At the northern back-mountain courtyard of the Carefree Sect.
Li Mufeng sat upright before the stone table. Across from him sat a bearded middle-aged man, both their gazes fixed on the chessboard between them.
For a long while, neither could place a piece.
"One hundred and sixteen moves!"
"Junior Brother Feng, you have studied chess for barely a few decades, yet you can already match me evenly. It truly is astonishing.
Given time, there will likely be few in the sect who can be your opponent."
"Hmph! If my cultivation falls short of others, what is there to praise about being good at chess?"
Hearing Li Mufeng's praise, Feng Yuan showed not the slightest hint of pleasure.
He withdrew the chess piece in his hand and tossed it directly into the chess box at the side.
Seeing this, Li Mufeng hurriedly said, "Junior Brother Feng, it has been less than two hundred years since you formed your Nascent Soul, yet you have already cultivated to the Nascent Soul Second Layer Peak.
Though you cannot compare to Junior Brother Song and Junior Sister Bai, you are still no worse than the others in the sect.
Your lifespan far exceeds ours. If you find an opportunity in the future, you may not be unable to catch up to them. Why must you be so disappointed?"
Ever since successfully forming his Nascent Soul, Feng Yuan had remained in the Carefree Sect according to their agreement.
After two hundred years of cultivation, his cultivation had only just reached the Nascent Soul Second Layer Peak.
At this pace, not to mention comparing himself with Song Qingming and Bai Yuxian.
Even Xu Ziyan and Zhou Ziyang, who had formed their Nascent Souls later than Feng Yuan, were now gradually surpassing him in cultivation.
His only advantage