Chapter 1792: Formula for the Silent Lotus Corpse‑Transforming Pill

The Corpse-born Lotus was placed with Chen Chuyang; the Heavenly Capital Dragon King felt relieved. If it were anyone else, he would surely not let go easily, nor would he trust the other party to hand over the Holy Medicine. Chen Chuyang's words are different; he is trustworthy.

Holy Pills aren't easy to refine; having one in hand doesn't help if there's no one to make pills. Those pill refiners in Cangzhou aren't qualified to touch the Corpse-born Lotus, nor to refine Holy Pills; their pill‑refining skill is truly poor, yet they're unusually arrogant, thinking they're very capable. The Heavenly Capital Dragon King doesn't want to deal with them now, but before he had no choice—he had to use them.

Nowadays there's a better choice, and it's very convenient—just give the thing to Chen Chuyang; the rest needs no worry from him. No matter how long the wait, Chen Chuyang will state the duration in advance; it will be exactly that many days, never exceeding that point.

As for Holy Pills, they're not easy to refine; Chen Chuyang can't give an exact time, only saying he'll notify when success is achieved. The Heavenly Capital Dragon King understands this, doesn't urge Chen Chuyang—slower is fine; he can wait decades or even centuries, even a few hundred years pose no problem.

After all, that's a Holy Pill—not something ordinary pills can compare to. A Holy Pill is a shackle, separating pill refiners from one another; any pill refiner capable of refining Holy Pills is a treasure worshipped by all kinds of strong ones. One must not offend them in the slightest, nor let them lose even a hair.

However long Chen Chuyang says, that's how long it will be; the Heavenly Capital Dragon King won't urge or rush him. Once the Holy Pill is refined, he couldn't easily digest it—using a Holy Pill with his current cultivation would be wasteful, wouldn't it?

Not being in a hurry to use it means not being in a hurry to obtain it; besides, they merely have the Corpse-born Lotus in hand, the formula hasn't been found yet. The Heavenly Capital Dragon King next needs to find the treasury of the Corpse Refining Sect and locate the formula for the Corpse-born Lotus.

"Fellow Daoist, you have the Corpse-born Lotus in hand, but the formula hasn't been found—I haven't found it either. Based on my guess, the formula for the Corpse-born Lotus lies inside the treasury of the Corpse Refining Sect. I will send people to search; as soon as it's found, I'll definitely send it to you."

"No problem; I'll wait for your good news at Longshe Shan." Chen Chuyang smiled and nodded. He wasn't in a rush to look for the Corpse-born Lotus's formula; this matter could be left to the Heavenly Capital Dragon King. Having obtained the Corpse-born Lotus, he needed to leave this place quickly.

The Heavenly Capital Dragon King naturally understood Chen Chuyang's thinking, urged him to leave, and said the rest could be left to him, guaranteeing he'd find the Corpse-born Lotus's formula.

"I'll handle this, fellow Daoist, rest easy." The Heavenly Capital Dragon King nodded. After continuous battles, his consumption was not small; he had taken a few pills to recover part of his cultivation, yet he still couldn't be careless.

"If that's the case, then I'll leave now; we'll talk properly later." Chen Chuyang nodded to the Heavenly Capital Dragon King, then glanced at Heishanyang and Lian Hongchen. Heishanyang furtively swallowed the Black Wood Coffin, probably belonging to Lian Hongchen.

"Are you two coming back with me, or staying here?"

Heishanyang was agitated; it understood what Chen Chuyang meant—that he feared the Heavenly Capital Dragon King would treat it as an enemy to eliminate. It quickly nodded: "Kid, we'll go back with you."

Lian Hongchen naturally had no chance to speak; whatever Heishanyang said was what went.

Chen Chuyang nodded: "Follow me, don't lose sight of me."

"Yes." Heishanyang nodded knowingly, but dared not say anything else—the Heavenly Capital Dragon King was watching them; if they didn't leave with Chen Chuyang, they'd surely be captured and subjected to harsh interrogation.

Diewumeng naturally needed no words; she stayed by Chen Chuyang's side, linked arms with him again. The affairs here were over; she too should return.

"Madam, you still have much to do; why not finish your affairs before coming back with me?" Chen Chuyang thought of something, stopped, turned his head, and asked.

Diewumeng blinked; in an instant she grasped Chen Chuyang's meaning, quickly released his hand: "Understood, husband; I'll come find you later."

"Fine, no problem."

Chen Chuyang hastily led Heishanyang and Lian Hongchen out of the cave heaven; this cave heaven could no longer hold out, and it was time to leave. Diewumeng stayed behind. Inside the cave heaven, only the Heavenly Capital Dragon King and Diewumeng remained, facing each other for a while before the Dragon King spoke: "Fellow Daoist Diewumeng, I never expected you to……"

That gentle appearance, that gaze—too intriguing.

Completely unlike Diewumeng's usual self; before Chen Chuyang she was a pampered little girl, but before me she is that icy Mangshan Demon Emperor—this shift in attitude is utterly thorough.

Diewumeng gave the Heavenly Capital Dragon King a white look and urged: "Your Majesty the Heavenly Capital Dragon King, cut the chatter—let's get moving. First find the formula for the Silent Lotus Corpse‑Transforming Pill; we can't have the Corpse-born Lotus in hand yet lack the formula. If we want to obtain the Holy Pill quickly, we must speed up the search for the formula."

"Without the formula, my husband can't refine pills, nor can he deduce it. You know, deducing a Holy Pill's formula is extremely difficult; my husband simply can't work out a Holy Pill's formula."

"Understood." The Heavenly Capital Dragon King nodded seriously. He knew this well: to deduce a Holy Pill's formula requires countless years of accumulation and innumerable attempts, consuming immeasurable essence and spirit. Even a pill refiner like Chen Chuyang would find it no easy task to deduce a Holy Pill's formula.

At minimum it takes decades—no food, no drink, just constant deduction. Only with good luck can one succeed; with bad luck, continual failure will deeply crush confidence, and a slight misstep can cause collapse.

How many pill refiners have gone berserk from cultivation deviation, ultimately perishing and losing their Dao.

The two began searching, combing every inch of the cave heaven—above, below, even beneath the Myriad Calamity Corpse Refining Grand Formation—leaving no spot unchecked. This is a huge undertaking; even with their cultivation, it will take some time.

After three days, they still hadn't found it; the cave heaven was on the verge of collapse.

Without the Corpse King's repair and support, this ramshackle cave heaven had reached its limit.

"The cave heaven is about to collapse, Your Majesty the Heavenly Capital Dragon King; the formula for the Silent Lotus Corpse‑Transforming Pill is probably not inside, but outside." Diewumeng guessed.

"Let's keep looking; I have a feeling the formula for the Silent Lotus Corpse‑Transforming Pill is right here—we must have missed something." The Heavenly Capital Dragon King refused to give up, continuing the search; he felt the formula had to be here, not outside. Following Bai Zhongsheng's caution, he would surely have placed the formula in the safest spot.

Outside is too dangerous—anyone could find it at any moment; only here, only he could enter.

"Then let's keep looking."