20: Two-day appointment

"However..." Bai Lengchan changed the subject, a hint of elusive depth flashing in those icy eyes,

"Under my seat, there happens to be a Personal Disciple who has also reached the threshold of Foundation Establishment.

If you can provide an... eight revolutions quality foundation establishment pill to help them achieve a High Grade Dao foundation, I will take charge and grant you a stalk of heavenly vein ganoderma."

An eight revolutions foundation establishment pill!

Lin Qingxue gasped upon hearing this! A seventh-turn was already a rare treasure, but an eight revolutions... that was almost legendary!

Martial Aunt Bai's condition was clearly intended to make Senior Brother back down!

Bai Lengchan did indeed think so. This Yao Delong was a decrepit old man whose Lifespan was nearing its end.

Being able to obtain a seventh-turn foundation establishment pill would already be a stroke of immense luck; an eight revolutions?

It was simply a pipe dream! She threw out this impossible task,

precisely to completely dispel this old man's unrealistic delusions.

[Ding! Target Bai Lengchan's favorability +5 (25). Reason: Thinks your overconfident appearance is somewhat amusing, slightly playful.]

However, just as Lin Qingxue was prepared to decline on behalf of her Senior Brother, and Bai Lengchan was ready to see them out—

"It's a deal!"

A decisive voice rang out!

Yao Delong lifted his withered face, an astonishing radiance erupting from his cloudy eyes as he looked directly into Bai Lengchan's deep, icy eyes;

"Please have the heavenly vein ganoderma ready, Peak Master! In two days, this Disciple will personally present the eight revolutions foundation establishment pill!"

Silence!

At the entrance of the herb garden, even the air seemed to freeze!

Lin Qingxue's mouth hung slightly open, her beautiful eyes wide as she looked at Yao Delong in disbelief! Had Senior Brother gone mad?

An eight revolutions foundation establishment pill? Where would he get one? Could it be that Revered Master gave him such a divine object before leaving?

On Bai Lengchan's eternally frozen, exquisite face, a visible ripple appeared for the first time!

Astonishment and deep suspicion flashed in the depths of her eyes!

She re-examined the weak-breathed old man before her as if meeting him for the first time.

"Are you... certain?" Bai Lengchan's voice remained cold, but that certain mockery had already vanished.

"This Disciple is certain!" Yao Delong's tone was resonant.

"...Fine!" Bai Lengchan gave him a deep look. "I shall wait and see!"

Leaving Spirit Plant Peak, Lin Qingxue flew on her sword with Yao Delong, her mind unable to settle for a long time.

"Senior Brother! Do you... do you really have an eight revolutions foundation establishment pill?"

She couldn't help but ask, her voice filled with urgency and worry, "That's..."

"Rest assured, Junior Sister," Yao Delong interrupted her, powerful confidence flickering in his eyes.

"I have my ways. But for now, I need you to do me another favor and go to Spirit Forging Peak; I need a good Pill Furnace."

Looking at his confident manner, although Lin Qingxue was full of suspicion, she ultimately didn't press further and simply nodded:

"Alright!"

Spirit Forging Peak, Treasure Hall.

This peak was famous for Artifact Refining; the halls were magnificent, emitting a dense Aura of fire and the sharp intent of metal.

Many Disciples came and went, most with fierce Auras and the characteristic toughness of an Artifact Refiner.

When Lin Qingxue, the famous icy beauty of Luoxia Peak,

walked in supporting the thin, hunched, and decrepit Yao Delong, they immediately attracted countless gazes!

Shock! Curiosity! And even more... jealousy!

With her flowery beauty and cold temperament, Lin Qingxue was the dream girl of countless Disciples in the Yin Yang Sect.

At this moment, she was actually supporting an old man on the verge of death so "intimately"?

And this old man was the famously useless Senior Brother of Luoxia Peak?

"Look! Isn't that Junior Sister Lin from Luoxia Peak? Why... why is she supporting that old trash Yao Delong?"

"My god! What right does this old thing have?!"

"An ice lotus stuck in cow dung... no, stuck in a piece of dead wood!"

"This Yao Delong is really lucky to have such a beautiful Junior Sister..."

"Shh! Keep it down, she's the sweetheart of Wu Feng, the Senior Brother of Spirit Forging Peak..."

