Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Feng He Yun and Lu Shi Qing Arrive at Wuqing Stockade

Even counting the time he took to heal in the small village after Shen Sang Ruo injured him, with Feng He Yun’s speed, he should not have arrived at Wuqing Stockade this late, even with Lu Shi Qing on his back.

On the way to Wuqing Stockade, they came across some mushrooms.

The journey was boring. When Feng He Yun saw the mushrooms, he remembered the mushroom soup he drank in the village and really wanted more.

He picked some and made soup for himself.

He did know some mushrooms were poisonous, and he tried to pick ones that looked like the edible ones he remembered.

Even so, he did not dare drink it, so he set his sights on Lu Shi Qing.

This “genius” fed the mushroom soup to Lu Shi Qing and even said with a straight face: “First bite for Junior Brother.”

As expected, Lu Shi Qing foamed at the mouth, convulsed, and almost died on the spot.

Frightened, Feng He Yun threw the soup away while saying it was a good thing he had not drunk it.

Stabilizing Lu Shi Qing’s life cost him a lot of time, which is why they arrived more than a month late.

At the tower, the Old Shaman went through the same routine as before. He came out from the second floor to show off and enjoyed the crowd’s worshipful looks.

But the moment Feng He Yun saw him, he waved Master Ling Xiao’s Personal Disciple token and called out: “Old Shaman Senior, Master Ling Xiao the Immortal sent me to beg you to save my Junior Brother!”

The Old Shaman frowned and deliberately skipped over them.

Feng He Yun thought the Old Shaman had not heard him, so he shouted even louder: “Senior, Senior! We are over here! We are Master Ling Xiao’s Disciples!”

People around them stared in surprise. One of the tower’s rules was no shouting while the Old Shaman chose people.

Were these two really Master Ling Xiao’s Disciples? How could they have so little discipline?

Feng He Yun mistook their looks for envy. He pushed out his chest and called even louder.

The Old Shaman’s frown deepened.

His mood, just put in order, darkened again.

He knew at a glance that the token in Feng He Yun’s hand was real.

He naturally knew Master Ling Xiao, the number one Cultivator in the Cultivation World, and they had some ties.

If the two had approached him in private, he would have helped for Master Ling Xiao’s sake.

But this fool had to make it public and so openly ask him to give them special treatment.

Where would that leave his authority?

It even made Master Ling Xiao lose face. Was this the kind of Disciple taught by the first Cultivator?

The Old Shaman’s eyes grew cold. So what if they were Master Ling Xiao’s Disciples? Inside the Floating Cloud Tower, they had to follow the Floating Cloud Tower’s rules.

Still clueless that he had already disgusted the Old Shaman, Feng He Yun held his token with smug confidence. He thought he had it in the bag.

The Old Shaman scanned the crowd, pointed to the person next to them, and said: “You, come in.”

Feng He Yun’s smile froze.

He blurted out: “Old Shaman, we are Master Ling Xiao’s Disciples! Did you point at the wrong person?”

The Old Shaman lifted his eyelids, said nothing, and walked straight inside.

In all his years at Thunder-Scale Peak, whenever Master Ling Xiao’s name was mentioned, people treated Feng He Yun with respect. He had never been snubbed like this.

His face turned very ugly.

The person the Old Shaman had chosen already disliked Feng He Yun’s attitude. He cupped his hands to Feng He Yun and said: “Thanks for letting me.”

Then he ran into the Floating Cloud Tower at once, not giving Feng He Yun a chance to explode.

That move added fuel to Feng He Yun’s fire.

They had come to the Phantom Mirage Domain on Master Ling Xiao’s orders, yet the Old Shaman treated them like this.

Resentment rose in his eyes, and he muttered under his breath: “What poor taste.”

He decided that when he returned to Thunder-Scale Peak, he would complain to his Master.

He grumbled: “Isn’t he just an Old Shaman? What’s he so proud about?”

But the real problem was that they had lost the chance to enter the Floating Cloud Tower. How were they going to deal with the Gu insect in Lu Shi Qing’s body?

Even though he had scammed Lu Shi Qing before, Lu Shi Qing was still his Junior Brother, and he liked to think they had a good brotherly bond.

How could he watch his Junior Brother die?

He groaned: “Why is nothing going right on this trip?”

He complained on and on: “On the road we finally ran into Shen Sang Ruo, but she still had that same attitude and even beat up her former Senior Brother, which was me. After all kinds of hardships we reached Wuqing Stockade, and that old man still wouldn’t let us into the Floating Cloud Tower. Third Junior Brother, what are we going to do?”

Feng He Yun’s mood hit rock bottom.

He said with a long face: “If you die, then Thunder-Scale Peak will only have four people left. Sigh, what a worry.” His words came out strangely.

Unconscious, Lu Shi Qing moved a finger to show he was still alive.

The crowd in front of the Floating Cloud Tower slowly scattered.

The Old Shaman had already broken precedent and opened the Floating Cloud Tower twice. People figured he would not choose a third person, and they left, disappointed.

Feng He Yun, still carrying Lu Shi Qing, stayed where he was. Stubborn, he refused to leave. He wanted the Old Shaman to give them an answer.

Shen Sang Ruo had left Thunder-Scale Peak. If they still could not save Lu Shi Qing, what would become of Thunder-Scale Peak? He would not allow it to fall apart.

Inside, the Old Shaman solved the chosen person’s problem quickly.

Knowing Feng He Yun and Lu Shi Qing were still outside, he sipped tea and decided to let them stew for a while.

He had to give Master Ling Xiao face. He would not let a Disciple die.

But he would also grind down their arrogance.

He was very good at messing with people’s moods.

He left Feng He Yun standing there with Lu Shi Qing until Feng He Yun slowly lost patience and started cursing. The Old Shaman ignored him the whole time.

Finally, when Feng He Yun was discouraged, thought Lu Shi Qing could not be saved, and his limbs had gone weak, the people of the Floating Cloud Tower came out and invited them in.

Feng He Yun clenched his fists, eyes full of mixed joy and anger, and said: “What did you say? The Old Shaman is willing to let us into the Floating Cloud Tower?!”

The swing from despair to joy hit him hard. His chest felt tight and he coughed again and again.

He sneered: “I thought his rules were so strict. If that’s the case, why didn’t he let us in earlier? In the end, he still had to invite us in.”

One of the tower attendants gave him a side glance.

They still needed help, so Feng He Yun shut his mouth, then swaggered into the Floating Cloud Tower.

The Old Shaman spoke slowly and calmly: “My apologies. I took a short nap earlier and neglected you both.”

Feng He Yun almost laughed from anger. With one sentence, the Old Shaman brushed over the fact that he had made them stand outside for a whole day.

But because he was the one asking for help, he only put on a sour face.

Acting like he did not see the expression, the Old Shaman asked: “What do you seek?”