Chapter 1190: Elder Xinran's kiss has arrived

Lan Tiansheng felt a bit dazed; after entering the formation, he sensed something was off. This formation was very strange, very eerie, a formation he had never seen before. Skilled at concealment, he had some insight into formations; otherwise, how could he have been advantageous in the Mangshan Mountain Range, and even in the human world, having visited many times and always escaped unharmed?

He had visited and entered all the surrounding clans and sects; ordinary formations posed no difficulty for him, or rather, he could use his innate perception to find the formations' flaws, then locate gaps to slip inside, allowing him to move unseen among those powers.

Otherwise, why would he be valued and waryed by the Void Forget? Without real talent, he couldn't be feared.

"What the hell is this formation?"

He couldn't understand or make out the formation before him; yes, that was his first impression. After looking for half an hour, he still saw nothing, his vision a blur, with nothing visible, unlike most formations he had seen before.

Eerie, strange, appearing simple yet you can't comprehend it, as if these formations merged with the surrounding peaks, and after merging, they became incredibly complex, utterly different.

"Who exactly set up this formation? Why is it so eerie? I simply can't make sense of it."

"Even the Grand Protective Array of Tian Du Men couldn't give me this feeling; what the hell is this formation?"

"Is this really a formation? Or is it something humans could set up?"

At this moment, he doubted that his studied formation knowledge was sufficient; he wanted to use it but couldn't—this was the feeling. He seemed to understand why Bai Meng, the Holy Maiden, and the others dared not rashly enter; once inside this formation, they would doubt their very existence.

"Damn it, this formation cannot be analyzed or broken through."

Lan Tiansheng dared not move, sat down, and began seriously observing the surrounding formation; his sight could not penetrate, the mist obscured everything, visibility extremely low, about five meters, and his spiritual sense could not extend far either, being swallowed by the surrounding mist. The consumption speed was extremely fast—in just a few breaths, one percent was drained; if continued, he feared his spiritual sense would be exhausted before he could decipher the formation.

Moreover, his demonic power was also being devoured; Lan Tiansheng opened his eyes again, and it was already a day later.

"This mist is truly eerie, actually able to consume spiritual sense and demonic power; in a day's time, even if I noticed, I would still have lost one-tenth."

Even after discovering this, sealing himself off to resist the mist is unlikely.

Unless he refrains from using true qi and demonic power, naturally he won't be consumed.

But he wants to crack the formation, which requires observing it; his sight cannot see it, so he must use his spiritual sense. In such an environment, he has only two options: either completely give up analyzing the formation, sit in place waiting, sealing himself, which would allow him to survive a long time.

Just ensure he isn't consumed; replenishing the expended demonic power is easy, not difficult.

The second option is to quickly find a way to break it, then…

Either way, it's not friendly to me.

The one who set up this formation had already calculated this step; he wants to see how we choose. Earlier, those from the Huang Family who entered likely encountered this problem; obviously, they all died.

Anyone who chooses either of these two ways will have no good ending.

Either be gradually drained—if not a day, then ten days, then a month; if a month still insufficient, then several months, a year, eventually being completely exhausted.

Or be rapidly drained while unable to break the formation; ultimately, mind and spirit are heavily consumed, leading to mental and physical collapse.

The latter is even more terrifying; Lan Tiansheng faces this dilemma—whatever he does, he will fall into the scheming of the person behind it.

Sigh.

They really have grasped our thoughts.

Lan Tiansheng gave a bitter smile; no matter what he does, he will fall into the trap.

Helpless, he could only stand up and shout loudly: "Lan Tiansheng, Right Dharma Protector of the Mangshan Demon Palace, comes to pay a visit; I have matters to discuss."

He lowered his attitude, not daring to be smug or arrogant.

He bowed and clasped his hands, awaiting a response.

After a moment, there was no response at all.

Lan Tiansheng continued shouting: "Lan Tiansheng, Right Dharma Protector of the Mangshan Demon Palace, comes to pay a visit; I have matters to discuss."

The second shout still drew no response; Lan Tiansheng knew the person behind did not wish to see him.

Involuntarily, he gave a bitter smile; his superior's title was useless—apparently he had overestimated the one he relied upon.

Helpless, he could only sit down.

Seek other methods.

Inside the formation.

On Longshe Shan.

Heishanyang bared its teeth and grinned: "Kid, this kid is not bad; he seems to have seen through your scheming—why don't let me go have some fun with him?"

The itchy Heishanyang, having encountered good prey, naturally wanted to have a good bout of fun.

It had not moved its hands for a long time, nor beaten anyone, and now it was itching.

Chen Chuyang shrugged: "If you want to go, go; just don't capsize."

Heishanyang said arrogantly: "How could I possibly capsize?"

Kid, watch me.

Having received permission, Heishanyang swiftly headed toward the formation, intending to have fun with Lan Tiansheng.

That kid is overly arrogant; at a glance he's no good person, so naturally we should give him a good thrashing and vent our frustrations.

Qinglong Daoren worried: "Will something go wrong?"

Chen Chuyang gave a helpless smile: "No need to worry; Heishanyang's strength is not weak, it knows its limits, it won't capsize."

Maybe it's been too long since it last struck, seeing such fine prey, it couldn't resist acting.

Let it go play; better than it leaving this place and causing trouble outside.

Upon hearing that, Qinglong Daoren chuckled: "Indeed, better than letting it go out and cause trouble."

As for Lan Tiansheng, who would pity him?

Time flashed by, five days passed.

Heishanyang never returned, constantly toying with Lan Tiansheng inside the formation; every day one could hear his miserable screams, truly pitiful.

Ah—ah.

The miserable cries rang out, echoing within the formation.

Chen Chuyang saw Heishanyang return, face full of excitement: "Kid, that kid can take a beating—he hasn't collapsed after all these days."

I've had a blast this time; that kid must be kept—such fine prey shouldn't just be killed outright.

Aren't your two sons lacking sparring partners? That kid can be left for them.

Heishanyang is unwilling to let Lan Tiansheng die just like that; keep him, he will be of great use.

Chen Chuyang waved his hand: "Just like it."

He couldn't be bothered to deal with these.

He is now going to attend to other matters; Xinran Zhanglao seems to have emerged from seclusion, Chen Chuyang sensed it, and that woman is hiding in her cave dwelling, not coming out.

If she won't come out, I can go in myself.

With a flash, Chen Chuyang appeared inside Xinran Zhanglao's cave dwelling.

Xinran Zhanglao, who was hesitating whether to go out, was startled; upon seeing clearly that it was Chen Chuyang, her face turned strange.