler while its base was a hollow, ox‑horn shape.

"Brother, may I go out to play with Sister Xue?" she shouted, pointing at the horn's opening.

"The Dragon Chant Horn can only be used once every half‑month, and you're wasting it like that!" Xue Duoduo muttered from the side.

The Dragon Chant Horn allows real‑time communication within a certain range; it is crafted from a dragon horn or a relatively pure sub‑dragon horn, and because a communicating horn must originate from the same dragon or sub‑dragon, it is extremely rare—a genuine treasure.

"Is yours belonging to Miss Xue Duoduo?" a rough male voice called from the other side.

"Yes!"

"If it's Sister Xue's, no problem! Hey, is Sister Xue over there?" the man asked.

Hearing this, Xue Duoduo quickly gestured to the girl.

"She isn't here!" the girl lied.

"Hey sister, when you go out with Sister Xue, be sure to tell me what she likes!" the man's voice grew lecherous.

"Sister Xue likes money and spirit stones; everyone knows that, why check?" the girl answered without hesitation.

Xue Duoduo, hearing this from the side, felt veins pop on his forehead; if he hadn't held back for fear of being overheard, he almost would have struck someone. Why are children's innocent words so terrible?

"……" The other side fell silent.

"Brother, brother, are you still there?" the girl asked.

"I'm here, you... keep an eye out for any man approaching Sister Xue; if... Sister Xue is more gentle toward that person, note it and tell me later!" the man said.

"Sister Xue is gentle to men? Brother, have you lost your mind? When has Sister Xue ever been gentle to a man?" the girl blurted.

Xue Duoduo covered his forehead with his hand, trying hard to suppress his raging emotions.

"... just tell me what Sister Xue likes to eat!" the man said.

"Alright, that's no problem!"

The two ended the call.

"Sister, your complexion looks off; want to rest a bit first?" the girl asked concernedly.

Xue Duoduo glared at the girl fiercely, saying, "I'm in a bad mood; only making money can cheer me up. Let's go, depart immediately for the Black Water Nation!"

Done, Xue Duoduo left first.

The girl ran to keep up, muttering, "I'm right, aren't I? Sister Xue's favorite thing is money!"

Gemstone City, Immortal Medicine Pavilion, courtyard Zheng.

A night passed, and the sun peeked out after the spring month, marking a new beginning.

After a night of effort, Xing Shuang entered a deep cultivation state, the most critical moment of Foundation Establishment.

Each sect's Foundation Establishment method has its own unique aspects, and each individual's experience differs; someone like Wei Yuning, whose Foundation Establishment is as easy as drinking water, is still extremely rare.

Qiuyue remained asleep, showing no sign of waking.

Wei Yuning could not leave; he could only continue idly dazing in the courtyard.

Jun Mo had appeared only briefly last time before disappearing. Wei Yuning was constantly waiting for her return. But now, he actually hoped she wouldn't come, at least until the two sisters returned to normal.

"Dede..." Crisp horse‑hoof sounds rang on the street, then stopped at the Lingpu gate.

"Dong dong dong," the knocking sounded.

"Uncle Long, I'm here to see you, open the door quickly!" a young man's voice called.

Wei Yuning furrowed his brows, uncertain whether to open the door.

"Dong dong dong," the knocking grew louder.

"Uncle Long, Uncle Long, aren't you awake? Huayue, are you here? Open the door, I'm Wen Songming!" the young man's voice grew louder.

"Creak"—the shop door opened half‑way; Wei Yuning stuck his head out, angrily saying, "Speak up!"

Wen Songming was a refined young master, dressed in a gold‑colored fitted robe, a jade flute hanging at his waist, giving him a jade‑like gentlemanly aura; compared with the ethereal, dashing aura of Wei Yuning, each had their own merits, neither outshone.

Behind him followed two middle‑aged cultivators in sturdy attire; one exuded a flowing rhythm and a fresh scent, though his spiritual power was not dense—likely a Foundation Establishment cultivator—while the other was even weaker, also a cultivator but without Foundation Establishment.

Wei Yuning couldn't help glancing at Wen Songming again; a black dragon emblem embroidered above the chest of his robe made Wei instantly realize this fellow was likely connected to the royal family of the Black Water Nation.

"Who are you?" Wei Yuning's sudden appearance startled Wen Songming.

"Don't worry about where I'm from; you'd better be quiet—Huayue is cultivating and must not be disturbed!" Wei Yuning said.

"Uncle Long, are you there?" Wen Songming peeked inside.

"Not here!" Wei Yuning replied coldly.

"Then is Qiuyue there?" Wen Songming continued.

"... she's sleeping!" Wei Yuning's mood collapsed; the question about Xing Dong from last night was asked again.

Seeing Wei Yuning blocking the entrance, Wen Songming's suspicion flared: "Young master, may I go in and take a look? I promise not to disturb Huayue's cultivation!"

"No, you may only stay outside!" Wei Yuning began losing patience.

At that moment, the Foundation Establishment cultivator behind Wen Songming hurriedly said, "Young master, the back‑yard spiritual energy fluctuations are huge; Huayue may be in the midst of Foundation Establishment and must be stopped immediately!"

"What's the situation?" Wei Yuning's mind couldn't wrap around it for a moment.