Chapter 128: The Tragedy of Zhuge Ruolan

At the same time.

Chen Clan, after Chen Chusheng returned home, he experienced a life-and-death battle.

Okay, actually he was the only one getting beaten, the whole time getting beaten; father finished his turn, then it was mother's turn; the mother who was supposed to help him instead turned around and beat him; after the two finished, it became mixed doubles, beating together.

It lasted a whole night; the Chen Clan was filled with Chen Chusheng's wails, cries, and apologies, so loud that nobody in the Chen Clan could sleep, and they didn't dare to come to stop it—whoever came would die.

Dawn broke, Chen Chusheng lay on the ground, his body all swollen, his face swollen into a pig's face.

Bruised nose and swollen face, father struck his face; his most handsome face was beaten like this; later how would he face people? He had said, 'hit people but not the face; if you hit the face again, I'll turn against you.' But after he said that, father grabbed his face and beat him, still harshly.

Mother was the same, not hitting anywhere else, just punching and kicking the face; these two truly are a couple, doing everything the same, very scheming; Chen Chusheng again understood his younger brother's words: mother is the most scheming person in the Chen Clan, don't offend anyone, don't offend mother, otherwise you won't even know how you die.

All that can be said is that the younger brother's saying's value is still rising.

"Good son, next time don't steal, okay?"

Chen Yuan, rubbing his hands, reached out, demanding the remaining materials; after refining spiritual artifacts, plenty of materials were left; these materials cannot be swallowed by this eldest son of mine, they must be taken back.

Chen Chusheng blinked, only blinked, and said nothing the whole time.

At this moment, Chen Yuan understood; he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did you give everything to Chuyang?"

Chen Chusheng didn't speak; this silence continued the whole time.

Long Ming rubbed his forehead, knowing it would be like this; things that end up in the younger son's hands cannot be spat out.

Now the eldest son will be miserable; so many materials, all given to Chuyang, not taking anything back— isn't that just asking for unhappiness?

"So, you didn't take anything back?"

Chen Chusheng grit his teeth and smiled: "I'm back."

"Bang."

The person flew out.

Then came the father's concern; his hand could be harsh.

The wails sounded again; the whole Chen Clan was again enveloped by this wail.

After beating for a full half hour, Chen Yuan finally stopped.

"Hmph, you took all those materials, Chen Chusheng; you're good, really good."

"For father I've treasured these things for many years; you gave them all at once to your younger brother— truly you, you did well."

"Father decided, in the coming years, father will beat you every day."

Chen Yuan, furious, made a decision; he will harshly educate this son.

Chen Chusheng, hearing this, hurriedly begged for mercy: "Father, I was wrong; can you let me off once, just this once, okay?"

Seeing father not relenting, Chen Chusheng looked toward mother Long Ming.

"Mother, mom, you need to save me; I don't want……"

Long Ming spread her hands: "I also can't help you, Chusheng; you went too far this time."

"You don't treat your father's treasures as treasures, giving them all to your younger brother; you truly are mother's good son."

Long Ming very much wanted to laugh; she is professionally trained, and normally she would not laugh.

In this situation, she must restrain herself even more, cannot let herself laugh out loud.

Really, this son is just too awesome; indeed, not being his own thing, he doesn't feel sorry.

He doesn't feel sorry at all.

Getting beaten, that's deserved.

Moreover, Long Ming also feels this son needs proper education; otherwise he wouldn't know how to respect parents.

After comparison, she realized this eldest son lacks filial piety, cannot compare to the younger son; how can this be? As the elder brother, how can he not lead by example?

"Husband, don't give me face; just beat me."

Saying that, she handed over Chen Yuan's Azure Dragon Claw.

At this moment, Chen Chusheng felt mother's killing intent.

"Save me."

"I was wrong, really wrong; mother, child was wrong."

What a fine picture of fatherly kindness and filial son, motherly kindness and filial son.

All this, Chen Chuyang was unaware.

If he knew, he would surely perform a live 'old iron 666'.

In the formation, Zhuge Ruolan was still there; seemingly, unable to solve the formation.

This woman saw a hint of hope; each time, she was just a bit short.

Chen Chuyang worried for her; this woman actually has some foundation in formations; that's rare and uncommon.

Such talent; unfortunately she is a disciple of the Yin Gui Sect; if she were of the Chen Clan, Chen Chuyang would surely cultivate her well.

"One night has passed and still no solution to the formation; speed is a bit slow— these disciples from major sects don't seem very strong either."

"Much weaker than I imagined, especially in formation knowledge— too poor."

If Zhuge Ruolan knew Chen Chuyang's thoughts, she would spit blood on the spot.

She is the Holy Maiden of the Yin Gui Sect, a genius among geniuses; reaching this step relied entirely on her talent.

Formation, or cultivation, she understands a bit in all aspects.

I originally thought no one could make her suffer.

She thought she could solve this formation; then a night passed, and she was still stepping in place.

There was no sign; after understanding a night's worth of formation, she realized it wasn't like that.

Fundamentally unable to solve, also unable to enlightened.

Going out is even more impossible.

Getting in is easy, but getting out is hard.

Moreover, what is the most terrifying thing?

Besides the Killing Formation and the Trapping Formation, this place also contains some kind of toxin; inhaling even a little makes her feel her body is about to collapse.

That toxin is unlike any poison she has ever experienced—first stomach pain, then diarrhea, followed by various adverse reactions.

It's clearly poisoning, yet it doesn't seem like it; this is just the appetizer.

Even after taking the Antidote Pill, she couldn't neutralize this toxin, and then she collapsed from exhaustion.

The matter isn't over yet—the more those pill-triggered toxins are activated, the stronger the poison becomes, with all sorts of bizarre toxic effects.

These are the toxins left behind after Chen Chuyang's Pill Refining; he hid them within the Formation, and various traps also contain toxins. Individually, they're nothing special—just common poisons—but the kind that the Antidote Pill can't dispel, like chronic diarrhea that keeps draining you until you collapse.

This toxin is not something cultivators can avoid.

It is specifically targeted at cultivators.

"Damn it, what the hell is this place? Why would there be such disgusting poison?"

She didn't know how she triggered it, but suddenly she was hit.

Then, she felt completely unwell.

She spent the whole night not knowing how she got through it.

At one point, she understood Jiang Ming, the Dharma Protector's, approach—blow things up and then look for a way out.

Who could possibly endure such torment?

Unable to leave, she is still subjected to torture; no method works—even a yin ghost would fall victim.

She truly felt defeated; that person from Longshe Shan was still staring at her, and the sensation of being watched—Zhuge Ruolan would not mistake it.

It's truly… deadly; she never imagined that one day, Zhuge Ruolan would suffer such humiliation.

"These formations, these poisons, and that person—they're truly wicked beyond measure."

She couldn't stand up, leaning against a tree, barely managing to stay on her feet.

Her diarrhea had made her legs tremble, ready to collapse at any moment.

"Pfft."

"Damn it, here it comes again."

"Bastard."

People have three urgent needs, and cultivators are no exception.

Unable to hold it in, she could only… squat down.