Chapter 1238: Meeting Lan Tiansheng, a Violent Beatdown of Lan Tiansheng

Bang.

The formation shook; inside Longshe Shan, Qinglong Daoren stared at the two attackers outside, as Xu Kongwang and the black tiger moved together, threatening them, to release Lan Tiansheng.

The disturbance was huge; everyone inside Longshe Shan was startled, all turning to look at Qinglong Daoren. Heishanyang appeared at once, staring at the two outsiders, and said harshly: "Kid, go out and kill those two; they're all top‑grade medicinal pills."

Its eyes saw only medicinal pills; top‑grade demonic beasts are the best pills, especially this level of demonic beast—pills refined from it must be effective. Heishanyang's mouth watered; after being in Tianwai for so long, it still couldn't…… eat a pill of this grade.

Although the pills refined by Qinglong Daoren are very effective, it still prefers pills with a special taste; that feeling is intense, making it hard to forget, even more wonderful than Qinglong Daoren's pills.

Xu Kongwang and the black tiger are not weak in strength; if we could capture them both, wouldn't that be great?

"Put away your saliva; those two aren't weak. If you can capture them, I can help you refine them into pills." Qinglong Daoren spread his hands, staring at Heishanyang.

Heishanyang heard this, its eyes rolled, and finally gave a bitter smile: "Forget it; they're strong, I'm no match for them. If you gave me several more decades, capturing them would still be easy."

"Really?" Qinglong Daoren sneered: "I thought you were formidable, but the enemy is at the door and you do nothing—this isn't like you."

Heishanyang: "……"

After a long silence, Heishanyang complained: "Kid, they're looking for you, not me; my strength is low, I can't beat them, but you might be able to take them down. These people have no regard for anyone, attacking right at our doorstep—how arrogant, clearly looking down on you, kid. If it were me, I couldn't tolerate it."

"Kill them, slaughter a chicken to warn the monkeys, so the people of Mangshan Mountain Range know our might and tell them not to provoke us again."

Qinglong Daoren spread his hands: "To be honest, I'd like to do that too, but my strength isn't enough."

He is merely a clone; his strength can't compare to the main body.

Ordinary demonic beasts at the first or second level of the Seek Dao Realm, he can handle.

As for that Xu Kongwang outside, he has no confidence in capturing him, and besides, there's a black tiger of not‑weak strength beside him; together, Qinglong Daoren doesn't want to provoke them.

Even if they come to the door, he can pretend not to see them.

"Eh?" Heishanyang raised its head, stared at Qinglong Daoren, and the corner of its mouth twitched.

"No wonder you're as steady as Mount Tai, kid—it turns out you can't beat them. What now? Those two won't leave easily; even if you let that kid go, they won't give up."

"The kid inside the formation isn't simple; after being tormented this long, he's on the verge of collapse. Once released, it'll be letting the tiger return to the mountain."

"He'll surely take revenge on us, kid—are you really going to let him go?"

Lan Tiansheng's threat is not weak; if released, he will surely retaliate against them in the future.

This person has been tormented so miserably—how could we let them go?

By then, it might not be just him coming, but a crowd.

Qinglong Daoren smiled faintly: "Naturally I won't easily let him go; this person, I'm not at ease."

"His life and death must be held in my hands."

Heishanyang heard this and let out a breath: "Kid, that's right—just like you did to me before, use the same method on him, make that kid your pet; he's not weak, ambitious, perhaps we can start with him and then separate them."

Qinglong Daoren nodded: "Exactly what I have in mind; as long as they feud internally, they'll naturally have no time for us, and with a bit more time we can get past this dangerous period."

"You kid are indeed scheming." Heishanyang praised; this kid, like his main body, is very scheming.

One person and one sheep vanished on the spot, entering the formation.

Appearing before Lan Tiansheng, Lan Tiansheng was startled.

He quickly regained composure; Lan Tiansheng stared at the Qinglong Daoren before him. He naturally knew Heishanyang—over the years it had often sneak‑attacked and tormented him, yet Heishanyang obediently stayed by Qinglong Daoren's side, clearly following the orders of the person before him.

"Are you the master of this place?"

Qinglong Daoren smiled and reached out; Lan Tiansheng instinctively dodged, but realized he had fallen into a weak state, his strength reduced to a fraction, making him no match for Qinglong Daoren. He seized Lan Tiansheng's head, giving him no chance to react, and directly set up seals.

Lan Tiansheng kept struggling, his body twisting, trying to resist Qinglong Daoren's actions.

He knew what the person before him intended, but he couldn't resist; that hand was too strong.

Moreover, his entire strength was being suppressed; he watched helplessly as layer after layer of seals were placed on his body, bloodline, and even his demonic soul—dense, terrifying seals, more frightening than the formation before him.

Bang.

After the seals were completed, Qinglong Daoren released his grip; Lan Tiansheng fell straight to the ground, lying there, dazed.

He felt those seals, dense and numerous, making his scalp tingle; let alone undoing them, just understanding them would be an achievement.

If he so much as twitches those seals, they will explode instantly, taking his life with them.

"Don't try to undo these seals; you can't." Qinglong Daoren gave a friendly reminder.

Lan Tiansheng leapt up, his eyes like a tiger's, glaring at Qinglong Daoren: "You…"

Heishanyang kicked him directly, sending Lan Tiansheng flying over a hundred meters.

Bang.

Heishanyang walked over slowly, stepped up to him, lifted its right foot, planted it on his head, and stomped hard, rubbing his skull against the ground until finally his whole head sank into the soil.

Only then did Heishanyang let go, saying disdainfully: "Don't point at your master from now on; hierarchy is clear—you're no longer who you were; from now on, you are his pet."

Lan Tiansheng's body spasmed, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

After a long while, he staggered to his feet, staring at Qinglong Daoren, then at Heishanyang; this time he didn't dare raise a finger to point at Qinglong Daoren.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Lan Tiansheng said, repressing his anger; at this moment he very much wanted to act.

But he knew that once he acted, it would be death.

Yet his heart refused to accept it.

Heishanyang glanced at him and said scornfully: "Unconvinced? It seems you still can't grasp the situation."

He took two steps forward; Lan Tiansheng instinctively stepped back, hurriedly explaining: "I'm convinced, I'm convinced—please don't fight anymore."

He spread his hands: "I'm just…… unwilling."