Chapter 1139 - 1044: The Darkest Game
The bones of the Reincarnation Prohibition Master scattered all over the ground.
Mei Zhishang Ban Master and Song Jiyuan both looked at this scene with shock and complexity.
And Ao Wushuang was also taken aback.
So many bones!
“What do you think, how did they end up on the ground?”
Ao Wushuang directly walked over and said,
“Let me help you rebuild your skeleton!”
He immediately picked up the bones and reassembled them into the shape of a human body.
At this moment, an invisible breath flowed through his hands, entered his Dantian, surged towards his forehead, and finally gathered at the Path-Scenic Land.
Within the Path-Scenic Land, a black tower floated above nine huge sculptures.
At this moment, the breath converged.
Instantly, a small part of the third layer of the small tower was sanctified!
It was at this moment.
Inside the small tower, a black aura suddenly released, forming a black pathway that appeared in the Path-Scenic Land.
Ao Wushuang’s cultivation level suddenly burst forth, he ascended from the Open-Gate Realm… to the Ascendant Path!
At this moment, the external Song Jiyuan and Ban Master were both startled.
How did Ao Wushuang suddenly level up?
How did he manage that?
And he wasn’t even seen cultivating.
Ao Wushuang was also joyful; the Reincarnation Prohibition Master’s bones were indeed useful.
Ascendant Path… if in the past Ancestral Realm, he himself would have been considered an exalted figure.
Unfortunately, now the entire True Ancestor World had ascended; returning… he would just be another peon.
He sighed.
Then, he introspected and noticed that only a small part as big as a fingernail’s cap on the third layer of the black tower was sanctified!
“This small tower… the higher it goes, the more bones it needs…”
Ao Wushuang felt a bit overwhelmed.
At this rate, who knows how many years it would take to open the third layer…
But then he thought… whether it opened or not, seemed not so important, especially since there might be impure things locked inside the tower.
As long as it could help him level up, that was enough!
“Ao Big Brother… impressive!”
At this time, Song Jiyuan couldn’t help but speak,
“Ascending in a thought, invincible!”
Mei Zhishang also said,
“Master… how did you do it?”
Ao Wushuang responded,
“Me? I just casually did a good deed, a good deed brings good fortune… Didn’t you see me help him rebuild his skeleton? My advancement in cultivation is heaven’s blessing.”
He bluffed casually, of course, he couldn’t let others know about the small tower inside him!
Upon hearing this, Song Jiyuan and Mei Zhishang Ban Master both had complicated expressions on their faces.
“Ao Big Brother really has thick skin… Ban Explorers, Tenth Source Clan, he ruined them all, claiming it’s doing a good deed…”
Song Jiyuan found out that wherever Ao Wushuang went, chaos followed…
Mei Zhishang Ban Master’s eye twitched; he really wanted to say, you damn well control me and make me ascend, is that doing a good deed?!
But he dared not say it out loud.
Whereas Ao Wushuang casually patted the skull of the Reincarnation Prohibition Master, saying,
“Get up, dance.”
Instantly, the skeleton actually stood up straight and began to twist its bony figure, dancing!
Song Jiyuan and Mei Zhishang were once again dumbfounded.
What’s going on here…
Wasn’t the Reincarnation Prohibition Master already dismantled and wasted?
That meant he had fallen into silence unless placed in the Grey Mist Wellspring for hundreds of thousands of years, it would be difficult for him to awaken.
But now, he was alive and dancing?
And also listening to Ao Wushuang’s commands…
“Could it be, Ao Big Brother… originally revived Mei Zhishang Ban Master like this?”
Song Jiyuan unconsciously glanced at Mei Zhishang.
He seemed… to have understood everything.
And Mei Zhishang wore a trace of fear in his eyes.
This scene… was beyond his understanding.
Ao Wushuang… was truly sinister!
Was his own skeleton controlled in the same way?
This person… really fearsome.
At this moment, the little plots in his heart suddenly vanished.
He dared not harbor bad thoughts against Ao Wushuang anymore.
Truly fearful!
“Fortunately, fortunately Ao Wushuang didn’t touch my head back then…”
He couldn’t help but feel relieved.
The Reincarnation Prohibition Master’s skull had been touched by Ao Wushuang, thus, the current Reincarnation Prohibition Master seemed not to have its own consciousness.
“Master… I suggest we move towards other Source Clans!”
Mei Zhishang took a step forward and suggested,
“In front, there are Nine Great Forbidden Lords!”
“You… can collect a few more dancing skeletons, and when the time comes, form a dance troop or something, how great would that be!!”
He too had noticed that Ao Wushuang’s ascension was mostly related to subduing these bones.
Ao Wushuang, needed bones!
Thus, he immediately offered his eager assistance, saying,
“I am familiar with the Nine Great Source Clans, let me lead the way!”
Ao Wushuang, upon hearing this, also showed a glint of interest.
There are still nine left…
This isn’t a Forbidden Master at all, these are all hopes for leveling up.
Moreover, the small village is pressing step by step… I have no choice!
He thought about it, gritted his teeth, decided to go for it, succeed or die trying!
