Chapter 1084: Huang Yang Mother and Son

Three days later.

Inside the formation, Huang Yang and his mother's pupils turned red, their eyes becoming even redder; they glanced at each other and gave a helpless smile.

Their smiles were forced; they opened their mouths but could not speak, really not knowing what to say.

The guards nearby all stood, heads lowered, listless.

Mother, we failed to break the formation; this formation is truly strange, different from the formations we studied before, it really… is different; I don't know who set up this formation.

Illusion formations, killing formations, trapping formations, and other formations—I can't see through them, can't discern the key; they used the surrounding peaks to set up the formation, merging with the peaks, like a natural formation.

Mother, it seems we two wanting to leave this formation is not likely.

It's not that Huang Yang is discouraged; it's the fact.

Wanting to leave is not likely.

Luo Feifei naturally understood; she gritted her teeth and said, 'Son, we can't just give up like this; we still have hope—it's just a formation; we can't solve it, but we can…'

She leaned close to Huang Yang's ear, explaining her plan: since we can't start from the formation, we'll start from a person.

Huang Yan is surely watching them; Luo Feifei knows Huang Yan wants to kill them—this is their chance: lure Huang Yan out, capture him, and they can leave the formation; perhaps this place could become the Huang Family's territory in the future, and if they control this place, the mother and son's foundation will be established.

It's a matter of great importance, requiring risk; Huang Yang frowned and said, 'Mother, things aren't that easy; Huang Yan isn't a fool, nor is the person behind him; they won't…'

Luo Feifei sent a mental transmission: 'Son, Huang Yan wants to reclaim the Flame Yang Bone; he must come to cause you trouble.'

'We can't stay any longer; if we continue, once our true qi is exhausted, Mother only has a few pills left—enough to last about seven days at most.'

'If we don't act, we might really perish here.'

'We must speed up; we can't wait.'

Their true qi consumption sped up; the surrounding mist would not disperse and could not be driven away.

They tried some methods, but those only consumed their own true qi—more loss than gain.

Those guards also reached their limit; mentally they could no longer endure—any slight stimulus might cause them to explode.

By then, they'd be killing each other; we must find them some hope.

'They can't wait any longer, son—you and I have no time.'

Luo Feifei urged, she had no choice.

Huang Yang nodded helplessly: 'Mother, I can go do it, but I can't guarantee success.'

'Son, whether it succeeds or not, we must give it a try.'

'Alright.'

Huang Yang composed himself, walked a few meters forward, raised his head, and shouted into the deep mist: 'Huang Yan, come out; if you don't come out, the Flame Yang Bone will be destroyed along with me.'

'Before I die, I will choose self‑destruction; then you'll get nothing.'

The sound was loud, spreading throughout the formation.

On Longshe Shan, hearing this, Huang Yan fixed his gaze tightly on Huang Yang's body; the mist enveloped him but could not envelop them.

Standing on Longshe Shan, everything was clear; the situation below was obvious at a glance.

Qinglong Daoren smiled slightly: 'They're anxious, out of ideas, trying to lure you into the formation this way, then capture you, so they can use you to leave the formation—not a bad idea.'

Xinran Zhanglao rarely praised: 'They have brains, just not much.'

'Hahaha.' Qinglong Daoren laughed loudly: 'Indeed, they don't have much brains.'

'Probably that woman's doing; she thinks this can control us; the Flame Yang Bone is important, but not absolutely necessary.'

'Huang Yan, do you want to take back your Flame Yang Bone?'

Huang Yan smiled: 'Being able to retrieve it, I naturally want to; Master, after all it's my bone—even if I can't use it, I can't give it to them.'

His belongings, he can give to whomever he wants, but if you try to seize them by force, you'll get nothing.

'Then you can go; their strength is at most one in ten, relying on pills to sustain true qi, they can't last long.'

'Pills aren't omnipotent; their bodies and minds are at the limit—you only need to move a little, kill one person, and they'll throw the formation into chaos.'

Huang Yan shook his head: 'Forget it; I don't want to be caught by them—otherwise it'll be troublesome.'

He's no fool; at a glance he saw through Huang Yang's plan—nothing more than luring him in.

A mere Flame Yang Bone isn't worth his risk.

If he hadn't returned to the path of cultivation, he might spare no effort to reclaim the Flame Yang Bone; but now he doesn't need to.

Of course, if given to him, he'd certainly want it.

'Master, do you want to see me make a fool of myself?'

Qinglong Daoren hastily waved his hands, saying insincerely: 'No, how could I be that kind of person?'

'I just want to see you being stepped on by them.'

'Hahaha.' Xinran Zhanglao couldn't hold back, laughing loudly.

'I also want to see that scene.'

Huang Yan: '……'

Truly a good master.

These two both hate to see him embarrassed.

He refuses to go, not giving them that chance, and won't fall for the trick.

Qinglong Daoren glanced at Huang Yang inside the formation and said: 'This kid is good at hiding; although his true qi seems greatly consumed, actually his strength hasn't diminished much.'

'He's much stronger than his mother in every way; no wonder you lost to him.'

Huang Yan objected: 'Master, that's because they used dirty tricks; in a fair fight, I'm not afraid of him.'

As for his younger brother Huang Yang, Huang Yan never thought him strong; in a direct confrontation, Huang Yan doesn't think he'd lose to him.

'Not necessarily; this kid excels at hiding, he's never used his full strength; even if you recovered to your peak, you might not be his match.' Qinglong Daoren isn't belittling Huang Yan—it's simply the fact.

Xinran Zhanglao sensed a bit and said: 'What Qinglong Daoren said is correct; this kid appears to have only the third level of True Person Realm cultivation, but in reality his cultivation far exceeds that.'

Based on my observations these past few days, at least it is the True Person Realm seventh heaven.

"What?" Huang Yan was shocked.

His pupils widened, staring at Qinglong Daoren and Xinran Zhanglao, confirming they were not joking.

"Master, is Huang Yang really a True Person Realm seventh heaven?"

Not bad, the cultivation of a True Person Realm seventh heaven; his strength may surpass the seventh heaven.

Qinglong Daoren glanced at Huang Yan and sneered, "You are indeed not his match."

These words, kill the person, destroy the heart.

Huang Yan fell silent.