Chapter 57

Duan Yu looked at the chessboard, and with the last chess piece, he actually didn’t know where to place it.

Sweat appeared on Duan Yu’s forehead, and he thought to himself, “This Zhenlong chess puzzle is profound and unfathomable; I can’t solve it.”

“Sir, Duan Yu can’t solve this Zhenlong chess puzzle. I lose,” Duan Yu said to Su Xinghe.

Su Xinghe sighed inwardly and said, “Young Master Duan, your chess skills are astonishing. Unfortunately, if you had thought a bit deeper, you might have been able to solve this Zhenlong chess puzzle.”

Duan Yu’s chess skills amazed Su Xinghe. If they had played a fair game, Su Xinghe might not have been able to win against Duan Yu.

“Let me give it a try!” Murong Fu stepped forward, smiling.

Murong Fu was also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. The Zhenlong chess puzzle was profound and challenging.

“Please, Young Master Murong!” Su Xinghe waved his hand, and the chess pieces returned to their original positions.

Murong Fu’s chess skills were slightly inferior to Duan Yu’s.

After just two moves, Murong Fu felt the game was very difficult.

Murong Fu looked at the chessboard, deeply in thought.

Suddenly, Murong Fu felt the chessboard spinning, transforming into a vast battlefield.

Negative emotions erupted in Murong Fu’s heart: his obsession, the humiliation and委屈 he suffered from Wang Yue, and even his love for Wang Yuyan.

“I can’t win! This is a dead end; there’s no way to win!” Murong Fu’s eyes turned red, his true qi fluctuated, and he shouted at the chessboard.

The Zhenlong chess puzzle was not just a game of chess; it could also trigger one’s inner demons.

Wang Yuyan was fine because her mind was simple; Wang Yue was fine because his will was strong and his thoughts clear.

Murong Fu was obsessed with restoring his kingdom, his heart filled with hatred, and his inner demons were severe.

“Master!” Bao Bulong shouted loudly, and Feng Bo'e looked anxious.

Wang Yuyan, seeing Murong Fu’s疯狂 state, whispered, “Cousin… give up.”

It was unclear whether Wang Yuyan was telling Murong Fu to give up on the Zhenlong chess puzzle or on restoring his kingdom.

Murong Fu’s martial arts were also profound, his cultivation reaching the late stage of the Grandmaster level. Hearing Bao Bulong’s voice, he immediately regained his senses.

“Sir, Murong Fu’s chess skills are limited; I can’t solve this Zhenlong chess puzzle,” Murong Fu said, bowing.

Su Xinghe nodded, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Wang Yue, Duan Yu, and Murong Fu, these three young talents, had all failed. Was there anyone who could solve this Zhenlong chess puzzle? Su Xinghe was very worried.

Xu Zhu, seeing Murong Fu’s疯狂 state, whispered, “This chess puzzle must be cursed, making people go crazy. It’s better to destroy it.”

Xu Zhu picked up a chess piece and placed it randomly on the board.

Xu Zhu’s action made all the martial artists laugh.

“Little monk, do you know how to play chess? You just blocked your own path.”

Anyone with a little chess skill would not have made Xu Zhu’s move.

The only one who didn’t laugh was Su Xinghe.

Su Xinghe’s pupils contracted, as if he saw hope.

“Little Master, please finish this game,” Su Xinghe said, his voice trembling with excitement.

Xu Zhu was at a loss. “But I don’t know how to play chess.”

At this moment, Xu Zhu heard a voice in his ear; it was Duan Yanqing using ventriloquism to guide him.

Following Duan Yanqing’s guidance, Xu Zhu placed the chess piece on the board.

“So… this is how the Zhenlong chess puzzle is solved. Break and then establish, this is break and then establish.”

“First, sacrifice a piece to create a retreat, then counterattack!”

“The Zhenlong chess puzzle is solved.”

Su Xinghe grabbed Xu Zhu, excitedly saying, “Little Master, please come with me. I will take you to meet someone.”

