He already possessed Divine Rank chess skills, as if he held the secrets of heaven in his grasp.
Let alone a Zhenlong Chess Game, even winning by half a move against the heavens would not be difficult!
"It's just a game of chess, two benefactors, please watch carefully!"
"Good, we'll wait and see!"
The group chatted and laughed as they began their ascent up the mountain.
Along the way, they continuously encountered various groups of people, all of whom had come to solve the chess game.
On Wuliang Mountain, people flowed like a river, the crowd bustling.
Clearly, they were all drawn by the legendary Zhenlong Chess Game.
Although no one had been able to solve the game in thirty years, countless Jianghu individuals still flocked there every year.
Rumor had it that an astonishing secret was hidden beneath this chess game.
Therefore, people came with anticipation, even if it was just to try their luck.
At the very least, they could watch the excitement.
The entire Wuliang Mountain was densely packed with people.
Looking from afar, it resembled surging clouds, with a magnificent Aura.
By the cliff, eight people stood, their expressions respectful.
They were Su Xinghe's Disciples, collectively known as the Hanggu Eight Friends.
The Disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect were all learned and proficient in various arts such as qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, divination, astrology, mechanical crafts, agriculture, trade, poetry, song, and Qimen Dunjia.
Each generation of Disciples possessed a unique skill and outstanding talent.
For instance, their Master Su Xinghe was an unparalleled genius, proficient in almost everything.
Although the Hanggu Eight Friends were not as innately gifted as their Master, they each mastered a unique skill.
And seated before them was an old man with white hair.
It was Congbian XianSheng — Su Xinghe.
Su Xinghe, with his white hair, wore a simple and elegant long robe, sitting motionless, his demeanor serene, like an otherworldly expert.
A chessboard lay before him.
On the stone wall behind him, a huge chess game was carved.
Black and white pieces were systematically arranged within the nineteen intersecting lines!
This was precisely the Zhenlong Chess Game, famous in the Jianghu, which no one had been able to solve for thirty years!
The crowd gathered, their eyes fixed on the chessboard, discussing in low voices.
"Is this the legendary Zhenlong Chess Game? It makes my brain ache just looking at it."
"The Zhenlong Chess Game, unsolved for over thirty years; if it were truly easy to solve, how could it be so renowned throughout the world?"
"It's too difficult, do you think anyone can solve it today?"
One person pondered for a long time, then shook his head with a serious expression.
"Hard to say."
"If someone can solve this game, perhaps they can uncover the secret behind it."
"I heard that Murong Fu from Jiangnan Yanziwu is also here this time."
"Not just the Murong family, even Wudang had a dispute because of this."
"Fahai actually took a palm strike from Song Yuanqiao head-on, it's simply unbelievable."
"By the way, didn't Fahai once boast that he could solve the chess game?"
As soon as these words fell, someone immediately scoffed in response.
"Heh, a mere Little Monk, dares to boast about solving it?"
"It's just empty bragging, does he really think there's no one stronger than him in this world?"
Such strong resentment?
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the speaker was Song Qingshu.
Everyone immediately understood.
Song Qingshu's face was gloomy, full of displeasure.
Losing to Fahai made him lose all face; in his opinion, this was a great humiliation!
But the chess game could not be solved by martial arts alone.
If that Fahai was just talking big and ultimately couldn't solve the game.
And if he, Song Qingshu, successfully solved the Zhenlong Chess Game, wouldn't that be a huge slap in Fahai's face!
Thinking this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Yes, that's exactly right!
He wanted to make Fahai feel utterly ashamed!
If he could solve the Zhenlong Chess Game, that young lady would surely look at him with new eyes!
Killing two birds with one stone!
Just as they were discussing, a sharp voice rang out:
"Move aside! Move aside! Don't block our boss, if you piss him off, you'll regret it!"
In this Wuliang Mountain, where heroes gathered, someone dared to be so arrogant in public.
This person's identity must be extraordinary.
Everyone turned to look.
They saw a red-haired, short-statured person with a strange hairstyle approaching.
"Oh my God — it's him!"
