Chapter 413: Heroes of Past and Present, A Match Made in Heaven, and the World's Turbulent Chess Gam

Chapter 413: Heroes of Past and Present, A Match Made in Heaven, and the World's Turbulent Chess Game!

"I hope you're not involved. Your engagement was arranged by the highest echelons of both factions since childhood, so you've been cultivating in the Netherworld Nine Heavens, and Yin Yun Xiao has been practicing the Divine Phantom Technique. You two are a match made in heaven, and once the time is ripe, your union will allow you to soar to the peak and become top-notch experts."

Elder Qin issued a solemn warning, "You must not mislead yourself!"

"I've always been cooperative and eagerly awaiting that day. I've never had any reservations about this marriage, so please rest assured, Elder," Lan Xinxue said earnestly.

"Then, what's the deal with Fang Che?" Elder Qin asked.

"Brother Fang truly embodies my ideal man," Lan Xinxue replied.

"I genuinely like him, and there's no other intention," Lan Xinxue added.

Elder Qin looked at Lan Xinxue with a serious gaze. This young lady, who had always been well-behaved, adorable, and radiant, seemed to be naive and innocent, with a carefree and cheerful personality.

At this moment, Elder Qin suddenly realized that this obedient girl of the sect had hidden depths that no one had noticed beneath her docile exterior.

"I hope you don't have any other intentions, or else this will be a calamity. It's a significant matter for both the Netherworld and the Netherworld Palace."

Elder Qin issued another warning, unable to shake off his concerns.

"Yes, I'll keep that in mind," Lan Xinxue replied obediently and respectfully.

"You may leave now."

As Lan Xinxue bowed politely and then left with a lively and adorable bounce, Elder Qin felt a sudden sense of defeat rise within him for some unknown reason.

"Sigh... I hope nothing goes awry!"

Elder Qin closed his eyes and silently prayed sincerely.

...

Upstairs.

Hong Yi smiled faintly, "This Palace Guardian General Overseer, Fang Zhi Shi, seems to have the ability to navigate the world of romance, attracting bees and butterflies. He's quite the expert at it."

Yan Bei Han shook his head slowly, "Not really."

"Not really?"

"No."

Yan Bei Han spoke calmly, "Fang Che is deliberately stirring up trouble and getting close. There's nothing unusual about that since the Guardian's position... or perhaps... doing so isn't strange. Even if it causes some trouble, it's no big deal."

"It's not Fang Che who's strange, but Lan Xinxue. After the young generation's martial arts competition, she gave me a peculiar feeling, but at the time, the focus was on Fang Che, so I overlooked her. Now it seems there's something fishy going on."

Yan Bei Han furrowed his brows, gazing in the direction of the Netherworld Palace.

"What's so fishy?" Hong Yi asked.

"How can a saint, nurtured with all the resources of a top-tier sect, be so shallow? How can someone of her status fall in love so easily? How can she be so easily swayed by others?"

Yan Bei Han said, "This doesn't make sense!"

"If this is the case, how can such an innocent girl navigate the martial world? Just a casual encounter with an outstanding man could ruin the sect's efforts over the years. And the Netherworld Palace is one of the top sects in the world. How could they make such a mistake?"

Yan Bei Han said, "It seems the Netherworld Palace's higher-ups haven't made a mistake. Instead, I might have misjudged. This woman is not simple."

Hong Yi didn't have much expertise in this area.

So, she didn't have much to say about the report Yan Bei Han handed over.

She glanced at Duan Sunset, who was lying in the recliner, hoping to get some hints from him.

But Duan Sunset lay there with his eyes closed, his breathing inaudible, as if he had silently passed away.

Yan Bei Han's performance didn't even warrant a comment.

"Sigh..."

Hong Yi felt frustrated.

On the eighth floor, Feng Yun also furrowed his brows and instructed the person beside him, "Feng Er, investigate the Netherworld Palace and the Netherworld. Look into Yin Yun Xiao and Lan Xinxue."

He frowned, "There's something off about these two."

"Yes, Young Master."

On this trip to the southeast, Feng Yun had only brought two people with him.

Two servants from the Feng family.

Feng Yi and Feng Er.

...