Xu Zhu looked at Xuan Nan and said, “Uncle…”

Xuan Nan said, “Xu Zhu, since Mr. Congbian asked you to go, you should go with him.”

“Yes, Uncle.” Xu Zhu followed Su Xinghe to the giant stone door.

The giant door opened, and Su Xinghe pushed Xu Zhu inside.

Ding Chunqiu’s face changed, and he shouted, “Brother, you’ve hidden this from me. The old villain is still alive!”

Su Xinghe blocked Ding Chunqiu, coldly laughing, “You traitor, if you’re still alive, how could Master be dead? I spread the news of Master’s death to deceive you. Otherwise, Master and I might not have survived until today. As long as I’m here, you won’t get in. Master will transmit all his internal energy to that little monk. When the little monk comes out, it will be your end, traitor!”

Hearing that Wuyi would transmit all his internal energy to Xu Zhu, Ding Chunqiu’s eyes turned red.

Others might not know how profound Wuyi’s internal energy was, but Ding Chunqiu knew very well.

Wuyi was one of the few great masters in the world, his internal energy unparalleled. If he could obtain it, Ding Chunqiu’s martial arts would increase several times, and there would be few who could match him in the world.

“Since you won’t move, I’ll kill you.” Ding Chunqiu attacked Su Xinghe with his iron fan, his true qi carrying toxins.

Su Xinghe’s martial arts were only at the half-step Grandmaster level, and he was no match for Ding Chunqiu. After ten moves, Su Xinghe was injured.

Ding Chunqiu knew the situation was urgent. If he entered too late, Wuyi’s internal energy would truly belong to that little monk.

“Zhuang Juxian, kill Su Xinghe for me.” Ding Chunqiu shouted.

“Yes, Master!”

You Tanzhi attacked Su Xinghe with a palm strike.

Su Xinghe was already injured by Ding Chunqiu. Even without You Tanzhi’s attack, he would have died in two or three moves. With You Tanzhi’s sudden attack, Su Xinghe was certain to die.

“Yue!”

Wang Yuyan, unable to bear seeing Su Xinghe die at the hands of Ding Chunqiu and You Tanzhi, shouted Wang Yue’s name.

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“Snap.”

Wang Yue closed the book, having finished the last book in the library.

“Yue!” Wang Yuyan’s voice came.

Wang Yue frowned. “That’s Yuyan’s voice.”

Using his mental power, he discovered that Su Xinghe was in mortal danger.

“Hiss…” Wang Yue waved his hand, and two streams of innate true qi shot out.

The true qi pierced through the stone wall, flying towards Ding Chunqiu and You Tanzhi, as fast as two white streaks of light.

You Tanzhi and Ding Chunqiu’s scalps tingled.

“Danger!”

“Retreat!”

They had to retreat. If they continued to attack Su Xinghe, they would be hit by the true qi.

The two narrowly avoided the true qi attack, looking shocked in the direction of the library.

The two streams of true qi pierced through several stone mountains, dissipating only a hundred meters away.

“Two Grandmasters attacking an old man, shameful!” Wang Yue’s voice echoed.

Hearing Wang Yue’s voice, everyone’s faces changed. There was actually a master in the Deaf-Mute Valley!

Murmong Fu’s face was grim. He hadn’t expected Wang Yue’s martial arts to reach such a level. Now, fighting Wang Yue, he had no hope of winning.

“Has Wang Yue’s martial arts reached the Dan Qi level?” Murong Fu wondered.

Wang Yue, dressed in black, opened the stone door and walked out of the library.

“Yue.” Wang Yuyan came to Wang Yue’s side, holding his arm.

“Village Chief.” Xiao Huan also came to Wang Yue’s side.

With Wang Yue out, they were no longer afraid.

Seeing Wang Yuyan’s gentle expression towards Wang Yue, Murong Fu felt jealousy and resentment.

