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Chapter 251 250. The Ancestor Goes West, Behind the Ghost Cultivation (5.0K words - Please subscribe)
The lower world of the Li family is composed of a total of thirty-one pieces of heaven and earth. Even if the lifespan of people in the upper world is the same as that of heaven and earth, they can still be destroyed due to various serious injuries.

People will perish but the world will remain. However, if the Li family is destroyed and this lower world is occupied by other forces, then these worlds will most likely become slave lands or even be completely refined.

As for the old man's serious injury
Song Yan retrieved the memory from Li Xuanchan's impression, the memory of him and Mr. Li going to the sixth level Xuan cultivation land together. In the memory, the old man and his injuries were caused by the fog.

Mr. Li dealt with the attack head-on and he was only slightly scratched.

Was it a sneak attack? Was it the aftermath? Or something else?

He didn't know.

He only remembered that the fog that day and the snow today were both equally cold.

Li Shanhai sat opposite Song Yan with a hunched back, his sparse hair covered with snow. He sat at the bridge leading to the Li family's underworld. At first, he planned to scatter his ashes into the Li family's underworld to promote its prosperity, but now he has changed his mind.

It wasn't that Mr. Li wanted to follow the secular example and have a grand funeral, but he felt that even if he were just remains and ashes, the consequences would be unknown, so it would be better to throw them outside and bury them in the wild to avoid unknown disasters.

The old man's head shook, and suddenly he opened his cloudy old eyes as if waking up from a dream. He raised his eyes with great effort and looked at the young man opposite him, saying, "Let's start."

Song Yan looked at the old man. The influence of the "Wawen Curse" made him feel an unspeakable grief in his heart, and this grief was revealed in his eyes.

The old man noticed the grief, smiled kindly, and said, "Let's get started."

The two of them closed their eyes and visualized the chessboard.

In an instant, a chessboard with nineteen lines appeared in the void.

It was completely dark around the two of them, but the scene in front of them gradually became brighter.

The chessboard fell above a mortal town, then slowly fell into the town, merging with the town, as if announcing that the town had become a chessboard for two people.

Song Yan glanced at Fancheng. The city was still new, and all four gates had the city name on them - Ziyang.

The sky had just cleared up, but the light snow had not yet been cleared. Peddlers from the outskirts of the city were hurrying in, pushing their carts or carrying goods. Bodyguards were exchanging customs documents in front of the door.

In the city, there are many underworld gangs, of various forms, such as the Chai Gang and the Jiu Gang, which are "a gang for each business"; the Huoxin Martial Arts School and the Jingang Martial Arts School, which are "martial artists who receive money to teach martial arts"; the Tianshan Sword Sect, which is "a branch of a major sect", the Ziyang City branch; and the Zaoyi Guards, which are "subordinates of the government", and so on.
Song Yan wondered, "Is this Ziyang City in the Western Underworld?"

Li Shanhai said: "I don't know."

Song Yan said: "Why did the Avenue Chessboard choose such a city?"

Li Shanhai said: "Every time is different, there is no need to dwell on it too much."

After saying this, he raised his hand and twisted it in the air, picking up a white piece, and said: "If this piece falls on a person, it will be like splitting the soul into the person's soul. If this piece falls on the ground, it will be like a saint appearing on the ground. All these things happen, and the ultimate goal is victory."

Song Yan asked: "How to win?"

Li Shanhai said: "You win if you capture the opponent's chess piece. Every time I place a piece, it affects one person. If you place it close to me, then this person is either someone close to me, or the cause and effect are close.

It’s just that you can only place one move in the Xuanhuang realm, so it doesn’t matter.

This is just the simplest rule. After all, there are only a few people I can play against. In this chess game of 361 squares, I can only make two moves at most.

Come on, after you and I make our moves, the game will be over in a moment, it won’t take long.

