Chapter 1219

The two brothers each said a line, and they managed to make Xinran Zhanglao feel delighted, almost drawing her sword and entering the Formation to trouble Lan Tiansheng; fortunately, she held back, calmed down, and understood their thoughts. Xinran Zhanglao coughed, "Cough cough cough, you're overestimating me; my strength is far weaker than his, and if I rashly entered, I'd likely not be his match."

Xinran Zhanglao's cultivation level differs from Lan Tiansheng's, and the gap is still huge; she must not act impulsively and enter the Formation, lest she be met with a direct onslaught—Xinran Zhanglao will not be rash.

She knows her own strength; she does not have Heishanyang's escape speed nor that kind of survival ability.

She does not want to cause trouble for Qinglong Daoren, nor see his plan fail.

"Little lady, you can definitely do it; even Lan Tiansheng, no matter how powerful, is no more than a single finger of yours," Chen Qinglian continued to cajole.

Qi Haoyang kept urging, "You don't need to go in and act; you can act stealthily. Each time you sneak a sword swing, if the sword doesn't land, withdraw immediately."

"You should be like Heishanyang, standing outside to ambush, striking once after a interval."

Chen Qinglian's eyes lit up as she looked at the elder brother—truly worthy of being my big brother, genuinely impressive.

How did he not think of this move?

Huang Yan stared at the two, once again blinded by their dazzling maneuvers; these two truly showed off, their operation completely outshone him.

Huang Yan once again saw their true colors; compared with himself, he realized how naive he was—if he had their scheming minds and tricks, he wouldn't have been trapped like that, nearly dying.

"Hoo hoo, the gap between me and them is truly huge; the strength gap is tolerable, but the other differences are really hard to make up."

Xinran Zhanglao was also outshone by their operation; after a moment's thought, she found their suggestion not unreasonable and indeed feasible.

A sneak attack will do; no direct confrontation, and do not appear before him. This allows her to test her own sword path, gradually discern Lan Tiansheng's true strength, weaken him, and then slowly commence a direct battle.

Heishanyang's thinking is the same as hers, likely also aiming to weaken Lan Tiansheng's strength and then find a chance to devour him.

In Heishanyang's eyes, Lan Tiansheng is a premium tonic, tastier than many elixirs.

"You've made my heart stir; I'll give it a try," Xinran Zhanglao drew her sword and descended the mountain, intending to trouble Lan Tiansheng.

She did not enter the Formation but stood at its edge, staring at Lan Tiansheng inside; in an instant, she locked onto him.

Xinran's Technique gathered, the blade pointing at Lan Tiansheng.

After accumulating Technique to a peak, Xinran Zhanglao's entire aura transformed.

"Go."

Technique surged, a sword entered the Formation, heading toward Lan Tiansheng.

Inside the Formation, Lan Tiansheng was instantly like sitting on a needle mat, opened his eyes, looked toward Xinran Zhanglao's position, and a strand of Technique shot toward him at speed; the terrifying Technique reached his eyes, Lan Tiansheng formed a strict stance, waved his hand, and countless roots erupted from the ground, forming a shield.

Immediately, many shields appeared, blocking in front of him; the Technique was absorbed by the shields, and after breaking several, it could no longer pierce them. When the Technique dissipated, Lan Tiansheng withdrew the shields, staring at the bewildering scene before him—he could not see a person, but could feel the Technique's sharpness.

"Damn, these people truly deserve damnation, hiding in the dark to ambush; their strength is no more than fate, yet they dare to strike at me—damn."

"And that damned Heishanyang, attacking every time, striking when I let my guard down."

"Now there's an extra swordsman; have they set their sights on me?"

Lan Tiansheng was furious; he knew clearly that without breaking the Formation, he could not see the person behind it.

Instead, he would be continuously tormented and drained.

If this continued, Lan Tiansheng could envision his own end.

"They intend to sap my strength, then use the Formation to devour my demonic power and soul energy; their thoughts are treacherous, yet they dare not confront me directly."

"Their strength is not great; they cannot defeat me."

Lan Tiansheng grew anxious; he must break the Formation early, otherwise, as they grow while he weakens, their eventual rise would become his death.

The Formation's devouring ability is strong, increasingly terrifying, scarier day by day.

If it continues, even he might not be able to endure.

On the mountain, Qinglong Daoren witnessed the scene, shook his head: "They are truly clever; they could devise such a method and persuade Xinran Zhanglao. As everyone knows, Xinran Zhanglao is not easily fooled, yet they managed to grip her by seven inches."

"That kid Chen Qinglian truly knows how to leverage his own advantage; the little lady shouted it out, and indeed it's impressive."

In this regard, Qi Haoyang cannot match Chen Qinglian; such emotional intelligence and adaptability are truly impressive.

Qinglong Daoren also could not help but admire this son's emotional intelligence and flexibility.

Following Chen Qinglian, Qi Haoyang also learned this: as long as it benefits him, discarding dignity and face is irrelevant.

"This point is much like the main body—very shameless."

He neither opposed nor prevented it.

The mutually consensual act of persuading Xinran Zhanglao to act is the skill of those two.

That's also fine; it gave the two sons a glimmer of hope, making them more proactive in cultivation and more eager to fight.

The next month.

All was combat; the three fought together. Huang Yan, besides taking blows, kept taking blows, but his strength gradually increased, and the Great Refining Life and Death Method was now at the entry level, no longer lacking proper method.

Sword techniques, staff techniques, and his own fists and feet were all hammered into shape; his overall strength rose by at least fifty percent.

This improvement made Huang Yan extremely excited; he was the most delighted. The boost in strength filled him with hope each day. Though he was always the one taking blows, he enjoyed it endlessly; compared to staying alone in the Huang Family to cultivate, this was far better.

Xinran Zhanglao also found amusement, occasionally seeking trouble with Lan Tiansheng, and Heishanyang did the same.

Each performed their duties, each finding their own tasks to do.

A brief silence fell over Longshe Shan.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

On Longshe Shan, Chen Chuyang, besides accompanying his wife, also refined elixirs; the spirit medicines in his hands needed to be turned into pills. Many pills leaving Longshe Shan were fourth- or fifth-grade, and few could obtain Grade Six Elixirs; Chen Chuyang acquired a large quantity of pills.

Especially Grade Six and Seventh-Grade Elixirs, in great numbers.

They could not be used up; simply endless.

After refining a huge batch of pills, Chen Chuyang looked at the dwindling spirit medicines, nodded with satisfaction, "This batch of pills will last a long time."

Then, he left the sect.