Chapter 410: Slicing Tianlian Zhenren's Flesh

"Are these all the things you need?" Tianlian Zhenren took a deep breath and asked quietly.

She wanted to confirm, not wanting to agree and then get another batch, which would be disastrous.

She was eager to detoxify, but she was no fool, nor someone easily swindled.

Those who dared to swindle her hadn't appeared in years; when she was young, someone had swindled her, and later that person died.

No, it was that person's family that was annihilated together; Tianlian Zhenren had wiped them out herself, personally exterminating them. She had remembered this for many years, and after achieving cultivation, she deliberately returned to exterminate them—nothing else, because she couldn't let it go, like a thorn stuck in her heart. If she didn't kill that person, her feelings could not be resolved, nor could she attain perfection, affecting her later breakthrough.

But now, the person before her wants to swindle her, even more ruthless and excessive than before; Tianlian Zhenren has endured all this. When one is under another's eaves, one must bow one's head. She will remember this; if her inner thoughts remain unresolved, she will come to their door.

Chen Chuyang doesn't care about the future; his eyes see only the present, only the materials.

"That's all there is. If you think you can't afford it, you can actually go back. I believe the Heavenly Heart Sect will surely find a way to help you detoxify—it's just a plague toxin, after all. The vast Heavenly Heart Sect has countless capable people; they can definitely help you."

Once again he employed the tactic of retreating to advance, feigning release to capture.

Appearing to concede, in fact he was forcing your agreement; Longshe Shan is not a place you can come and go as you please. Not leaving something behind would be letting you in for free.

The secrets of Longshe Shan must not be leaked; since you've entered, you must abide by its rules.

Tianlian Zhenren took a deep breath; how could she not understand his meaning? She suppressed her displeasure and nodded, saying: "I agree with you—I'll give you part of the items on the list first, and the rest, after I heal, I'll return to the Heavenly Heart Sect and figure out how to gather them all. How does that sound?"

She is not someone easily swindled; if you want to swindle her, you must show genuine strength.

Tianlian Zhenren doubted Chen Chuyang's methods, not his ability.

This brat before her had set his sights on her stockpile; Tianlian Zhenren's treasures are not so easily taken.

"In that case, how much can you give?"

The two measured each other, neither trusting the other.

Chen Chuyang naturally wouldn't just nod and agree foolishly; what if she later denied it?

"Half."

Tianlian Zhenren pondered for a long time, gritted her teeth, and gave an answer that would satisfy Chen Chuyang as much as possible.

If she gave too little, this person would just leave; then, when she wanted to detoxify, it would be difficult—if he trapped her for a year or several months, wouldn't that be disastrous?

The formations of Longshe Shan she had witnessed were dangerous and incomprehensible; truly falling into them would make escape extremely difficult.

If she gave too much, she didn't have it, nor did she want to give that much, lest she suffer a loss; if Chen Chuyang couldn't detoxify, the items might not be returned.

Both were seasoned individuals; neither wanted to be swindled, and both wanted to achieve their goals.

Chen Chuyang smiled broadly and said, "Daoist Tianlian, half might be a little short—how about this: you give ninety percent, and the rest later."

"We're all acquaintances; I'll give you a ten percent discount."

"This is the best price Chen Chuyang can offer; of course, the remainder is subject to a deadline."

He took out a piece of paper and had Tianlian Zhenren sign it.

On it was listed a bill—nothing more than how much money is owed, when to repay it, and after over a month, interest begins to accrue; how much interest?

Compared to the previous Zhuge Ruolan, this is even more terrifying, increasing daily—it's practically usury.

Tianlian Zhenren glanced at it, and her whole face darkened.

She stared at Chen Chuyang, her eyes radiating killing intent.

"I don't know what you mean, Daoist friend."

Chen Chuyang showed no panic, saying, "Aren't you supposed to owe money? Debts must be repaid; if you owe, you naturally need an IOU. As for me, I deal honestly and don't want to make things difficult for you, Daoist friend—I've drawn up the IOU; just use this one."

"You sign your name on it, then give me ninety percent of the materials, and I'll immediately help you detoxify."

"Rest assured, Daoist friend—I am most trustworthy; what I say is what I mean. If you give me more, I don't want it."

Tianlian Zhenren's eyes glowed with even more intense killing intent as she fixed her stare on Chen Chuyang.

She, Tianlian Zhenren, had never seen an IOU in her life, let alone sign one.

The clauses listed above are each frightening—plainly usurious.

Signing it amounts to swearing an oath; failing to fulfill it would have severe consequences.

Chen Chuyang, somehow obtaining these means, wrote the IOU; Tianlian Zhenren stared fixedly at him, hoping he'd be frightened and take it back.

Who would have thought, Chen Chuyang looked at her with a smiling squint, showing no intention to back down.

Two hands reached out—one hand demanded the items, the other hand was there to have her sign.

Heishanyang stood up and stared at Tianlian Zhenren.

Shang Hongxue's face showed an extremely complex smile, making her feel creeped out.

She had the feeling she hadn't entered Longshe Shan but a den of thieves.

If she didn't sign, these people would hesitate not at all to act—one second they're comrades, the next they'd bury their own; Tianlian Zhenren had no doubt they could do such a thing.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh."

Taking a deep breath, Tianlian Zhenren produced her savings and handed them to Chen Chuyang, feeling a deep pang of loss.

She didn't want to give them; these were basically all her savings, accumulated over a lifetime, and she was handing them over all at once.

Her heart ached.

She still had to sign.

She lifted her head, looking at Chen Chuyang, who had obtained the items and now wore a gentle smile—completely different from before.

Then she glanced at Heishanyang, who lay down, his eyes occasionally flicking toward her.

She picked up the pen, signed, and also had to press a fingerprints—sealed with fresh blood.

What Chen Chuyang demanded amounted to signing a blood contract, impossible to refuse.

"Is that enough?"

After doing all this, Tianlian Zhenren's complexion was grim.

She stared at Chen Chuyang, her attitude very poor.

Chen Chuyang put away the IOU, along with those fine things, so many things—truly befitting a major sect's disciple, wealthy and imposing.

This robbery has fattened Chen Chuyang; if he were to gather those items, it would take more than a dozen years to collect them.

The Heavenly Heart Sect's extravagance surpasses even that of the Great Qi Dynasty; this Tianlian Zhenren's wealth exceeds that of the Eldest Princess, and these things might merely be a part of her savings—there are surely other reserves as well.

Chen Chuyang shows no urgency at all, slowly setting a trap, slowly cutting flesh, he cannot let her give it all at once.

A dull knife cuts flesh, making you feel no pain.

"Hahaha, fellow Daoist, be polite—we are our own people, no need to be so flustered."

Tianlian Zhenren looks down on Chen Chuyang; just a moment ago, you were actually wanting to kill her.

That gaze, Tianlian Zhenren will not forget.