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

Chapter 118 The Feng Shui of the Tomb of the Tribulation-Transcending Celestial Venerable is Problematic

Duan De spoke first, saying sarcastically, "I never imagined that the Dao pattern array within the mighty Yao Guang Holy Land would have such a huge flaw! Making the gravity so unbalanced—your Yao Guang Holy Land's array masters are truly a bunch of incompetent fools!"

Luo Heng's expression froze for a moment, then he put on a smiling face: "Yes, yes, our Yao Guang Holy Land's array masters are really incompetent. They can't even handle such a small matter properly. We must thank Daoist Duan for his help in correcting them."

As he spoke, he actually cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Duan De.

Duan De's expression stiffened, but he forced a smile: "Then I must thank the Holy Son. I was in such a hurry this time that I mixed up the blood of the monster I hunted with my own blood. Fortunately, the Holy Son is so skillful that he could tell the difference at a glance—otherwise, if I had really taken the wrong one, it would have been my fault."

After saying that, he smiled and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Luo Heng.

The two exchanged a knowing smile, inwardly cursing, "Despicable!"

"Shameless!"

Laughing for a moment, feeling a bit sore-faced, Luo Heng said, "If Daoist Duan didn't bring his own blood today, how about we reschedule the transaction for another day?"

Duan De quickly waved his hand, "I brought it, I brought it, I just took the wrong one." As he spoke, he took out another jade bowl and handed it over.

Luo Heng took it, cursing inwardly: "Despicable and shameless old fox."

After checking and confirming that it was indeed Duan De's blood, he waved his hand and scattered a patch of Dao patterns, instantly making the ground, which had been unbalanced by spatial gravity, smooth again.

After resetting the scales and weighing the items, Luo Heng handed over a storage bag woven from an unknown type of silk.

Duan De took the bag full of Originium, glanced at the scales, and cursed inwardly: "Insidious and hypocritical little fox."

"Pooh!"

They both inwardly despised each other before smiling and saying goodbye, agreeing on a time for their next transaction.

Before leaving, Luo Heng added, "By the way, Master Duan, could we trade something else next time? Like your hands, feet, or something?"

Duan De refused on the spot.

But as Luo Heng gradually increased the price, he finally couldn't resist saying, "If it's just a few fingers, then I might consider it."

After that, Duan De would come to trade with Luo Heng every seven days.

One month later, Luo Heng sat alone in the Hall of the Holy Son of Yao Guang, staring at a chubby human hand on the low table in front of him, his face full of joy. His expression was just like that of Yoshikage Kira.

At this moment, Yao Xi pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing this scene, his eyes twitched involuntarily, but he still forced himself to ask, "Holy Son, who exactly is that fat Taoist priest? Why did you trade his blood, and—this limb?"

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She paused, a hint of pain in her voice: "And the price is so high, one transaction could almost buy one—"

"It's a little medicinal herb king."

Luo Heng continued to examine the severed hand without looking up: "You're all talk and no action. What do you know? Even if we traded the Little Medicine King for it, we'd still be making a huge profit."

Yao Xi's eyes flashed, and she stepped forward, sitting down next to Luo Heng. She grabbed his arm, shook it gently, and said coquettishly, "Oh? That's amazing! Can you tell me what secret is hidden in that fat Taoist's blood?"

Luo Heng felt the soft touch on his arm, narrowed his eyes, and explained half-jokingly, "There's nothing I can't say. That fat Taoist priest has a special constitution; his flesh and blood naturally have a restraining effect on evil spirits and ghosts."

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"I need to collect his blood so that I can create a treasure specifically designed to subdue ghosts."

He paused, then glanced at Yao Xi with a half-smile: "Of course, his blood alone is not very effective; it needs to be processed using special methods."

So—you shouldn't even think about it.

Yao Xi, whose thoughts had been exposed, choked, snorted, shook off his arm, stood up and walked out.

Just as she reached the door, it was pushed open again—Hongling walked in.

She glanced at the two people inside the hall, then bowed her head respectfully and said, "Holy Son, that Taoist priest surnamed Duan has come again."

Luo Heng raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help but smile: "Please come in."

He then glanced at Yao Xi and waved his hand, signaling her to leave quickly.

Yao Xi snorted coldly, stomped her foot, swayed her slender waist, turned around and quickly left the Holy Son's Palace.

"Hey, this little vixen," Luo Heng muttered discontentedly, "likes to grunt, huh? Tonight I'll let you grunt like a pig to your heart's content."

After saying that, he looked down at the severed hand on the table again, and a smile appeared on his lips once more.

"Duan De, is it? The Tribulation Transcending Celestial Venerable, is it? You bastard, I, Luo Heng, have you cornered. Even Shi Hao couldn't stop you, I'm telling you!"

After muttering to himself, he retrieved his severed hand back into the Great Luo Heaven and waited expectantly for Duan De to enter.

A short while later, a fat Taoist priest with a pale face and dark circles under his eyes walked in.

Luo Heng's eyebrows twitched, but his face was full of smiles as he went to greet him: "Master Duan, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? This won't do! Come, come, this is some Yaochi Divine Spring water that I obtained by chance before. It has excellent nourishing effects on the body."

