Chapter 1249: Heavenly Capital Dragon King Essence Blood?

"I know the Heavenly Capital Dragon King Pill is hard to refine; if you can help me succeed, whatever you need later, just ask—if I can find it, I will find it for you." Bai Hang, the Holy Maiden, gave her all for this pill.

She directly promised that she would later help Qinglong Daoren find whatever he wants, no matter what, and as long as she can locate it, she will spare no cost to give it to him.

Qinglong Daoren shook his head: "It's not that issue; it's that I can't refine a pill like this right now."

He spread his hands, helpless.

Bai Hang couldn't hide her disappointment, but she still tried: "Is it really impossible?"

"When can you refine it? I can wait."

"Just because it's impossible now doesn't mean it will be later; a Seventh-Grade Alchemist and an Eighth-Grade Alchemist may seem one rank apart, but in reality the gap is vast, like the difference between the True Realm and the Dao Realm—an insurmountable chasm."

Qinglong Daoren's refining talent is strong; an Eighth-Grade Pill is within his reach soon. Bai Hang does not demand the Heavenly Capital Dragon King Pill immediately; she can wait. The Dragon King has waited many years and succeeded; waiting a few more years is no problem.

As long as Qinglong Daoren nods and helps with the refining, everything else is no longer an issue.

In all of Cangzhou, alchemists capable of refining Eighth-grade Pills are few, and those alchemists either have a low success rate, refuse to act for Tian Du Men, or simply cannot be found.

Moreover, the condition of the Heavenly Capital Dragon King must not be leaked, at least not to the forces of Cangzhou; Tian Du Men has kept it hidden for years to make others fear them. If those people learn that the Dragon King of Tian Du Men is injured and his power has dropped, they will go mad.

The most fanatical are the Mu Long Clan, a bunch of dragon‑blood maniacs who will stop at nothing for their lineage. The Dragon King of Tian Du Men has long been their target; they have repeatedly infiltrated Tian Du Men over the years.

They want… to find the Heavenly Capital Dragon King and carry out their plan.

Tian Du Men cannot wait, and the Dragon King cannot wait; dragging this out any longer will sooner or later expose them.

A solution must be found; the Mu Long Clan is still not giving up. Though many of them have died and Tian Du Men has cleared out a batch, who knows if a second wave remains, or if there are deeper hidden forces.

The changes at Dahe Peak also need protection; if Bai Hang can help the Heavenly Capital Dragon King, it will benefit her later.

In short, whether for her or for the Faction, this matter must be done.

"Whatever condition you set, I will accept it, as long as you agree." Bai Hang, the Holy Maiden, promised again.

Qinglong Daoren replied reluctantly: "It's not that I don't want to agree, it's truly hard to refine; my refining art does not support refining an Eighth-grade Pill."

"I can't give you a specific time; if you're willing to wait, then wait."

The timing is uncertain; even he does not know when his own body can refine it.

But it won't be too long.

According to his understanding of his own body, once the formula reaches his hands he will study it quickly and produce a result.

Refining an Eighth-grade Pill isn't difficult; it depends on whether his body has time to study and improve his refining art.

The existence of the Po Luo Elixir Canon gave his body systematic learning, putting him on the right track, no longer the clumsy "three‑legged cat" refining method. After integration, his refining art advanced rapidly; Seventh-grade Pills are now within reach, and the prospect of an Eighth-grade Pill is highly possible.

Qinglong Daoren does not agree because he cannot guarantee success; a failure would be embarrassing.

"Fine, I'll wait; I hope you can hurry." Bai Hang, the Holy Maiden, urged.

He temporarily left the formula with him to study at his own pace.

Bai Hang stared at Qinglong Daoren; after a while Qinglong Daoren, feeling uneasy under her gaze, asked: "Anything else?"

Bai Hang nodded: "I have a batch of material here; would you like to try your hand at it?"

Qinglong Daoren frowned: "The material for the Heavenly Capital Dragon King Pill?"

"Yes." Bai Hang nodded, her large eyes fixed on Qinglong Daoren.

Qinglong Daoren thought for a moment, then reached out: "Give it to me."

Bai Hang handed it over without any hesitation.

"This batch is for you to practice. When you feel ready, I can bring more material; during this time I'll work hard to prepare, hoping to hear good news from you."

Bai Hang placed her hope in Qinglong Daoren; she has high expectations for him.

She has a premonition that Qinglong Daoren will not disappoint her.

Qinglong Daoren put away the material; it is very precious, all high‑grade components for an Eighth-grade Pill—such material cannot be cheap.

The most valuable among them is a vial of essence blood; just a glance attracted Qinglong Daoren.

Sharing the dragon‑blood lineage, he is highly sensitive to such blood.

"What is this?"

Inside, he found the answer: Heavenly Capital Dragon King Essence Blood.

Bai Hang replied: "This is the essence blood of our sect's divine beast, His Excellency the Heavenly Capital Dragon King, and it is one of the main ingredients for refining the Heavenly Capital Dragon King Pill."

The essence blood of a Strong One is indeed very precious.

Qinglong Daoren lifted the lid, and a surge of Dragon Might erupted.

He immediately sealed the surroundings to prevent the Dragon Might from spreading; the mighty Dragon Might solidified the nearby space, his own bloodline thickened, breathing became rapid, and his whole body began to tremble.

His Azure Dragon Bloodline rebelled, clearly unwilling to submit to that Dragon Might.

Two kinds of Dragon Might clashed head‑on, and poor Bai Hang was forced to lie on the ground, unable to move—she couldn't even wiggle a finger.

It felt as if her entire body would disintegrate; a few short breaths seemed like years.

Finally, the Dragon Might faded, the lid closed, and Qinglong Daoren stored the Heavenly Capital Dragon King's essence blood, trembling as he said, "What a terrifying Dragon Might."

"This Heavenly Capital Dragon King is no simple foe; his strength far exceeds Bai Xinlan's. Even I would only be on the receiving end of his blows."

For the first time, Qinglong Daoren thought he was weak—far too weak.

This is the true Strong One; no wonder Tian Du Men has stood firm and can oppose Mangshan Demon Palace—one such master is enough to balance them.

No wonder the Mu Long Clan does not speak up; even after losing many of their own, they have not taken revenge.

It's not that they don't want to.

At least the Heavenly Capital Dragon King still lives; they dare not act recklessly.