Chapter 1220: Chess Soul

This world is facing a resurgence of Spiritual Energy; although they want to gain a firm foothold in the new world, they also know that Chen Yu is the person who can change the landscape, or rather, break the deadlock.

But he still has to see if Chen Yu has this strength; if Chen Yu has this strength, then fine, they have no problem attaching themselves to the strong.

But if Chen Yu does not have this strength, then sorry, the Heavenly Secret Chess Game is the place that will trap you, and Chen Yu can forget about walking out.

Their Yi Jian Pavilion's mountain gate is not so easy to break into.

"Very well, the first round, Heart Demon Tribulation." Qingxu pointed his right hand upward into the void, and the scene changed.

Everything around slowly changed; the black-and-white world became a world full of color.

This place was a manor, filled with uniform palace-style architecture, storied buildings, pavilions, and the sounds of birds and the scent of flowers.

Inside the manor were winding corridors, with ponds and rockeries inside, giving one a very pleasant feeling.

Chen Yu placed himself in this world and walked leisurely along the long corridor.

"The gentleman has arrived?" A maid dressed in ancient attire walked up to Chen Yu and bowed slightly.

Chen Yu was somewhat puzzled, but then realized that there must be a Spirit of the Chess inside this chess game, and everything before his eyes was the scene of the Spirit of the Chess's life.

Chen Yu nodded slightly, and the maid bowed and said: "My Young Sect Master is obsessed with chess and has not left his room for five days and five nights. He cannot break that game no matter what, and if this continues, I fear his health will suffer."

"You and Young Sect Master Qifeng are close friends; you have not seen each other for ten years, and now that you have returned from beyond the frontier, I fear only you can persuade him," the maid said.

"Take me to see him," Chen Yu replied indifferently.

"This way, please, sir." The maid led Chen Yu through the long corridors, entered three courtyards, and finally arrived at the deep manor.

He saw that in the center of an artificial lake in front, a house stood in the middle of the lake.

"Please, sir," the maid said, "the Young Sect Master is inside."

"Thank you for your trouble." Chen Yu nodded and followed the corridor inside.

More information surfaced in his mind: Young Sect Master Qifeng was a descendant of a Daliang chess general, obsessed with the Dao of chess.

But he accidentally obtained an ancient, strange game and became trapped within it.

Taking another step forward, Chen Yu suddenly locked his brows and looked at the house with some surprise.

Taking this extra step, it was already a different world from the outside.

Moreover, an extremely thick, bloody stench rushed into his nose; he hesitated for a moment and continued to walk forward.

Slowly pushing open the door, Chen Yu's expression changed.

He saw that the room was antique, and a chess game was set up on the desk in the center.

That Young Sect Master had long since disappeared, and in his place were three corpses.

These three corpses looked like servants, and they had been slashed by several swords and had long since breathed their last.

As for that Young Sect Master, he had long since vanished without a trace.

Chen Yu walked up and saw the chess game on the table; the pieces on this board were in disarray, and the white pieces were already in a dead end.

The game had been moved; it was clear the other party had tried their best to save the white pieces, but no matter what, there was no way to save them.

A thought suddenly surged into Chen Yu's mind: obsession with chess leads to becoming a Demon in a single thought. This Young Sect Master Qifeng must have obtained this ancient chess game and, unable to break it for a long time, became a Demon in a single thought, becoming bloodthirsty.

Just at this moment, a scream came from outside.

Chen Yu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly walked out of the room. This residence was a deep courtyard; he hurriedly walked toward the courtyard where he had entered.

The scene before him made him gasp in surprise; the courtyard that had been fine just a moment ago was now littered with corpses.

More than ten servants lay on the ground; they had all been hacked to death by chaotic sword strikes, and most had their throats slit with a single blow, dead as could be.

Chen Yu hurriedly rushed to the front courtyard.

The scene before him shocked him even more; he saw at least thirty corpses in the front courtyard—these corpses included servants, the master of the house, and guest scholars.

A scream came from the corridor ahead; he saw the maid from earlier running over in a hurry, only to be pierced through the heart from behind by a sword from a white-robed man.

That white-robed man was Qifeng, and also the Spirit of the Chess in this game.

He saw that his face was covered in blood, and his white robes were almost entirely dyed red.

His hair was disheveled, his expression ferocious, and having just become a Demon, he had gone on a killing spree; his relatives and friends, from his parents down to his lover, had all been hacked to death by his sword.

The White-robed Blood Case.

Chen Yu understood; this was a scene that happened during the Spirit of the Chess's life, and the Spirit of the Chess trapped in this board was named Qifeng.

All these years, he had been repeating the scene from his life, yet he could never walk out of this game.

"Why? Why can I not break this game? Why?" Qifeng's expression was icy; he looked up at the sky and muttered, "I have been drunk on the Dao of chess my whole life, but why can I not break this game?"

"They say I am crazy." The sword in Qifeng's hand pointed at the corpses on the ground, a trace of a neurotic smile appearing on his face: "They think I am a madman?"

"Haha, it is truly a joke. I am the number one chess player of Daliang; my grandfather passed his Heavenly Secret Chess Art to me. I played against the Emperor and defeated all the chess players of Daliang, becoming famous throughout the world. They actually think I am a madman."

"Tell me, am I a madman? Am I?" Qifeng's voice became hysterical, and he roared: "I am not! I am the world's number one chess player, Qifeng."

"How are you any different from a madman now?" Chen Yu's brows were locked tight; he could hardly bear to watch this plot anymore.

This guy was obsessed with chess, but in the end, he became a Demon because of it. Because he could not break the game, he became a Demon in a single thought and slaughtered his family and friends. He was a madman himself, wasn't he?

The most terrifying thing about a madman is not just that he is crazy, but that he stubbornly believes he is not crazy and that he is the normal one.

"Do you also think I am a madman?" Qifeng stared fixedly at Chen Yu, revealing a look of disbelief.

"You slaughtered all your own relatives; if you aren't a madman, what are you?" Chen Yu said coldly.

"You think so too?" Qifeng looked at Chen Yu, his eyes revealing a look of extreme disappointment: "I thought you understood me."

"I am not that close friend of yours; I fear that close friend of yours has also died under your sword, right?" Chen Yu said indifferently: "In your world, is chess important—even more so than family and friends?"

"Can you keep company with chess for a lifetime, and is the importance of chess even greater than the Life of your relatives?"

"That's right, in this world, there is nothing more important than chess," Qifeng roared: "They did not understand me and called me a madman, so I had to kill them all."

"So if you aren't a madman, what are you?" Chen Yu shook his head and pointed at the corpses on the ground: "Look, these people—you killed them all."