Chapter 1095: Flame Yang Bone Backlash

Xinran Zhanglao and Qinglong Daoren gradually turned into demons, constantly tempting Huang Yan, making him strike at his own father and younger brother.

Qinglong Daoren glanced at Xinran Zhanglao; Xinran Zhanglao understood and gave him a smile.

Everything was left unsaid.

Huang Yan's mind was in turmoil, or rather, staring at his father's silhouette, he became completely confused.

He could hear all the conversations inside the formation, could fully know what his father was thinking; it was nothing more than punishing him, as for how to punish, Huang Yan didn't know, but falling into his father's hands would surely be miserable.

Between him and Huang Yang, his father would certainly choose the younger brother—this is beyond doubt.

"If Father chooses, he'll choose Huang Yang, right?"

"What am I? Nothing at all."

"Master, Uncle-Master, you just want me to free myself from my father's influence, don't you?"

Huang Yan knew this as well; that's why Qinglong Daoren kept pressuring him to make a choice—this was his own matter; originally Master and Uncle-Master didn't want to intervene, it had nothing to do with them, yet they still offered suggestions; whether to act and how to act were his decisions.

Huang Yan found it hard to make a decision; at least, his heart had not yet settled.

He, after all, was unable… to take that step.

Outside the formation.

Bai Meng's silhouette appeared, standing outside the formation, she reached out and touched the formation's barrier; she could easily enter, but she did not go in, instead she retreated, quickly widening the distance, staring at the mountain peak ahead—as if the peak, upon approach, revealed that this was a formation that conveniently used the mist between the peaks to conceal its existence, making it undetectable.

Only by getting close could one see that formation.

Bai Meng frowned and said, "A formation? How could there be a formation here? I clearly remember this place had no formation; when did it appear?"

Bai Meng had been to this place; everywhere under her jurisdiction she had traversed, knowing everything—what the peaks looked like, she knew it all.

The last time she passed these peaks, there was no formation.

She remembered clearly that this place left a deep impression on her; if it possessed a spiritual vein, it would be very suitable as a cave dwelling—she had once considered settling here, turning it into her abode, but ultimately gave up.

Without a spiritual vein, even a low-grade one could be gradually remade.

The spiritual vein is fundamental; the time and effort required afterward would be enormous, and she did not want to waste time.

She could only… choose another place, pick a better one.

"Who set up this formation? There's nothing inside—why would anyone place a formation here?"

"And why do those Huang Family members risk everything to enter this place? Could it be that they want something inside?"

Bai Meng was deeply puzzled; inside, there was nothing.

No heavenly treasures, not even any spiritual artifacts or holy items, let alone spiritual veins.

But what could their purpose be? Could it be for someone inside the formation?

"The formation here has existed for a relatively long time; it wasn't set up in the past two years."

"I can't go in; this formation is not simple—being able to remain here this long undiscovered, if no Huang Family people had come, I might not have noticed the formation at all."

"The one who laid the formation valued this place's secrecy; it is a naturally suitable hiding spot."

Bai Meng pondered, staring at the formation before her—clearly there were only peaks, nothing else.

Yet she dared not enter.

She was not skilled in formations, or rather, no demon beasts are skilled in formations; of course, there are one or two exceptions.

Very few, very few—at least, within the entire Mangshan Demon Palace, the demon beasts that understand formations are no more than one or two.

"This matter should still be reported to the chieftain; the chieftain must be informed, and how to handle it afterward depends on the chieftain."

Bai Meng lingered no longer, turned and left.

Three days later.

The people inside the formation fell silent, losing the vigor they had upon entry.

Huang Wufeng cursed: "Damn formation, no flaws at all, completely without a clue."

"Third Brother, have you found a way to break it?"

Huang Wuheng shook his head: "Can't find it; this formation differs from those we knew before, very strange."

"The mist obscures everything, preventing us from seeing the formation's structure, and thus we cannot break it."

"The one who set up this formation is truly not simple; no wonder they all suffer misfortune."

He thus understood why Huang Yang appeared that way, and also understood why Huang Yan could kill Luo Feifei.

The horror of this formation lies in its gradual consumption of your true qi and vitality; unnoticed, your strength wanes.

It is a process; at first it's slow, you feel nothing, but once you notice, the devouring speed becomes rapid, and the consumption rate of true qi and vitality increases manyfold.

Over three days, they endured hardship; the first and second days felt nothing, but this day is truly the terrifying one.

The true qi and vitality consumed are more than ten times that of the first two days, extremely frightening; even they cannot help but care.

If it continues, likely…

"The most terrifying aspect of this formation is that it erupts every three days, intensifying its devouring power, gradually consuming us, leaving us unable to resist."

"My mother and I were afflicted this way; I'm somewhat better, constantly resisting."

"Father, Second Grandfather, Third Grandfather, you must be careful, not to lose too much true qi."

"Cough cough cough."

Huang Yang received some pills, recovering a bit of true qi and his injuries, yet it was of little use.

Taking too many pills is actually harmful.

The effect diminishes, and furthermore, that devouring force increases rapidly—nothing pills can match.

Recovery and consumption are not proportional.

"'Yang'er, what's wrong?' Huang Longji asked anxiously."

Huang Yang shook his head, pressing hard on his chest, his face deathly pale, saying: "Father, I'm fine, it's a backlash of the Flame Yang Bone."

The Flame Yang Bone is not his; forcing it to erupt naturally invites a backlash.

Huang Longji heard this and quickly reached out to check.

Upon this examination, his complexion turned very unsightly.

"Your body has become this bad; you… why didn't you say earlier." Huang Longji immediately transmitted true qi to help his son recover.

Huang Yang shook his head: "Father, don't waste your effort; I know my own body well, I've long been prepared for the backlash of the Flame Yang Bone. If it weren't for the existence of this formation, I could act as Protector myself."

"Cough cough cough, damn Huang Yan, his appearance has reignited the Flame Yang Bone's reaction, thereby backlashing me."

Huang Yang felt terrible; he did not want to give back the Flame Yang Bone.

Whatever ends up in his hands is his; no one can take it away.

Huang Wufeng and Huang Wuheng exchanged a glance, both lowered their heads, and the corners of their mouths curled up in an arc.

Others' things aren't so easy to take, especially the Flame Yang Bone; one must be prepared for the backlash.

Once the backlash comes, it cannot be stopped.