He said with concern, "Look at your dark circles, it's obvious you're having trouble sleeping. Remember to drink a cup of warm spring water before bed, and you'll feel better soon."

Although Duan De was quite speechless at the term "insomnia," he still reached out and accepted the bottle of divine spring water, thinking it was free.

He casually replied, "Yes, yes, I haven't been sleeping well lately."

After saying that, he stopped talking about it and directly took out a large bottle of red blood and handed it to Luo Heng.

Luo Heng accepted it with a smile and began the inspection process.

It's no wonder he was suspicious, because he had previously discovered that Duan De was trying to pass off cow blood as genuine.

All I can say is that this fatso is truly heartless.

Duan De stood aside, waiting for Luo Heng to inspect him, while he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Holy Son Luo Heng, I haven't been feeling well lately. Although I've eaten a lot of nourishing foods, I still feel extremely weak."

At the price you're offering—I can only do ten more transactions at most, after which I'll have to take a break.

Luo Heng didn't even look up, his tone relaxed: "It's alright, it's alright. Master Duan, making money is important, but your health is even more important. Just ten times, after that you can rest."

But in his heart he was thinking: It would be a miracle if it could be repaired. The blood flowing in your veins appears to be that of an ordinary Dao Palace Realm cultivator, but its essence is Emperor Blood!

Once it's lost, you can only rely on your own recovery ability to slowly heal it. The little bit of Dao Palace or Four Extremes level tonics you take are of no use at all.

Looks like this fat guy's almost bald from all the squeezing. Yeah, squeez him ten more times, then let him rest for a while. Sigh!

I'm just a kind-hearted person.

Seeing Luo Heng's attitude, Duan De nodded in satisfaction, then casually added, "By the way, is there something wrong with the feng shui of the great tomb of the Tribulation-Transcending Celestial Venerable under your Yao Guang Holy Land?"

Having just finished checking and confirming that Duan De hadn't played any tricks this time, Luo Heng was about to hand over the Originium bag when he heard this and his hand involuntarily froze.

He remained expressionless and casually inquired, "What do you mean by that, Master Duan?"

As Duan De reached out to take it, he lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "You don't know? Every time I've been to Yaoguang, I feel like something unclean has been attracted here."

Especially recently, I've probably had too much blood drawn, and my Yang energy is a bit weak. I keep having dreams at night—dreaming that I've become a Heavenly Venerable who has transcended tribulation, and that I'm wreaking havoc in the mythological era.

As he spoke, a look of rapture appeared on his face, as if he were still savoring the scene from his dream.

Luo Heng's hand, tightly gripping the bag of source stones, froze in mid-air.

—Is this a warning?

This is practically a warning!

I, Luo Heng, the dignified Holy Son of Yao Guang, the successor of the Ruthless Man, the successor of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, and the future brother-in-law of the Heavenly Emperor Ye, would I be afraid of you, a mere Tribulation Transcending Heavenly Venerable?

This deal is something I, Luo Heng, would rather—

—It's no longer going on.

Thinking of this, Luo Heng slowly pulled the Origin Stone back into his hand.

Duan De had already grabbed the other end of the storage bag, looking astonished: "Holy Son, what do you mean by this? You've already accepted all the goods."

As he spoke, he began to pull back with force.

"Ahem," Luo Heng coughed twice, "Um—Master Duan, I suddenly remembered, our Yao Guang sect wants to refine that treasure, and we seem to have enough blood. How about we call off the deal today?"

As he spoke, he began to pull back with more force.

"How can your Yao Guang Holy Land be so untrustworthy?" Duan De was shocked. "I brought everything, and you just say you won't do the deal? No way, this deal has to be done today!" He then began to exert his strength.

The two of them started competing with each other.

In the end, Luo Heng, who had the advantage in physique, exerted his strength and pulled the other person down hard, thus snatching the bag of source stones back.

He then ignored Duan De's grimacing expression and, without saying a word, shoved the can of blood back into the other man's arms.

"Well, Master Duan, take these back for now. We can trade them later if needed."

"No—" Duan De cried out anxiously, "I've already bled out, what am I going to do if you don't want it?"

Luo Heng said matter-of-factly, "They've been released? Then let's drink them back."

"Drink it back?"

Duan De felt like there was something wrong with his ears—could he really drink back the blood that had been released? Did he think it was like drinking plain water?

"If you don't like the taste," Luo Heng thoughtfully added, "you can eat it as blood tofu."

Duan De was so choked by these words that his blood boiled, his face turned red, and his lips trembled for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

No matter how much Duan De pleaded and begged, Luo Heng remained adamant about not making a deal.

Enraged, Duan De turned and walked out, cursing under his breath.

Just as he reached the door, Luo Heng suddenly called out to him again: "Ahem—Master Duan, we won't trade the blood, but we can still talk about other things, right?"

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Upon hearing this, Duan De's previously dark face broke into a smile. He immediately turned around and asked, "Holy Son Luo Heng, what else would you like to trade?"

"It's nothing serious," Luo Heng said slowly. "I've heard that Master Duan is an expert in the excavation and preservation of ancient relics, so he must have seen many corpses in ancient tombs."

The corpses that have survived to this day are mostly those with special physical conditions, right?

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