Longzang

Chapter 512 Can’t Eat

An hour later, Wei Yuan left, leaving behind Su Xuejing with her sword heart shattered on the ground and Shangguan Qianmo with her sword heart even more clear.

Su Xuejing kept her eyes closed, her mind filled with the game records from the previous match. The two played a total of seven games, none of which exceeded one hundred moves. Wei Yuan's playing style was extremely aggressive and unreasonable; he provoked a fight from the very beginning and refused to give an inch, battling relentlessly until the very end.

After seven innings, Su Xuejing felt that it was like a street brawl, with no techniques or magic used.

Actually, Su Xuejing had already sensed something was wrong from the second game, but she couldn't resist Shangguan Qianmo's encouragement from the sidelines. In addition, Wei Yuan's moves didn't seem like he had practiced chess at all, so she was unwilling to give up. Being a stubborn person, she unknowingly played seven games in a row.

Now that Wei Yuan is gone, Su Xuejing feels increasingly uneasy.

Wei Yuan's moves lacked both established patterns and ancient strategies, leading Su Xuejing to initially assume he was a novice. However, after seven consecutive losses, Su Xuejing realized that, given their skill levels, she would likely have to play a handicap game against Wei Yuan.

Su Xuejing believed that her chess skills were only one step away from those of a true national master, but she was actually forced to give Wei Yuan a handicap.
He suddenly looked up at Shangguan Qianmo and asked, "Did you win against Wei Yuan last time?"

Shangguan Qianmo smiled brightly and said, "Of course I didn't win. But I didn't finish any of the games, just like with my martial uncle this time."

Su Xuejing instantly understood what was going on, her face turning ashen, and she snapped, "What else are you hiding from me?"

"Uncle-Master's eyes are sharp! There is indeed another matter, and that is that this Wei Yuan is the one who placed the graffiti ten rounds."

A flash of insight struck Su Xuejing, and everything clicked together! No wonder Wei Yuan was able to defeat her so easily with a bunch of stupid, foolish, and unreasonable moves; no wonder she was forced into a losing position.

Just thinking about how she had just wanted to play three games of guidance for the world's chess master made Su Xuejing feel an instant urge to disintegrate on the spot, her sword heart feeling as if it were covered with a layer of lard.

He glared fiercely at Shangguan Qianmo, then his figure faded away like sand in the wind, disappearing from sight.

Shangguan Qianmo hugged a pillow and lay back on the ground. Today, his sword mind was clear; it was a good day for sleep.

Wei Yuan noticed Su Xuejing's disappearance and was unsure whether she had truly left or was hiding. However, playing chess was truly beyond Wei Yuan's control. There were now 400,000 mortals in the Human Realm, and the number was constantly increasing, their chess skills had greatly improved, far surpassing when they had played ten games of chess.

With some time remaining, Wei Yuan inspected each camp to check on the refugees' training. Just as he saw the second camp, a thought suddenly struck him, and he looked eastward.

Four streams of purple energy arrived at an almost undetectable speed and entered Wei Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness!
Four cycles of imperial fortune at once?
Wei Yuan's previous painstaking arrangements have finally yielded results. If nothing unexpected happens, Qingming will soon have four more powerful Yujing reinforcements.

Although they wouldn't stay long, Wei Yuan always managed to find ways to make them stay a few more days. Like that last game that went to 199 moves, he could add one more move, and that would be a new game.

Of the four streams of purple energy he harvested, two were noticeably thick and large, while the other two were somewhat weak and dim. Wei Yuan couldn't currently distinguish which stream of fortune came from which source, so he set them aside for now.

After inspecting all the camps, Wei Yuan looked up at the sky and frowned. Normally it would be dawn by this time, but tonight it was still deep in darkness.

In the deep blackness, a great danger seemed to be brewing.

Throughout the azure sky, people kept looking up, their smiles gradually fading. Slowly, everyone noticed the anomaly in the heavens and earth, and fear filled their eyes.

A massive iron curtain had formed at some unknown time, and it was constantly extending in all directions, blocking the sun, moon, and stars, as well as the gaze of extraterrestrial monsters, leaving the world with only an ever-deepening darkness of despair.

