Reborn as Lin Pingzhi, starting from escorting Daiyu to the capital.

Ding Chunqiu and Lin Pingzhi clashed palms, and Ding Chunqiu originally thought he could gain the upper hand with his "Dissolving Power Technique" and make his opponent suffer a great loss.

Unexpectedly, the moment their palms touched, a powerful and extremely cold internal force surged from the other's palms.

Ding Chunqiu staggered back six or seven steps before regaining his balance, but the internal force still lingered in his body, making him feel cold all over.

He inwardly cried out in alarm, knowing he had suffered internal injuries. Daring not to be careless, he circulated his internal energy to dissipate the force while keeping a close eye on Lin Pingzhi, asking:

"Young man, what's your name?"

Lin Pingzhi laughed and said, "Little monster of the Star Constellation, remember this well, my name is Lin Pingzhi."

Seeing that Lin Ping's internal strength was profound and no less than his own, Ding Chunqiu knew that he would not be able to gain an advantage today.

Moreover, he has important business to attend to on this trip and should not stay long.

Then he said loudly, "Young Master Lin, your skills are excellent. I have other important matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."

Having said that, he ignored his disciples and left without a second thought, his sleeves fluttering.

He ran swiftly, his feet barely touching the ground on the steep mountain path, as if he were floating on the wind.

The disciples of Xingxiu looked at each other in bewilderment. Ding Chunqiu had been victorious in every battle since he came to the Central Plains, and this was the first time they had encountered such a situation.

Suddenly, Chuchenzi shouted first:

"The Starry Sky Immortal's martial arts are unparalleled in the world, and his lightness skill is unmatched!"

Seeing this, the other disciples also vied to praise him, afraid that Ding Chunqiu might miss their flattery.

The voice gradually faded as Ding Chunqiu disappeared into the bamboo forest ahead.

Upon seeing Lin Pingzhi's gaze sweep over them, the disciples immediately scattered in a flurry.

Having just extinguished the flames on his body, Zhaixingzi disregarded his disheveled state and left with the others.

Lin Daiyu suddenly said, "I remember now, so he is Ding Chunqiu, the Old Monster of the Starry Sky."

Lin Pingzhi had previously told her about Su Xinghe's background and the grudges between their sects. Lin Daiyu was still stunned by the cruelty of the Six Immortals of Peach Valley and others, so she didn't react immediately.

Lin Pingzhi said, "That's right. This person has betrayed his sect and committed many evils. We might need you to kill this traitor in the future."

Although he had already planned to have Lin Daiyu solve the Zhenlong Chess Game, he did not tell her about Wuyazi's transfer of power.

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi had scared Ding Chunqiu away, the young men were all delighted and said:

"Young Master Lin, please come with us."

Lin Pingzhi nodded and sat on the rope net with Lin Daiyu.

Two young men carried one of them, running swiftly up the mountain.

Soon after, we entered a valley. The valley was filled with pine trees, and the sound of the pines rustling in the mountain breeze was like the sound of waves.

After walking for more than a mile through the woods, we arrived at three wooden cabins.

Under a large tree in front of the house, the two sat facing each other, surrounded by a number of people, including the Six Immortals of Peach Valley and Ding Chunqiu, as well as Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, and others.

Having suffered losses at Ding Chunqiu's hands before, the Six Immortals of Peach Valley now kept their distance from him.

Ding Chunqiu frowned slightly when he saw Lin Pingzhi arrive.

Lin Pingzhi had previously saved the lives of Feng Bo'e and others. When Feng Bo'e and the others saw Lin Pingzhi arrive, they quickly went up to greet him.

Lin Pingzhi responded to each of their questions and walked forward with Lin Daiyu.

Between the two seated men was a large rock with a chessboard on it, and the two were playing a game of chess.

On the left is Duan Yu, and on the right is a short, thin, withered old man, who must be Su Xinghe.

Bao Butong suddenly shouted, "Hey, kid surnamed Duan, you can't win. You'd better just admit defeat."

Peach Root Immortal chimed in, "Yes, yes, you surnamed Duan, you've already lost. Let the Six Immortals of Peach Valley take your place."

Bao Butong said, "No, no, I meant that the one surnamed Duan couldn't win, not that the one surnamed Duan lost."

Peach Blossom Fairy said, "If you can't win, you lose."

Bao Butong said, "A draw is also an option if you can't win."

The others ignored their argument and continued watching the game.

After more than ten moves, Duan Yu let out a long sigh and shook his head, saying, "The intricate and profound puzzles you set up, sir, are beyond my ability to solve."

