Si Lei Zhenjun

Surrounded by clouds and mist, reflecting the sunset, Sunset Terrace seems to be covered with a colorful robe.

Chu Xing was flying in the air with his sword, and from a distance he saw Zhao Chunfeng playing chess in the small pavilion below. Beside him stood two old men he had never seen before. One had a face full of flesh and muscles like a dragon and a python, and the other had a gaunt face and a skinny body.

He came here to take advantage of his abundant spiritual stones and wanted to go to the Dharma Hall to learn a new magic spell.

Chu Xingxing walked into the small pavilion, found a place to sit down, and grinned:

"Brother, why are you playing chess here?"

"I've been inside for a long time, so I came out to get some fresh air."

Zhao Chunfeng stretched and continued to fiddle with the chessboard.

Chu Xing pointed at the two people behind Zhao Chunfeng and asked curiously:

"Who are these two, Senior Brother?"

Zhao Chunfeng seemed to have just realized that there were two people standing behind him. He bowed respectfully to them and said:

"Disciple Zhao Chunfeng pays homage to the Second and Third Elders!"

"Disciple Chu Xing pays his respects to the Second Elder and the Third Elder!" Chu Xing also quickly followed suit and saluted.

The Yunxiao Sect has nine elders who are in charge of the Law Enforcement Hall, Beast Hall, Weapon Hall, Dharma Transmission Hall, Alchemy Hall, Talisman Hall, Contribution Hall, Spiritual Medicine Hall, and Mission Hall in order from the Great Elder to the Ninth Elder.

Chu Xing was a nobody who was only concerned with writing storybooks. He had only heard of such characters among his fellow disciples. When he first saw them, he felt as if he had finally seen a living person. He remembered that the second elder of the sect was Dong Wuyuan and the third elder was Wan Shankong.

Wan Shankong waved his hand and said with a hearty smile, "No need to be polite. We are here to ask Junior Brother Chunfeng something."

"I wonder what the two elders want to ask?" Zhao Chunfeng felt a little confused. He had never had any interaction with the two of them before.

"Yesterday, when we were drinking with that rough guy, the Eighth Elder Han Mao, we kept hearing him bragging about how free he is now. He said that after having the Green Jade Puppet, he no longer needs to arrange for his disciples to take care of the spiritual medicine garden. That puppet was made by my nephew, right?" Wan Shankong said.

"It's my disciple." Zhao Chunfeng said.

"We are quite curious about the method of refining this jade puppet. Can you tell us roughly how it is made? If it can be refined in batches, we are willing to pay a high price to buy it." Wan Shankong said.

Zhao Chunfeng nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and then spoke slowly:

"When I was out on a mission, I killed a Dayan Divine Sect elder and obtained a soul-splitting secret technique from his storage bag. After I mastered it, I found it boring, so I modified it slightly."

"Originally, this secret technique allowed one to separate a portion of one's own spirit and soul to control corpses or puppets. After my modification, I can now absorb a portion of another person's spirit and soul."

"The spirits within the Jade Puppet were all taken from the demonic cult monsters imprisoned at the foot of the Hanging Sword Cliff by my disciples. Then, by placing restrictions on their spirits, I can make them obey my orders."

Wankongshan: “…”

Dong Wuyuan: “…”

Chu Xing: “…”

"What do the two elders think?"

Zhao Chunfeng's face flushed slightly, and he looked at Wan Kongshan and Dong Wuyuan with hope, saying:

"Do you want to learn my refining method?"

Wan Kongshan and Dong Wuyuan looked at each other.

Dong Wuyuan coughed dryly twice, looked around and said, "What was that thing that Junior Brother was fiddling with just now? It's quite new to me."

"Go."

"Oh, could you tell me more about that?"

"This is a little thing made by my junior disciple. Why not let him talk to the two elders about it."

Seeing Wan Shankong and Dong Wuyuan looking at him, Chu Xing nodded, and then explained the rules and how to play to them with ease.

"Junior Brother Chunfeng."

Dong Wuyuan smiled amiably at Zhao Chunfeng and said:

"Just now I saw you playing chess with yourself. How about I play a game with you?"

You are so brave, old man!

Chu Xing's mouth twitched, and he kindly suggested:

"Big Brother, this is the Second Elder's first time playing chess. How about giving him two pieces?"

"Well, that's not necessary."

Dong Wuyuan looked confident, waved his hand, and sat down on the stone pier opposite Zhao Chunfeng, saying:

"I am a Hedao cultivator. I will learn the rules of such a simple game after just one listen."

"Second Elder, please go first!"

Zhao Chunfeng made a gesture of invitation.

The two began to play chess, Dong Wuyuan played black, Zhao Chunfeng played white, and Chu Xing and Wan Shankong acted as spectators.

"Hey hey hey, Mr. Dong, you're making a wrong move. Go down here!"

"You shouldn't make this move like this. You should make it here."

After the two of them had played dozens of moves, Wan Shankong began to give Dong Wuyuan instructions from time to time.

"Hey, how could you play chess like this?"

An expression of impatience gradually emerged on Dong Wuyuan's face. He turned his head and looked angrily at Wan Shankong, then pointed at the chessboard and said:

"Come on, come on, tell me, what's wrong with my move?"