Duan Yu, seeing Wang Yuyan and Wang Yue already married, envied, “So Wang Yue and Miss Wang are really married.”

Su Xinghe came to Wang Yue’s side, grateful, “Thank you, Young Master Wang Yue, for saving my life.”

Wang Yue smiled. “Sir, don’t say that. Your sect allowing me to read in the library is a great favor.”

Ding Chunqiu stared at Wang Yue, coldly saying, “You are Wang Yue? I heard you took my Shenmu Wangding. If you don’t return it today, I won’t let you go.”

Wang Yue smiled. “Ding Chunqiu, even if the Shenmu Wangding is in my possession, do you have the ability to take it? You are a traitor to the Xianxia Sect, and naturally, someone from the Xianxia Sect will deal with you. I’ll spare your life today. Take your band of followers and leave.”

Ding Chunqiu’s face turned ashen. He wanted to kill Wang Yue, but he knew he wasn’t a match for him.

Wang Yue walked towards A Zhu.

You Tanzhi blocked Wang Yue, his eyes filled with killing intent. “If you take another step towards Miss A Zi, I’ll kill you!”

Wang Yue shook his head. “She’s not A Zi. You’d better hand her over to me, or I won’t be lenient.”

You Tanzhi’s background was pitiful, but Wang Yue wouldn’t let A Zhu go with him just because of that. More importantly, A Zhu’s eyes were deeply poisoned, and if not treated soon, it would be difficult to cure.

At this moment...

Shi Ba suddenly shouted, “I recognize you! You’re the Han who stole my tribe’s divine skill!”

Shi Ba’s primitive aura emerged. He not only wanted to kill Wang Yue but also to take the divine skill back to his tribe.

Wang Yue’s lips curled slightly, looking at Shi Ba. “Shi Ba, you’ve come to the Central Plains too.”

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Wuyi had nullified Xu Zhu’s Shaolin martial arts.

Xu Zhu was troubled. “Senior, why did you nullify my Shaolin martial arts? Although I only learned the basic internal energy of Shaolin, it took me over ten years to cultivate.”

Wuyi said helplessly, “I thought the one to solve the Zhenlong chess puzzle would be a young talent, but it turned out to be a little monk. Well, well, it’s fate. Since heaven has arranged it, I can only follow its will.”

“Little monk, become my disciple,” Wuyi said.

Xu Zhu was puzzled. “Senior, I already have a master. How can I take another master? It’s not right, it’s not right.”

Wuyi said sternly, “Kneel!”

Xu Zhu thought, since you’re a senior, it’s appropriate to kneel to you.

He knelt nine times, and Wuyi said, “That’s enough.”

Wuyi used his internal energy to grab Xu Zhu, ignoring his resistance, and forcibly opened all his meridians with powerful true qi.

After Xu Zhu’s Ren and Du meridians were opened, Wuyi transmitted all his pure and refined Beiming true qi to Xu Zhu’s dantian.

Losing his true qi, Wuyi became an old man with white hair.

“Xu Zhu, all my power is now in you. When you go out, kill the traitor Ding Chunqiu. Also, here is a painting. The person in the painting is my junior sister. If you meet her, tell her that I, Wuyi, am sorry. If you want to learn the Xianxia Sect’s martial arts, go to the Tianshan Mountains to find my senior sister, ‘Tianshan Tonglao’. She has many profound martial arts. This ring is also for you; you are now the leader of the Xianxia Sect…”

Wuyi finished speaking and passed away.

“Senior…” Xu Zhu called out, “Master… how are you?”

Only now did Xu Zhu realize that the nine kneels were for becoming a disciple.

Xu Zhu put on the leader’s ring, took the painting, and walked out of the stone room.

Seeing Xu Zhu come out, Wang Yue sighed. Wuyi was dead. Wuyi’s life force had been drained, and no medicine could save him. Even if Bian Que and Hua Tuo were reborn, they would be helpless.

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