Although Su Xinghe won, he showed no joy on his face, saying, "Young Master's chess thinking is meticulous, but he failed to think one step further. Alas, what a pity!"

He then introduced the game to Lin Pingzhi and the others, saying, "This ingenious chess puzzle was created by my late master. He devoted three years of his life to its creation, hoping that a knowledgeable person in the world of chess could solve it. I have studied it diligently for thirty years, but I have not been able to fully understand it."

Duan Yu looked ashamed and said, "I am of dull and foolish talent, and I have failed to live up to your kind words, sir. I am extremely ashamed..."

No sooner had he left his seat than Peach Blossom Immortal said impatiently, "Alright, alright, it's our turn, the Six Immortals of Peach Valley."

Just as he was about to sit on the rock, a black object suddenly flew from the forest and exploded right under his buttocks.

Tao Ganxian was so frightened that he jumped up and looked down to see that it was a small piece of pine bark that had been split into dozens of pieces.

Peach Blossom Fairy shouted loudly, "Which scoundrel is this? Step forward right now!"

But then the branches and leaves rustled slightly, and a monk appeared beside the chessboard.

The monk, dressed in a gray robe, radiated a divine light, possessed a dignified and solemn appearance, and had a slight smile on his face; he was none other than Kumārajīva.

Seeing this, four of the Six Immortals of Peach Valley rushed forward, trying to grab his hands and feet. Only...

Four loud thuds were heard, and the four men were thrown back several feet. It was Kumārajīva who had unleashed four palm strikes to repel them.

Having suffered a loss, the Six Immortals of Peach Valley dared not step forward again.

Kumārajīva clasped his hands together and bowed to everyone. When he saw Lin Pingzhi, his eyes lit up and he said, "Young Master Escort is here too. It's been a while since I last saw you. Your martial arts are even better than before."

Then he addressed the crowd, saying, "On my journey, I received an invitation to a chess tournament from Mr. Congbian. I presumptuously came to meet this master of the world."

He then said, "Young Master Murong, please show yourself as well."

A burst of laughter was heard, and two people emerged from the woods.

A young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in a light yellow robe, with a long sword at his waist, and handsome features, was none other than Murong Fu.

The other person was Wang Yuyan.

When Duan Yu saw Wang Yuyan, he wanted to greet her, but when he saw Murong Fu beside her, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Bao Butong and the others had already gone to greet them. Gongye Qian whispered to Murong Fu about the origins of Su Xinghe, Ding Chunqiu, Lin Pingzhi and the others.

Upon hearing Lin Ping's introduction, her eyes lit up, and she said, "My cousin has already told me, thank you so much, Young Master Escort, for saving my life."

Lin Pingzhi said, "It was nothing, Young Master Murong, you don't need to be so polite."

Having suffered a setback at Lin Pingzhi's hands before, Ding Chunqiu became even more wary upon seeing that Lin Pingzhi knew masters such as Kumārajīva and Murong Fu.

Murong Fu asked, "Has Young Master Lin already played chess?"

Lin Pingzhi said modestly, "I'm not in a hurry, Young Master Murong, please go first."

Murong Fu then looked at Kumārajīva.

Kumārajīva chuckled and said, "Young Master Murong, you solve the Zhenlong puzzle, and this humble monk will assist you for a few rounds."

The two walked to the chessboard, and Murong Fu picked up a white piece and placed it on the board.

Kumārajīva smiled slightly and placed a black piece.

Murong Fu played chess very slowly, and it took him a long time before he made another move.

Kumārajīva thought quickly and then left.

The two played more than twenty pieces, one fast and one slow.

Lin Daiyu whispered in Lin Pingzhi's ear, "Cousin, this Zhenlong Chess Game is not simple."

From the moment she entered, she took on two roles, constantly pondering a way to break the deadlock, but without any results.

Lin Pingzhi whispered a reminder: "In my opinion, this game requires a do-or-die approach."

As they were talking, Kumārajīva suddenly said, "Young Master Murong, you can't even shake me off from your corner, yet you still dream of conquering the Central Plains?"

Murong Fu was startled and pondered the sentence repeatedly.

Before them, black and white chess pieces transformed into generals and soldiers, battling each other. Their own white-flag, white-armored troops were surrounded by the black-flag, black-armored enemy, and they could not break through the encirclement.

"Is this fate?"

Murong Fu was utterly despondent. Suddenly, he cried out, drew his sword, and slit his own throat.

"What kind of hero would seek death at the first sign of setback?"

Suddenly.

A sinister sound came from the forest, followed by a piece of pine bark flying out and knocking the longsword out of Murong Fu's hand.