Ren Qianxing

"Ten Thousand Horses Fort, Gourmet God Residence... so this was this world." Fang Xuan chuckled.

Magic Sword Life and Death Chess.

A five-hundred-year-old unresolved chess game, a martial arts classic revealing the secrets within.

Guan Yutian, Ren Qianxing, Yan Zangfeng, Immortal in Wine, Surpasses Hua Tuo...

At the same time, Fang Xuan's heart burned with excitement. Aside from killing his duplicate, this world contained many martial arts techniques and treasures that made one covet them.

A Sword Separated by Lifetimes, Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art, Surpassing Frost Sword, Nine Dragons Stone...

Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art in particular had directly elevated an ordinary martial arts drama to the level of fantasy.

"An ordinary martial artist can actually manipulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to form attacks. This technique must hold some profound secret. I absolutely cannot miss it." Fang Xuan's expression hardened with determination.

The plot of the Magic Sword Life and Death Chess world was also simple: the familiar tale of a treasure.

Who knew who had started this formula? Basically, every martial arts world had some enormous treasure, as though the plot could not progress without one.

For example, the Forty-Two Sutras in The Deer and the Cauldron, the Tianning Temple Treasure in A Deadly Secret, the Yang Gong Treasury in Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty...

Roughly speaking, five hundred years ago, a great general named Ying Shuntian had mobilized three thousand craftsmen to build a Chess City. Within it lay the treasure he intended to use to conquer the realm. However, after losing his bid for the title of greatest under heaven to the Chess Saint Sword Ancestor, he was killed. The Chess City was buried within Divine Trigram Mountain, awaiting future generations to open it.

What followed was a series of stories centered around that treasure.

With that thought, Fang Xuan stepped into Coiling Dragon City. Rather than following the trail to Gourmet God Residence, he followed the special connection between duplicates and hurried toward his counterpart in this world.

Half an hour later, he arrived before an inn.

"Drunken Immortal Inn? Does every martial arts world have an inn like this? It has practically become a chain." Fang Xuan said helplessly.

Fang Xuan did not alert the enemy. He put on a hood that concealed most of his face, then sat quietly at a stall across the street, his gaze fixed on the inn.

"They're here."

Three men emerged from the inn. The man in front had long loose hair, sharply defined features, and cold, electric eyes. He held a silver sword in his hand, while a tall, steady-faced guard followed on each side.

"Hall Master, are we heading to Ten Thousand Horses Fort now?"

"Someone is in a hurry to die, so naturally we should send them on their way properly. Pass down the order: gather at Ten Thousand Horses Fort at noon. I'll turn their joyous occasion into a funeral." Ren Qianxing said coldly.

"Yes."

Suddenly, Ren Qianxing seemed to sense something and instinctively looked toward the nearby stall. Yet it was already empty, with nothing unusual to be seen.

"Hall Master, what is it? Is something wrong?" a subordinate asked.

Ren Qianxing shook his head and frowned. "Nothing. Let's go!"

From the shadows, Fang Xuan watched Ren Qianxing and the other two leave. He muttered, "I never expected my duplicate in this world to be Ren Qianxing, the second male lead. Heh, a charismatic man really stands out wherever he goes, like a firefly in the pitch-black night."

Though his tone was teasing, Fang Xuan's heart tightened.

There was an extremely special connection between him and his duplicates, and it was precisely through this connection that he had found his duplicate so quickly.

However, force worked both ways. He could sense his duplicate, and his duplicate could sense him as well.

The previous world had merely been an ordinary world without magic, which was why he had been able to kill his duplicate so easily. But this world and those to come would be different. He was only an intruder, unlike these natives, who possessed their own forces. If he could not kill his duplicate quickly, it would be troublesome once the duplicate reacted.

It would be utterly ridiculous if he ended up being killed instead.

All his efforts would simply become a wedding dress for someone else.

This world's setting somewhat resembled Wind and Cloud. From beginning to end, there were no official authorities to speak of. Instead, the major martial arts sects held power.

At present, the greatest force in the martial world was the Supreme Alliance founded by Guan Yutian. It was somewhat like the World Association, having unified more than half the martial world. As for other forces such as Sea Shark Palace, Sword Casting City, and Ten Thousand Horses Fort, they could barely protect themselves and had no ability to resist it.

However, not everyone liked bowing their heads to others. There would always be stubborn fools who wanted to preserve their own status and power.

For instance, Wan Wuyun, the master of Ten Thousand Horses Fort in Coiling Dragon City, had joined forces with Pei Family Fortress and the Seven Sects Twelve Schools to form an alliance against the Supreme Alliance.

That was why Ren Qianxing, a hall master of the Supreme Alliance, had come to Coiling Dragon City.

"Baleful qi surrounds this place, and death qi reaches the heavens. Heh, rather than a grand celebration, it looks more like a grand funeral." Ren Qianxing sneered as he looked at Ten Thousand Horses Fort, packed with guests and filled with honored visitors.

"The Hall Master is right. Anyone who dares oppose our Supreme Alliance has reached the end of the road."

"Surround this place. Do not let even a fly escape."

"Yes."

At the command, troops dressed in black, with the emblem of the Supreme Alliance embroidered on their chests, tightly sealed every major entrance of Ten Thousand Horses Fort.

"Who are you people? How dare you—"

"Too noisy."

Seeing his hall master angered, a subordinate flashed forward. His sword left its sheath, carving a streak of cold light through the air.

The Ten Thousand Horses Fort guard who had spoken clutched his throat as the light faded slowly from his eyes.

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, the thick gates were smashed open.

Ren Qianxing strode into Ten Thousand Horses Fort and looked down at the crowd cheerfully attending the banquet. His voice was icy. "Kill them. Leave no one alive."

"Yes."

At the command, the soldiers behind him launched their attack. In an instant, screams and the stench of blood filled all of Ten Thousand Horses Fort.

"Outrageous! You dare cause trouble at my Ten Thousand Horses Fort? I think you're tired of living!"

Before the man arrived, a golden flash shot toward them from afar.

Ren Qianxing sneered disdainfully. Circulating his true qi, he reached out and caught it directly. Amid a spine-chilling screech of friction, a golden cymbal landed in his hand.

"Take it back."

Ren Qianxing flicked his right hand, sending the golden cymbal back at an even faster speed.

"Ah!"

Fort Master Pei, who was descending from the sky using his lightness skill, had no time to dodge. The golden cymbal pierced through his chest and, trailing a spray of blood, nailed itself to a distant pillar.

"How... could this be... You are..."

Wan Wuyun emerged from the main hall at that moment, just in time to see Fort Master Pei's corpse crash down before him.

"Brother Pei, Brother Pei..."

He raised his head and glared at Ren Qianxing with gritted teeth. When he saw the emblems on those men's chests, he roared, "People of the Supreme Alliance! You are Guan Yutian's disciple, Ren Qianxing!"

"Sharp eyes. Unfortunately, you will not live long. Your conspiracy to harm my master was exposed long ago. My master specially ordered me to send you all to the afterlife." Ren Qianxing said coldly.

"Send us to the afterlife? Ha ha! Then let me see what kind of fine disciple Guan Yutian has taught."

With that, he leaped into the air. Drawing the treasured sword at his waist, he transformed into a streak of sword light and shot toward Ren Qianxing.