Upon hearing this sound, Yi Feng's expression was indescribably complex.
In this world of cultivation, although skills like qinqi calligraphy and painting were not very useful, having a few more skills would still give him some sense of accomplishment.
What made him feel bad was the reward mount.
It was actually called Slowly?
Just listening to the name, he could tell it was nothing good.
Moreover, the cautionary tale of Lu Benwei's control was still vivid in his mind.
"Senior, what exactly is this?"
And the Yang Beard Old Man could no longer restrain himself and hurriedly asked the monk, "Layman, study it carefully and you will surely get results."
"Amitabha."
The monk said with a smile.
Then he and Yi Feng left one after the other.
The Yang Beard Old Man stood blankly in place, then quickly sat down next to the chessboard, his eyes carefully observing the chess game between the two.
When he focused his divine sense to look, he suddenly realized that the entire chess game had turned into a galaxy.
In the galaxy were countless stars.
One black and one white force were intertwined together.
But it was clearly visible that the black force quickly gained the upper hand, then drove the white force to a corner until it was completely swallowed up.
"This, this..."
"Could it be..."
"The power of the Great Dao?"
The Yang Beard Old Man shuddered in fright, his eyes filled with incredulity.
And he suddenly remembered.
The mortal had used the black chess pieces just now, while the monk had used the white. Did this not correspond to the two forces in the galaxy?
He then realized that the young man he had looked down upon was no ordinary mortal, but a powerful figure even greater than the monk!
In front of him, he was probably the real ordinary mortal!
He laughed bitterly and shook his head.
He had never imagined that he only wanted to accept a disciple here, but had met two such unparalleled masters, each one stronger than the last!
"The path of immortality has been severed, such powerful figures should not have appeared in this world..."
"This continent will surely undergo a massive change!"
"An event of such importance must be reported downwards."
However, the chess game they left behind was a huge opportunity for him.
He could not help but bow twice in the direction Kun Peng and Yi Feng had left, to express his thanks.
On the street.
Yi Feng caught up with the monk and asked with a smile, "I still haven't asked for master's dharma name?"
"This poor monk is called Chen Kunpeng, dharma name Kun Peng."
The monk smiled with his palms together.
"So it turns out to be Kun Peng Master, pleased to meet you."
Yi Feng also lowered his head slightly with his palms together and continued, "By the way, Kun Peng Master, you didn't accept that old guy's inheritance just now, and he even called you Senior so respectfully. You must also be a cultivator, right?"
"Layman, where are you speaking of, I'm just a monk."
Kun Peng monk smiled and replied, "He called me senior just because my chess skills are slightly better than his."
"Alright!"
Yi Feng nodded.
He admired this Kun Peng monk a little in his heart.
He clearly could have accepted the inheritance from that cultivator, but chose not to. What a powerful figure...
It was a pity he did not have any spiritual roots, otherwise with his chess skills, that old guy could surely have passed on his legacy to him!
It was truly too bad.
Otherwise, if Kun Peng had cultivated a little, at the very least he could have reached the Martial Spirit realm!
Just then, Kun Peng monk suddenly stopped.
He turned around and smiled at Yi Feng, "Layman, I shall take my leave for today. It is about time for me to go accumulate karma."
As he spoke, he walked toward a nearby restaurant.
But when Yi Feng took a closer look, he was shocked.
"Yihong Academy?"
He couldn't help but cry out, "Kun Peng Master, you're going there to accumulate karma?"
Kun Peng monk glanced at the signboard overhead and smiled gently, "Layman, don't panic. Everything is due to karma. And in my eyes, all living beings are equal, all are my benefactors."
"Since it's all accumulating karma, then where isn't accumulating karma?"
"So farewell for now, layman. Of course, given our affinity I believe we will definitely meet again in the future."
After saying that, he smiled righteously and strode grandly into Yihong Academy.
"What a powerful figure."
"This is what a truly detached, powerful figure looks like."
Yi Feng could not help but give a thumbs up. Then he left with Zhong Qing...
Soon,
the master and disciple returned to Chaos Realm.
Recalling Lu Benwei robbing the marriage token ball, Yi Feng felt a headache coming on.
Especially upon hearing that the bride's side had already prepared for the wedding and would come to fetch the bride tomorrow, Yi Feng could finally sit still no longer.
Therefore, he who had intended to stay and play around Chaotic Path for a few more days brought Lu Benwei with him to escape overnight.
Others might not know what Lu Benwei was, but was he not clear?
As such, this marriage simply could not happen.
If the bride's side knew that the thief of the marriage token ball was a skeleton, apart from possibly scaring them to death, they might fly into a rage out of humiliation and tie them all up.
"Can't you tell how useless you are? You damned thing actually went and stole a marriage token ball, aiming to ruin others?"
In the dark night, Yi Feng pulled Lu Benwei along as he berated him.
"No, I won't leave," Lu Benwei hugged a tree tightly, refusing to budge no matter how Yi Feng pulled.
"Why are you insisting on staying?" Yi Feng asked coldly.
"I want to get married. I want love," Lu Benwei clung to the big tree resolutely.
"Get married?"
Upon hearing this, Yi Feng was instantly infuriated, and dealt a sharp slap.
"You damned mutt, talking about getting married. Wanting love?"
"Just by stealing another's marriage token ball you have already harmed them greatly. And you still want to marry them and ruin their reputation?"
Yi Feng was so furious that smoke seemed to billow from his seven apertures. Gripping Lu Benwei's arm, he lectured him word for word.
"No, I must," Lu Benwei uttered the most determined words in the most cowardly tone.
After speaking, he even shrank his head back slightly.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
