Chapter 24

Four people were shaken to their core, Wang Bo was so excited he couldn't speak, "Greetings, Ancestor!"

The elderly figure ignored the four, and with a wave of his hand, the sword formation surrounding the sword tomb quietly dissipated. Ten divine swords, upon seeing their forger, emitted a brilliant light.

Even Xu Huang's eyes went wide; no sword cultivator could resist the allure of a treasure sword!

Lei Ting's expression was grave. Who could have entered his sword formation and emerged unscathed? Strangely, the person who broke through the formation went to great lengths but didn't take the treasure swords. What for?

Lei Ting's gaze swept over the surroundings, while the four, Wang Bo and the others, dared not even breathe heavily. They were high and mighty in front of their disciples, but in front of the Ancestor, they were just little kids.

When Lei Ting's gaze fell on the word "Sacrifice" on the wall, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Was this a provocation?

Lei Ting shook his head, preparing to teach these disciples a lesson, but suddenly turned around and took a step to the wall.

His eyes were fixed on the wall, and the four, Xu Huang and the others, looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what had happened.

Just a word, could it be an acquaintance?

Lei Ting's hands trembled violently. How could it be!

How could it be!

"Senior, is it you, Senior? Senior, come out and see your disciple!"

Lei Ting was as excited as a child, his aura suddenly bursting forth, his hunched body straightening, like a giant from ancient times.

Wang Bo and the others were terrified. Someone the Ancestor called Senior? Could it be a terrestrial immortal?

Lei Ting shouted for a long time, but no one responded. He stared blankly at the word on the wall, his aura slowly receding. He took three steps back and respectfully knelt down, bowing three times to the word "Sacrifice." The four beside him hurriedly knelt and bowed as well.

Who could this be? What's going on!

After breaking the swords, Lei Ting let out a sigh of relief. He felt a sense of enlightenment. He had left the main hall to come to Linlang Street, hiding in the city to seek enlightenment and break through his bottleneck. But it turned out he was wrong. This one word "Sacrifice" revealed his heart's knot.

After completing this, looking at the four who were kneeling on the ground with eyes full of reluctance, Lei Ting felt a bit frustrated. The Thunderlight Hall had fallen to the point of relying on the sword tomb to get by.

"From today on, there is no more sword tomb!" Lei Ting said.

"Ancestor, did we do something wrong? Please punish us, Ancestor!" Wang Bo was terrified.

"Incompetence is a fault. You've turned the once-great Thunderlight Hall into this. If you can't turn things around, you four might as well leave!"

Lei Ting was furious, and the four were silent.

Seeing their state, Lei Ting's anger grew, but there was nothing he could do. Times had changed, and the once-glorious Thunderlight Hall had become a memory.

"Ancestor, who left this word? We..."

"Shut up! What are you? I can't even mention his name!" Lei Ting scolded.

Wang Bo immediately wilted, not daring to lift his head. Lei Ting was known as the most explosive in the Holy Hall, even unafraid of the Evil Lord, yet someone could make him like this.

"This word... keep it. One day, you will need it."

With that, Lei Ting's voice disappeared. The four stared at the remaining wall of the sword tomb, but saw nothing special.

Who left this word? The four didn't dare ask or inquire, for fear of offending Ancestor Lei.

"Brother Meng, I'm so dizzy. Brother Meng, you still have time to drink tea? Come on, let's go!"

"Let me finish this first."

"Brother Meng, Ancestor Lei appeared, and the sword tomb was dismantled. How can we not go and see the commotion?"

Wang Meng smiled, "If it's dismantled, it's dismantled. Besides, it's too late now. The commotion is over. Besides, what do you, a bow cultivator, have to do with it? Do you want to change your path?"

Zhang Xiaopang was stunned, "Ah, that's true. What does a bow cultivator have to do with it? It's not like the Ancestor of bow cultivators came."

"Come, let's play a game of chess."

"Hehe, Brother Meng, I might not be as good as you in other things, but in this, you're no match for me. Don't hit my head if you lose!"

Zhang Xiaojiang laughed.

Wang Meng smiled, "Alright, Hu Jing, you came just in time. Come and take a look."

Hu Jing, who had just entered, was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Better late than early."

"Haha, Jingjing, you're not thinking of dragging Brother Meng to see the commotion, are you?"

"Do you think everyone is like you? The four elders have gone, and they won't let us get close."

Hu Jing said.

"Alright, that saves us the trouble. Come, let's see me dominate!"

Zhang Xiaopang learned chess from his father, and he was quite skilled. In the past, Wang Meng enjoyed fierce battles, but after each battle, he realized he was finished. When playing chess, Zhang Zhenren was the most manly, exuding a sense of invincibility.

"Brother Meng, as usual, you take black."

Black has the advantage of going first, but Wang Meng shook his head, "Let's try something different. You take black."

"Ah, okay."

Zhang Xiaopang didn't hesitate. This was his last stronghold. The two started to play.

After a few moves, Zhang Xiaopang stopped, lost in thought, completely ignoring the people around him.

After a long time, he made a move, and Wang Meng's white piece was placed casually. Zhang Xiaopang was again in a dilemma.

Hu Jing also understood chess and was quite skilled. She, like Zhang Xiaojiang, was lost in thought, muttering, "This... won't work, this... won't work either..."

Wang Meng smiled, "Life is like a game of chess. When you are in a difficult situation, you must change. When you change, you find a way."

The two reacted subconsciously, "When you are in a difficult situation, you must change. When you change, you find a way..."

"I get it!" Zhang Xiaopang's black piece suddenly attacked Wang Meng's large dragon.

"Ha, brave but lacking in strategy!"

With a slap, a white piece landed.

Zhang Xiaopang and Hu Jing were again lost in thought. Wang Meng smiled, "Let's stop here for today."

Zhang Xiaopang stood up after a long time, scratching his head, "Damn, why does every move feel like a dead end?"

The two looked at Wang Meng, who smiled, "You can't see the flowers on my face. The disciples of the two elders need to work harder. You will be the ones to protect me in the future."

"Ah, I'm done. My master asked me to get something."

Zhang Xiaopang slapped his head and ran off like a flash. He had heard about the commotion halfway and rushed over.

Hu Jing was still looking at the chessboard. Wang Meng gently patted her shoulder, "Don't take it too seriously. It's just a game. Take it slowly."

Hu Jing was shaken, gradually coming to her senses, "Life is like a game of chess, life is like a game of chess, cultivation is like a game of chess. Thank you!"

Hu Jing's insight was better than Zhang Xiaojiang's, and she had a vague understanding.