“Alright, let’s go!”
They immediately continued onward.
…
At this moment.
Jiang Li and Little Turtle had already left the Forbidden Ancient Path, crossed the Grey Mist Sea, and returned to the True Ancestor World.
He headed directly towards the small village.
Before long, he had already appeared in front of the small village.
…
At this moment, in the small courtyard of the village.
The sound of the guqin was melodious, and Nan Feng was playing the instrument with her delicate hands, the music already had a different true meaning.
She began practicing the fourth piece, “Sunset Flute and Drum.”
Zi Ling was officially starting to paint figures, her spirited large eyes observed everything in the courtyard, as if intending to capture all her fellow disciples with her brush.
Long Zixuan was playing in the water; his hands skimmed through the pond, splashing water everywhere. The small black fish had grown to two to three pounds now, frolicking in his hands, and occasionally, a couple of koi would also tumble along.
Lu Rang’s grass had grown immensely lush, with tender new shoots sprouting after the Start of Spring. Simultaneously, he took great care of the vegetable patch in the yard.
Dugu Yuqing’s calligraphy had improved further; he had now practiced Clerical script, ancient and gradually taking shape.
Qing Chen, with his eyes closed in thought, had ants and spiders occasionally crawl over his smooth head, yet he was undisturbed, like a stone.
Wu Dade was feeding the Big Goose, often pecked fiercely, immediately letting out cries of pain, but under his “care”, more and more goose eggs were produced.
Lin Jiu was learning new Talismans, increasingly profound, and he drew many to keep.
Su Baiqian was experimenting with new formulas, focused and immersed in the pharmacopoeia every day.
And Li Fan was sitting under the Peach Tree, stroking a cat, sipping tea and nodding occasionally; the progress of his group of Disciples was increasingly significant.
Li Fan then looked over at Xinning, who held an old yellowed book without a cover, and seeing that book, she seemed to have tears in her eyes.
Li Fan couldn’t help but smile, wondering if the little girl had found a masochistic romance novel to read?
Was she about to cry moved by the plot in the book?
However, he did not disturb her.
Because, whether it is a renowned classic or a melodramatic trashy novel, as long as one can immerse oneself and resonate with the joys and sorrows of the characters, it’s quite a nice enjoyment for people.
“Li Fan…”
At this time, Yun Xi came out from the room, rubbing her eyes, which seemed a bit red.
“Sleeping in so late, did your eyes swell up?”
Li Fan spoke softly:
“Use some eye drops.”
But Yun Xi shook her head:
“No… no need.”
A hint of doubt flashed through Li Fan’s heart, this silly girl, why has she been so down lately.
She seemed not as carefree and cheerful as before… and often slept in.
He pondered, suddenly realizing that Yun Xi’s emotional change seemed to start after she had collected those thirteen pieces of Red Dust Jade…
He felt slightly nervous inside; could it be that the Red Dust Jade had affected Yun Xi’s mind?
As you know, the Red Dust Jade contains the previous owner’s emotions and even memories, if someone else wears it for a long time, they can experience the previous owner’s experiences, and the mind can easily become disordered.
The twelve mentally ill in the village all went mad because they had Red Dust Jade… Could Yun Xi also be having issues??
But, he had definitely placed a specially made sachet under Yun Xi’s pillow, it should not…
“Where is that piece of Red Dust Jade? Let me see it?”
Li Fan couldn’t help but ask.
Upon hearing this, Yun Xi’s big eyes flashed a trace of panic, shaking her head:
“I don’t know… I can’t remember where I put that jade… I can’t find it right now.”
Li Fan: “??”
This silly girl… can’t even lie…
It seems… really related to that Red Dust Jade?
Li Fan pondered for a bit but didn’t think too much about it and tentatively proposed:
“Shall we play chess?”
If she is really mentally disordered, playing a game with her will let Li Fan feel it.
Yun Xi nodded:
“Okay.”
Immediately, the two set up the chessboard and started playing.
However, to Li Fan’s surprise, Yun Xi today, holding the black pieces, made her moves very quickly.
Moreover, her style of play had drastically changed, even making Li Fan… feel pressured for the first time.
“Huh?”
Li Fan couldn’t help but glance at Yun Xi, puzzled:
“Have you seen ‘The Darkest Game’?…”
Yun Xi’s style of play… was very similar to a certain game.
That was “The Darkest Game”.
Back in the day, during Li Fan’s chess learning process, the most difficult opponent… was The Darkest Game.
That game took Li Fan a whole month to figure out a counter-strategy.
The Darkest Game, true to its name, began with the black pieces with an inevitable dilemma, and the white pieces almost had no chance to retaliate, constantly in a struggle for survival, very difficult.
That game was unforgettable for Li Fan in this lifetime!
And now Yun Xi’s pieces, although not identical to The Darkest Game, played very similarly!
…That kind of game is not something a normal person could think of; could it be…
She had seen it before?
Hearing this, Yun Xi muttered:
“The Darkest Game… no wonder it’s called ‘The Darkest’…”
She looked at Li Fan, seemingly nervous, and asked:
“Demon King… can you win against The Darkest Game?”
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