Chapter 362: Yin Gui Zhenren Was Robbed Silly

Well then, I see you want to go out and see the world; I can help you.

However, you need to give some assistance; I can't support you and still spend my own spirit stones and spirit herbs, or I'll be at a loss.

Cooperation naturally requires conditions.

Actually, it's just a matter of profit; for something beneficial, Chen Chuyang doesn't mind helping. Yin Gui Zhenren is not bad; what he says and thinks suits Chen Chuyang's taste. Chen Chuyang hasn't seen such a hot-blooded elder in a long time, so naturally he wants to help.

As for this matter, I, Chen Chuyang of Longshe Shan, will definitely help; I'll beat those damn things.

Yin Gui Zhenren's mouth twitched; he couldn't fail to understand the hidden meaning in Chen Chuyang's words—clearly he was demanding goodies, a money‑grubbing person.

But he can't refuse; this person right now has him trapped, and those formations can hold him for a long time. Wanting to leave with just a few words is unlikely—Chen Chuyang is not easily fooled, nor will he be fooled. Without money, don't even think about leaving.

As for his ideals and goals, they have nothing to do with Chen Chuyang; to him they're optional. But if money is given, that's his business, and I'll still help.

How much do you want?

Chen Chuyang laughed; this Yin Gui Zhenren is straightforward—truly a smart person. Talking with smart people saves effort; no need to explain or worry too much.

My biggest virtue is being honest with young and old, pricing fairly; no matter who, I won't randomly set prices or demand money. I want little—just that storage bag at your waist. I'm sure the Sect Master will surely not refuse, right?

Yin Gui Zhenren fell silent.

A black line appeared on his head.

His eyes stared deeply at Chen Chuyang, fists clenched, ready to strike at any moment, clearly intending to kill Chen Chuyang. After enduring for a long time, he held back, didn't act, and forced out a grim smile—worse than crying—feeling helpless.

Fellow Daoist, you sure know how to ask; even if this Sect Master gave you his storage bag, you couldn't use it.

Chen Chuyang said directly: 'As long as you give it to me, the rest is none of your business.'

Anything that ends up in his hands, even a holy artifact, Chen Chuyang will fix for you.

A mere storage bag—just flick your wrist to open it; not worth mentioning.

Yin Gui Zhenren lowered his head, looking at the storage bag at his waist. If he didn't give it, he wouldn't be leaving Longshe Shan today; this person would surely make him stay here to reflect. It wouldn't be just half a month—could be half a year, or three to five years. The price wouldn't be today's price either; given this person's shamelessness, Yin Gui Zhenren couldn't estimate it.

If he gave it, he'd feel heartbroken—those were his treasured hoard for years, plus many resources of the Yin Gui Sect; it's too much. Giving it to Chen Chuyang would leave him with… nothing.

After weighing it for a long time, Yin Gui Zhenren couldn't make up his mind.

Chen Chuyang advised: 'Sect Master, think about it—exchanging a storage bag for an ally, you'd profit greatly.'

I'm single‑minded; once I agree to your terms, I naturally won't turn to the other side.

You don't want another enemy, do you?

Adding an enemy like me—then you'd be worse off, right?

By then, the Yin Gui Sect would surely fail—for the sect, for his dream, for his goal, he must give up that storage bag even if he doesn't want to.

The storage bag—Chen Chuyang has decided to take it.

Yin Gui Zhenren lowered his head in thought, his expression shifting several times.

Anger, fury, resentment—finally a helpless, bitter smile.

Here you go.

Gritting his teeth, he tore off the storage bag and handed it to Chen Chuyang, having made up his mind.

He could only hand it over; there was no other way.

He stared fixedly at Chen Chuyang and said, 'Fellow Daoist, you'd better keep your promise; otherwise, the wrath of the Yin Gui Sect is something you—and the Chen Clan—cannot withstand.'

Chen Chuyang took the storage bag, overjoyed, and quickly nodded: 'Of course—what I promised admits no possibility of regret.'

Sect Master, from now on the Yin Gui Sect and my Longshe Shan will form an alliance to jointly resist external enemies.

He reached out his hand.

Yin Gui Zhenren extended his hand with a bitter feeling; they clasped hands, his heart bleeding.

The storage bag—all those years of savings, just gone like that.

Too heartbreaking.

He released his hand, Chen Chuyang spread his palms and said, 'Sect Master, rest assured—this matter is known to you, me, heaven, and earth; no third person will know.'

'Best that way.' Yin Gui Zhenren glanced at Chen Chuyang and coldly said, 'Fellow Daoist, you'd better be careful lately—Longshe Shan has been too prominent, attracting many eyes.'

The Heavenly Heart Sect's hypocritical old fogeys will surely come for you; moreover, this Sect Master senses that someone from Tianwai has arrived again—this time a tough character. Fellow Daoist, you'd better guard against it, don't fall for the scheme.

Chen Chuyang narrowed his eyes; it seems this world still holds many things he doesn't know.

Can we locate the newcomer's position?

Yin Gui Zhenren shook his head: 'Hard—after appearing, that person quickly vanished without a trace, unlike the previous ones who swaggered about.'

Moreover, this newcomer is quite different; this Sect Master suspects he's not human but a member of the Dragonherd Clan.

Also, the Great Qi Dynasty must be watched—they're not simple.

Chen Chuyang nodded, his mind filling with many thoughts.

The Yin Gui Sect has more sources of information than he does; the Chen Clan is too weak, and staying in Longshe Shan limits what he can learn.

It looks like the outside world has changed.

'The Eldest Princess's side needs to step up, and so does Jing Yuheng.'

Much information, Chen Chuyang doesn't know; he's responsible for guarding that little plot of land in Longshe Cheng.

If enemies don't come in, he doesn't need to worry.

But some things still need to be known, to guard against in advance.

'The Sect Master's information is very important to me; I'll be careful.'

He clasped his hands in thanks; returning the storage bag is out of the question.

Yin Gui Zhenren also said, 'Fellow Daoist, remember our cooperation.'

'Rest assured, I won't… forget.'

Chen Chuyang opened the formation, revealing a gap; Yin Gui Zhenren clasped his hands in salute and turned to leave.

He didn't dare linger even a moment; his speed was such that Chen Chuyang wanted to laugh.

「Why does this sect master run so fast? Could it be that I'm really scary? 」

Shaking his head, Chen Chuyang returned to the mountain and opened his storage bag.

Upon seeing this, he was frightened.

There were many things, more than he had imagined, more than all his possessions combined; his wealth had increased tenfold.

「Wow, the sect master of the Yin Gui Sect is so rich, with so many good things, I've struck it rich. 」

「If we robbed once every year, wouldn't that be...? 」

Thinking of this, Chen Chuyang's heart burned with fervor; this sect master is truly a wealth‑bringing boy.

「Indeed, robbing those penniless poor ghosts a hundred times is not as good as robbing Yin Gui Zhenren once. 」

Why do the Strong Ones like to rob the rich to help the poor so much? It turns out this feeling is so exhilarating.