Chapter 1172

Bingwei Bingwu saw Snow Ten Tower and both legs trembled, their hearts crying out. Although they and Snow Ten Tower were both late-stage Soul Transformation cultivators, and together they could roam freely below the Unity Stage, Snow Ten Tower was a sword cultivator who could match the Unity Stage!

I heard he fights early-stage Unity Stage cultivators without losing ground, and there are even rumors he fought a demon king without winning or losing, yet remained unharmed!

If Snow Ten Tower struck with a sword, even if they didn't die, they'd be severely wounded!

Why is Snow Ten Tower here, and why is he holding a rake?

Bingwei Bingwu took out nails and hammers from their storage rings, clanging as they repaired the door.

As trusted aides of the Ice Flood Dragon clan chief, they were skilled in everything from killing and arson to repairing doors and mending shoes.

Snow Ten Tower supervised their work; they dared not use ordinary wood as filler, heartbrokenly hauling out dragon blood wood trunks, shaping them into doors and installing them.

This is dragon blood wood, a top-tier material for refining Soul Transformation-level treasures.

"Snow Teacher, please continue your lesson; we won't disturb you."

Bingwei Bingwu bent their necks, bowed their waists, and retreated from the martial arts hall in a lowly manner.

The two left the martial arts hall and left Moxue City, ignoring the astonished looks of passersby, transforming into flood dragons and flying away with legs stretched.

The Ice Flood Dragon clan chief coiled on an ice pillar, radiating anger without effort; in the Ice Flood Dragon clan, he was heaven.

Hearing these two useless subordinates report, his expression displeased: "You mean Snow Ten Tower is teaching that wild bastard to use a rake in the martial arts hall?"

"It's true, my lord!"

Bingwei Bingwu wailed to heaven and earth, kowtowing endlessly while describing the terrifying scene: "We had a premonition—if we had moved a step slower, that killing star would have chopped us into minced meat with one sword!"

The clan chief snorted coldly: "Two cowards scared out of their wits, unable to distinguish right from wrong—clearly Snow Ten Tower went to Moxue City to observe that peerless sword cultivator's sword aura, using the martial arts hall as a resting point, and in his spare time taught the children a few moves just for fun."

"You really think that wild bastard is Snow Ten Tower's disciple?"

Shi Yi is half an Ice Flood Dragon clan member; having outsiders kill Shi Yi would reflect poorly on the trusted aides.

"Then I must act personally."

The clan chief is no one to dilly-dally; he immediately set out for Moxue City. As a late-stage Unity Stage cultivator, he fears nothing—not even the killing star Snow Ten Tower.

The clan chief landed, taking human form, his killing intent undisguised; passersby felt his aura and made way.

He strode straight to the Huxiao Martial Arts Hall in Moxue City, kicked the gate to pieces, and said: "Surname Snow, don't think my two subordinates..."

"Shi Yi, punch following your feeling, don't stiffen your movements." Land Teacher pointed out Shi Yi's shortcomings.

Shi Yi studied hard, doing whatever Land Teacher said; he felt practicing Huxiao Fist helped awaken his bloodline and was beneficial.

The students all turned to look at the Ice Flood Dragon clan chief. Land Yang also looked over.

Upon seeing Land Yang's appearance clearly, the clan chief felt as if fallen into an ice cellar, his body stiffening like a marionette.

The Ice Flood Dragon clan is a branch of the dragon race; he had the fortune to attend the East Sea Old Dragon King's grand birthday, where he personally saw Land Yang and the dragon race's ancient ancestor emerge from the dragon pearl, the ancient ancestor thanking Land Yang for awakening her.

He also heard Land Yang was the next sect master of the Wen Dao Sect, highly valued by Guiyuan Tianzun and Hanhai Dao Jun, and that Hanhai Dao Jun and the dragon race's ancient ancestor Ao Ya were dao partners.

Moreover, Land Yang is the current generation's number one heaven's pride, with a powerful background.

None of these are things I can provoke.

"What do you want?" Land Yang frowned and asked, interrupted mid-lesson.

The clan chief spoke angrily: "Don't think my two subordinates are reliable—look at this shoddy door they repaired, it's not sturdy at all, one kick and it breaks, truly embarrassing, fortunately I came to inspect!"

"Rest assured, I will definitely make this door solid and sturdy!"

The clan chief spoke while taking out hammers, nails, and the main trunk of ten-thousand-year coiling dragon wood from his storage ring.

Ten-thousand-year coiling dragon wood is one of the Ice Flood Dragon clan's foundations; any Unity Stage cultivator who sees it covets it, and the clan chief feels pain taking it out.

Soon the martial arts hall had a new wooden door installed; the clan chief smiled apologetically and retreated backward.

"I won't disturb your class; please continue."

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

"Father, did you kill that wild bastard?" The Ice Flood Dragon clan chief's son was a pale-faced youth with unsteady steps; when he smiled, he gave off a gloomy feeling.

He had long coveted Bingwu's beauty, but Bingwu rejected him from afar, and even the father's personal persuasion was useless.

Surely he has always missed his son in his heart.

This time, the father killed her son, cutting off the longing, and Bingwu should submit to him.

Pa—

The clan chief directly slapped his son: "What wild bastard? Watch your words—that is my clan's secretly cultivated holy son!"

"Ah?" The son covered his face, dazed. The clan chief offered no further explanation, hurriedly went to the forbidden zone to release Bingwu, hoping Land Yang wouldn't hold a grudge.

The Ice Flood Dragon clan's greatest dream is to produce a true dragon, join the Dragon Palace; if they provoke Land Yang, a single sentence could forever bar them from joining the Dragon Palace.

"Bingwu, do you want us to bring your son and husband over, or will you return?"

Bingwu eyed the clan chief suspiciously; something had happened, and his attitude shift was so great she thought there was a conspiracy here.

"I will return."..

When Shi Yi returned home, he saw his already sober father borrowing alcohol to drown sorrow, slumped over the table, already drunk into insensibility.

Originally having buried his wife's matter deep in his heart, but when he spoke of the past with his son, memories surged, and he could only numb himself with alcohol.

Shi Yi sighed, while endless fighting spirit rose in his heart.

What of the Ice Flood Dragon clan? Even if he risked his life, he must save his mother!

He felt practicing Huxiao Fist promoted bloodline awakening; though he didn't know why, it could certainly become the opportunity to save his mother!

Suddenly the front door opened, the north wind howled, snow poured backward, and a stunning woman stood at the door, excitedly covering her tears.

The hunter's eyes blurred, as if seeing that graceful figure from fifteen years ago: "Ice child."

Magistrate Mu looked at the banner on the table, fell into thought; several young disciples said they knew nothing, so he called Land Teacher and Snow Teacher.

He pointed at the banner and asked: "The Shi Yi family gave our martial arts hall this banner, saying thanks for helping their family reunite—do you know why?" The two teachers looked blankly at Magistrate Mu, shaking their heads in unison.

"Did you guys have someone come to replace the door at our martial arts hall with a sturdier one?" The two teachers still looked blankly at Murong Daya, shaking their heads in unison.

"We didn't call anyone."

Murong Dage let out a hiss, are there really so many kind-hearted people in this world?

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