"The third of the Four Evils, South China Sea Crocodile God Yue Lao San!"
"What? Even the Four Evils have come?"
Sure enough, behind Yue Laosan, a gloomy-faced man leaning on a crutch slowly emerged.
It was the leader of the Four Evils — Duan Yanqing, Prince of Duan!
Behind him, a man and a woman followed on either side.
The man on the left was tall and thin, with an evil and charming expression, he was the youngest member of the Four Evils, Yun Zhonghe.
This lecherous thief was infamous in the Jianghu.
He was fond of abducting wives and daughters, and taking lives for wealth.
Among the women who appeared in the original 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils', there was hardly one he didn't set his sights on.
The woman, past her prime but still gracefully alluring, had an old scar on her face and held an infant in her arms.
Her expression was sometimes gentle and loving, and at other times wild and erratic, her emotions fluctuating.
This was Ye Erniang!
"Haha, I've long heard how formidable this chess game is, and today I finally get to see it."
Yue Laosan said, barely containing his excitement, "When my big brother makes his move, he will surely solve it!"
"The Four Evils have actually appeared!"
The surrounding crowd hastily averted their gaze, not daring to look too much.
"The Dali Duan family has arrived!"
"It's the Dali Duan family!"
Walking at the very front was a handsome young man in brocade clothes, with a fair complexion and a gentle demeanor, like a Young Master who was unfamiliar with worldly affairs.
This person was Duan Yu.
He was a strong Cultivator on the innate ranking.
It was rumored that although he didn't like practicing martial arts, he was very interested in qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting. It was unknown whether he could solve the Zhenlong Chess Game before them.
"Eh? Why is there a woman beside him?"
Someone whispered in surprise.
"Isn't that Murong Fu?"
"Indeed, he's here too!"
The Murong family was known for its profound family learning, especially in chess, so this grand chess event naturally could not do without them.
Although he had once been defeated by Fahai, a chess game was different from a martial arts contest; it was about wisdom, not strength.
Everyone discussed, believing that Murong Fu had a great chance.
Listening to the praise of others, Murong Fu maintained a calm expression, but his heart was already immersed in the glorious scene of solving the game.
The Hanggu Eight Friends looked at the scene where heroes gathered and experts abounded, each of them radiant.
Perhaps, this chess game could really be solved this time!
This was the largest Zhenlong Chess Game event in thirty years; the number of heroes present was unprecedented, and their strength far surpassed previous years.
This time, the chess game might truly meet its solver!
The Eight Friends were filled with anticipation and genuinely happy for Su Xinghe.
The white-haired Su Xinghe, looking at the grand occasion before him, couldn't help but be moved.
His emotions stirred slightly.
It had been thirty whole years, and no one had been able to solve this game.
Now, heroes gathered, and the momentum was immense.
He wondered if this time, he could find a good Disciple for his Master?
At this thought, Su Xinghe felt a pang in his heart.
If it weren't for his own lack of diligence in Cultivating and insufficient ability, how could his Master have suffered such humiliation?
The heroes' gazes were fixed on the chessboard, and the atmosphere was tense.
Suddenly, a voice rang out:
"Where's Fahai? Why isn't he here?"
"Didn't he say he was coming to solve the game? Where is he?"
"Hmph, he probably just boasted. You think, the Zhenlong Chess Game has existed for so many years, how many experts have returned without success?"
"Can a young Little Monk really do it?"
"Were you guys scared by him, so much so that you don't even know his true capabilities anymore?"
"That's right, so many people with extraordinary talent couldn't do it, why should he be able to?"
"In my opinion, he knows he can't solve it, and is afraid of losing face, so he simply doesn't show up."
Just as everyone was discussing, several figures slowly approached from a distance.
In the sunlight, two gleaming bald heads reflected dazzling light, attracting attention!
Standing beside them was a peerless beauty in snow-white clothes, like an elf, with a perfect Fusion of coldness and charm.
There were also two elegantly dressed, refined Young Masters.
Such a peculiar combination naturally attracted many gazes.
"It's Fahai!"
"He appeared!"