Chapter 1241

"Kid, this person's mind is impure, hard to control; be careful not to mess it up, it'd be better to have me eat him outright." Heishanyang only emerged after Lan Tiansheng left; his eyes fixed on the departing figure, drool spilling from his mouth.

Qinglong Daoist turned around and scolded, "All you ever think about is eating, eating, eating. Though this kid is ambitious, letting him go still has its uses; at least he'll trouble Void Forget, trouble the Mangshan Demon Palace. It's best to make a bigger commotion, so no one notices us here."

"Even if it takes a dozen years or so, at least we can use the chance to develop, and not be targeted by them, unable to cultivate in peace."

Heishanyang still worried, "The words are correct, but can this kid actually do it? With his strength, he's no match for Void Forget; he might be killed by Void Forget as soon as he returns."

"Moreover, the information this kid relays may not be accurate. The Mangshan Demon Emperor has lived many years; indeed… he may have reached the end of his lifespan. Kid, have you considered a possibility: I have survived this long, so the Mangshan Demon Emperor's power must be such that he can still cling to life."

"If it really comes to this, perhaps that Demon Emperor will go mad and stir up a bloody storm of carnage?"

"Ordinary people usually make a big move before they die."

"Especially at the level of a Mangshan Demon Emperor, he certainly won't be content to die here; at the very least, before dying he'll take some people as sacrificial companions. The Mangshan Demon Palace's strength is not weak; over the years it has produced many Demon King‑level beings, and their existence is not a good thing, but rather a bad one."

"If they start an internal conflict, that would be a disaster."

"It would be better to let them fight humans; if they die, they die. If they can drain human strength, that's not impossible."

"You think everyone is like you, so scheming," Qinglong Daoist gave him a cold glance and said, "I naturally know that a Demon Emperor cannot die easily; each Demon Emperor has its own trump card, especially one who controls such a vast territory as Mangshan—how could he die without a fight?"

"I also don't want Lan Tiansheng to be able to eliminate Void Forget or this Demon Emperor; I just want him draw attention, stir up trouble among other Demon Kings, so that the focus is reduced and we can seize the chance to boost our strength."

"My power is still not strong enough to face the upcoming battle; your strength has recovered to about seventy‑plus percent, but it's still too weak."

"What we lack is time."

Qinglong Daoist thought a lot and naturally knew that Lan Tiansheng was no ordinary person and could not be trusted lightly.

His mind is too tangled, his scheming extremely deep; that also has its advantage—giving him a taste of benefit makes him naturally pursue what he wants. Lan Tiansheng wants to eliminate Void Forget and replace him; that's Lan Tiansheng's own business, and he'll naturally act on it.

He is only offering a little help, that's all.

This is a Yang scheme, unsolvable; Lan Tiansheng may choose not to act, but Void Forget will not let him off that easily.

Heishanyang stared at Qinglong Daoist and praised, "Kid, you're still so scheming; luckily I'm on your side, otherwise I'd eventually be plotted to death by you."

"Hahaha," Qinglong Daoist said, laughing heartily.

"You, you're too cautious."

"How could I possibly plot against you? Speaking of which, you've been staying here so long, haven't you ever contacted your own clan?"

A casual turn of the head, a casual question.

Heishanyang's body shivered, his gaze hesitated; he looked around, looked at the ground, but dared not meet Qinglong Daoist's eyes. For some reason, he felt this person in front of him, like Chen Chuyang, could see through his heart.

Before, there was never such a feeling.

"That's my business; when the time comes, I'll tell you naturally," Heishanyang tossed out, then turned and left.

Xinran Zhanglao stood beside them, remaining silent.

"Can Lan Tiansheng be trusted?"

Qinglong Daoist spread his hands: "I don't know if he's trustworthy; I'm not certain. However, his life and death are in my hands; he cannot decide for himself."

Xinran Zhanglao nodded: "You handle it as you see fit."

She didn't want to meddle any further, preferring to cultivate in peace; if a real battle came, she could join.

Lan Tiansheng left; then aren't the three people below…

"What do you plan to do with those three?"

Qinglong Daoist turned his head toward Chen Qinglian and the others; at that moment they wore delighted smiles. With Lan Tiansheng gone, aren't they about to be freed?

If so, they could leave their father's side and fully let themselves go.

Qi Haoyang couldn't help but get excited, holding back from laughing out loud.

"Eh?" Qinglong Daoist, having missed this round, began to ponder, then looked at Xinran Zhanglao.

"Don't look at me; I can't help you," Xinran Zhanglao immediately refused.

"Comrade Xinran, don't be so quick to refuse. I promised them something and won't break my word. It's just that an accident occurred this time; haven't they yet defeated Lan Tiansheng? How about you lend a hand?" Qinglong Daoist said with a grin.

Xinran Zhanglao shook his head: "No, I don't want to fight them."

"So it's happily decided," Qinglong Daoist pressed his hand down, as if not hearing Xinran Zhanglao's words, and said to Chen Qinglian and the others, "Qinglian, Haoyang, if you two defeat your little lady, you can leave this place."

Having said that, he immediately ran off.

A few remained standing dumbfounded; Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang exchanged a glance, eyes full of bitterness. They were so close to defeating Lan Tiansheng, but he fled, changing the opponent to Xinran's little lady; they still hoped they could win.

It's still better than breaking the Formation; Xinran Zhanglao's cultivation is the True Fate Sixfold Heaven, and the two are far, far behind her.

Compared to Lan Tiansheng, the gap is much smaller.

"Little lady, why don't you throw the fight? Then we could leave, right?" Chen Qinglian said with a grin.

Qi Haoyang nodded along; it's a good idea—whether it works or not still depends on Xinran Zhanglao's word.

Huang Yan's pupils widened as he gave the two a thumbs‑up; this emotional move was played very well.

"No wonder, Chen Qinglian, you really have a lot of devilish ideas—there's a policy above and a countermeasure below."

"Ahem, throwing the fight is definitely throwing the fight; you must have confidence in yourselves, and I also believe in your strength," Xinran Zhanglao smiled broadly, nodding, and was full of doting affection toward Chen Qinglian and the other.

Mangshan Demon Palace.

Located in the central region of Mangshan.

It is a palace towering above the mountain range.

A horde of demons surrounds it; it is the sacred land of Mangshan.

Inside the palace, a figure sits on the throne; his eyes slowly open, gaze drowsy as if just awakened.

His body leans forward slightly, gaze falling downward; Void Forget stands below, beside him is Bai Xinlan, and four Demon Kings, who stand behind the Dharma Protector, respectfully staring at the figure above.