Chapter 12: Play a Few Games of Chess

Now that he had achieved his goal, Lu Xunxian had no intention of staying any longer.

“By the way, how should we address you, Senior?”

Only then did Ye Wushuang remember a rather serious problem.

He did not seem to know Lu Xunxian’s name at all.

Gu Feng also could not help casting him a curious look.

“And how should we contact you, Senior?”

Hearing their words, Lu Xunxian pondered briefly before speaking.

“You may address me as Profound Immortal. As for how to contact me, this Sound-Transmission Jade Talisman will suffice.”

As soon as he finished speaking, two green Sound-Transmission Jade Talismans flew over to Ye Wushuang and Gu Feng.

The two of them hurriedly put them away in their Storage Rings, afraid they might somehow lose them.

“As for us, if fate wills it, we shall meet again.”

“Wangcai, let's go.”

In the corner of the courtyard, the Heaven-Devouring Tiger, which had originally been curled up in a ball, quickly ran forward after hearing Lu Xunxian’s command and arrived outside the residence.

Its body swiftly returned to its original form, becoming even larger than the entire residence.

Before leaving, Lu Xunxian seemed to remember something and looked toward the six Core Condensation cultivators.

“I expect I will rarely return here in the future, so there is no need for you to be restrained. Just attend to your own affairs.”

“Yes, Master.”

The six Core Condensation cultivators lowered their heads respectfully and answered.

Very soon, Lu Xunxian mounted the Heaven-Devouring Tiger and headed back toward the Myriad Demons Mountain Range with Lu Xiaoyao and Lu Qingyun.

In front of the residence, Ye Wushuang and Gu Feng stood together. Only after the Heaven-Devouring Tiger had vanished from sight did Gu Feng turn to Ye Wushuang and ask solemnly, “How did you come to know such a great being?”

Hearing that, Ye Wushuang revealed a bitter smile and recounted everything that had happened the day before without holding anything back.

As he listened to the account of the previous day, surprise appeared on Gu Feng’s face.

“Extremely young? And he even has some Immortal Artifacts in his possession?”

“Exactly. Judging by his circumstances, he definitely took less than ten thousand years to cultivate to the peak of the Saint Emperor Realm. And those are Immortal Artifacts. Aside from them being sent down from above, how else could he possibly have obtained them?”

“Unless one of the sacred lands that possessed Immortal Artifacts had been destroyed. But news of that magnitude could never be concealed from the two of us.”

“So the most likely explanation is that he came down from above to gain experience.”

Gu Feng sank into thought. Only after quite some time did he lift his head and say seriously, “You are right. Other than having come from above, there is no other possibility.”

“Then which faction above do you think he might belong to?”

Primordial Sacred Land and Ancient Wood Sacred Land both had lineages in the Immortal Realm, so they naturally knew the general situation above.

“That, I do not know. After all, he did not tell us his true name, so he is probably deliberately hiding his real identity.”

“But being able to cultivate to the peak of the Saint Emperor Realm in less than ten thousand years is already enough to prove just how powerful his talent is.”

“When it comes to a person like that, it is enough to befriend him. There is no need to concern ourselves with too much else.”

Ye Wushuang spoke with a serious expression.

Even he had already been more than ten thousand years old when he broke through to the Saint Emperor Realm, let alone the peak of the Saint Emperor Realm.

By his estimate, reaching the peak of the Saint Emperor Realm by the age of thirty thousand would already count as exceptionally impressive.

Even so, in the history of Primordial Sacred Land, his talent would still be considered among the very best.

By comparison, that alone was enough to show just how terrifying Lu Xunxian’s talent was.

Gu Feng nodded at those words.

“What you said makes sense. All right, now that the matter has been settled, I will take my leave first.”

With that, Gu Feng turned to leave, only for Ye Wushuang to stop him.

“Wait. Since you are already here, play a few games of chess with me.”

Gu Feng froze for a moment, but when he saw the eager look on Ye Wushuang’s face, he ultimately could not bear to refuse and agreed.

“Then it is settled. Just a few games. I am not playing any more than that.”

“All right, come on.”

...

Within Qingfeng Sacred Land.

“Elder Chen, let's go.”

