Covering the Sky: A Guide to Proving the Dao Without Cheats

Chapter 117 Reunion with Duan De

Upon hearing this name, the originally positive and energetic "Little Luo Heng" instantly lost his enthusiasm.

Of course, with Little Luo Heng losing his spirit, Big Luo Heng's intelligence regained its high ground, and he began to seriously consider how this guy, Duan De, dared to openly come to the Yao Guang Holy Land.

Upon further reflection, he realized: it was probably a Daoist incarnation.

Luo Heng coughed twice, dressed himself properly, and then instructed, "Holy Maiden Yao Xi, please invite that Daoist Duan over for a chat."

Seeing his sanctimonious appearance, Yao Xi cursed inwardly, but still turned and left the Holy Son's Hall.

A moment later, Yao Xi led a plump Taoist priest in yellow robes into the hall. Luo Heng couldn't help but look Duan De up and down.

Duan De also scrutinized him intently.

"I've heard that Saint Luo hails from the Lingxu Grotto-heaven in the Southern Region of the Eastern Wilderness?" Duan De asked, squinting his small eyes. "I wonder if Saint Luo has ever been to the nearby Wei Capital?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Heng smiled strangely and didn't mince words: "Yes, this Holy Son did indeed go there. I was quite lucky; I even found half of an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon there."

Upon hearing this, Duan De's expression changed drastically, and he jumped up on the spot: "You damned Heavenly Venerable! So it really was you, you brat, who plotted against me! This isn't over! Your Yao Guang Holy Land, Ling Xu Cave Heaven, and even your Luo family's ancestral graves—I'll dig them all up one by one!"

Luo Heng's face darkened. Although he wasn't afraid of his ancestral graves being dug up, this fatso's words were just too infuriating.

He couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

"Master, that jar lid is a weapon of evil; you cannot subdue it. I was afraid that it would harm you, so I specially collected it to suppress it for you."

Duan De became even angrier upon hearing this: "Screw you! That's the lid of the Devouring Demon Jar! Half a Supreme Emperor Weapon, do you need to suppress it for me? Do you think we're that close?"

Luo Heng still smiled and said, "Daoist Master, although we're not familiar with each other, it's fate that we met—otherwise, how could I have run into you?"

"Besides, when I helped the Taoist priest suppress that evil weapon last time, I did a divination: when we meet again, I will definitely bring you great fortune."

"Impermissible Heavenly Venerable, may you be blessed—" Duan De cursed, but suddenly stopped halfway through.

Why does this sound so familiar?

He thought about it carefully, then his expression turned strange: "Wait, what's your relationship with that kid with the Ancient Sacred Body?"

Luo Heng's smile grew even brighter: "Oh, Daoist Master, you remember now? Then let me introduce you—that young man with the Ancient Sacred Body is named Ye Fan, he is my brother, my dearest friend and family."

"I only took the Taoist priest's things back then, and I didn't kill you with a single blow. This shows that I, the Holy Son, am kind-hearted and magnanimous."

Duan De was completely silenced.

Upon closer reflection—it seems I was the one who started it by taking something from someone else's friend. So, their retaliation is indeed understandable.

Shouldn't he be thanking them for sparing his life now?

Duan De's face alternated between pale and flushed, muttering curses under his breath. Finally, he gritted his teeth and yelled, "You damned Heavenly Venerable! I only took a few spirit weapons from that kid, and you—you stole half of my Supreme Emperor Weapon and that drop of Azure Emperor's blood!"

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, then, with a quick glint in his eye, he tentatively suggested, "How about this—I'll return your weapon, and you return my things too?"

His response was Luo Heng's two cold laughs.

Duan De stomped his feet in frustration, muttering, "Didn't you say you knew our reunion would bring me benefits? The benefits are—you won't kill my physical body?"

Luo Heng feigned surprise and waved his hand, "How could that be? I truly admire Master Duan's skills. The benefits I'm talking about are certainly not like that."

He paused, then smiled meaningfully: "Isn't the Taoist priest curious why I drained all the blood from your body after I took the item?"

Duan De's face darkened even more: "Damn you, Heavenly Venerable! Yes! Taking the things is one thing, but why did you have to stab two holes in my neck? It made me think I was really attacked by zombies!"

Seeing him jumping and hopping with anger, Luo Heng quickly gestured for him to calm down, then explained, "Ahem—the reason I drew Master Duan's blood is because I accidentally discovered that his blood is very special, naturally having a suppressive effect on evil spirits. Coincidentally, our Yao Guang Holy Land is going to refine a powerful treasure specifically targeting evil spirits, so I took some—"

"You damned Heavenly Venerable! You call that taking a little? You've drained this Daoist priest dry!"

"Ahem! Daoist Master, please calm down. This is my first time doing something like this, I have no experience, and I was a little too rough—"

Luo Heng coughed twice. "Well, let's get back to business. The good fortune I mentioned is that our Yao Guang Holy Land still needs the Daoist's blood and is willing to pay a high price for it."

Upon hearing this, Duan De, who was furious, instantly calmed down, his small eyes darting left and right.

His first thought was: Could it be that the Holy Land of Yaoguang is going to use his blood to cast a curse on him?

But then he thought, his blood had already been collected, so selling more wouldn't matter. Besides, his blood had a suppressive effect on evil spirits, something he knew himself; many of the treasures he possessed had been blessed with his blood.

Thinking about it that way, this deal is feasible. It's just the price...

The two began to haggle, and finally settled on a price that was barely satisfactory to both of them.

They agreed to meet again at the same time tomorrow, when Duan De's other body, carrying blood, would come to complete the transaction.

The next day, Duan De arrived as promised. The two met in the Holy Son's Hall, both with smiles on their faces.

With a wave of his hand, Luo Heng conjured a massive scale in the center of the hall.

"Master Duan," he pointed, "please place your blood on this end, and I will pay you with Source Stones based on the weight."

Duan De glanced at the huge scale with a smile, his eye twitching involuntarily. He then casually looked away, took out a stone bowl, and slowly poured the bright red blood into one side of the scale.

After pouring, Luo Heng stepped forward and added weights to the other end. Once the weights were balanced, he glanced at it and laughed, "Wow, that's quite a lot, almost a thousand catties. I'll charge the Taoist priest a thousand catties."

Duan De nodded calmly: "Sure, no problem."

Luo Heng smiled with satisfaction, then made a hand seal, sending out a beam of white light that entered the blood on the other side of the scale.

The next moment, a huge phantom of a wild boar suddenly emerged from the crimson blood, grunting as it dissipated into the air.

Luo Heng's smile froze on his face instantly.

He turned to look at Duan De, a half-smile on his face: "I never imagined that Daoist Duan was actually a demon in human form? My apologies, my apologies."

Duan De's expression froze, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes. But he immediately straightened his face, took a few steps forward, and drew a few lines in the air, which landed on the balance scale.

The previously balanced scales suddenly tilted—the side containing blood slammed to the ground, while the weight on the other side was thrown into the air, landing with a loud thud, rolling twice, and going further and further away.

The two looked down at the weights rolling away, their expressions somewhat stiff.

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