After the registration at the Netherworld Palace, it was the Azure Palace, the Snowflake Palace, and the White Cloud Palace's turn to register.

Since everyone had given face, there was no question of losing face.

Consequently, the subsequent reclusive sects that arrived had peaceful mindsets.

Among them, many of the 'junior sisters' that Fang Che had met during the previous young generation's competition genuinely admired him.

The entire Four Seas and Eight Corners Tower resonated with their calls of 'Brother Fang,' making Ye Meng's heart burn with jealousy. The vinegar in her heart fermented, and she struggled to control her expression.

This jerk had managed to attract so many girls during his last outing!

The last time, he did it right in front of me, and this time, he's doing it again!

Does he think I'm a pushover? Just wait until we get back; I'll make him pay.

Ye Meng bit her lip, her heart filled with resentment.

Beside her, Dong Yunyu continued to chatter.

"Oh, the name 'School Flower Fang' is well-deserved. He knows so many young ladies..."

Dong Yunyu spoke with a light tone, "Tsk tsk, he's so impressive. To flirt with young ladies in front of his wife, his courage is truly admirable. I could never do that."

Younger Sister, you can tolerate this, but I can't...”

Fang Che frowned, almost covering his forehead with his hand.

It was truly a headache.

Dong Yun Yu's temperament, it seems like it won't change in this lifetime.

Now that there's no one to provoke his despicable nature, he's actually started to target his own people.

What's the point of you stirring up trouble between us?

It's self-defeating!

Finally.

They had arrived at the Cold Sword Sect.

The Cold Sword Sect's four elders led the way, with 108 disciples following behind. They were staying on the fourth floor.

Fang Che specifically glanced at the Cold Sword Sect's Chief Disciple.

His slender figure exuded a faint air of aloofness and pride.

"Luo Feiyu!"

This was the Chief Disciple's name.

Ye Meng was registering, while Fang Che was greeting them.

"Speaking of the Cold Sword Sect, they are not outsiders. Your sect has quite a few disciples in the Guardian Palace. They are all the backbone of the Guardian Palace."

Fang Che said.

As expected, the Chief Disciple, Luo Feiyu, replied indifferently, "They are just ordinary disciples. We are also glad that they can find their place in the Guardian Palace."

Ordinary disciples? Fang Che's heart skipped a beat.

This Chief Disciple was indeed very arrogant.

Fang Che smiled and said, "They are all excellent individuals. I wonder, Brother Luo, were you among the many disciples of the Cold Sword Sect who left the sect last time?"

"No."

Luo Feiyu's tone was indifferent, and his gaze was equally detached, exuding an air of superiority.

Only when looking at Ye Meng did his eyes show a hint of appreciation.

Fang Che let out an 'oh' and said, "I wonder, Brother Luo, what do you think of the over ten thousand fellow disciples who were killed?"

"The ones who were killed?"

Luo Feiyu's expression changed, "What do you mean?"

Fang Che asked, "Do you feel any sorrow, injustice, or hatred? Do you want to avenge them?"

Luo Feiyu's face darkened further, "Fang Che, what do you mean?"

"Nothing."

Fang Che replied indifferently, "In my opinion, those who joined the Guardian Palace to avenge their fellow disciples are all valiant men. At the very least, they have lived up to the words 'swift justice'."

Luo Feiyu's eyes grew serious, "You mean I don't want to avenge my fellow disciples? I'm not a man?"

"I didn't say that."

Fang Che smiled warmly, "You can practice your sword in the sect for a few thousand years until you become invincible, and then come out to avenge your fellow disciples. It's not too late."

Luo Feiyu's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, "Fang Che, what's the point of your quick wit?"

"I can only use my wit. Should I take up my sword and avenge over ten thousand people? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?"

Fang Che said with a mischievous smile.

"Hmph!"

Luo Feiyu's anger was uncontrollable.

"Fang Che, don't act so high and mighty, and don't look down on others!"

"Vengeance will come, it's just a matter of time! The hatred for my fellow disciples weighs on my heart day and night. But now, with my shallow cultivation, even if I go out, what's the point? It's just killing a few low-level demon cultivators, is that considered revenge? The Only Me Sect is filled with experts, what's the point of killing these ants?"