This is a change at the level of the Great Dao, far surpassing anything like "dark clouds obscuring the sun" or "blood staining the sky." Although it's only a temporary change, such methods are beyond the reach of ordinary immortals.

With a thought, Wei Yuan felt a sudden urge, and the sounds of bells, drums, and horns resounded throughout the azure sky. Large numbers of mortals who had just begun training received orders to proceed to their designated battle lines to prepare for battle.

One by one, the cultivators of the Primordial Palace took flight, soaring in all directions in the dim light. Yu Zhizhuo, meanwhile, directed the cultivators to urgently deliver truckloads of flares to various battlefields, while simultaneously refitting the flares with flare heads on the spot, keeping them busy until they took flight.

By this time, the Wu tribe had extended the canal to a point 150 li from Qingming, a distance the army could reach in an hour by swift march. Scouts sent ahead reported that the Wu tribe's entire army had been mobilized, and ten altars had been erected.

The iron curtain in the sky continued to expand, while the army of the witch tribe slowly approached on the ground. The world was almost completely dark, with only a glimmer of light remaining in the eastern sky.

In Ganzhou, the boy suddenly pulled up the hook, the fishing line taut. He lifted the rod twice, but still couldn't catch the thing from underwater.

He didn't cast the line a third time, but a scene appeared before his eyes.

A simple-dressed boy of about ten years old was practicing martial arts, his body drenched in sweat. Several other boys and girls of similar age, dressed in fine clothes, approached and said mysteriously, "We've discovered a precious herb that can enhance one's spiritual energy! We're going treasure hunting tonight, do you want to come along?"

The boy was initially reluctant, but after being encouraged by the others, he agreed.

The scene shifts to night, and several teenagers silently advance through the mountains. Suddenly, a cave appears ahead, with the precious medicinal herb at its entrance. The unassuming teenager slowly approaches, wary of the naturally guarding demonic beasts, unaware that the other teenagers have already vanished.

Just as he reached the cave entrance, the surroundings were suddenly illuminated by a bright magical light, and the scenery changed. This was no longer a desolate wilderness, but a carefully tended medicinal garden!

The scene suddenly blurred, torches flickered around, shadowy figures appeared, and countless sounds mingled together.

Why would he steal the elixir?

"His family is so poor, what wouldn't he do?"

"Such great talent, it's a pity he had to do this kind of thing..."

In his daze, the boy spotted his three companions in the crowd, one of whom was his best friend. Their eyes shone with excitement and pride.

As the boy was being led past them, a soft voice came from behind: "Lu Changhe, don't blame me. With you here, I will never become a direct disciple."

The scene froze, with only the last sentence echoing repeatedly.

The fishing boy sighed inwardly. This was the greatest temptation he had faced that year, and the first unforgettable memory of his life. That day buried all the innocence, friendship, and sunshine of his childhood.

He suddenly put down his fishing rod and muttered to himself, "It seems this fish is not meant for me."

He dismissed the image and summoned his attendants, saying, "Mobilize the second-line troops and deploy them all to the southern border to keep an eye on the Xu family. Leave 40% of the troops in the north."

Follow the orders and leave.

The young man looked towards the direction of the Jin capital and said calmly, "You're getting more and more tricks up your sleeve. Fine, I'll give you another chance and see what you can come up with."

As noon approached, Qingming remained in the dead of night. Lights shone everywhere, and several winding fire dragons snaked across the land, leading towards the front lines.

Everyone felt as if a huge rock was pressing on their hearts. The changes in the workings of the universe made the cultivators' magical power less stable.

The two armies of the Wu tribe, one on the left and one on the right, set off an hour earlier, advancing a hundred miles before the central army of the Wu tribe officially set off, arriving at the walls of Ding'an City two hours later. This time, the Wu tribe also mobilized a million-strong army, their military might overwhelming the heavens and the earth.

However, the Azure Netherworld has not yet recovered to its original state, and half of Ding'an City is exposed outside the realm.

With a major battle imminent, Wei Yuan was intensifying his inspection of the combat readiness of the troops to be deployed later when suddenly a shrill and strange voice came from the distant horizon: "Wei Yuan! I have three thousand years of lifespan, and I have come to meet you!"

(End of this chapter)