Chapter 441

At this time, the ground battlefield had already entered its final stage; the Shaman main force retreated, and the split-off Western Route Army was completely wiped out.

Throughout the entire battle, the Shaman tribe left behind over 200,000 corpses, and the number of wounded was countless. Meanwhile, the Azure Void suffered 30,000 casualties, the vast majority of whom died under blood curses; in addition, several thousand people died from black water in the earth-rampart zones.

All five earth-rampart zones were polluted by black water, and nothing could grow on the ground anymore; the underground life force was cut off, and it could only rely on the power of the realm boundary to purify it bit by bit.

The Great Shamans lost by the Shaman tribe basically all died at Wei Yuan's hands, and the cause of death for the two Great Shamans shot by the giant crossbows was also largely attributed to the realm boundary by heaven and earth, so the gifts of heaven and earth basically went to the Azure Void and the immortal plants. Thus, bursts of spiritual energy rain appeared in the sky from time to time, allowing the Azure Void's nourishment to be replenished.

This time, when the Shaman tribe retreated, they still had considerable strength; it was only because Master Yu Jing was defeated that they had to retreat, so they took away many wounded and even carried away some corpses.

Established for nearly two years, the Azure Void had already experienced countless great battles; there were at least 200,000 veterans, and every general was experienced, even the old Daoist Chuhe could speak eloquently about marching and formations. Therefore, Wei Yuan didn't need to worry much at this time; the generals cleaned up the battlefield and treated the wounded themselves.

And Wei Yuan was currently facing Huang Yun, Xuanyue, Zhu Yuanjin, the Four Sages Academy great Confucian Ouyang Ming, the Bao family's Seventh Elder, Chenzhou, and the monk Qiuyue. These seven people's auras were intertwined, and no one could suppress anyone else. Each one was a Bodhisattva, requiring Wei Yuan's small temple to treat them solemnly.

Wei Yuan sensed with his aura and felt as if seven high mountains were standing before him.

Ouyang Ming of the Four Sages Academy simply nodded to Wei Yuan and went to Li Zhi's place, taking the opportunity to give some pointers to this academy's proud disciple.

The three True Lords of the Grand Void Palace encouraged Wei Yuan, and then Fenhai Zhenjun Huang Yun could not stay long; after explaining some things to Bao Yun, he returned to the northern battlefield. Zhu Yuanjin just patted Wei Yuan and then disappeared. She had always been elusive, and Wei Yuan was used to it.

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue was naturally extremely satisfied with Wei Yuan, but he was as disheveled as he could be right now; his inner and outer Dharma robes had turned into strips of cloth, and he could only use cloud energy to cover his true form as a disguise.

Seeing this, Wei Yuan quietly took out a magic treasure-grade outer robe he had just exchanged from the Grand Void Palace, attached a concealment intent to it, and secretly floated it toward Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue.

The item had just left his hand when it suddenly disappeared, and then Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue appeared in new clothes, looking spirited, deliberately flicking his large sleeves.

It was a pity that Wei Yuan was not a Daoist and had not exchanged for Daoist attire, so he could not make his ancestor look brand new from head to toe, only able to make a small gesture. Wei Yuan had the heart to mold a Daoist crown out of stone, but unfortunately, everyone present was a Fenhai Zhenjun, and he couldn't deceive their eyes and ears at all.

Wei Yuan chatted with Ancestor Xuanyue for a few sentences and learned the general course of the battle.

Xuanyue still disdained besieging opponents, and finally, after communicating with the various human True Lords, he held off three You Wu alone, while Ouyang Ming held off one You Wu, and the other True Lords joined forces, heavily injuring one You Wu in a few moves. However, that You Wu's outburst in desperation also attracted the attention of the monster beyond the heavens.

The You Wu saw that the situation was bad and could only flee under the gaze of the monster beyond the heavens, resulting in each of them having their foundations damaged. And the You Wu that was initially besieged and heavily injured was on the verge of falling, unable to recover from its injuries for a hundred or two hundred years.

