Chapter 1207: Huang Yan Meets His Son, the Battle of Three

The spirit vein disciple that Master needs wasn't found, but Master, don't worry—I already have a lead on a spirit vein and will strive to bring you one next time. Huang Yan didn't finish his words; this time he couldn't find a spirit vein, but next time he definitely will.

Our Huang Family's spirit vein must not be moved, but other families' spirit veins can be used to offer flowers to the Buddha; the last time it was the Luo Family's spirit vein, next time it will naturally be another family's spirit vein—he has already set his target and is ready to act at any moment.

He has his eye on all the nearby families' forces—what they have, how many treasures, whether they are what he wants; spirit veins are possessed by every family, and any other good things naturally cannot be overlooked.

For Master's sake, he had already set his sights on those families in advance, eyeing their good things.

The Huang Family's path of expansion is a matter of time; it certainly won't be… delayed by other families. For now, the Huang Family needs to develop, needs pills, and also needs… time. Once the Huang Family has developed sufficiently, that will be the time to act against other families.

For now, the timing isn't ripe; Huang Yan still needs more time. After this exchange of pills, he will begin arranging the next steps—let the Huang Family lie low a while longer, then they can act.

These plans will not be hidden from Qinglong Daoren.

Upon hearing this, Huang Wuji gave his grandson another glance, surprised that he had so many plans, ambitious and unsatisfied with the status quo; he was very pleased with this, for the Huang Family ought to be like that—when it grows strong, it must expand its territory.

Rather than staying in a corner, that is what the weak and cowardly do.

The more he looked at this grandson, the more satisfied he felt; it was not in vain that he suppressed his son Huang Longji and let Huang Yan become head of the Huang Family—so far, the effect has been excellent and strong.

"Very good, you have this idea; as your teacher I am truly delighted." Qinglong Daoren was very pleased with this disciple, who understands propriety and knows how to get things done.

He handled things handsomely, spoke eloquently, and excelled in every way—unlike some geniuses who, after gaining a little strength, start to swell with pride; Huang Yan did not swell, his mind matured greatly, and after experiencing a life-and-death trial he saw through much.

"Serving Master is what a disciple ought to do." Huang Yan replied again.

Same answer, different degree of response.

Qinglong Daoren waved his hand; some pills hovered before him, and he instructed, "These are the pills you want—take them."

When dealing with his own disciple, it's natural to be a bit better, giving more pills; fifth- and sixth-grade pills, Qinglong Daoren can refine them himself, giving a bit more is no problem, but if seventh-grade pills were given to the Huang Family, it would bring disaster—for now they cannot be given.

Seeing this, Huang Yan's pupils widened as he looked at the pills; at a glance he saw the number of sixth-grade pills—about ten bottles, exactly ten bottles—this quantity startled him, startled by Master's grand gesture.

He had thought that exchanging two or three bottles this time would be a lot, but he hadn't expected Master to be so generous; he immediately put them away.

There were also many fifth-grade pills, of all types, and even more third- and fourth-grade pills, as if they were free.

After gathering them all, Huang Yan clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Master."

He knew Qinglong Daoren's deep affection for him; according to what was given, he couldn't exchange for that much outside—getting even a fifth would be a steal, and moreover, most of it is third- and fourth-grade pills; exchanging that many fifth- and sixth-grade pills would be unlikely.

Beside him, Huang Wuji breathed rapidly, his eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at those pills.

His heart felt like it would burst; the number of pills was truly large—you could tell at a glance how many there were.

There was no need to speak of the pills' quantity and quality; he could roughly make out the general idea.

Precisely for this reason he was so shocked—shocked by Qinglong Daoren's grand gesture, shocked by his nonchalance.

So many pills, just given outright.

This is too… frightening.

"These pills are not few; you know their specific effects—remember, don't tell others."

"This batch of pills is too numerous, extremely precious; if exposed, it's not something your Huang Family could hold onto."

Huang Yan nodded seriously: "Disciple remembers, Master."

He is no fool; naturally he wouldn't be so stupid—wealth must not be revealed, for once leaked the Huang Family could not keep it.

Otherwise, why would he be so cautious in coming, not daring to tell anyone?

Nor does he want other families' forces to know all this; the fewer people who know about his coming to trade pills, the better.

Having the pills in hand, Huang Yan's gaze fell on Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang; these two had never met before, they were young, and the aura they emitted caught his attention.

When he came before, he hadn't seen the two of them.

This time they appeared outside the Mangshan Mountain Range, which borders the Huang Family's territory; he has always had people watching the vicinity, so he knows clearly if anything approaches—no humans enter the interior unless they evade the Huang Family's eyes and ears.

Also, they could come from farther away, enter, and then detour around the Huang Family's territory.

"Master, who are these two?" Huang Yan stared for a long time, then couldn't help asking.

Qinglong Daoren laughed: "I thought you hadn't noticed them."

The existence of Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang will sooner or later be noticed; Qinglong Daoren has no intention of hiding it.

Huang Yan being able to notice them so quickly is also a testament to his ability—perhaps it's mutual attraction between young people.

"Those two." Qinglong Daoren smiled, looking at Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang; the two sons turned their gaze over as well, having heard the commotion here—when Huang Yan arrived, they had been staring this way, their eyes mostly fixed on Huang Yan.

The three met, mutually attracted, each sizing up the other.

Qinglong Daoren waved at the two; Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang set aside what they were doing and walked toward them.

Having arrived beside Qinglong Daoren, the two stood there, their faces somewhat similar; upon closer look, they seemed…

Huang Yan stared at the two, brows furrowed, feeling that their identities were not simple—being able to stay by Master's side with such a close relationship, they were neither ordinary folk nor his fellow disciples.

He recalled Master saying that he was Master's chief senior disciple; could those two be his junior disciples?

Brows furrowed, he speculated about their identities.

"This is Chen Qinglian, and this is Qi Haoyang; they are my two sons."

Qi Haoyang and Chen Qinglian each clasped their hands in self-introduction: "I am the eldest, Qi Haoyang."

"I am the second, Chen Qinglian."

The two smiled at Huang Yan; there was nothing to conceal about their identities.