Chapter 245: Interrogating the Fifth Heavy Mountain

"What are you going to do with this person? Actually, just killing him would be fine; it's not that troublesome. Keeping him is ultimately a hassle."

"These outsiders aren't weak in methods; even if you seal him, they can still attract those people's attention."

"Whether you kill him or not, someone will come looking; you, kid, should prepare early."

Heishanyang couldn't help but remind, those outsiders are different; once they act, they kill.

The cut‑the‑weed‑and‑uproot kind.

Chen Chuyang's family is right here; even if he wants to leave, he can't. Abandoning the clan and fleeing far away could indeed avoid a disaster, but it's unrealistic.

Based on Heishanyang's understanding of him, this kid values loyalty and righteousness, so he wouldn't do that; the only possibility is to confront the outsiders, the Descended Ones, whose strength is certainly far above Fifth Heavy Mountain.

What strength? Heishanyang has no clue.

"Did you already know?"

Heishanyang nodded: "Hmm."

"You must understand, this world is ultimately too small; even if you hide, there's nowhere to hide."

"Your strength, kid, is great, but compared to true Strong Ones there's still a gap; back when I was that powerful, I still had to hide."

"However, kid, with your strength you might leave this world; I can help you. If we join forces, the world is vast—where can't we go?"

Chen Chuyang stared at it; Heishanyang's loquacious stance halted, and it shook its head: "Actually, I also don't want to leave this world."

"This world may be small, but it's safe."

"Kid, don't blame me for speaking out; if we get exposed, maybe..."

Those outsiders might not act personally; they could have the forces of this world act.

Those forces, many are attached to those people.

Become their vassals to gain capital for leaving this world.

This world is ultimately too weak; for one's future, for the sect, obedient people can eventually leave this world and join outside sects, soaring skyward.

The path of a free cultivator is too hard.

For people of these families, to stand out they must... become those people's subordinates.

Perhaps they can earn their favor, and then...

This world is just that cruel, and that realistic.

"Are you going to betray me?"

Heishanyang heard that and immediately shook his head: "No, how could I? My wealth and life are in your hands, kid. Besides, I have a grudge against those people, so I couldn't join them."

"Kid, you're the first person in years I've taken a liking to; I think you can achieve what I couldn't back then, so..."

Chen Chuyang looked at it for a long time before slowly shifting his gaze.

This Heishanyang has a mysterious background and knows a lot.

Its own methods are also mysterious; such a person... doesn't seem like a creature of this world.

Its words—how much is true, how much is false—Chen Chuyang doesn't know and doesn't want to speculate; if he discovers any discrepancy, Chen Chuyang will kill it without mercy.

For his family, for his clan, he cannot be careless.

Heishanyang sensed the murderous intent; it knows Chen Chuyang's thoughts and read that look in his eyes.

"Kid, rest assured, we're on the same boat; one's honor is shared, one's loss is shared."

"Since I've followed you, I will never betray you."

Chen Chuyang slowly nodded: "Hope so, otherwise I can't guarantee I won't kill you."

He coldly scanned Heishanyang; Chen Chuyang looked at the Fifth Heavy Mountain on the ground, brought back Longshe Shan, and the consequences were severe.

Here, perhaps.

For safety, he decided to interrogate him here, to see how much he could extract from him.

He groped his body, inspected his dantian, and searched for his treasure.

Sure enough, he found a Spiritual Artifact and his storage bag.

He forced it out, regardless of his permission.

The sleeping Fifth Heavy Mountain felt its soul torn, let out a wail, and its whole body arched.

Then, Chen Chuyang used his powerful soul force to grind the Fifth Heavy Mountain's soul seal and forcibly opened the storage bag.

Seeing the treasure inside, Chen Chuyang nodded with satisfaction.

"Plenty of good stuff, worthy of a Golden Core-level Strong One; compared to Jing Yuheng and his crew, they're rich."

"If we get a few more like this, I'll truly get rich."

Sure enough, without sudden wealth a person isn't rich, and without night grass a horse isn't fat.

This guy, robbery comes quickly; no wonder so many cultivators love to raid.

After a thorough search, Chen Chuyang took everything.

The Fifth Heavy Mountain was left with only a set of clothes, leaving nothing behind.

Heishanyang saw it and felt a chill in his heart.

Chen Chuyang is literally a bandit, a true bandit, several times more terrifying than him.

That technique, when executed, is brutally ruthless.

That point, Heishanyang felt inferior, thinking inward: "This kid truly is prime material for robbery, self‑taught, surpassing me; this is how it should be, only this way can one survive in this world."

"This world is inherently a bandits' world; whoever has the harder fist gets more resources."

Heishanyang feared Chen Chuyang was a good-natured man, a benevolent good man; that would be troublesome.

As the saying goes, in chaotic times one first kills the saintly mother.

This sentence fits anywhere.

After the loot, Chen Chuyang nodded with satisfaction and began tallying his gains.

Two hours passed.

Diwu Chongshan woke up; the first thing he did was check his surroundings. When he saw Chen Chuyang, his eyes narrowed, he wanted to strike and kill, but he discovered he could not use his true qi—his entire strength was sealed.

"My true qi?"

"My body?"

"And my weapon?"

In an instant, he discovered the treasure in his dantian was gone, and his storage bag was also gone.

Everything had been robbed once.

Golden Core, it seemed, was also gone.

That meant his cultivation was ruined.

What did you do to me?

Rage intertwined, his vicious eyes fixed on Chen Chuyang.

The humiliation and disgrace he had never experienced surged into his heart at that moment.

He clenched his fist, wanting to strike, but was flung away.

Heishanyang lifted its legs and said disdainfully, 'You, too, want to get close, kid? You're asking for death.'

At times like this, it must act to defend Chen Chuyang's dignity.

As a pet, it cannot do nothing.

Chen Chuyang coldly watched the risen Diwu Chongshan; his cultivation was ruined, but his body remained.

The physique of a Golden Core cultivator is strong; this is fine.

Speak, who exactly are you? Where do you come from? What is your purpose? Who sent you?

And your cultivation technique, all your supernatural abilities—confess honestly.

Diwu Chongshan coldly stared at Chen Chuyang and said contemptuously, 'Kid, do you know what you're doing?'

I advise you to release me; otherwise, the people behind me will make you wish you were dead. By then, not only you, but your relatives, your clan, and anyone related to you will die because of you.