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue was as formidable as ever, but he also overestimated himself a little bit as always; fighting three alone was very strenuous, but fortunately, his combat experience was extremely rich, and the injuries to his Dharma body were all concentrated on his body, with his face remaining unscathed.

After speaking with his ancestor, Wei Yuan thanked the three True Lords, including the Seventh Elder.

The sudden appearance of these three True Lords was completely beyond Wei Yuan's expectations. If it weren't for them, the human side would now be one person short in numbers. Although Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue fought two alone, the overall strength was still at a disadvantage, and they would have to wait for the elders of Li Zhi's family to arrive before they could turn the situation around.

After the thanks, the three True Lords had no intention of leaving at all, and the Seventh Elder's expression was quite unkind.

One must know that this place was the Broken Domain, and the will of the monster beyond the heavens had just descended; even Wei Yuan and these Dharma Forms would feel a trace of palpitations from time to time, not to mention these Master Yu Jing great experts.

They had to keep their hearts as still as water at all times, and their Dao power could not have the slightest fluctuation or leakage, so that they would not be discovered by the monster beyond the heavens.

A Fenhai Zhenjun's Mind-Reflection World was massive and difficult to restrain, so staying here was extremely exhausting. Therefore, Fenhai Zhenjun Huang Yun and the great Confucian Ouyang Ming left after a simple exchange of pleasantries, and Zhu Yuanjin also left very decisively.

But the Seventh Elder and the two unfamiliar Master Yu Jing had no intention of leaving. Since they didn't leave, Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue didn't leave either; he actually wanted to see what these three guys dared to do to his great-great-grand-disciple.

The Seventh Elder looked at Wei Yuan, and he couldn't help but think of that game of chess he had lost miserably; his expression became increasingly ugly, and the more he looked at Wei Yuan, the less he liked him.

This feeling was like teaching a disciple a set of sword techniques, but the disciple just wouldn't follow the routine, and he himself happened to be unable to beat him, so he had a belly full of great principles but no opportunity to speak, which was indescribably awkward.

The Seventh Elder gave a heavy snort and said, "I think your chess style is unorthodox and has already deviated from the Great Dao; if this continues, you will ruin yourself sooner or later! But I expect you won't be convinced. However, after Master Qiuyue and Mr. Chenzhou saw the chess record of that game you played, they felt a sense of cherishing talent and are prepared to come over to give you some pointers, lest your chess Dao go astray." Wei Yuan had no choice but to thank them, while simultaneously mobilizing the mortals in "Human Realm Renjian Yanhuo."

At this time, the soldiers had just finished a great battle, and the main force had already retreated, resting after a full meal, so there were tens of thousands more people in "Human Realm Renjian Yanhuo," and the speed of deduction greatly increased.

This Master Qiuyue and Mr. Chenzhou came prepared, clearly not easy to deal with. Fortunately, Wei Yuan didn't have such a strong desire to win or lose, feeling that winning one game and losing one game was no big deal. But thinking deeper, since he had won against the Seventh Elder, if he easily lost to the monk Qiuyue and Mr. Chenzhou, wouldn't that mean the Seventh Elder's chess skills were very poor?

Wei Yuan had just gained the Seventh Elder's support, so he naturally couldn't lose face for him at this time, so no matter what, he had to fight hard against the two great masters before losing.

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue heard about this and was also stunned, then helpless. Although he considered his chess skills not bad, he still had this bit of self-awareness; he definitely couldn't reach the level of a master, and his chess strength was at least one grade lower. Without strength, one had no right to speak, so Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue wisely shut his mouth.

Several people descended into the Azure Void and came to Wei Yuan's residence to sit. Wei Yuan ordered people to find chess equipment, set up the formation, and first played against Qiuyue.

