Chapter 1624

Lingjian Zhenren is extremely clever; he instantly understood this person's intention—to trap him and, furthermore, not let anyone follow him.

"You can have the things, but you must confirm that Xinran junior sister goes with me; staying here would merely waste her talent. If she returns with me to the Heaven Sword Sect, I will spare no effort to cultivate her and will not let her suffer any grievance."

Qinglong Daoren spread his hands: "I cannot make the decision for her. Give me your storage bag, and I will not stop you; as long as you can persuade her, she can go with you. If you cannot persuade her, sorry, I have no other way."

I want the things, but the person—I won't give him up. You figure it out yourself. If you can persuade Xinran Zhanglao to leave this place, he has no objections.

This requires Lingjian Zhenren's sincerity; whether he can sway the Xinran Zhanglao before him depends on his ability. If the Xinran Zhanglao refuses to follow him back, Qinglong Daoren has no recourse. In fact, he knows the Xinran Zhanglao could never leave Longshe Shan—this woman has already been subdued in body and spirit by her true form.

Moreover, this place possesses everything the Xinran Zhanglao needs—abundant resources, inexhaustible, various elixirs, various materials, and there are spirit veins here, which are highly compatible with her body. As for the sword Dao, her sword Dao is uniquely her own; once her comprehension is sufficient, she can advance.

He often practices swordsmanship together with Tianlian Zhenren, and the two frequently spar, making rapid progress.

Who wouldn't want to stay in such a good place? Would one have to go to the Heaven Sword Sect, be targeted by others, and worry about being schemed against, living a life of deceit? The Xinran Zhanglao has long despised that and certainly does not wish to return to such an environment.

What the Xinran Zhanglao worries about most is this Lingjian Zhenren, not anyone else; she can defeat or avoid others, but this senior martial brother—she has suffered a loss at his hands once and does not wish to suffer a second.

Those past events are vivid in her mind; the Xinran Zhanglao could never forget how she nearly died at Lingjian Zhenren's hands—how could she possibly follow him back?

"This is impossible; you took my things, you must help me persuade Xinran junior sister, or else I will never give you my storage bag." Lingjian Zhenren is no fool; he would not simply hand over his belongings.

The storage bag contains all the fine treasures he has hoarded for years; if he gives it to Qinglong Daoren, what will he have left to cultivate with?

This is impossible.

"Not necessarily, you will give it to me." Qinglong Daoren said with a cold smile, pointing at the storage bag: "Lingjian Zhenren, right now you are in Longshe Shan—this is my turf, and this place is neither the Heaven Sword Sect nor human territory."

"On my turf, you must follow my rules—what do you say?"

My turf, my call—I have taken a liking to your storage bag, so hand it over; otherwise, he cannot guarantee that Lingjian Zhenren will even make it out of here alive.

Lingjian Zhenren narrowed his eyes, drew his sword blade: "You can try."

The alcohol fumes cleared, Lingjian Zhenren's gaze turned cold, and a burst of sword Technique erupted—his cultivation is certainly not weak.

At the summit of asking the true, he can step into the Dao Realm at any time.

Compared to when he was in the Spirit Sword Sect, he is vastly stronger now; moreover, a swordsman's combat power far exceeds his own cultivation realm, and once he fights to the death, he can unleash the strength of asking the Dao—against Qinglong Daoren, he is certainly not inferior.

As a swordsman, he cannot bow his head, nor should he.

No matter how strong the enemy, one must fight; at worst, one can just run.

His cultivation is his confidence, and he also knows that Qinglong Daoren's cultivation is about the same as his—no, actually it's weaker; Qinglong Daoren of the eightfold heaven of asking the true, no matter how strange, he does not need to worry excessively.

If he truly were to face him, Lingjian Zhenren would not think he would lose to him.

"Lingjian Zhenren needs neither to act impulsively nor to be so angry."

"If I really were to make a move on you, do you think you could enter Longshe Shan?" Qinglong Daoren pressed down his hand, paying him no heed at all.

Lingjian Zhenren's strength is indeed strong, but that's all it is—he is not in the Tribulation Realm, so naturally he poses no threat to him.

This place is still Longshe Shan; trying to control him is still quite easy.

He simply does not want to destroy Longshe Shan, nor does he wish to destroy those spirit herbs that have been painstakingly cultivated to this day—if they were destroyed, he would be very reluctant.

Qinglong Daoren originally had no intention of fighting; he merely wanted to scare him a little, but he did not expect that he would actually be frightened.

"Is that so? Then I'd like to see your strength." Lingjian Zhenren is curious, wanting to confirm his own strength again, as well as this person's identity.

If we don't make a move, we won't be able to tell.

"Clang!"

He drew his sword and immediately appeared before Qinglong Daoren; the blade flashed with cold light, slicing across Qinglong Daoren's neck—he intended to kill Qinglong Daoren, to behead him in a single fatal strike.

That sword strike was too sudden, and also very dangerous.

Qinglong Daoren smiled, not boasting, raised his hand, dragon scales covering it, and snapped his right hand forward to grab.

He caught the sword blade; the blade halted before him.

"Hmm?" Lingjian Zhenren frowned; the blade could not move.

The disparity in strength was great; he strained to pull, but could not take the sword away.

Firmly seized by Qinglong Daoren, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not draw the sword.

"Lingjian Zhenren, look at you—you're anxious. Your sword is not bad; how about giving it to me?" Qinglong Daoren exerted force, trying to snatch his sword blade.

"Dream on." Lingjian Zhenren would not simply hand over his sword; he immediately poured true qi into it, and a burst of sword Technique erupted, weaving through Qinglong Daoren's hand.

Many scars appeared on the scales, yet they could not break his defense; his dragon scales, after being tempered by heavenly thunder, had become even more formidable.

Unafraid of these sword Techniques, he let them slice away; seeing this, Lingjian Zhenren's gaze turned cold.

"You?"

The toughness of the dragon scales makes it impossible to……break through the defense; clearly this person's cultivation is inferior to mine, yet my sword Technique cannot penetrate his defense—this defense is immensely strong.

Lingjian Zhenren's sword Technique cannot break through the defense; no matter how hard he strains or how fiercely he erupts, the person before him remains unmoved.

"Lingjian Zhenren, choose either this sword or your storage bag—I really don't want to……fight you." Qinglong Daoren bared his teeth in a grin; his big white teeth were grim and also made Lingjian Zhenren fearful.

The sword blade or……the storage bag—pick one; this person before me has me figured out.

Damn it, damn it.

Lingjian Zhenren underestimated Qinglong Daoren's strength, and also underestimated this person's heaven-defying extent—cultivation alone certainly cannot prove everything.

It also cannot……represent everything; after several attempts, he still could not draw his sword blade.

"Here you go."

The storage bag flew out on its own and landed before Qinglong Daoren; Qinglong Daoren loosened his grip and grasped the storage bag.

Having the storage bag in hand, the goal achieved, Qinglong Daoren smiled: "Lingjian Zhenren, you are magnanimous; from now on, you are my friend."

Lingjian Zhenren: "……"

Beside them, Wu Mie Zhenren and Bai Hang Holy Maiden exchanged a glance—nothing but blinking.