The Old Man Radiating Chuunibyou Aura Everywhere

After speaking, Yi Feng's mouth twitched. He wasn't particularly impressed.

Of course, Yi Feng had wondered at first if this guy was some reclusive master cultivator.

But after spending more time with him, Yi Feng had long dismissed that idea.

What kind of reclusive master would look like this? Wouldn't they be aloof and high above everyone else?

He just figured the guy had failed to achieve his dreams when he was young, and that his chuunibyou tendencies hadn't faded with age.

It was just chuunibyou.

Yi Feng could understand. Who hadn't gone through that phase?

He'd watched too many wuxia films in his past life, carving bamboo into swords and strapping them to his back. When he drew his "sword," he'd always chop down all the foxtail grass by his grandmother's doorstep in the countryside, even making his own sound effects.

Of course, it was rare for someone his age to still be so chuunibyou.

Then, Yi Feng went inside to get a small table, also carrying a set of homemade chess pieces.

As a native Yanhuang person, how could he not bring this essence to another world? Of course, this was also one of the few things that could help Yi Feng pass the time.

The reason he got to know Old Man Wu was because Yi Feng was teaching a neighborhood elder how to play chess when Old Man Wu happened to pass by and became extremely interested.

From then on, he came to find Yi Feng for no other reason than to play chess.

Outside the street, the autumn wind whistled mournfully.

Gradually, a fine drizzle began to fall, dripping down from the eaves. By the table on the steps, an old man and a young man were seated.

One in white robes.

One in a straw raincoat.

As the wind and rain brushed against them, the two sat as still as mountains, their gazes fixed on the chessboard.

"Honestly, at first, I thought we were on the same level," Old Man Wu said, placing a chess piece and raising his eyes.

"Heh."

Yi Feng smiled without speaking.

"But after observing closely, I couldn't quite figure you out," Old Man Wu said with a frown.

"Of course, you can't figure me out," Yi Feng smiled, a knowing look flashing across his face. At the same time, his cannon and chariot moved silently. He felt quite pleased with himself. How could Old Man Wu see through his strategy? In a few more moves, he would checkmate.

Yi Feng's words made Old Man Wu frown.

Because it didn't sound like he was boasting.

Especially the smug look on Yi Feng's face, which seemed completely natural.

Could it be that he's actually stronger than me?

Old Man Wu felt a pang of sadness. Perhaps he wouldn't be attached to other things, but in this situation, facing someone similar, it was hard not to feel a sense of competition.

No.

He quickly dismissed the thought.

The world was vast, filled with countless cultivation techniques and secret arts. It wasn't impossible for Yi Feng to be practicing a technique that made his cultivation undetectable.

Just because he couldn't see through it didn't mean Yi Feng was truly inferior.

"Brother Yi, you're being a bit too boastful," Old Man Wu said with a smile. At the same time, his chess piece captured one of Yi Feng's knights. After taking Yi Feng's piece, he added meaningfully, "Even if I can't see through you, I still think we're on the same level."

"That remains to be seen."

Yi Feng's face remained confident. Capturing one of his knights was nothing. How could that put them on the same level? Little did he know, he had let him capture that knight on purpose because he was only one move away from checkmate.

Looking at the confident expression on Yi Feng's face, Old Man Wu's heart trembled again.

Is he really stronger than me?

Otherwise, why would he be so confident?

But if such a person existed, he wouldn't be unknown in the cultivation world. Why had he never heard of him?

Yi Feng placed his chess piece down, stretched with a smile, and withdrew his mind from the game. He realized it had gotten a bit cold, so he went inside and brought out his "little sun."

Then, he gently placed it under the table.

Old Man Wu's eyes widened abruptly, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

This is?

A Flame Bead?