The Senior Was Playing a World-Shaking Game

"Do you know what this place, within ten thousand li of Pingjiang, was during ancient times?" Old Ancestor Qingshan asked.

Zhu Yun shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

"Ancient records say that, during ancient times, the area within ten thousand li of Pingjiang was a land of immortals. Though no one knows why it later declined, Pingjiang has always been a prize contested by military strategists since time immemorial. That alone shows Pingjiang is no ordinary place," Old Ancestor Qingshan explained.

"But what does that have to do with this senior?" Zhu Yun asked doubtfully.

Old Ancestor Qingshan let out a wistful sigh. Whether he was lamenting Zhu Yun's foolishness or something else, he pondered for a long while before saying, "Pingjiang must be hiding secrets unknown to others. Therefore, this senior may be using Pingjiang as his foundation and all of Southern Sand as the board, playing a world-shaking game!"

As soon as Old Ancestor Qingshan finished speaking, Zhu Yun's body shuddered violently.

Using Pingjiang as the foundation and Southern Sand as the board, playing a grand game.

Just thinking about such a stroke of the hand was terrifying beyond measure! It was something he, the sect master of Qingshan Sect, had never even dared to imagine.

But if that were not the case, why would a Peerless Expert as powerful as Yi Feng appear in a small place like Pingjiang City?

"But Master, if that is truly the case, then wouldn't we..." As though he had thought of something, Zhu Yun's eyes widened as he asked in panic.

"That's right."

Old Ancestor Qingshan did not deny it. "If that is truly the case, then we are all pieces on his board."

"Then what should we do?" Zhu Yun asked uneasily.

"Foolish."

Old Ancestor Qingshan glared at Zhu Yun and lectured, "If you looked at it from another angle, you would not have such worries."

"Martial Uncle, you mean..."

"That's right. In my view, becoming this senior's chess piece is not a bad thing. On the contrary, it is the greatest opportunity for Qingshan Sect." At this point, Old Ancestor Qingshan sighed and said, "For five hundred years, Qingshan Sect has declined day by day. Pessimistically speaking, sooner or later we will be swallowed by the river of history. Even if that does not happen, we would merely be lingering on our last breath."

"Are you willing to accept that?"

Old Ancestor Qingshan's voice fell into Zhu Yun's ears, making his heart and soul tremble.

Was he willing?

Of course he was not.

But could things truly turn out as Old Ancestor Qingshan had said?

"Still, we cannot fathom this senior's thoughts. We can take this chance to ask him."

"Come."

"Follow me inside."

The two entered the Martial Arts Hall, one after the other.

When Zhu Yun entered the front hall for the first time, he immediately became trapped within the eighteen paintings. Fortunately, the experienced Old Ancestor Qingshan grabbed him and pulled him back.

Even so, Zhu Yun was scared half to death, cold sweat breaking out all over his body.

Now, he was utterly convinced of the Martial Arts Hall's owner's strength.

As for becoming a chess piece, he no longer had any reservations. He could even see the moment when Qingshan Sect returned to its peak.

"Huh, where is Master Yi?"

After passing through the front hall and arriving at the small courtyard behind it, they found no trace of Yi Feng. Zhu Yun, however, was frightened out of his wits. Pointing at the huai tree, he stammered, "Martial Uncle, look! Look, it's the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan glanced at the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf tied beneath the Old Huai Tree and said disdainfully, "Is there any need to make such a fuss?"

"Martial Uncle, that's the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf!" Zhu Yun cried out again.

"Look at you."

Old Ancestor Qingshan rolled his eyes at Zhu Yun as if he were a country bumpkin.

Was it not just a Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf? The last time he came, the senior had nearly used it as a drinking snack. What was the big deal?

Of course, as he thought this, he had completely forgotten that he had not been much better than Zhu Yun back then.

"Sorry, I just went inside to cook some food. Make yourselves comfortable." At that moment, Yi Feng emerged from the kitchen, a cleaver in his hand.

At the sight of that cleaver, Old Ancestor Qingshan, who had been polite just moments ago, suddenly shuddered. His eyes locked firmly onto the cleaver in Yi Feng's hand.

Zhu Yun had yet to recover from the shock of the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf. When his gaze shifted over, his entire body seemed to have been struck by lightning.

"Hiss!"

At that moment, he simply did not know how to describe his feelings. One wave had not yet subsided before another rose.

In any case, this cleaver shocked him even more than the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf had.

For a moment, both men stared fixedly at the blade in Yi Feng's hand, while Old Ancestor Qingshan guessed at why Yi Feng had suddenly brought out this blade.

Could it be?

Was it possible?

At that thought, Old Ancestor Qingshan trembled with excitement. Especially as he watched Yi Feng raise the cleaver and walk toward them step by step, his breathing became increasingly rapid.