Chapter 798: Old Congee Seller (2/2)

“Steaming Gentle Fragrance, have one, sir, just one coin.” The old daoist put on an enthusiastic smile again as if he wasn’t the one who got beaten earlier.

Feiyun accepted the bowl without looking at the daoist. He took a sip and loved the aroma.

“Go on now.” Ningshuai asked again.

“The eight important paths to Central Royal are taken down. Twenty-three separate coalitions are attacking. The next ten days will be very important so the royal clan is using all of its resources, wanting to have a final stand here.” Feiyun revealed.

This explosive news left Ningshuai’s slack-jawed. The congee in his mouth poured back into the bowl.

The old daoist standing near the stove was also shaken to hear this news. He sighed afterward.

The turtle finally crawled back, panting for breath. It earnestly spoke: “I got it, I finally got it. That hair might be an Abnormality, trust me on this because I’m extremely knowledgeable. Some Abnormalities have this form and they latch onto men’s pants in order to suck their yang energy. Feiyun, take out that hair again, I know just how to make it reveal its true form.”

Feiyun smacked his own forehead. What a ridiculous turtle.

However, it looked so sincere that it probably didn’t know what was going on. Thus, he forgave and didn’t kick it this time.

Suddenly, Ningshuai became dizzy and fell to the ground. The turtle was next.

Feiyun immediately knew something was wrong. He channeled his Buddhist energy and tried to force this strange aroma out of his body.

“Whoosh!” A big iron pot smacked his head from behind, issuing a loud boom.

Feiyun wanted to stand up but another hit struck him. “Boom!”

His eyes turned dark as he fell to the ground. Nonetheless, he still caught the daoist's familiar face.

When he woke up again, he found himself to still be inside the tent. He rubbed his head due to the terrible headache while trying his best to open his eyes.

“Damn geezer, don’t let me catch you because you owe me two hits.”

That old man was no other than the guy who sold Feiyun the ginseng soup and Ye Xiaoxiang the lotus congee.

He then heard miserable screams coming from the gate of the imperial city. A naked man was hung up there while crying.

Many cultivators and guards watched from beneath. This was quite a rare sight so they started laughing and commenting.

Next to the naked man was a turtle swinging back and forth just like a dried piece of meat hanging from the ceiling. It was black from top to bottom with a meaty fragrance. It was clearly roasted not long ago.

Feiyun turned cold, realizing that they got utterly played. Fortunately, the old man didn’t want their lives or they would be dead by now.

It looked like there were still many hidden masters in Jin. He needed to stop underestimating people.

His body turned into a gust sweeping by the gate. Bi Ningshuai and the turtle suddenly disappeared from sight.

A while later near Jin River outside the capital.

Bi Ningshuai wept and wanted to jump into the river to commit suicide, thinking that he had lost all face today.

The turtle wanted to do the same. It jumped into the river several times but couldn’t die so it eventually gave up. It sat down next to a water plant with its head hanging low, no longer having the will to live.

“This is what you get for bullying an old man.” Feiyun laughed at those two.

Unfortunately, he thought about something and touched his spatial stone. “Goddamn you!”

“What?” Ningshuai was in the river now but he heard Feiyun’s yelling.

Curiosity made him swim back and thought that maybe Feiyun would want to jump into the river with him.

“All my spirit stones are gone…” Feiyun actually felt like committing suicide now too.