Chapter 1732: The Secret of the Corpse‑Refining Sect, Corpse‑Born Lotus

Qinglong Daoren guessed the purpose of the Heavenly Capital Dragon King's coming to Longshe Shan: was it to see the main body? Or just to make small talk?

The Heavenly Capital Dragon King's thoughts are hard to fathom; this person hides himself well, but Qinglong Daoren can guess a bit: the Heavenly Capital Dragon King's body has mostly recovered, possibly the pills have run out, needing to exchange for more eighth-grade pills, or perhaps he came to thank the main body.

Either way, it's not a bad thing; the Heavenly Capital Dragon King isn't here to cause trouble, the matter of the main body and Diewumeng has been seen through—so what? From the Heavenly Capital Dragon King's attitude, he doesn't want to fixate on this; whoever controls the Mangshan Mountain Range is fine, as long as its stability is ensured, preferably as before, isolating Cangzhou and Lingzhou so the enemies on the Lingzhou side cannot enter Cangzhou.

This is the significance of the Mangshan Mountain Range's continued existence: it is a natural barrier preventing the forces on the Lingzhou side from immediately entering Cangzhou; one must cross the dangerous Mangshan Mountain Range. This is also why human sects like the Tian Du Men have kept the Mangshan Demon Palace.

Otherwise, they would have long since united to destroy the Mangshan Demon Palace; why keep them to wreak havoc on Cangzhou?

Each knows their own role and what they must do; maintaining this preserves the balance. Earlier, Zhang Mang was very sensible, not lightly disturbing Cangzhou and the Mangshan Mountain Range; that is why the Heavenly Capital Dragon King has always tolerated his existence.

"Your Excellency Dragon King, what brings you here this time? Just say it straight." Qinglong Daoren couldn't be bothered to continue small talk, nor to exchange pleasantries; he went straight to the point, otherwise, the Heavenly Capital Dragon King lingering on Longshe Shan would exert too much pressure on him.

Their strength gap is somewhat large; the aura emanating from the Heavenly Capital Dragon King makes him very uncomfortable.

Though both are of the True Dragon clan, differences in bloodline and strength need not be targeted; they emanate invisibly, enough to make one feel uneasy.

"Daoist Qinglong, don't be anxious; this time I have two matters to attend to."

The Heavenly Capital Dragon King raised a finger: "First, it's about the pills; the pills you traded before were excellent, both quality and efficacy, exactly to my liking; this time I came to trade a batch of pills with you."

"Preferably eighth-grade pills; I don't know if you still have any surplus eighth-grade pills."

He needs more eighth-grade pills to raise his cultivation; the Heavenly Capital Dragon King is ambitious, not wanting to stop at the Third Tribulation; he clearly aims to advance to a higher realm. Within the Tian Du Men, they cannot refine eighth-grade pills; even sixth-grade pills are scarce, let alone eighth-grade.

Within Cangzhou, those capable of refining eighth-grade pills can be counted on one hand; moreover, the pills produced by other alchemists are subpar, with too high a failure rate, which he cannot afford. Instead, the eighth-grade pills traded by Qinglong Daoren fall within his acceptable range.

Most importantly, each transaction yields pills, and even a bit more than he expected; such an alchemist he naturally likes, wishing to support him, and could not possibly offend him.

He once had that idea, but later gave it up; Qinglong Daoren is not an eighth-grade alchemist—that person is Chen Chuyang, whose strength is formidable; he lacks confidence to subdue him, and every time he sees Chen Chuyang, his scalp goes numb.

"I see, eighth-grade pills? Heavenly Capital Dragon King Pill?" Qinglong Daoren let out a breath and asked quietly.

"Any will do; the Heavenly Capital Dragon King Pill is fine, other eighth-grade pills are fine, preferably pills that can boost cultivation." The Heavenly Capital Dragon King was utterly blunt, not hiding his aim.

The Third Tribulation seems strong, but actually insufficient; before, there was no way—could not heal the body, nor raise cultivation, merely scraping by.

Now it's different; with Chen Chuyang as an alchemist, how could the Heavenly Capital Dragon King rest?

He is unwilling to spend his whole life like this; the Tribulation Realm is strong, yet still not enough.

Cangzhou's strength is inherently weaker than other prefectures; his power can suppress Cangzhou, but to confront Lingzhou directly is still insufficient.

"If it's eighth-grade pills, I indeed still have some; do you, Daoist friend?"

"Here you go." The Heavenly Capital Dragon King was very courteous, directly tossing a storage bag to Qinglong Daoren, containing his gathered materials, and handed over a portion.

Qinglong Daoren glanced at it, overjoyed.

He collected it without showing emotion, then produced the Five Poison Dragon Snake Pill, the Dragon King Pill, and the remaining Heavenly Capital Dragon King Pills in his hand, and handed them over.

These pills, Qinglong Daoren already has a share; unwilling to give them, but helpless— the Heavenly Capital Dragon King gave too much; he needs these materials, and the main body does too.

As for the pills, he can request them from the main body; giving this batch of materials to the main body lets him research more eighth-grade pill formulas without worrying about materials.

"Your Excellency Heavenly Capital Dragon King, these are the eighth-grade pills for you, this is the Five Poison Dragon Snake Pill..."

Qinglong Daoren explained the efficacy and precautions of these pills; after finishing, the Heavenly Capital Dragon King stowed them away, feeling very pleased.

"Refreshing, Daoist friend." The Heavenly Capital Dragon King exclaimed excitedly; he likes trading with Qinglong Daoren—what's there is there, what's not isn't, no riddles.

Nor would he swallow your materials; face‑to‑face trade is clear, and if none are available, he'll set a deadline, after which one can naturally come to collect the pills—this credibility, Qinglong Daoren possesses.

The Heavenly Capital Dragon King thought he'd have to wait a while, but unexpectedly got it in hand right away; naturally he was delighted.

At the same time, it let him know that this person certainly still has surplus eighth-grade pills; indirectly, it shows Chen Chuyang is not ordinary—having so many eighth-grade pills, his alchemical skill grows ever more refined.

"Your Excellency Dragon King is no outsider; if others came to trade, not even eighth‑grade, not even sixth‑grade pills would be available." Qinglong Daoren spoke frankly: you, Heavenly Capital Dragon King, are an old customer, hence this treatment.

Others would not receive this treatment; they'd have to wait, and not just anyone can trade with him.

"I naturally know; thank you, Qinglong Daoren, for your generosity." The Heavenly Capital Dragon King naturally understood this; if others came, they couldn't obtain so many eighth‑grade pills—only he has this qualification.

Qinglong Daoren's meaning is clear: we are friends, not enemies.

Trade proceeds normally; in the future, if anything is needed, one can seek him, and as long as he can do it, it can be accomplished.

Their cooperation benefits both sides.

"If there's nothing, Your Excellency Dragon King, you're straightforward, and I naturally will be too." Qinglong Daoren said with a smile: "Your Excellency Dragon King, then what is your second purpose for this visit?"

The Heavenly Capital Dragon King lowered his voice, lips moving: "I don't know if Daoist Qinglong is interested in Holy Medicine."

"Holy Medicine?" Qinglong Daoren's face changed; his eyes locked on the Heavenly Capital Dragon King, his heart stopped beating for a few seconds before quickly resuming.

"Your Excellency Dragon King, do you have Holy Medicine?"