Chapter 1625

At this very moment, the two master and disciple had only one thought in their hearts: they must absolutely not offend this person before them, absolutely not.

Petty, and will directly target you, not even bothering to pretend anymore—Lingjian Zhenren had his storage bag snatched away, yet still have to thank him for his mercy of not killing; this is truly a miserable result. In short, all their other thoughts are gone.

This sight before them really changed their opinion; previously, both thought Qinglong Daoren was an honest person, treating them outsiders so kindly, unaware of the deceit and treachery of outsiders, even less aware of mutual scheming—little did they know, they had overthought things.

He simply doesn't bother with them, or rather, doesn't bother with his guests; but toward enemies, toward former rivals, he spares no effort to strike, determined to kill the opponent, never letting them off the hook.

"We must absolutely not offend him from now on." The two exchanged glances and reached the same conclusion.

They were just about to say it out loud, but Wu Mie Zhenren put away his other thoughts; Lingjian Zhenren couldn't get any benefit, and her words might not either. Moreover, this person's cultivation speed is too fast, his strength rising too rapidly—last time they met, he wasn't this formidable.

Although she couldn't see through Qinglong Daoren's cultivation, she could at least feel that he wasn't as formidable as this person before her.

Holy Maiden Bai Hang kept glancing at Qinglong Daoren, her eyes holding a different feeling; her previous thoughts about him all changed.

"Lingjian Zhenren, I'll take these things. As for whether Xinran Zhanglao will go back with you, you can talk to her privately; I won't interfere." Qinglong Daoren said, giving Xinran Zhanglao a look—no words needed, a glance sufficed.

That glance was quite subtle, yet Wu Mie Zhenren and his disciple noticed it; the two women stayed silent, not daring to speak it out, for they would not dare offend Qinglong Daoren—offending him over a stranger like Lingjian Zhenren would be utterly foolish.

Tianlian Zhenren naturally knew all this; she loosened her grip on Xinran Zhanglao's arm, letting the two talk freely. Since Qinglong Daoren had spoken, she couldn't stop Xinran Zhanglao, knowing Xinran Zhanglao would never choose to leave Longshe Shan—outside is too dangerous, she had been out there and knows its terrors.

Tianjian Sect is indeed a major sect, but the competition there is surely fierce; if Xinran Zhanglao went there, she'd at most be an ordinary disciple, receiving no special favor, and would likely be targeted. In short, no sensible person would choose to leave.

Longshe Shan is superb—resources are plentiful, life is free and easy, without many restrictions or scheming; she loves this place and is reluctant to leave.

"Xinran junior sister, let's talk alone." Lingjian Zhenren took a deep breath; this opportunity was rare, Qinglong Daoren kept his word, took the storage bag and gave them a chance to talk privately—not bad, at least he wouldn't say anything too harsh.

Xinran Zhanglao followed him to the side; the two needed to have a good talk to resolve their misunderstanding.

Tianlian Zhenren glanced over there, lowered her voice and asked: "Qinglong Daoren, aren't you afraid Xinran elder sister will follow him and leave?"

"If Xinran Zhanglao chooses to leave, you might be in trouble."

If her husband found out, he would surely come down hard on Qinglong Daoren; he acted on his own initiative, letting Xinran Zhanglao and Lingjian Zhenren talk—isn't that giving them a chance? What if Xinran elder sister were really deceived? Wouldn't that be...

Qinglong Daoren shook his head: "No way, she's a smart person; she wouldn't do such a foolish thing. If it were you, wouldn't you leave Longshe Shan for a sect you don't know?"

Tianlian Zhenren directly shook her head in refusal: "No, I'm not brain‑dead; how could I possibly do such a foolish thing?"

Qinglong Daoren spread his hands: "Well, there you go—you won't leave, so do you think Xinran Zhanglao will?"

"What do you mean?" Tianlian Zhenren put her hands on her hips and glared at Qinglong Daoren.

What does he mean by that? Does he think, in his eyes, I'm not as smart as Xinran Zhanglao?

"What do you say?" Qinglong Daoren gave a faint smile, utterly unafraid of Tianlian Zhenren's anger—after all, it's the truth.

"How foolishly loyal you are—don't you realize that yourself? Xinran Zhanglao is very rational; back then she could directly deal with Lingjian Zhenren, and she still can now."

"And you—even if given the chance, you wouldn't do that; that's the difference between you. Xinran Zhanglao never goes easy on those who betray her; she treats them exactly as they deserve."

Xinran Zhanglao repays grudges—no matter who you are.

Even if it's Lingjian Zhenren, she'll still beat you; even if she can't win, she'll fight you to the death—either you die or I do.

As for Tianlian Zhenren, she just keeps questioning, with no follow‑up; the chance of her taking action against her own senior brother is slim—at most she'll avoid all this, not letting herself get tangled up… in turmoil.

"Am I really that bad?" Tianlian Zhenren asked silently.

"I didn't say you're inadequate; I only said you're not as decisive and calm as Xinran Zhanglao." Qinglong Daoren didn't dare say she was lacking, for if she held a grudge, it would be unpleasant.

He also didn't want to create more trouble for his main self—after all, his main self was already troublesome enough.

As for that, he thinks highly of Xinran Zhanglao.

After the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

When their talk ended, Xinran Zhanglao's face darkened; she didn't want to continue chatting with Lingjian Zhenren.

It was obvious the outcome of their talk wasn't good; each… could not convince the other.

Lingjian Zhenren returned dispirited, clasped his hands toward Qinglong Daoren and said: "Xinran junior sister is unwilling to leave; since that's the case, I have no choice but to go."

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord; this favor will surely be repaid in full by the Lingjian Sect."

This time he lost his storage bag, had it snatched away—this debt he will surely remember.

Qinglong Daoren said indifferently: "No need; you just need to remember my kindness, nothing else is required."

"It is needed; what should be repaid must be repaid. I will certainly return all you have given me." Lingjian Zhenren left those words, then turned and departed, not wishing to linger here, nor to be robbed again by Qinglong Daoren.

That sword—Qinglong Daoren set his sights on it, and it was snatched away again; he really suffered a major loss.

Qinglong Daoren didn't make things difficult for him, let him go; this person is indeed not bad, having sent him many good things—Qinglong Daoren is deeply grateful toward such a good person.

After seeing Lingjian Zhenren leave, Xinran Zhanglao finally spoke: "Hmph, trying to coax this old lady into leaving—he's overestimating himself, thinking a trifling favor could trick this old lady away; he's dreaming."

"If I weren't no match for him, I would have killed him long ago—this bastard still dares to show his face before me."

Seeing this person, Lingjian Zhenren, Xinran Zhanglao gets furious, wishing she could tear him apart limb from limb.