Luo Feiyu coldly huffed, "Have you heard this saying: 'Before the sword is sheathed, one is already in the martial world'."

"I've heard it, so what?"

Fang Che nodded.

"Now, with incomplete cultivation and unrefined sword skills, what's the point of going out for revenge and wandering the martial world? It's just a matter of hot-bloodedness. If you encounter a powerful opponent, you'll immediately lose your life. What's the meaning?"

"Revenge, revenge, without strength, what's the point of revenge?"

Luo Feiyu indignantly said, "You're here mocking and ridiculing others, how shameless!"

"Hahahaha..."

Fang Che laughed, "So, how many years will you cultivate? How long will you make your fellow disciples wait?"

"Your cultivation is insufficient, are your fellow disciples' cultivation insufficient too?"

"The elders' cultivation is also insufficient, right?"

"As you said, there's no point in going out to die, but there's meaning in hiding in the sect and practicing the sword for a few thousand years, right? I think so too. As the sect's top talent, you can command others within the sect, with a few under you and tens of thousands above you. Wherever you go, you're high above, always able to teach others a lesson. Your status is lofty, your identity noble. How refreshing is that!"

"Why come to this dirty martial world, fighting and killing, living day by day?"

"Within the sect, not only is it safe and long-lived, but there are also many senior and junior sisters. When cultivation becomes tedious, form relationships, and enjoy life. Fellow disciples' vengeance is not unavenged. It's just that avenging a few low-level demon cultivators is not considered revenge. The Only Me Religion is filled with experts, what's the point of killing these ants?"

Luo Feiyu coldly snorted, "Have you heard this saying: 'Before the sword is sheathed, one is already in the martial world'."

"I've heard it, so what?"

Fang Che nodded.

"Now, with incomplete cultivation and unrefined sword skills, what's the point of going out for revenge and wandering the martial world? It's just a matter of hot-bloodedness. If you encounter a powerful opponent, you'll immediately lose your life. What's the meaning?"

"Revenge, without strength, what's the point of revenge?"

Luo Feiyu indignantly said, "You're here mocking and ridiculing others, how shameless!"

"Hahahaha..."

Fang Che laughed, "So, how many years will you cultivate? How long will you make your fellow disciples wait?"

"You cultivate for a few thousand years, and then you'll come out to avenge your fellow disciples, right? I'll sweep through the Only Me Religion and avenge them, you say, am I right or wrong?"

Fang Che laughed heartily, facing Luo Feiyu, whose eyes were spitting fire, and the other Cold Sword Sect disciples, "Go back and rest. Rest a bit, experience the martial world, and then go back and practice the sword."

He smiled slightly, "Wait until you cultivate to be invincible, and then come out to avenge your fellow disciples."

Regarding this matter, I'm really looking forward to it. Haha..."

The Cold Sword Sect members, numbering around a hundred, could barely lift their heads.

Each of them cursed Fang Che in their hearts, wishing him a bloody death.

Damn it, our people died, and whether we take revenge or not is our own business.

What does it have to do with you, someone with the surname Fang?

Who do you think you are to come out and talk nonsense?

Moreover, whether we take revenge or not, do you get to decide?

This guy is insane!

"..."

Dong Yun Yu stood to the side, listening intently for a while before she could roughly understand what was going on. Then, she desperately wanted to speak up.

But Fang Che's words were rapid and urgent, leaving no opportunity for Dong Yun Yu to interrupt.

It wasn't until everyone else had left that Dong Yun Yu finally had a chance, but all she could see was the backs of the Cold Sword Sect members.

"Damn it!" Dong Yun Yu cursed under her breath.

Dong Yun Yu spat and covered her chest, feeling frustrated, "I'm so annoyed... I can't even express it."

This was a life-threatening matter for Dong Yun Yu.

I really want to speak up, damn it! Dong Yun Yu approached Fang Che and complained resentfully, "In the future, when there's such an opportunity, let me show my skills."

Fang Che: "..."

If I say anything, it'll only make them uncomfortable. With your mouth, it's likely that a fight will break out, and someone might even lose their life.

How dare you let me speak? Finally, after registering the last member of the Stupa Sect, even the Reclusive Sect had completed their registration.

But there were still some who hadn't registered.

"Who else hasn't registered?"

