Chapter 147 Xu Lingyue

In the eleventh year since the opening of the Chess Saint Palace, Han Wei finally emerged from that ancient ruin.

After leaving the ancient ruins, she wandered around and auctioned off some of the magical treasures and materials she didn't need, or traded them with other cultivators.

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The Azure Realm.

Han Wei is holding a map; she is on a treasure hunt.

Suddenly, she sensed an aura. She released her divine sense and saw a female cultivator in red being chased by a flock of strange birds. The female cultivator looked to be about eighteen years old, with black hair, purple eyes, and a charming appearance, with a red mole between her eyebrows.

She wore several golden bracelets on her arms, and golden rings with bells on her bare, snow-white feet. Several spiritual beads surrounded her, releasing colorful light that merged with the red-clad female cultivator's escape light.

The woman in red kept increasing her speed, but she still couldn't shake off the flock of strange birds. Like Han Wei, this woman in red was at the early stage of the Mahayana realm, while most of the strange birds chasing her were at the Integration stage. However, there were too many of them, and the feathers covering these strange birds were somewhat illusory, making it difficult for the woman in red's magic weapons to harm them.

Upon seeing the red-clad female cultivator, Han Wei immediately flew towards her.

Boom boom—

The rocks on the mountain peaks crumbled, then a red light flashed by, followed by a huge shadow that loomed over the sky, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Flakes of feathers flew out, heading towards Xu Lingyue in front.

hateful!

Xu Lingyue gritted her teeth and spun around, causing the spirit orbs surrounding her to form a five-pointed star array. The array transformed into a powerful five-colored light shield, blocking all the incoming feather blades. However, after only blocking one wave of attacks, the strange birds launched another barrage of feather blades, this time more than ten times more powerful than before.

Xu Lingyue's expression changed instantly. Just as she was about to unleash her trump card talisman, a flurry of pink peach petals flew from behind her. These pink petals, like a torrent, filled the entire field of vision. The sky and the earth were filled with the dancing pink peach blossoms, which shattered all the feather blades and then riddled the flock of strange birds with holes.

Puffs of blood mist bloomed in the air, and one by one, large, black birds fell from the sky.

Xu Lingyue was utterly shocked.

Wow, that's amazing! Who is it?

She turned around and saw a girl in white standing behind her.

The girl in white had long, jet-black hair that cascaded down her back. She wore no makeup, yet her beauty was already breathtaking. Her snow-white gauze dress resembled floating clouds, and her long shawl fluttered in the wind. Her beautiful eyes were like the most emerald gems reflected in two pools of autumn water, crystal clear. She looked at her with a smile, holding a folding fan in her hand.

The folding fan was painted with peonies, peach blossoms, roses, and wild roses, with the flowers constantly changing. The fan exuded wisps of ethereal beauty, clearly indicating that it was a treasure from the immortals.

Xu Lingyue was stunned for a moment. When Han Wei flew closer to her, she came back to her senses and clasped her hands in thanks to Han Wei: "Thank you for your help just now, fellow Daoist. I am Xu Lingyue, a disciple of the Lord of Huanshan Tower in Fengqing Realm. May I ask how you are addressed?"

Looking at Xu Lingyue's smiling face, Han Wei recalled the scene from her past life where Xu Lingyue committed suicide in her wedding dress. Such a bright and cheerful woman, in the end, because of the word "love," sank deeper and deeper into the mire, and finally ended up in such a tragic state.

In their past lives, Han Wei and Xu Lingyue met in the Luo Tian Realm and adventured together for fifty years. Initially, Xu Lingyue was a disciple of the Huan Shan Lou Master, but later Han Wei learned that she was actually the daughter of the Tai Shui Li Clan, one of the four great immortal cultivation families in the Xu Ling Realm, who had been separated from her family.

Xu Lingyue was her master's youngest apprentice. She was in love with her senior brother, Huo Qing, but Huo Qing only loved his cousin. Later, after she returned to the Li family and became the eldest daughter of the Li family, the Huo family coveted the power of the Taishui Li clan and forced Huo Qing to marry her.

Huo Qing refused, and the head of the Huo family disposed of Liu Ruyan. Huo Qing went mad. He couldn't kill his father to avenge his beloved, so he vented all his resentment on Xu Lingyue.

He agreed to the marriage, but on the wedding day, he publicly broke off the engagement and pointed his sword at Xu Lingyue, saying that she had killed the person he loved most.

In her agony, Xu Lingyue drew her sword and committed suicide.

In this life, she actually met her again, so she would not let her suffer the same fate again.

"Han Wei, my name is Han Wei," Han Wei said, giving Xu Lingyue a smile.

Xu Lingyue stared at Han Wei's face, lost in thought for a moment, and then asked, "Fellow Daoist Han, have we met before?"

Han Wei gently shook her head and smiled, saying, "I haven't met you before, but seeing you today feels like we've met before. Please don't call me Fellow Daoist Han, just call me Weiwei. I'll call you A-Yue, okay?"

Xu Lingyue nodded: "Okay."

For some reason, the moment she saw Han Wei, she felt an inexplicable sense of goodwill and trust, as if she had known her for a long time.

"Weiwei, are you going to Panlong Mountain to attend that chess tournament?" Xu Lingyue asked.

"What?" Han Wei asked, puzzled. "What Panlong Mountain? What chess tournament?"

Xu Lingyue said in surprise, "You didn't know?"

"I don't know." Han Wei shook her head.

So Xu Lingyue told her about the origin of the Chess Saint Palace on Panlong Mountain and this grand chess event.

“Every so often, the Chess Saint Palace on Panlong Mountain opens its doors, inviting top chess players from all the realms to come and play. Anyone who wins one or two games receives a reward. It’s said that even immortals participate, so I came to join in the fun. But I didn’t expect to be so unlucky and run into that flock of strange birds. If I hadn’t met you, I would have been really in trouble,” Xu Lingyue said with a smile.

Han Wei found her story amusing and laughed, saying, "That sounds interesting. I'll go take a look with you then."

When Xu Lingyue heard that Han Wei was also going, she was especially happy to have company.

So Han Wei forgot about the treasure hunt and flew towards Panlong Mountain with Xu Lingyue.

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The Panlong Mountain range, with its peaks resembling a giant, undulating dragon, stretches for 85 million li from its tail to its head.

Starting from the dragon's tail, a palace was built every ten thousand miles. In the palaces lived the disciples of the Chess Saint Palace and the masters who participated in the Chess Saint Palace's grand chess tournament. Starting from the dragon's tail, they would play chess against the disciples of the Chess Saint Palace. If they won, they could go to the next palace. Only if they kept winning could they ascend to the real Chess Saint Palace on the dragon's head.

When Han Wei and Xu Lingyue arrived at Panlong Mountain, they saw that the mountain peaks were shrouded in purple mist, and the peaks were magnificent and precipitous, with an extraordinary atmosphere. The Chess Saint Palace on the dragon's head was surrounded by auspicious clouds and shrouded in divine light, which was quite amazing.

Long streaks of light came from all directions, flying towards the mountain peaks; they were clearly people who came to participate in this grand chess event or just to join in the fun.