Chapter 1652: Elder Minghu Made Sick by Disgust

"Tianlian Zhenren, did you recognize that person?" Qinglong Daoren immediately noticed something odd about Tianlian Zhenren and asked.

Xinran Zhanglao followed the gaze, staring at Tianlian Zhenren; this sister was very strange, strange from the start, and after seeing that old man, became even stranger.

"Tianlian junior sister, do you know him?"

Tianlian Zhenren was stared at by the two, panicking inside, unable to refuse; she knew her little thoughts had been seen through, and helplessly said: "This person is the forefather of my Heavenly Heart Sect; the Heavenly Heart Sect was founded by him."

"What?" Xinran Zhanglao gasped in shock, looking incredulously at Tianlian Zhenren before her; such important information, this sister actually hid it from her—what happened to the promised deep sisterly bond? So you're playing tricks on me here?

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Xinran Zhanglao complained; if she had known earlier that it was such an undying old geezer, she wouldn't have courted death, nor would she have... attacked.

Such an undying old geezer has lived many years; how long has the Heavenly Heart Sect of that world existed? The founder of the Heavenly Heart Sect, that is, the forefather of that world's Heavenly Heart Sect, coming to cause them trouble—could his ability be lacking?

After so many years of cultivation, even a dog could become a Strong One.

"I only recognized him after seeing him, and he surely recognized me too—I bear the traces of the Heavenly Heart Sect's cultivation methods on me." Tianlian Zhenren spoke truthfully; if she didn't kill Minghu Zhanglao, she might continue to be targeted, and if the Lingzhou Heavenly Heart Sect learned of this, her fate would surely be miserable.

Afterwards, many troubles will come knocking; at that time, Longshe Shan will be unable to stay peaceful.

"Qinglong Daoren, kill him; this person cannot be let go, otherwise there will be endless future troubles."

Qinglong Daoren gazed at Tianlian Zhenren and asked: "Do you understand his methods?"

Tianlian Zhenren shook her head: "I don't know, after all I've only seen his portrait; inside the Heavenly Heart Sect there are cultivation techniques he left behind, and the techniques we practice are all his legacy; this person's name is Luo Minghu, his daoist nickname is Shahu Zhanglao; besides these, I know nothing else."

"This forefather is not someone from our era, so few in the Faction know about him; my senior brother should know, but he won't tell us these things."

"Through the recent battle, we can tell this person excels at swordsmanship, and his blade is quite different, unlike any Spiritual Artifact we've seen before."

Upon hearing this, Xinran Zhanglao nodded and said: "Indeed, that blade and his divine abilities make people's spirits tumultuous, unable to stay calm and respond; Qinglong Daoren, you must be careful, don't get hit."

Qinglong Daoren looked at the two women and smiled: "I don't plan to fight him, nor do I plan to enter the Formation."

At such a time, the enemy is still at its peak; he wouldn't directly go looking for trouble with him, although with his strength he doesn't fear Minghu Zhanglao, still one must guard against the unexpected—as the saying goes, "Fear not the ten thousand, fear the one."

When caution is needed, one should still be a bit more careful.

"Huh?" Xinran Zhanglao looked at Qinglong Daoren in surprise, recalling his usual behavior, and then understood.

This person wants to weaken Minghu Zhanglao's strength, then wait until he enters a weakened state before striking; this tactic is infallible—using the Formation to weaken Minghu Zhanglao's strength, then seize him in one go to ensure absolute safety.

This is Qinglong Daoren's usual tactic, infallible.

Tianlian Zhenren couldn't help but laugh and said: "Qinglong Daoren, you're really a dog."

So despicable, it's not like him.

Qinglong Daoren didn't get angry, letting the two women mock him, and said: "In such matters, caution is paramount; no one can be certain what tricks he has, so when dealing with this kind of person, it's best to ensure against any mishap."

"You two are just too reckless, that's why you got hurt; from now on, let's see if you dare to act rashly again."

The two women fell silent.

This time, upon a single encounter, they were struck and injured, then fled in a sorry state.

How truly laughable.

Qinglong Daoren mocked: "You two have many ways to test him, many ways to torment him, yet you chose the most disadvantageous method; I don't know how you managed it, truly making one… laugh and cry at once."

This time, the two's actions left Qinglong Daoren speechless; he had no choice but to say a few words to them, letting them know that at all times they must be cautious and careful, not be careless, nor underestimate anyone in the world.

Qinglong Daoren almost directly called them foolish, but such words would be too hurtful; unable to say them, he softened his tone instead.

The two women's faces looked grim, yet they could not refute.

"Alright, watch closely; when facing an enemy, how should one act to ensure one's own safety and also annihilate the enemy?"

Next, Qinglong Daoren will show them what true operation is, rather than being as reckless as they are, directly seeking trouble with Minghu Zhanglao and ending up slinking back in disgrace.

Half a month passed.

Inside the Formation, Minghu Zhanglao was dazed; after those two women were injured, he never appeared again, not even once.

He had completely disappeared, yet he could not leave this Formation; he tried many methods, none of which allowed him to depart this place.

The mist and the Formation kept him thoroughly trapped inside; ordinary ways to break a formation were useless now, the Formation before him was very stable, not something he could break open.

"Damn it."

Minghu Zhanglao gradually grew irritable, unable to control his emotions; the time was simply too long, days felt like years, each day tormenting, unable to rest, unable to cultivate, and even less able to find peace.

Each day he was filled with anxiety, constantly on edge, worrying about a sneak attack from the enemy.

Thus half a month passed, and Minghu Zhanglao had reached his limit—eating nothing, drinking nothing, unable to rest even without sleep, constantly staring at his surroundings, always possibly ambushed; Qinglong Daoren arranged for Heishanyang to harass him, appearing once every few days, not attacking, just probing, just playing.

Thus, Minghu Zhanglao was tormented to the point of exasperation; his true qi and spiritual power were devoured by the mist, yet he remained unaware.

By the time he realized, over half of his true qi had been consumed; this was still thanks to his having taken many elixirs to restore true qi—these days, the mere consumption of spirit stones had already surpassed his limit; spirit stones cannot be continually absorbed, and elixirs likewise cannot be continually taken.

"Hah, damn it, these people are truly disgusting; they just know how to harass me without lifting a finger, they want to wear me down to death."

"Cowardly scum, if you have the ability, come out and fight this Elder one-on-one."

Minghu Zhanglao was very angry; even if he lost, being outmatched and dying would be fine, but the opponent using this method is truly disgusting and also deadly.

The enemy's goal is obvious: to drag him out to death, letting him be gradually drained until he becomes a lamb awaiting slaughter.