Chapter 129: A dignified Holy Maiden, actually relieving herself anywhere

What an eyesore, relieving oneself anywhere—this is not good, very uncivilized.

Chen Chuyang felt his eyes were defiled, quickly looked elsewhere; this woman of the Yin Gui Sect seemed not bad either.

At least, her figure is really good, just that she's a bit too casual.

How can one relieve oneself anywhere? This is very bad, unhygienic; what if bitten by snakes and bugs?

For such behavior, Chen Chuyang would severely condemn it and also fine the offender; not fining is absolutely unacceptable.

He took out a little notebook, started recording some day, some time, some place, what someone was doing, how much the fine was; many such entries filled a page, the misdeeds piled up.

Such habitual offenders must be dealt with seriously; absolutely not acceptable.

We must punish properly; otherwise, next time relieving anywhere will damage the image, upholding Longshe Cheng's image rests on all of us.

Anyone who damages Longshe Cheng's image must be severely punished.

"Tsk tsk, here again—this is really not good."

"The little notebook isn't enough to record everything."

He flipped to another page, began registering, noting down everything.

Can't be careless—it's all money, cough, cough, all for Longshe Cheng's image and future; we dare not shirk.

After recording many times, Chen Chuyang himself felt tired, then directly imposed the highest‑level punishment; to say Zhuge Ruolan is truly unlucky, all of Chen Chuyang's traps were triggered by her—whether she's lucky or unlucky is unknown.

Such odds are truly slim; basically no one can reach this point.

She, Zhuge Ruolan, is the only one.

Poor Zhuge Ruolan really exhausted, she surrendered; continuing would truly kill her here.

Longshe Shan, too dangerous.

Compared to some forbidden lands, it's tens of thousands of times more dangerous.

This is the most unlucky place in her life, and also the most hated, with no equal.

Sitting on the ground, disregarding image, she raised her right hand and shouted with her last strength: "I surrender."

"I was wrong."

The formation cannot be solved, completely unsolvable; at first it could be somewhat understood, but the more one tried to comprehend, the less understandable it became.

It's too profound, too mysterious; the Flowing Water Mist Formation—she could grasp it, knew this formation, but after deeper study realized this formation was not the Flowing Water Mist Formation she knew; it had changed, been upgraded, completely altered.

The other two formations she also couldn't recognize, completely unfamiliar, dared not touch; that Killing Formation is truly perilous, that sword qi, those crises, made her soul unable to settle.

The longer she stayed, the stronger that sense of crisis became.

She felt defeat for the first time; no matter how she tried to comprehend, she could not break this formation.

Self‑destruct? She couldn't do it.

She hadn't intended to cause trouble; she was merely curious.

"He who knows the times is a hero"; she surrendered, did not resist.

Chen Chuyang laughed: "You gave in so quickly—this isn't how a Yin Gui Sect disciple acts."

"Compared to Jiang Ming Dharma Protector, this woman falls short a bit."

"Her awareness is insufficient, and she's not ruthless enough."

He had thought Zhuge Ruolan would choose self‑destruct to escape here; self‑destruct doesn't necessarily break this formation, the formation had been strengthened and upgraded once, Chen Chuyang had specially prepared for this scenario, the explosive force it could withstand was greater; the previous self‑destruct like Jiang Ming Dharma Protector's could not tear the formation.

He wouldn't fall into the same pit twice.

He stood up and slowly jumped down.

Within the formation, Chen Chuyang appeared before Zhuge Ruolan; the surrounding mist thinned slightly.

He lowered his head, looking at the woman seated on the ground—a fine woman now, but weak and listless.

Her whole person showed exhaustion, face deathly pale; none of yesterday's arrogance and unruliness remained.

"Yin Gui Sect Holy Maiden Zhuge Ruolan, greetings, fellow cultivator."

Zhuge Ruolan gritted her teeth, stood, clasped her hands, keeping her posture very low.

She chose not to attack; she knew acting now would be a dead end.

Since Chen Chuyang came, it shows this person is willing to talk with me.

"You are the Yin Gui Sect Holy Maiden Zhuge Ruolan—hearing of you doesn't compare to seeing you; truly a beauty."

Zhuge Ruolan's body trembled slightly, she lifted her head and asked: "Do you know me?"

Chen Chuyang shook his head.

"Eh?"

At that moment, both felt embarrassed.

Chen Chuyang was very honest—if he didn't know, he wouldn't pretend to know.

Nor would he feign knowledge when ignorant; he was simply too honest, which made the scene awkward.

Zhuge Ruolan still thought the person before her knew her, perhaps could let her go; in the end, she was being sentimental.

"Then why?"

"Isn't this just habit? I say these things to everyone—it's my usual routine." Chen Chuyang briefly explained, then closely examined the girl before him; after the ghostly aura faded, her true appearance emerged—extremely alluring and very beautiful.

A woman unlike Shang Hongxue, completely opposite—tall, well‑proportioned in every way, fully developed; in some aspects she surpasses Shang Hongxue greatly, possessing all that should be there.

Beneath her black long dress, her figure is unmistakable.

Zhuge Ruolan showed no fear, letting Xu Junbai look; she was accustomed to such gazes, but in Chen Chuyang's eyes she saw none of the Yin Gui Sect men's lecherous lust, only a gentle appreciation, a normal male admiration.

"This time it's my fault, I intruded rudely; please forgive me, fellow cultivator."

He bowed, apologizing again.

Under the eaves, one must lower one's head.

Zhuge Ruolan's demeanor made Chen Chuyang sigh; as a Holy Maiden of a faction, she can bend and stretch—look at her posture, her tone, her self‑positioning, all are well‑adjusted.

She can become Holy Maiden, no problem at all.

Naturally, I won't forgive you; you recklessly intruded into my Longshe Shan—how should we settle this debt?

Zhuge Ruolan fell silent, meeting Chen Chuyang's gaze.

Chen Chuyang saw she wasn't speaking, pointed at her waist's storage bag and said: "Like this, give me the storage bag, and this time your crime of intruding into Longshe Shan will be waived."

Speaking, he reached out to pull off the storage bag.

Zhuge Ruolan gritted her teeth, finally compromised, herself pulled off the storage bag and threw it to Chen Chuyang.

Obviously, she was guarding against Chen Chuyang, not wanting anyone to approach her, nor wanting others to touch her.

In response, Chen Chuyang wasn't angry at all, she had no interest in this woman.

Women of the Yin Gui Sect are dangerous, like thorny roses, cannot be touched.

Not as important as the treasures inside the storage bag.

After glancing at the storage bag, Zhuge Ruolan was smart, she removed the soul imprint, making the storage bag ownerless; Chen Chuyang could freely examine its contents, very satisfied—indeed worthy of being the Holy Maiden of the Yin Gui Sect, treasures abound.

"There's quite a lot of stuff, I'm very satisfied."

Zhuge Ruolan coldly said: "Then can I leave?"

Chen Chuyang reached out and blocked her.

Zhuge Ruolan's eyes grew icier, staring at Chen Chuyang, looking like she wanted a fight to the death.

"Don't rush, the crime of intruding into Longshe Shan is waived, but there are other crimes."

Chen Chuyang took out a little notebook, began to settle accounts with Zhuge Ruolan.

This accounting left Zhuge Ruolan completely dazed.

Can those things be casually spouted?

Or say it to his face.

For example, what time and place she defecated.

These matters are a woman's privacy, yet this man...

"Alright, don't say it, what do you want, just say it directly."

Zhuge Ruolan snatched the little notebook, seeing the handwriting, she exploded with anger, meaning those... actions of hers were completely seen by that man, embarrassed, she rose killing intent.