Fang Che laughed and said, "Feng Yun, aren't you coming down to register?"

Feng Yun's faint laughter echoed as he replied, "Since Fang Zong personally came to register, it's a face-saving gesture for me. Naturally, I'll register properly."

"Thank you, Feng Yun, for giving me face." Fang Che smiled and said, "I must say, you are the first person I've met from the Only Righteous Sect who is so understanding and reasonable."

Feng Yun's body appeared in mid-air and slowly descended. His white robe fluttered, his tall figure, and his handsome features.

Although he had only two guards behind him, the aura he exuded made it seem like he had brought an army of thousands. At this moment, even the sun and moon in the clear sky seemed to lose their brilliance before him.

Feng Yun slowly descended, his sleeves fluttering as he stood gracefully. His black hair swayed gently.

His eyes sparkled like stars, and even though he was floating in the air, his body naturally exuded a sense of deep and majestic stability.

"It seems you've met quite a few people from the Only Righteous Sect, Fang Zong?" Feng Yun asked with a smile as he descended.

"Yes, quite a few. Probably a few hundred."

Fang Che sighed, "I must say, each of them bears the distinct mark of the Only Righteous Sect."

"And how do you recognize them?" Feng Yun asked.

"After they die, there's a missing piece at their heart."

Fang Che shook his head and sighed, "Alas, it's too easy to identify them."

Feng Yun's smile didn't fade, and his voice carried a hint of laughter, "If Fang Zong can see this in the future, then I'm no different from them, with a missing piece at my heart as well."

Fang Che burst into laughter, "If there's a chance, I must learn from you."

Behind Feng Yun, Feng Yi's eyes narrowed, and murderous intent surged in his heart.

This bastard actually wants to see the Young Master's corpse?

You're purely looking for death.

Feng Yun had already reached the table and slowly approached, smiling, "Fang Zong can wait patiently, but it might not be that easy."

Fang Che sighed, "Your words, Young Master Yun, truly resonate with me. Seeing your corpse is an incredibly difficult task."

Feng Yun revealed a brilliant smile and said, "Fang Zong, you are a talent, the number one King in the world, a name that echoes like thunder. It's only a matter of time before your future achievements surpass mine."

"I don't know how to respond to Young Master Yun's words."

Fang Che laughed.

Feng Yun walked up to Zhao Ying'er and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work, sister. Please register me."

"Young Master Feng is too polite." Fang Che responded on Zhao Ying'er's behalf. She merely smiled and pursed her lips.

"Feng Yun, Only Righteous Sect, Eighth Floor, Room 11."

"These are my two followers. This is Feng Yi, and he will be in Room 10. The other is in Room 12."

Feng Yun introduced them with openness, "Yes, the middle reception room and the small hall are also ours."

"Young Master Yun only brought two people?"

Fang Che's heart tightened, but he maintained a smile on his face.

Feng Yi and Feng Er.

This reminded Fang Che of what Feng Shiqi had said.

A name passed down through generations.

There were a total of 108 people like this.

And this time, following Feng Yun, the first and second on the list were present.

Fang Che immediately understood.

The cultivation of these two was absolutely terrifying, like piercing through the heavens and earth! Feng Yun only brought these two, clearly confident that they could protect his life in any situation.

Feng Yun smiled and said, "This trip, I'm here like visiting relatives, so why bring so many people?"

Fang Che laughed, "Young Master Yun, your use of the word 'relatives' is truly ingenious. In today's world, many relatives wish for their kin to suffer misfortune and death."

"Feng Yun couldn't help but chuckle, 'Fang Zong, your mouth is something else... It leaves me speechless. But personally, I still want to be good friends with Fang Zong. Even if we become enemies in the future, to have an enemy who is also a confidant is a great joy in life. Even if I die in battle, it's still better than dying at the hands of others.'

His expression was sincere, and his gaze was earnest, even a little earnest.

Fang Che sighed, 'Cloud Young Master, you can make friends because of your status and position, so you can do as you please. But Fang Che can't. However, I still appreciate Cloud Young Master's deep friendship. In the future, when we meet in the Jianghu, let's settle our friendship with our swords.'

Feng Yun laughed, 'Good, then it's settled.'