"Look, after you do this,"

Wan Shankong pointed at a chess piece on the chessboard.

"Isn't this chess piece dead?"

Dong Wuyuan looked in the direction where Wan Shankong pointed, and suddenly realized that it was indeed the case, but his expression did not change at all. He snorted coldly and said:

"You're a guy with a brain full of muscles, you don't know shit. I have my own plan!"

After another hundred moves, most of the chessboard was gradually occupied by white pieces, and Dong Wuyuan's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Wan Shankong stood behind Dong Wuyuan with his hands behind his back, and said in a tone of regret:

"Ah, I told you not to listen to me, so you're going to lose, right?"

"You old bastard, do you deserve my respect?"

Dong Wuyuan's face flushed red, and he instantly emanated a powerful aura. A terrifying pressure permeated his body. He raised his fist and smashed it behind him with tremendous force. At the same time, his other hand casually disrupted the chessboard:

"Are you always making noises in the back?"

"Hey, you skinny monkey, you would have lost without my guidance. Look at you, you're not very smart."

Wan Shankong was not willing to be outdone. He was full of vigor and took Wan Kongshan's powerful punch.

The two men first exchanged fists and kicks, relying purely on physical collisions. As they fought, they flew into the air and began to cast various powerful spells at each other, causing the void to vibrate and cracks to spread.

"Old man, you are stuck in the sect, do you dare to go out and fight?"

"Hmph, do you think I'm afraid of you? Let's go."

The two black shadows in the sky gradually moved away, finally turning into two black dots and disappearing.

Chu Xing stuck his head out from behind the pillar. The two men had just fought so fiercely that he was afraid that he would die on the spot if he was hit by accident.

Zhao Chunfeng was leisurely picking up the chess pieces scattered on the ground. Seeing Chu Xing like this, he couldn't help but smile and said:

"It's all too far away. Come out, Junior Brother."

"Brother, I was so scared just now. I'm so small that I'm dead from just one blow!"

Chu Xing said this with a bitter look on his face, and sat down on the fence of the pavilion, speechless and choking. What is going on?

He couldn't help but think of the wise words of "a genius" from his previous life on Blue Star:

"If you're not good at it, practice more. If you can't afford it, don't play!"

Afterwards, Chu Xing stood up and started to help Zhao Chunfeng pick up the chess pieces on the ground, while wondering in his heart whether he should complain to his senior brother.

Now that the master is not in the sect, the eldest brother’s cultivation must be higher than that yellow-faced man in the Contribution Hall, but I am afraid that the younger one will be beaten by the older one.

Seeing Chu Xing's hesitant look, Zhao Chunfeng smiled faintly and said:

"Just say what you want to say, Junior Brother."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xing no longer hesitated and told the whole story of the Contribution Hall.

After Zhao Chunfeng heard what he said, his face looked quite strange:

"Master will surely be delighted to hear this, but I dare not take her job away."

Chu Xing was full of questions. In his memory, Qi Shunan was just a senior homebody with only two major hobbies: storytelling and food. Could it be that she had other attributes that he didn't know about?

Adhering to the principle of asking when you don't understand, Chu Xing spoke again:

"Senior brother, what do you mean by this?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Zhao Chunfeng's eyes, and he said, "Junior brother, haven't you ever heard anyone talk about her?"

"without…"

"Haha, that's true. Master has been so absorbed in storybooks these past few years that she has no time for trouble. Most people wouldn't mention her in front of you. So forget it, you'll find out soon enough."

Chu Xing believed that the riddler deserved to die. Seeing that Zhao Chunfeng didn't want to talk more, he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he asked about his own cultivation.

……

"The technique you're practicing is the sect's best-quality thunder technique, the 'Nine Heavens Response to Origin Thunder Sutra,' which I gave you when you joined. It suits you quite well, after all, techniques with wind and thunder attributes are rare in the world."

Zhao Chunfeng yawned lazily, stood up and stretched his body, and said:

"Please cast the spells you majored in one by one."

"My main offensive spell is the Thunder Spear of Evil Slaying."

Chu Xing used his magic power to condense a lightning spear out of thin air, and then his figure flashed and appeared on the left a few feet away.

"My body movement spell is the Wind Shadow Technique. In order to save up spirit stones to buy the Wind and Thunder Fruit, I have only practiced these two spells for now."

"It's not bad. Come back to me after you have formed the elixir. I just saw you performing some magic and suddenly got some inspiration. Maybe I can help you merge the two spells." Zhao Chunfeng said.

"Okay...Okay, Brother."

Chu Xing answered with a stiff expression. Recalling his senior brother's version of the "Secret Soul Separation Technique", he suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Take this token and go directly to the Spiritual Medicine Hall to receive a Wind and Thunder Fruit. Just tell me my name."

Zhao Chunfeng took out a jade token from his storage bag, then cast a Taoist spell on it and handed it to Chu Xing.

"Thank you, senior brother!" Chu Xing took the token and thanked him happily, saving another nine thousand spirit stones.

"By the way, Junior Brother, it's best to wait until Master returns before you start to form your golden elixir. Her Cloud Sun and Moon Wheel might be of some help in helping you condense a high-quality golden elixir!"

Zhao Chunfeng gave some instructions, put away the chessboard, and flew towards Piaomiao Peak.