Chapter 1116: Huang Song

Huang Song arrived at Longshe Shan, seeing the spiritual herbs covering the mountains and fields, and for a moment he was dazed.

Looking at this spiritual herb, a fifth-grade Star Moon Flower, then at that one, a fifth-grade Star Moon Wood, plus sixth-grade spiritual herbs—not just one or two, Huang Song suspected Qinglong Daoren had seized some demon king's territory in the Mangshan Mountain Range to gather so many spiritual herbs.

All kinds of spiritual herbs are present, truly frightening; even a little bit taken out could scare someone to death. Though the spiritual herbs on Longshe Shan aren't as many as those of Luofu Mountain, they're not far behind.

One must know that the entire Luofu Mountain sect's spiritual herbs amount to only that much, yet here there is the foundation of Luofu Mountain, all belonging to one person—how could Huang Song not be shocked?

This isn't just a bit, nor a couple of spirit fields; the planted spiritual herbs are excellent, perfect—each kind of spiritual herb is… about to mature, continuing to propagate and plant, and will grow even more.

Simply put, the talent for planting is beyond words.

Moreover, the formation covering this place, Huang Song cannot see through or penetrate; that formation is something he cannot… break through.

"What exactly is this blessed land?"

"No, even if it's a blessed land, it's not like this."

"Spiritual energy, spiritual herbs, or safety—all surpass many blessed lands; even the caves of great experts are no more than this."

"I never expected such a good place to exist in the Mangshan Mountain Range; truly unexpected."

Only after seeing it with his own eyes did Huang Song feel shocked.

This place is truly too beautiful; if it were him, he wouldn't want to leave.

Unable to help himself, he looked with some shock at the man before him—his nephew Huang Yan's master, Qinglong Daoren.

Huang Yan immediately knelt before Qinglong Daoren, kowtowing and saying, "Disciple Huang Yan pays respects to Master."

Qinglong Daoren raised his hand: "Enough, no need to kneel before your master; I've said it many times—these empty formalities are unnecessary."

Huang Yan gave a silly smile, said nothing, after the salute he pointed to Huang Song beside him and said, "Master, this is my uncle Huang Song, a true disciple of Luofu Mountain; he came this time to see you, and I dare to bring him in privately—please punish me, Master."

Qinglong Daoren waved his hand: "I know; without my permission, you couldn't have entered anyway."

He looked at Huang Song and said, "I don't know what brings a distinguished disciple of Luofu Mountain to my humble abode."

He recalled that he had never had any contact with Luofu Mountain's disciples—not a single one—and had no connection or handover with them.

Whether the visitor is an enemy or a friend, Qinglong Daoren cannot be certain.

Huang Song immediately clasped his hands and said, "Huang Song, true disciple of Luofu Mountain, greetings, fellow Daoist."

"This time I came mainly because the sect ordered an investigation of the movements in the Mangshan Mountain Range, and you, fellow Daoist, are the source of those movements; I heard about you from my nephew Huang Yan, and I asked him to bring me to pay my respects."

"I apologize for the sudden visit; please forgive me, fellow Daoist."

His attitude was excellent, without the arrogance of great sects.

To be precise, he dare not and cannot; Huang Song cannot see through Qinglong Daoren, feeling only that this person's strength is unfathomable, not something he could defeat.

Facing a Strong One, one naturally must not be overly arrogant.

"No problem, since you've seen me, fellow Daoist, have you reached a conclusion?"

Huang Song immediately replied, "Fellow Daoist, you're joking; the movements in the Mangshan Mountain Range cannot be underestimated. You can establish a blessed land of this scale within the range, your strength is unfathomable. This rash visit of mine I know is abrupt; please forgive me a little, fellow Daoist."

This time he came, besides investigating the anomalies in the Mangshan Mountain Range, he also wanted to meet Qinglong Daoren.

To see what kind of person his nephew's master is, and whether he has other motives.

After meeting him, he realized he had overthought.

The Huang Family seems to have nothing worth Qinglong Daoren's attention.

Techniques, supernatural abilities, or resources—none seem to compare to this person before him.

"Fellow Daoist, be polite." Qinglong Daoren said politely, "Since you are Yan'er's uncle, we are our own people."

"Among our own, no need for extra words; fellow Daoist, speak directly if you have something to say."

Having heard those words from Qinglong Daoren, Huang Song immediately clasped his hands and said, "Since you say so, fellow Daoist, I won't stand on ceremony."

"The demon beasts in the Mangshan Mountain Range have shown some movement; I don't know if you, fellow Daoist, are aware, or whether it's related to you."

Qinglong Daoren spread his hands: "It has nothing to do with me; I don't know. I suspect it's a series of actions by the Huang Family that drew the demon beasts' attention."

Huang Song nodded, agreeing with Qinglong Daoren's statement, just as he had guessed.

With so many Huang Family members entering the Mangshan Mountain Range, if the Mangshan Demon Palace showed no movement, that would be the problem.

After his investigation, the movements in the Mangshan Mountain Range returned to calm; the Mangshan Demon Palace had no movement, nor any intention to leave the range.

"Just as I investigated, since you say so, fellow Daoist, I'll tentatively stay in touch." Huang Song reminded: "However, I must warn you, fellow Daoist—the Mangshan Demon Palace likely has noticed your presence; if you continue to stay here, you may face danger."

"The area where you, fellow Daoist, are located is the territory of the Mangshan Demon Palace's Dharma Protector, the Luotian White Snake Clan; the clan chief Bai Xinlan is indeed a Dharma Protector of the Mangshan Demon Palace, her strength unfathomable, one of the Demon Kings within the palace—if you encounter her, you'd better run."

"This demon excels at playing with people's hearts and is skilled in the way of the soul; encountering him, fellow Daoist, you must be careful."

Qinglong Daoren laughed and said, "Thanks for the reminder."

Huang Song saw his indifferent expression and still couldn't help reminding: "This woman is very dangerous; even a great expert from Luofu Mountain meeting her would have to retreat three feet."

"Fellow Daoist, don't be careless, nor think this demon is insignificant; anyone she sets her sights on cannot escape—even a True Lord encountering her would only be toyed with."

A True Lord, before Bai Xinlan, is nothing.

This demon is very strong; her exact strength remains unknown for now.

All we know is that even a True Lord meeting her would have only the option to flee.

Based on the information he received, Huang Song guessed that Bai Xinlan is likely a Dao Realm Demon King, though he doesn't know which specific realm.

"The power of the Dao Realm cannot be described in words."

"This demon is a high-ranking member of the Mangshan Demon Palace, controlling a vast territory; under her command the Luotian White Snake Clan abounds with talent, and the clan also possesses an outstanding Holy Maiden named Bai Meng, who is very strong and temporarily oversees all affairs of the Luotian White Snake Clan."

"No matter whom you encounter, fellow Daoist, please respond carefully and do not lose your way."

"These words are sincere."

Qinglong Daoren is his nephew's lifesaver, so he naturally regards him as his own.

This favor, he naturally acknowledges.

Qinglong Daoren laughed and waved his hand: "I will pay attention."

No matter how strong they are, they must first be able to enter Longshe Shan before anything else.