Chapter 1529: The Extreme Yin Corpse General Returns

Tianwai, on Dragon Snake Mountain.

Bai Meng Holy Maiden has come; this time it's not Bai Xinlan but Bai Meng Holy Maiden herself, and she has come to trade elixirs.

Having obtained a batch of spiritual herbs, they need to be exchanged for elixirs; this is also the intention of clan chief Bai Xinlan—first exchange as many elixirs as possible, other matters will be discussed later.

Having tasted the benefits, they naturally understand the importance of Qinglong Daoren's elixirs and their preciousness; they must keep them firmly in hand, not fearing having too much, but fearing others exchanging them away.

Diewumeng's exchange made them feel pressure and urgency; the clan's resources began to be taken out, and their previous thoughts were put aside—or simply became useless.

Qinglong Daoren saw that the spiritual herbs before him were more than double the previous amount; it seemed Bai Meng Holy Maiden wanted more elixirs, and Diewumeng's trade stimulated the Luotian White Snake Clan, making them realize many people need elixirs and those people possess considerable resources.

"This is the sincerity of our Luotian White Snake Clan, Qinglong Dao friend." Bai Meng Holy Maiden smiled as usual; her attitude toward Qinglong Daoren has always been the same, never changed.

But this time her gaze at Qinglong Daoren was a little different, her eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny, wanting to see through everything about him; deep inside, she began calculating, activating the Luotian Calculation, starting to compute everything about Qinglong Daoren.

Qinglong Daoren sensed something, though he didn't know what; his perception was strong, and in an instant he felt her scrutiny, quickly restrained himself, merging with heaven and earth like his true self, making her calculation impossible.

"Pfft." Bai Meng spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward; fortunately Qinglong Daoren reached out and caught her, otherwise she would have truly fallen to the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" Qinglong Daoren asked, knowing full well.

Bai Meng steadied her body, wiped the blood from her lips, lowered her head and thanked: "Thank you."

Her body felt a little weak; spitting that blood made her feel terrible, especially that backlash, which made her feel awful.

"Cough cough cough." The uncontrollable coughing almost made her spit blood.

"Are you really alright?" Qinglong Daoren hurriedly showed concern.

"I'm fine." Bai Meng Holy Maiden waved her hand, nodded at Qinglong Daoren, indicating he could let go.

Qinglong Daoren released his supporting hand and gently said, "Bai Meng Holy Maiden, if you need anything, just say so; your body seems quite weak, you must not come to harm."

"I know, thank you for your concern." Bai Meng Holy Maiden politely thanked him, then took the elixirs and turned to leave.

She had much to say, but at that moment she fell silent.

Qinglong Daoren smiled, watching her leave, and shook his head: "This girl truly has guts, daring to calculate my origins—she really isn't afraid of death."

Heishanyang appeared again, sneering: "Indeed she's bold beyond measure; her secret calculation method probably isn't yet mastered, yet she dares to calculate you to your face—she's truly a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, daring to do anything, even I wouldn't dare calculate everything about you."

"This time she'll suffer a great loss; the backlash is unpleasant, likely requiring a period of rest."

"Kid, this is your future wife; can you bear to be harsh?"

Qinglong Daoren waved his hand with a smile: "Not yet, and anyway she's not my woman but my true self's woman—nothing to do with me."

He felt no guilt at all; it was Bai Meng Holy Maiden's own doing, and he had held back—otherwise it wouldn't be just vomiting blood; at least she'd be severely injured near death, and Qinglong Daoren would teach her a lesson, letting her know not everything can be calculated.

Some people, some things, must not be recklessly calculated, nor acted upon wildly.

"Aren't you afraid Chen Chuyang will find out? If he learns you're bullying his future wife, he'll surely cause you trouble." Heishanyang threatened.

Qinglong Daoren shrugged: "Alright, don't threaten me; I have no elixirs to give you, your threats are useless—these matters my true self will naturally know, no need for you to say, he'll know anyway."

"Heishanyang, you're really a dog, always trying to screw me over."

Heishanyang chuckled, saying to Qinglong Daoren: "Qinglong kid, I know Chen Chuyang gave you some eighth‑grade elixirs; you know my situation, so, can you...?"

Eighth‑grade elixirs, Heishanyang also needs them badly, but can't obtain them; even if he gets any, it's only one or two, never more.

Chen Chuyang wouldn't give him that many eighth‑grade elixirs; the elixirs are scarce, meant to be exchanged for more resources, not to be eaten by him, nor wasted.

Feeding Heishanyang is pure waste; no matter how much he eats, it's all the same, with no significant change.

Moreover, Heishanyang is now quite lecherous; after reaching Tianwai, he's become even more so, avoiding action whenever possible, hiding if he can.

"Hasn't your true self given you plenty of elixirs? Aren't they all gone?"

Heishanyang blushed and nodded: "All gone."

"My appetite is huge; that bit of elixir isn't nearly enough to fill my stomach."

Qinglong Daoren was speechless; he casually handed over a bottle of elixir: "Here, this is most of what I have; I'm giving it all to you, and I'll have none left."

"If you don't mind, I can refine a batch of sixth‑grade elixirs for you; how about that?"

Heishanyang scornfully replied: "No, sixth‑grade elixirs don't match my status; don't try to fool me with this trash."

Qinglong Daoren: "……"

That Heishanyang has become picky; even sixth‑grade elixirs are scorned, while the demon beasts in Mangshan Mountain Range rarely see fourth‑grade elixirs, and if sixth‑grade elixirs appeared before them they'd surely go berserk and kill with red eyes.

"You're truly picky; I don't know how my true self could afford to keep you." Qinglong Daoren sighed, speaking of Heishanyang's appetite—he really couldn't support it.

Only my true self would keep it, continually supporting it.

"That's because I'm formidable; besides, Chen Chuyang is sly, always mistreating my true self—otherwise I wouldn't have run to Tianwai to face danger alone." Heishanyang complained about Chen Chuyang, giving no face.

Qinglong Daoren gave him a sideways glance: "Heishanyang's appetite is too great to sustain; is my true self abusing him?"

Hehe, with Heishanyang's nature and appetite, no one can satisfy him; no matter how much you give, it's never enough.

"Alright, stop pretending; how's Lian Hongchen doing over there? Do you know?"

Heishanyang grinned, showing his teeth: "Quite well; the Extreme Yin Corpse General has been chasing her, and Lian Hongchen keeps leading it in circles, denying it a chance to get close—now they're nearby."

"Lian Hongchen hopes you'll act, help her kill the Extreme Yin Corpse General, then let her devour it—do you think that's feasible?"

Qinglong Daoren frowned: "If we strike directly, won't the commotion be too big, drawing others' attention?"

"Those Demon Kings have been eyeing us closely; once we act, they'll become wary of us."

Heishanyang laughed: "Lian Hongchen plans to lure him into the Formation; at that time, we will deal with him together."