Nine Tails

"Sima Qianjun, ninety-nine consecutive victories!"

Ninety-nine consecutive victories? The chess players from all four directions erupted in an uproar.

A hundred consecutive victories seemed deceptively easy, but achieving it was incredibly difficult. After all, none of those who could participate in the Chess Soul Competition Selection were mediocre. Ten endgames had already selected the true masters of the chess path.

Sima Qianjun? Sima? Zhong Shan chewed over the name.

"You good-for-nothing! Didn't you say you could win? How did you lose?" A woman's furious shout came from within the crowd.

She was clearly extremely angry.

"Princess, Master Sima's chess skills have already entered the Artistic Conception. This subordinate is no match for him either!" A man's mournful voice came from inside.

"Then what use are you? You said your chess skills were superb, so I specifically asked the Sacred King to give you a 'Middle Position' Heaven and Earth Karma Position. Why did I raise you? What use is a hanger-on like you? You're making me furious! Furious!" The woman's enraged voice rang out from within.

At that moment, Zhong Shan also squeezed into the crowd and saw the so-called Princess.

She was a peerlessly beautiful woman dressed in fiery red—not beautiful, no, enchantingly beautiful. A pair of foxlike eyes, foxlike lips, foxlike ears, and a foxlike nose. The instant Zhong Shan saw her face, he branded her in his mind with a single term: vixen.

Among all the people Zhong Shan knew, perhaps only Nu Qinghui could rival her beauty.

She was absolutely a calamity to the nation and its people, absolutely capable of toppling a kingdom with her beauty, absolutely alluring like a fox demon.

She was too beautiful. So beautiful that among this crowd of sanctimonious chess players, many had been bewitched by her, all of them