Chapter 127: Zhuge Ruolan?

Seeing that his older brother still wanted to continue the test, which might damage Longshe Shan's terrain, Chen Chuyang couldn't let him keep destroying it, so he quickly spoke up to stop him: "Enough, big brother, that's about enough; this place of mine can't withstand your destruction—I'll have to pay for it."

The first two sentences, Chen Chusheng treated as if he hadn't heard them, completely like wind in his ears; but upon hearing the two words "compensation," he instantly shuddered, his whole spirit lifted, he forcibly stopped his continuing test motion, and quickly put away his gauntlets.

The excitement had passed, and he laughed, saying: "I was just too excited a moment ago and couldn't control myself; sorry, little brother."

Knowing one's mistakes and being able to correct them is the greatest virtue.

Such an older brother is fine, but when it's time to pay, one still has to pay.

"Come, big brother, let's settle the accounts."

"Huh?" Chen Chusheng exclaimed in surprise: "What accounts?"

He wanted to feign madness and ignorance, not look at the accounts, and didn't want to pay—he had no money, not a single coin.

Chen Chuyang looked at his older brother with a grin, saying nothing, arms crossed, watching to see what trick he would pull.

After a while, Chen Chusheng realized he couldn't bluff his way through, so he had to look at the accounts; glancing at them, it was over a hundred spirit stones—not many—and he felt relieved inside, indeed it was his younger brother, who wouldn't keep squeezing him.

"Here you go, we're even now."

After giving over a hundred spirit stones, Chen Chusheng breathed a sigh of relief; fortunately, at this moment his brother didn't open his mouth wide like a lion, otherwise he'd have to admit it even if he didn't want to.

Watching his spirit stones about to be emptied, with little left, Chen Chusheng felt a bit sad and also troubled; the little money he had earned painstakingly from tasks was just gone, not worth spending.

The clan's tasks haven't had their prices raised for a long time; the rates are too low, so when he returns he must get his father to increase them properly.

"Not yet."

Chen Chuyang then produced a second account.

Now Chen Chusheng was dumbfounded.

"There's a second one?"

"Doesn't that mean there are third, fourth, and so on—endless?"

"'Chuyang, you can't keep squeezing me like this—I really have no money left.'"

"'With so much money, how can I pay you back? How about this: I'll stay and work for you to repay the debt.'"

Chen Chusheng sat on the ground, displeased—no money, but he still had his life.

Chen Chuyang also felt helpless; if he stayed, there would only be destruction, no good outcome—for him as well.

Moreover, Chen Chuyang didn't want to stay; if he did, his parents would surely come looking for him, and he'd feel uncomfortable.

"'That's the last one, there's nothing more.'"

Chen Chusheng, seeing the goal achieved, gritted his teeth and produced over a hundred spirit stones, reluctantly handing them to Chen Chuyang, not forgetting to say: "We agreed—after this there's nothing more; even if there were, I wouldn't acknowledge it."

Having received the spirit stones, Chen Chuyang could only stop here; he couldn't keep squeezing him—this older brother had learned to be a rascal.

He'd threaten to stay over nothing; Chen Chusheng didn't want to remain here as a slave.

Both of them shared the same thought.

"'Alright, I'm leaving—thanks this time.'"

Close brothers, settle the accounts clearly.

Chen Chuyang helplessly waved his hand; this older brother really is something, not honest at all.

He knew his older brother definitely still had spirit stones hidden away—he had hoarded many, just refusing to take them out.

Every time he comes he pretends to be poor; however, Chen Chuyang doesn't need to act—down the mountain, someone will naturally educate him.

"'It's getting late; why don't you stay the night and head back tomorrow?'"

"'No thanks, I have my spiritual artifact in hand—no one can harm me yet.'"

The confident older brother departed, and Chen Chuyang didn't keep him; the brother's strength rose quickly, and upon seeing him again he had already advanced several realms, still holding the Azure Dragon Gauntlets, his danger level not high—moreover, this older brother is no hothouse flower; from childhood he's faced all kinds of slaughter, and truly fears no evil spirits.

It was night, still dangerous, so Chen Chuyang still needed to give a few words of caution.

"'One still needs to be careful; lately the vicinity of Longshe Shan hasn't been peaceful.'"

"'Fine.' Chen Chusheng said before leaving, turning back: 'In a few days I'll bring people to clear out those little pests nearby.'"

"'Good.'"

The older brother descended the mountain.

Chen Chuyang watched him go, able to sense his brother's condition—no danger encountered.

In another direction of Longshe Shan, a woman slowly appeared.

She raised her hand and touched the formation.

There was no obstruction, yet there was still a sense of isolation.

Before her hand could even reach in, danger appeared, and Zhuge Ruolan swiftly pulled her hand back.

"'The formation is not bad—it actually managed to threaten me; it seems this place is not simple.'"

"'The one who set up this formation is no ordinary person either; Jiang Ming's death was not unjust.'"

"'Chen Clan's Chen Chuyang, is he up there?'"

"'Longshe Shan, an important site of the Chen Clan, yet no one is stationed to guard it—that's strange.'"

She stepped forward, entering Longshe Shan.

In the mist, Zhuge Ruolan's figure gradually emerged; around her was nothing but white haze.

The whole world had changed; here only mist remained, nothing else.

The Flowing Water Mist Formation—mist blocks everything, cuts off perception; even spiritual perception lost its effect at this moment.

After Zhuge Ruolan tried it, her smile grew richer.

"'Does the mist devour souls? Once perception is sent out, it will be swiftly swallowed by these mists.'"

"'One can only rely on sight to judge, visibility is very low, and danger lurks within the mist.'"

"'Sword qi?'"

"'Besides the Mist Formation, this place also hides a Killing Formation—formidable.'"

Killing Formation, Mist Formation, Trapping Formation, a formation mixed together, she gradually saw it.

These formations are well blended; without close examination or familiarity with formations, one cannot see them clearly.

Zhuge Ruolan thought she had some understanding of formations, but could only see a rough outline.

"No wonder Jiang Ming fell here; no wonder he chose to self-destruct."

"Without self-destructing, there is no way to find the exit of this formation."

"However, trying to trap me to death is still too naive."

On Longshe Shan.

Chen Chuyang watched with interest as Zhuge Ruolan was inside the formation; her actions, all her thoughts, were seen by Chen Chuyang, as if watching a play, without the slightest anxiety.

He took out a spirit fruit, brewed a pot of tea, sat down, and slowly enjoyed it.

"Can you break my upgraded formation? Woman of the Yin Gui Sect."

As soon as this woman entered the formation, Chen Chuyang knew; his spiritual sense had already locked onto her.

A very interesting woman, more dangerous than Jiang Ming the Dharma Protector; the ghostly aura on her body is well concealed and deep, yet Chen Chuyang sensed her danger immediately; daring to come alone, it is obvious she is very confident in herself.

"Tonight will no longer be boring; fortunately, such a woman hasn't let the older brother encounter her."

If he encounters her, the older brother may suffer disaster.

This is also the older brother's fortune.

Time passed, minute by minute.

Chen Chuyang enjoyed the aroma of the spirit tea; the tea was fragrant, the spirit fruit tasted fresh and sweet, he ate them bite by bite, having eaten several spirit fruits and drunk much tea, yet Chen Chuyang still could not see Zhuge Ruolan break the formation.

Bored, he had no choice but to lie back, lying on the grass.

He closed his eyes and rested a little.

When he woke up, it was already morning of the next day.