Chapter 1102: Grandfather Arrives, Discerning Right from Wrong?

The two are refined simultaneously and absorbed into the body at the same time, allowing oneself to achieve a balance.

Qinglong Yimu Fire and Flame Yang Bone counter each other, neither yielding; this gives Huang Yan time to rest and also time to seize the chance to devour them, step by step, without hurry, unlike before when he was forced to devour.

He slowed the devouring speed, instead enhancing himself by absorbing their energy, continually strengthening his body; Huang Yan changed his attitude, using the devoured energy and flames to strengthen his physique—his physique is not weak, and after merging with the Flame Yang Blade, his bodily strength increased manyfold, over ten times his original.

Now, his bodily strength is still rising; this rate of increase is truly rapid, with no sign of stopping.

Qinglong Daoist released his grip, no longer suppressing his body, letting Flame Yang Bone and Qinglong Yimu Fire counter and consume each other; ideally they would continue like this, maintaining the balance so Huang Yan could safely devour them—after devouring both, his strength would greatly increase, and returning to his peak would not be impossible.

"Can his body withstand the fusion of two different energies?" Xinran Elder asked worriedly.

She worries whether Huang Yan's body can withstand it.

The terrifying temperature of the Qinglong Yimu Fire, even she standing nearby could feel it—it's frightening.

As for the Flame Yang Bone, it likely does him little harm; it is originally his own, a slight suppression would allow it to merge with his body; if that truly fails, it can be placed inside his body to slowly refine, without rush.

Qinglong Yimu Fire is different; once it enters the body, it must be completely devoured—this step is extremely dangerous; though it seems to help Huang Yan, in reality it does not, merely temporarily assisting him.

"No need to worry; this kid is still smart, absorbing the energy of Qinglong Yimu Fire and Flame Yang Bone to strengthen himself, thereby adapting to their energies."

"Rest assured and watch; this kid isn't as foolish as you think."

"This kid looks smart, but sometimes he does foolish things," Xinran Elder mused.

Qinglong Daoist, for a moment, didn't know how to speak or how to reply—it was simply too true.

This kid Huang Yan is fine in all aspects, except his mind sometimes can't keep up.

However, these are not problems.

"This kid is now stable; barring accidents, he will not be in danger."

Qinglong Daoist waved his hand, no longer concerning himself with Huang Yan's bodily condition.

Hearing this, Xinran Elder nodded and looked toward the formation's interior.

Inside the formation, those few people were still alive, with no other developments.

Huang Longji remained furious, wanting to find and kill them; Huang Wufeng and Huang Wuheng wanted to leave the formation, escaping with their lives being paramount, other matters less important—they knew this well, so they never gave up studying the formation.

"What about those few—how will you handle them? Are you going to kill them all?"

"This kid's father is a scoundrel; he has no place for this kid in his eyes and seems to wish him dead, whereas those two are somewhat better."

One is Huang Yan's father, the other two are his second and third grandfathers; these people cannot be killed.

At the very least, Qinglong Daoist cannot act, nor can she; otherwise, Huang Yan would bear a grudge.

"His family affairs are naturally his to settle; I will not interfere, Xinran Elder, and you must not interfere either," Qinglong Daoist instructed.

Xinran Elder nodded: "I naturally understand this; I'm afraid Huang Yan still remembers his bloodline, and then..."

Bloodline, father-son affection, is the greatest factor hindering Huang Yan's progress.

Huang Longji is unworthy of being a father; such a person, if dead, is dead.

If Huang Yan were to kill him, he would bear the infamy of patricide; the future would likely...

In short, doing nothing is not allowed, doing something is also not allowed.

For Huang Yan, is this perhaps overly cruel?

Qinglong Daoist spread his hands: "I cannot solve this problem; leave it to him to handle. As you know, even an upright official finds it hard to judge family matters—we outsiders should not interfere in his affairs."

"If those two could act and kill Huang Longji, perhaps that would be the best outcome."

Xinran Elder gave a bitter smile: "They won't act, nor dare."

Likewise, those two are no match for Huang Longji; acting rashly could bring disaster upon themselves.

Xinran Elder does not believe they would act for Huang Yan's sake; this kid is not that important, nor does he... give them the desire to raise a hand against the family head.

"Don't harbor hopes for those two; if, as he says, his grandfather were to come, wouldn't that be...?"

Xinran Elder thought of one: Huang Longji's father, Huang Yan's grandfather; if he were to act, perhaps it would be better.

"The person you mentioned has already arrived; he is outside the Mangshan Mountain Range, heading this way."

"What?" Xinran Elder exclaimed in shock: "You can sense him?"

This place is very far from outside the Mangshan Mountain Range; inside the range, a terrifying force suppresses, and that barbaric aura prevents spiritual sense from penetrating far out—this, Xinran Elder tested when he went out, finding this place special, with a particular suppression on spiritual sense.

To see farther, one can only go outward.

Qinglong Daoist can actually sense the situation outside the Mangshan Mountain Range—how powerful his soul must be!

"Naturally, I can; I instantly recognized the Huang family's bloodline aura."

"No mistake; the comer's strength is not weak, his bloodline aura is extremely rich."

Even ignoring it is not possible.

The arrival of Huang Wuji of the Huang family would likely draw the attention of the Mangshan Mountain Range.

Their location might also be exposed; Qinglong Daoist couldn't help worrying: "Our place will soon be exposed, and then we may face beasts' probing."

"Xinran Elder, is your sword still sharp?"

"Is her sword still sharp?"

Xinran Elder gripped his sword and said coldly: "Certainly sharp; if beasts dare come, I dare kill."

Qinglong Daoist said satisfied: "Fine; when the time comes, leave the beasts to you to handle."

Xinran Elder: "..."

A big pit awaits him here.

Truly a good dao friend.

One day later.

Outside the formation, a person arrived—Huang Wuji of the Huang family—standing outside, staring at the interior of the formation; he perceived where the formation lay, seemingly noticing their presence, Qinglong Daoist folded his arms and locked eyes with him.

Gazing at each other through the formation, Qinglong Daoist felt no worry; beside him, Xinran Elder narrowed his eyes: "This person is very strong."

Cannot see through his cultivation, Xinran Zhanglao tilted his head and asked: "Qinglong Daoist friend, can you see through his cultivation?"

Qinglong Daoren smiled faintly: "True Destiny Ninth Heaven Peak, half-step True Lord."

"Hiss." Xinran Zhanglao took a sharp intake of cold air, somewhat unable to decide.