Though the discussions were low, they clearly reached the ears of the two.

Lin Qingxue's face turned slightly cold, but she did not let go of Yao Delong's arm.

Yao Delong's expression remained calm, as if those harsh words had nothing to do with him.

However, a tall and burly figure with a resolute face, wearing the crimson-gold robe of a Spirit Forging Peak Core Disciple,

blocked their path with a powerful Aura (Early Golden Core Stage). It was none other than the Senior Brother of Spirit Forging Peak, Wu Feng!

Wu Feng's gaze first swept greedily and fervently over Lin Qingxue's exquisitely beautiful face,

then landed on her supporting Yao Delong's thin arm, and his eyes instantly became incredibly gloomy!

Finally, his gaze, which looked like he was viewing trash, fell upon Yao Delong.

"Heh! I wondered who it was? So it's 'Senior Brother' Yao of Luoxia Peak!"

Wu Feng's voice was loud, carrying unconcealed sarcasm and thick hostility.

"What? Your Lifespan is ending, so instead of lying down on Luoxia Peak to wait for death, you've come to my Spirit Forging Peak to soak up some Yang Qi? Or perhaps..."

His unfriendly gaze circled Lin Qingxue, his tone becoming even more biting,

"...you want to rely on Junior Sister Qingxue to come to my Spirit Forging Peak and run a scam?

With your old arms and legs, if you happen to get bumped and try to extort our Spirit Forging Peak, it wouldn't sound good for our reputation!"

"Wu Feng! Shut up!" Lin Qingxue's face was full of anger as she shielded Yao Delong behind her, her cold eyes staring straight at Wu Feng,

"My Senior Brother and I are here on business; it is not your place to speak so insolently! Move aside immediately!"

"Junior Sister Qingxue, I'm doing this for your own good!" Seeing Lin Qingxue defend Yao Delong so fiercely, Wu Feng burned with jealousy,

"What can this old thing do besides drag you down? You protect him so much, could it be that you truly..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

The surrounding Disciples immediately burst into laughter, their gazes toward Yao Delong filled with disdain and schadenfreude.

Just then, Yao Delong gently patted the back of Lin Qingxue's hand that was shielding him, signaling her to stay calm.

He ignored the aggressively blocking Wu Feng in front of him;

he didn't even lift an eyelid, as if the person standing before him was just a clump of air.

He walked straight past Wu Feng, his steps unsteady but his goal clear as he approached a middle-aged Deacon in charge of reception nearby, his voice calm and rippleless;

"Deacon, if you please. This old man would like to see your hall's alchemy furnaces; I require the Top Grade Spiritual Artifact level."

This scene caused the entire noisy Treasure Hall to instantly fall silent!

Countless gazes, like spotlights, fixed intently on Yao Delong!

He... he actually completely ignored the Senior Brother of Spirit Forging Peak, Wu Feng?!

The muscles on Wu Feng's face twitched violently! An unprecedented sense of humiliation rushed straight to the top of his head!

He, a dignified Golden Core Stage Genius and the Senior Brother of Spirit Forging Peak, was actually publicly ignored by an old Qi Refinement Stage waste?!

This was a hundred times more embarrassing than being cursed to his face!

"Old thing! You're looking for death!"

The Golden Core Aura around Wu Feng's body erupted with a bang,

his crimson spiritual power rising like flames, a terrifying pressure instantly enveloping the entire hall!

His fists were clenched tight, his knuckles white, and killing intent was laid bare in his eyes!

"Wu Feng! If you dare touch a single hair on my Senior Brother, I, Lin Qingxue, will fight you to the death!"

Lin Qingxue shouted sternly, the ice soul sword instantly appearing in her hand, its piercing cold air standing in opposition to Wu Feng's fierce fire!

At this tense moment, the middle-aged Deacon who had been watching coldly finally spoke; his voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority;

"Wu Feng! Niece Lin! This is the Treasure Hall, and fighting is forbidden! If you want to fight, go to the Life and Death Stage!"

Wu Feng looked at the Deacon's cold eyes, then at Lin Qingxue's resolute posture,

and forcibly suppressed his overwhelming rage and killing intent, but the look he gave Yao Delong was already as if he were looking at a dead man!