Here, it can be said that 'one day in heaven is a thousand years on earth'.
The winner can improve his cultivation and character, while the loser may see his cultivation and character decline, or he may also be able to improve, depending on the situation. "

After saying that, Li Shanhai seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. He raised the white piece, looked at Song Yan, and said, "Do your best to defeat me, so that I can leave with a smile on my face!!"

After saying that, the white piece falls!
The chessboard appeared slightly in Ziyang City, but it was shrouded in fog.

Song Yan couldn't see clearly where the white piece fell, and even felt that the white piece didn't fall. He was confused, but still picked up the black piece. It seemed serious, but in fact it just dropped casually at the largest martial arts gym in the area.

At this moment, the black and white chess pieces lit up at the same time, not far apart.

A strange feeling suddenly arose in Song Yan's heart.

Because this was not the "you move one piece and I move one piece" he imagined, but two pieces moving at the same time. The first move was blind, and the second move began to "calculate your first piece, the opponent's first piece, and at the same time predict the opponent's second piece." If the pieces were moved at the same time again, as the situation became more serious and the chessboard became larger, it would become extremely complicated. Coupled with the speed of time flowing as "one day in heaven is a thousand years on earth," it would be even more complicated.

While I was thinking about it, the chessboard below was changing rapidly.

He saw that the chess piece Li Shanhai had placed was actually a dying old man. The old man was bedridden and soon died. To his surprise, Li Shanhai's chess piece did not disappear, but was transferred to one of the old man's descendants.

Song Yan immediately understood: this chessboard is not dead, but alive and can move on its own.

The role he plays now is that of an "old grandfather".

He looked at the ignorant boy who had made his move.

It seems that his power here can only possess this ordinary boy.

The young man was practicing martial arts and seemed to want to enter a martial arts gym.

He looked at it for a while and said, "Idiot, how can you practice martial arts like this?"

It's too late to say.

To the outside world, Song Yan and Li Shanhai were just sitting on a bluestone tree by the bridge, setting up a chessboard and placing pieces against each other.

As soon as the move was made, Li Shanhai stroked his beard and smiled. His body suddenly became still, and then a cold wind blew away, turning him into ashes, ready to fly away with the wind.

Song Yan opened his eyes in time, grabbed with his five fingers, solidified the ashes, and stored them in the urn.

He knew that Li Shanhai's injuries were extremely serious, but he didn't expect that just a game of chess would kill him completely, and he couldn't even become a ghost cultivator.

What kind of death is this?
The mournful cry of the Ice Abyss Phoenix was heard from the sky.

The Li family seemed to sense something, and they knelt down in a mass, crying, "Ancestor!"

Song Yan was also extremely sad in his heart because of the "words come true".

He raised his head and two lines of tears flowed down.

This game of chess played by Li Shanhai is very important to him.

A game only takes a moment, but he feels like he has spent fifty years in it.

Finally, he discovered something: he could use the power of Yu Shou Dao Guo on the object he possessed, thereby making that object's strength improve rapidly. The latter would not be aware of Yu Shou Dao Guo, but would only feel that he had suddenly become enlightened.

Because of this, in the past fifty years, the young man not only became a legend in Ziyang City, but even unified the entire Ziyang City martial arts world. He did not kill the young man controlled by Li Shanhai, but just casually knocked his sword away with a finger to determine the outcome.

Such a huge gap is enough to prove Song Yan's potential, so Li Shanhai died with a smile.

The victory in this round made Song Yan feel that there was a lot more "free energy" in his body. He called upon these energies and digested them quickly with his profound wisdom.

He could vaguely feel that if he played a few more games, he might be able to quickly reach the "Ten Mountains Opened in the Domain" in the middle stage of the realm.

The rewards offered by this "Dao Chessboard" are truly generous.

But why can his "Yu Shou Dao Guo" still be used on this chessboard?
Isn't this unfair?

Besides that, there were a few things in his heart that he felt were strange.

First, the "Dao Chessboard" has a total of 361 points, but the two players place their black and white pieces at the same time, which means that if the two players' realms are high enough and they fight to the end, they will get stuck at the last point.