After speaking to Elder Chen, Feng Qingyu forced out a drop of blood from her fingertip and used the Bloodline Tracking Art.

But to Feng Qingyu’s shock, the Bloodline Tracking Art that had worked the night before unexpectedly failed now.

“It actually failed?”

At the side, Elder Chen recognized the Bloodline Tracking Art at a glance, and his brows could not help but furrow.

“Niece, the Bloodline Tracking Art only works when there is a bloodline connection.”

“In the current situation, there are only two possibilities. Either you have no close blood relatives left alive, or a great expert has acted to conceal the aura of your blood relatives.”

Upon hearing Elder Chen’s words, Feng Qingyu’s heart fell into chaos. She hurried at once to her master’s Cave Dwelling.

“Master, I have an urgent matter to report.”

As soon as Feng Qingyu spoke, the restriction in front of the Cave Dwelling opened in response.

“Come in.”

Before long, Feng Qingyu arrived before her master.

“Master, this is bad. The Bloodline Tracking Art has failed.”

“What? The Bloodline Tracking Art failed?”

When Lin Changkong heard that, the displeasure on his face vanished at once. He hurried forward and forced out a drop of blood from Feng Qingyu’s fingertip.

Watching her master use the Bloodline Tracking Art, Feng Qingyu was incomparably tense inside.

If a great expert had truly concealed the aura of Lu Xunxian and the children, then with her master’s strength, that great expert’s method should have had nowhere to hide.

But to Lin Changkong’s surprise, even when he used the Bloodline Tracking Art with all his might, it still failed to take effect.

“It seems your husband and those two children have likely met with misfortune.”

“Unless someone at the same peak of the Saint Monarch Realm, or a Saint Emperor expert, acted to conceal the aura of your husband and children, the Bloodline Tracking Art should not be able to fail at all.”

The stronger the person using the Bloodline Tracking Art, the greater its effect.

Since even Lin Changkong, who stood at the peak of the Saint Monarch Realm, could not trace them, then Lu Xunxian and the two children were most likely already dead.

At that thought, Feng Qingyu could not help but let out a sigh of relief.

“Master, since they are already dead, I will return to my cultivation.”

With that, Feng Qingyu turned and prepared to leave.

She had already been tempering herself at the peak of the Earth Realm for quite some time, and she was preparing to attempt a breakthrough into the Heaven Realm.

The moment she turned around, Lin Changkong stopped her.

“Make your preparations. Your master has already registered you to participate in the Tiansheng Grand Tournament eighteen years from now.”

“The Tiansheng Grand Tournament?”

Feng Qingyu looked confused, while Lin Changkong calmly explained the matter of the Tiansheng Grand Tournament to her.

Hearing that, Feng Qingyu’s eyes lit up.

A competition involving the entirety of Tiansheng Continent? Would that not be her chance to shine brilliantly?

With her talent, she was confident that within eighteen years, she could break through to at least the Monarch Realm, perhaps even the Emperor Realm. Among those under five hundred years of age, there were probably only a handful who could cultivate to the Emperor Realm.

As if he had seen through Feng Qingyu’s ambitions, Lin Changkong shook his head and poured cold water over her.

“For this Tiansheng Grand Tournament, you should stop thinking about taking first place.”

“The Holy Son will also participate, and the Holy Son is already at the Monarch Realm now. Do you think you can defeat the Holy Son?”

Hearing her master’s words, Feng Qingyu’s heart could not help but sink, but she still replied, “I understand, Master. This disciple will cultivate diligently and strive to obtain a good ranking in the Tiansheng Grand Tournament.”

With that, Feng Qingyu turned and left.

Watching Feng Qingyu’s departing figure, Lin Changkong could not help but sigh.

“I only hope Qingyu’s defeat at the Tiansheng Grand Tournament will not damage her Dao Heart.”

Feng Qingyu’s cultivation over the past year had gone entirely smoothly, so Lin Changkong was somewhat worried that if she were defeated at the Tiansheng Grand Tournament, it might affect her Dao Heart.

But on second thought, who on the path of cultivation had never suffered defeat? A single failure could not determine everything.

He only hoped she could prepare herself mentally in advance.