After finishing the registration, he gracefully turned and left.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to say to Ye Meng, 'Brother, you're working hard.'

Dong Yun Yu politely smiled and nodded.

Then, he floated away.

Fang Che watched Feng Yun leave, and his heart sank a little.

Not to mention anything else, Feng Yun's demeanor, temperament, and qualities were among the best of the young generation that Fang Che had ever seen.

His majestic and dignified presence was one of the best in the young generation.

His refined and elegant demeanor complemented his qualities, making him an outstanding figure!

'A rare enemy! And a formidable one. If this person grows up, he will definitely be a great opponent for the Guardians! He will be hard to deal with!'

This was Fang Che's evaluation of Feng Yun in his heart.

'There are two more groups.'

Fang Che looked at the ninth floor, which was the topmost floor.

There were three people on the left and only one on the right.

At this moment, only these two groups had not yet registered.

Moreover, Fang Che found it strange: with the presence of the Only Me Religion's Feng Yun and the Heavenly Palace's Netherworld representatives, who else could occupy the ninth floor under their personal influence without any signs?

The ninth floor.

An aged voice spoke, 'Little Fang, when I arrived, I had already registered at the inn's manager. My name is Tian Xiaqi. Little Fang, you must remember my name.'

'Tian Xiaqi?'

Fang Che was stunned for a moment, and his heart was filled with surprise. This name was not ordinary.

'Senior, this name is truly remarkable, viewing the entire world as a chessboard.' Fang Che said.

'You're playing mind games again, young man. I'm surnamed Tian, Tian Mu's Tian. Such a big name, won't it shorten my lifespan?' The aged voice had a hint of laughter.

This name was majestic, but Fang Che had never heard of it before.

Obviously, the people from the various major sects were also unfamiliar with this name. In each room and hall, countless people looked perplexed.

Tian Xiaqi? What kind of name was this? Was he always thinking about chess?

But just as Fang Che returned to the eighth floor, Feng Yi transmitted a message to Feng Yun.

Feng Yun's face immediately showed a look of shock, and he came out, respectfully saying, 'Could it be the Fengyun Qi Senior who laid the foundation for the Cloud Peak Rankings?'

This sentence caused the entire place to fall silent for a moment.

Fengyun Qi.

He laid the foundation for the Cloud Peak Rankings, including the pinnacle of martial arts techniques and the establishment of the First Cloud Peak Arsenal Poem.

Therefore, his martial prowess and cultivation were absolutely extraordinary. Otherwise, it would be impossible to evaluate the pinnacle warriors.

The Cloud Peak Rankings were established in the late stages of the Cloud Peak Arsenal Poem, and then it was developed.

Since then, the Cloud Peak Rankings have been continuously updated, and no one knows if it was solely the work of Dongfang Sansan or if there was still the involvement of Fengyun Qi behind the scenes.

This was a mystery.

But from the aspect of the Cloud Peak Rankings, this Fengyun Qi was the pioneer.

No one could deny this!

Fang Che had never heard of this name in his past life or this life, and his level was far from sufficient. But when he heard the phrase 'laid the foundation for the Cloud Peak Rankings,' he was also shocked in his heart.

It was this divine person!

The aged voice sighed softly, 'It's been so long, and there are still people who remember.'

'Heroes of the past and present are determined by a single stroke, and the world's fortunes are like a half-played game of chess.'

Feng Yun respectfully said, 'Senior, your prestige is like the sun at noon, shining for thousands of years. Who dares to forget?'

The aged voice calmly said, 'Feng Yun's family education is still not bad.'

Feng Yun respectfully said, 'I really didn't know that Senior was upstairs... I don't know why Senior came today...'

The aged voice chuckled, not speaking.

But from the room across, a kind voice transmitted, 'The chess player was invited by me to chat and reminisce.'

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

Although this voice sounded kind and amiable, it made people imagine an old grandpa with white hair and a benevolent smile.

But... this person was actually able to casually bring Fengyun Qi here to chat and reminisce?

Countless eyes looked at Fang Che below, who was preparing to register, with a hint of schadenfreude.

Now, let's see how you register.

Fang Che also felt a sudden chill down his spine.

His mind was blown, and his hair stood on end.

...

(End of Chapter)

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