What happened to the chess piece in the last goal?

Second, why does “Dao Chessboard” offer such generous rewards?

Why did this chessboard come into being?

3. Does Zi Yang City really exist somewhere in this star field?
Various emotions, feelings, and doubts intertwined together. Song Yan sat quietly beside the bluestone, holding the urn in his hand. Soon, a big black umbrella was opened over his head.

Song Yan glanced at the embroidered shoes stepped on the snow, the long legs wrapped in the beige silk skirt, and the concerned look of the beautiful woman above.

"My condolences." Han Weizi said softly.

Song Yan took a deep breath and stood up.

Han Weizi asked in surprise: "My dear, where are you going?"

Song Yan said in a deep voice: "It seems that some independent cultivators are ready to make a move near my Li family recently. They say that the Li family's ancestor is about to die, the Li family's head is seriously injured, and the Li family is about to suffer a catastrophic disaster. Therefore, they are wandering around like vultures. I will go and kill a few of them."

Han Weizi was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

As a female cultivator in the Xuanhuang realm, she still has some vision and insight. In the cruel world of Xuanxiu, being weak is a sin.

You want to keep a low profile and hide your strength, but as a result, you will attract a lot of enemies who covet you because of your hidden strength.

When others think you are weak, you'd better be able to "ride out of the city, show off your military prowess, and demonstrate your martial virtues." This will invisibly eliminate many hidden enemies and avoid a lot of trouble and accidents.

"I will go with you, my dear."

"No need. You can take care of the funeral and vigil for the old man at home. I will be back soon."

Song Yan handed Li Shanhai's urn to Han Weizi, who nodded.

A month later.
In the Guangqiong Mountain in the Western Underworld, the "Guangqiong Five Friends" are the casual cultivators here. They are five "immortal" Divine Transformation cultivators who walked out of the wild world. Because of some opportunities, their strength is the strongest among those below Xuanhuang. One of them has already reached the Xuanhuang level, and may be able to break through in half a step.

At this time, the five people were discussing the affairs of the Li family.

"It's only a matter of time before the Li family falls into chaos. Why don't we get closer and see if we can get a sip of soup?"

"Yes, we can fan the flames when necessary. After all, no one knows that it was done by casual cultivators like us."

"We, the five Guangqiong friends, should move closer so that we can wait for you."

Before he finished speaking, the space suddenly shook, and an indifferent figure appeared in the air. He raised his hand, and the ice exploded, instantly killing the five people.

Snap, snap, snap, snap.
The casual cultivator who had been talking loudly just now suddenly fell silent.

Song Yan glanced to one side and saw a female cultivator in pink gauze rushing out.

The female cultivator was very beautiful, with peach blossom-like eyebrows and peach blossom-like steps, but her cheeks were inexplicably swollen.

If this isn’t Niangniang Xianggu, then who else could it be?

Goddess Xianggu raised her hand and took out the Yin coffin from the void.

This Yin coffin is used to "nurture ghost cultivators".

Yin Qi is a very strange thing. It is usually produced in a destroyed world, but it is impossible to be sure whether there is Yin Qi in a destroyed world. At least Niangniang Xianggu has explored many Rusty Sword worlds, but has never found a second world with Yin Qi.

What's more, Niangniang Xianggu and Zhenren Hanshan themselves didn't know how they crawled out of the tomb and became ghost cultivators, nor did they know how the gloomy terrain of the Dragon Battlefield was formed.

Therefore, before crossing to the Western Netherworld, in order to expand her "career", Niangniang Xianggu absorbed the Yin energy of the Dragon Secret Realm as much as possible and refined a total of 600 Yin coffins.

But as the Yin coffin was used, one less was needed. The Xianggu Lady looked at the "Guangqiong Five Friends" and said, "Old Li, they are too weak. Let's not use them."

Song Yan nodded and asked again: "How is Brother Hanshan?"

Lady Xianggu said, "Old Li, I really admire you. The Ice Phoenix's icy flame almost killed Xiao Hanshan, but now he has become your little brother."