Beside them, Xuanyue only watched a few moves before seeing that things were not good. Wei Yuan's placement of pieces was simply not in the chess records, and the chess shape was as ugly as it could be; several pieces were even lined up into a wall, the chess shape was as dull as could be, beyond compare.

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue could only sigh inwardly; the Heaven Blue Palace had never valued music, chess, calligraphy, or painting, focusing wholeheartedly on fist techniques, and Wei Yuan's chess shape was clearly the Heaven Blue Palace style.

Looking at the monk Qiuyue, his placement of pieces was light, agile, and magnificent, possessing both the charm of Zen and the spirit of mountains and rivers, with a magnificent atmosphere. This game had the potential to become a famous game passed down through the ages. It was just that Wei Yuan's chess was truly too ugly, severely dragging the monk Qiuyue down.

Xuanyue found it truly uninteresting to watch, so he glared at Mr. Chenzhou and said, "Come, let's try a game too."

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Although Mr. Chenzhou was arrogant, he had already witnessed Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue's terrifying combat power in the great battle just now, and he really wasn't a match for him. Therefore, he pretended not to see Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue's rudeness; with a wave of his hand, a jade table, jade chairs, and a jade chessboard with an immortal aura already appeared before him.

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue was not polite either, directly placing a piece on the star point. This was a standard method; Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue went first, acknowledging that his chess strength was inferior to his opponent's.

Both sides placed pieces like flying, and in the blink of an eye, there was murderous intent in Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue's eyes.

Mr. Chenzhou suddenly flicked his robe sleeve and ended the game, saying, "This game doesn't count, restart."

He directly placed a white piece on each of the diagonal star points, and then played a move himself while holding black. Although the previous game was short, Mr. Chenzhou had already seen that Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue's chess strength was not good, so he ended the game before he could get angry from embarrassment and changed it to giving two pieces.

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue also acquiesced; after all, he just had a bad temper and was not a person who would play the rogue. If his skills were inferior to others, he had to accept the handicap.

A moment later, Mr. Chenzhou ended the game again and changed it to giving four pieces.

Then it was five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, until eight pieces. Giving eight pieces was generally the limit; by the time it reached giving nine pieces, the gap between the two sides was already large enough that a disciple's disciple could play against the other side.

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue finally got serious this time. After playing a dozen moves, he became slower and slower, and the last piece often required thinking for the time it took for a stick of incense to burn before it could be placed. Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue wasn't really thinking deeply; with his chess strength and spiritual sense speed, one breath of time was enough, and thinking more wouldn't yield better moves. This wasn't a problem of miscalculation, but a problem of level.

Therefore, Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue made up his mind: at worst, he would only play one piece a day. Currently, Master Yu Jing was very uncomfortable staying in the Broken Domain, constantly consuming Dao power without any replenishment, and his state of mind could not have fluctuations. Therefore, Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue was certain that the other party's cultivation was not as good as his own; as long as he dragged it out for seven or eight days, Mr. Chenzhou would not be able to hold on, thereby winning this game smoothly.

So Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue held a chess piece in his hand, as if he had turned into a statue, his spiritual sense having long drifted to Wei Yuan's game. Wei Yuan's head was steaming with heat at this time, having exerted his full strength; 80,000 mortals had already been mobilized in "Human Realm Renjian Yanhuo," and the number was still increasing.

The more times the mortals deduced the chess game, the faster the speed, and the moves they derived were even more sharp and effective, it was just that sometimes they looked bizarre.

Wei Yuan's chess shape was as ugly as ever, and he successfully led the monk Qiuyue astray. Under Wei Yuan's constant pressure, the monk Qiuyue also played out clumps of dull shapes.

Qiuyue's chess shape was originally a superb landscape, but now it looked like it had been smeared with a few large ink blots, looking almost as ugly as Wei Yuan's chess shape.

At this time, the monk Qiuyue's face was livid, his bald head turning red, and his Zen heart looked like it was about to be lost.

(End of chapter)