Chapter 1893

Kid, the kid you've had me watching has news—he's settled around Longshe Shan. This kid seems unwilling to leave; it looks like everything he said is true, representing that the Azure Heaven Sect behind him has come to besiege the Kunpeng Guardian. But, with just him alone, how could he possibly do that?

A few days ago, that kid brought a fellow sect junior disciple, who seems also a Holy Son, with decent strength and talent. If we could eat him, it'd benefit me. Kid, you say if I ate him, would anything happen?

Heishanyang dislikes people from the Azure Heaven Sect; upon meeting one, he just wants to eat them.

Qinglong Daoren pressed his hand down: 'Enough, don't act recklessly. As long as they're not coming for me, we don't need to worry. Biluochun this kid is smart; he surely has a trump card, likely some Spiritual Artifact on him that can directly summon the sect's seniors here.'

As for the other disciple, you'd better hold back; don't always think of eating people. Once the battle starts, there'll be plenty of corpses—you can eat your fill.

Lingzhou's major powers have come, as has Cangzhou here. Diewumeng likely persuaded the Heavenly Capital Dragon King; the Heavenly Capital Dragon King going out can persuade others. By then, there won't be few Tribulation Realm experts here—knock down a few at random and you'll have enough to eat.

If things go smoothly, the Kunpeng Guardian can also be killed—wouldn't his massive flesh be enough for you to eat?

Heishanyang thought, then smiled: 'Seems so, indeed.'

Kid, you're right; we must do this, not ruin the plan for a moment's gluttony. By then, I… will definitely be full, but can't go hungry again.

Hehehe." Qinglong Daoren gave it a sideways glance, annoyed: "When have I ever starved you, Heishanyang? You can eat your food however, but you can't talk nonsense. Here, you eat your fill every day—pills, all kinds of spiritual medicines, or all kinds of spiritual fruits—when have you ever lacked?

Even if you returned to your own clan, you wouldn't have this treatment—probably not even half of it.

Hehehe." Heishanyang gave an embarrassed laugh, apologetic: "Wasn't that a slip of the tongue? Kid, don't get angry—I misspoke, I apologize to you."

This is indeed true—whether it's Qinglong Daoren or Chen Chuyang, they've never starved it; instead, they've fed it full, never worrying about food.

What Heishanyang wants to eat are Strong Ones; eating too many pills makes one tired and greasy, needing a change of flavor.

Isn't it just that I'm craving them? The taste of Strong Ones is different, something pills can't provide.

I'm craving them, and you know it—thinking about having to wait so many days, I can't wait any longer.

Heishanyang quickly gave a shallow smile, but couldn't offend Qinglong Daoren; now this kid's strength has increased, he can suppress him, and the invisible pressure he exudes makes Heishanyang very wary, unable to be as he was a few years ago.

Their identities and strengths differ; Heishanyang has lost the capital for arrogance, mainly because Qinglong Daoren improved too much, catching it off guard.

Next time don't talk nonsense—I wouldn't mind beating you up." Qinglong Daoren lowered his eyes, warning Heishanyang.

Got it, kid." Heishanyang's expression turned stern; he didn't dare keep moving or acting recklessly—this is extremely deadly. Qinglong Daoren has always wanted to beat him up, but before his strength was inferior, Heishanyang always dodged Qinglong Daoren, so he never succeeded.

Nowadays, it can't dodge; after Qinglong Daoren advanced to the Tribulation Realm, his strength has been completely overturned.

Right, Qinglong kid, by then you're sure to stay? The Kunpeng Guardian is strong—we're not afraid, but what about them?" Heishanyang looked at Xinran Zhanglao and those people; these few women are all Chen Chuyang's women—if they continued to stay on Longshe Shan, it'd be dangerous.

They cannot protect them; the Formation of Longshe Shan is strong, but there is still risk.

How strong the true form of the Kunpeng Guardian is, they only know a little; they haven't even touched it, so naturally they aren't clear about it, lacking confidence; Heishanyang fears that something might happen to those few of them, while others dying is just death, it doesn't care.

「When the time comes, you just swallow them, keep them with you; in this battle, you don't need to intervene, just hide. 」

「After the battle ends, you appear again, understand? 」 Qinglong Daoren instructed, this is the best method, sending them back to that world, unscientific.

Xinran Zhanglao and the others don't want to go back; facing Shang Hongxue, they are still apprehensive; precisely, they don't know how to face Long Ming and the others.

Also, the people of the Spirit Sword Sect, his disciple Chen Churan, Bai Xinlan's words, they haven't fully committed; if she learns about that world, her thoughts will surely change.

In short, there are many factors; only Heishanyang can bring them to hide.

「This... 」 Heishanyang frowned and said: 「I can bring them, I'm worried they won't leave. 」

「Don't worry, I'll notify them. 」 Qinglong Daoren pressed his hand, indicating Heishanyang need not be nervous.

「Alright. 」 Heishanyang could only agree; besides it, no one could guarantee the safety of those few, and Qinglong Daoren also didn't trust others.

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Outside

Inside the Formation

Biluochun and Yimeng Han sat together; their attitudes were completely opposite, no longer the initial hostility, but instead they chatted and laughed.

「Yimeng Han, you don't want to know the secret of my rapid cultivation increase, do you? Here. 」

Biluochun handed him a pill, a seventh-grade pill, the Qinglong Taishui Pill, which was concocted by Qinglong Daoren; after Yimeng Han received the pill, he examined it carefully, scrutinized it, looked it over many times.

Finally, he put it down, his expression excited, and said: 「A seventh-grade pill, and moreover an exceptional one among seventh-grade pills; Biluochun, where did you get this pill? 」

「Even in Lingzhou, no pill refiner can concoct a pill of this grade; you this... 」

Biluochun laughed and said: 「Since you like it so much, I'll give you this pill. 」

He waved his hand, utterly indifferent, as if the pill weren't precious, as if he could give it away casually.

Yimeng Han opened his eyes wide, incredulously gazing at Biluochun, his lips trembling as he said: 「Give... give... give it to me? Are you sure? 」

He was too excited, asking again to make sure Biluochun wasn't joking or speaking nonsense.

Biluochun nodded: 「Not bad, it's for you, consider it a gift. 」

As a senior brother, giving a junior brother a pill is no problem.

「This... this is too precious; I... feel unworthy to accept it. 」 Yimeng Han said this with his mouth, but his hand gripped the pill, unwilling to let go.

「Alright, stop pretending; take it, the pills I give out aren't taken back, you can relax. 」 Biluochun looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a country bumpkin, with the appearance of never having seen the world, truly laughable.