Chapter 1588: Heishanyang's Enemy Arrives

One day later.

Outside Longshe Shan, Bi Luo Chun's figure appeared, gazing at the mist before them; the Formation hidden by the mist, and everything inside it, were all concealed—nothing could be seen, nor could any sense detect what lay within.

They instinctively halted, not entering the Formation directly, but choosing to observe.

"There are many members of the Luotian White Snake Clan lurking around, they must be protecting something—could it be protecting it?"

"Impossible, that beast wouldn't have anyone protecting it. I'll be more cautious, don't let them spot me; the Luotian White Snake Clan is not easy to deal with, nor to confront, so I must be careful."

"The position of Holy Son must be mine; no one can snatch it away."

He, Bi Luo Chun, is the Holy Son of Qingtian Gate, the sole Holy Son.

There is a huge gap between the Holy Son and true disciples; the resource disparity is vast. Moreover, the Holy Son is the prospective sect leader of the Faction, a status higher than many Elders. All Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of the Faction are important protectors, one of the future pillars of the Faction.

He is currently only a true disciple, not yet advanced to Holy Son. To take that step, he must have something the Faction values—exceptional talent, massive contributions, or many other factors combined—to achieve Advancement to Holy Son.

Qingtian Gate has a set of procedures; following these rules for Advancement to Holy Son will not invite doubt.

Bi Luo Chun's accumulated contributions are sufficient, just one step short; their cultivation and talent are also impressive, truly formidable.

"The mist conceals this place; it likely harbors danger, that beast is definitely hidden inside. Only here can its filthy aura be concealed."

"I have a premonition; it is definitely inside."

Bi Luo Chun was thrilled, pointing at the Formation, certain that its figure was inside; this time, they would not come empty‑handed.

Qingtian Gate has been hunting this beast for years; they must bring it back personally to prove their prowess, let the Faction see their contribution, and thereby have their Holy Son status recognized.

Bi Luo Chun stared for an entire hour, and finally stepped into Longshe Shan; the mist quickly shrouded their figure, gradually fading from sight.

The mist was thick, the Formation enveloped everything; Bi Luo Chun ultimately entered the Formation and soon became lost within it.

His entry drew the attention of several people inside Longshe Shan; Heishanyang was the first to notice, staring at that silhouette, feeling the aura emanating from them, their fur standing on end, muttering continuously, "Sure enough, they came looking for us."

"These lingering wretches, why are they fixated on me? All these years they haven't forgotten me."

"Damn, these bastards are truly troublesome."

Elder Xinran Zhanglao turned and asked, "Heishanyang, what exactly did you do to make them resent you so much, still watching you after all these years?"

For a Faction to be so obsessed with hunting its trouble, Heishanyang must have done something; otherwise, such resentment would be impossible.

Tianlian Zhenren guessed, "Heishanyang, you didn't happen to dig up their ancestral graves, did you?"

Heishanyang, startled, looked up at Tianlian Zhenren, blinked at her three times in a row, then nonchalantly said, "I only dug up a few of their ancestral graves; is that enough to make them resent me so much?"

"The ancestral graves I removed over the years number only a few thousand, maybe ten thousand; what are the Qingtian Gate graves to them? Why target me for killing?"

"Just a handful of graves, not as if I cleared all of Qingtian Gate's ancestral graves. These people are truly petty."

Elder Xinran Zhanglao blinked, watching Heishanyang's nonstop chatter, unable to laugh.

"You dug up their ancestral graves; they'll definitely cause you trouble."

"Those are ancestral graves—undying grudges, how could Heishanyang be comfortable? This is… a truly deadly matter, yet when it reaches Heishanyang's mouth, it becomes a trivial thing."

Elder Xinran Zhanglao was speechless; Heishanyang surely wasn't truthful—ancestral graves have circumstances, he must have done something else.

Otherwise, Qingtian Gate could not have pursued him for millennia without giving up.

"In life one must see people, in death one must see corpses."

"Heishanyang, you're truly formidable, digging up their ancestral graves. If you ever touch my ancestral graves, no matter how far you flee, I will crush you to pieces and scatter your bones."

Qinglong Daoren smiled, "This is a serious matter, concerning face and dignity."

"Ancestral graves—can they be tampered with so casually?"

Even if you kill a few disciples, they might not care; but digging graves strikes at their pride. Qingtian Gate cannot ignore this grievance; the debt will never be settled.

"Exactly," Elder Xinran Zhanglao agreed, "What you did was wrong—digging their graves. Now they're after you; face it yourself, we won't help."

Such a shameful act could only be done by Heishanyang; others couldn't pull it off.

At least, none of those present would dare or be able to do it.

Qinglong Daoren grinned, "You dug up their ancestral graves, you must have gotten a lot of good stuff, right?"

Heishanyang immediately shook his head, "No, nothing at all."

"Is that so?" Qinglong Daoren squinted, staring at Heishanyang. Heishanyang wasn't telling the truth; he must have found something valuable, otherwise Qingtian Gate wouldn't keep hunting him.

Heishanyang felt uncomfortable under the stare; staying would only let Qinglong Daoren extract the truth, so he fled.

He rushed back into the Formation, not wanting to stay with Qinglong Daoren.

Elder Xinran Zhanglao and the others watched Heishanyang run, looking thoughtful.

"Daoist Qinglong, Heishanyang must have found something remarkable, otherwise Qingtian Gate wouldn't keep troubling him."

"What if we could get it from his hands?"

Elder Xinran Zhanglao was curious, wanting to see what treasure it was; if they liked it, they would surely take it.

Tianlian Zhenren laughed, "Heishanyang isn't pure; you can't trap him, he won't trust you."

Qinglong Daoren nodded, "Indeed, Heishanyang is too cunning to expose himself easily; we don't even know his true form. It's unlikely we'll learn it, but perhaps that kid knows some secrets—we could dig out information from his mouth."

Heishanyang stayed silent, but Bi Luo Chun would say that the kid must know some secrets; otherwise he wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to cause Heishanyang trouble.

If it's something valuable, perhaps they could seize it; leaving it with Heishanyang would be wasteful.