After hearing this, Song Yan knew that Xiao Hanshan was fine.

The two reasons for his going out this time were, first, to wipe out the scattered cultivators, show off his might, and let people know that the Li family was not weak, and at least anyone who wanted to bully them would have to think twice; and second, to contact the ghost cultivators.

Hua Xianggu was also worried about him, so she had been hanging around the Li family during this period of time. Not long after Song Yan came out, the two of them got in touch.

Bang bang bang.
Hua Xianggu suddenly clapped his hands.

Three ghost-faced figures, two men and one woman, emerged from the darkness and took off their masks.

One was as tall as a cedar tree on a lone peak, wearing a black thunder robe; one had a nine-foot-tall, twisted body covered with cyan-gold characters, and had a bit of the feeling of the underworld life before, but was more powerful; one looked like a young girl in her twenties, but her eyes were full of vicissitudes.
Song Yan was stunned. He recognized these three people.

These three were none other than the three Xuanhuang realm powerhouses who died in the Li family’s battle against Emperor Changye. They were named Li Xiaohan, Li Daiyue, and Li Qingluan. They were all loyal to the Li family during their lifetime, but now they have apparently turned into ghost cultivators.

Hua Xianggu smiled and said, "Old Li, don't worry. They are your subordinates if they are alive, and even more so if they are dead."

Immediately, she added: "You haven't met the head of the family yet!"

The three men immediately smiled sinisterly, stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Master."

Song Yan stared for a long while, then curled the corner of his lips. The few of them looked at each other and laughed together, "hehehehe".

Hua Xianggu said happily: "Let it be chaotic, let it be chaotic, in the end, the world will all be ours!"

Song Yan suddenly asked nervously, "Sister Xianggu, after Brother Hanshan ambushed me that day, Emperor Changye sent people to ambush me again. Did the two sides encounter each other?"

Hua Xianggu said, "Almost."

After that, she continued, "Old Li, don't worry. Ghost cultivation is extremely secretive, and we won't be discovered by anyone. What we have to do is to turn all the high-level people here into ghost cultivators, but the lower world and even the independent cultivators don't know of our existence yet."

The two looked at each other and laughed out loud together again.

Song Yan suddenly stopped laughing and counted on his fingers, saying, "Now among us, you and Brother Hanshan are in the late stage of the Realm Realm, Elder Huang and General Ruimu are in the early stage of the Realm Realm, and with me, we are enough to be considered the fourth small force here."

Hua Xianggu said, "In a few days, Mr. Li will be keeping vigil for the deceased. Do you want to?"

Song Yan said: "You guys lie in ambush outside, and I will find ways to severely injure He Wuya in the mourning hall."

Crane Spirit Sect.
He Wuya, wearing a white crane cloak, was sitting upright drinking tea. A gloomy look was revealed between his brows. He angrily said to his trusted elder Shen Yuanzi beside him: "After Li Xuanchan returned, he didn't even come to pay respect to me, the sect leader!!"

Chen Yuanzi said: "Li Xuanchan is hypocritical, but he is a softie. The sect master only needs to go there in a hurry and use the matter of the Changye Emperor to coerce him. Naturally, he can bring Li Xuanchan back to the sect. After that, the Li family only needs to send an elder to garrison there."

He Wuya nodded slightly, as if he was not the one who was angry just now, and said calmly: "That old man Shanhai hid really well, he even hid a third realm spirit.

However, the deeper he hides, the more worried I know he will be.

If I am not mistaken, the spirits in the third realm have the mentality of children.

As for a young child, it will be nice to whoever is good to it. After a long time, the person with the best relationship with it will naturally become its owner.

This time, I am at the funeral hall, and I am determined to win, but fighting is not appropriate. What should I do?"

Chen Yuanzi said, "Li Chongshan sent me a letter before, saying that the old man Shanhai was also worried about conflicts, so he taught Li Xuanchan the 'Dao Chessboard' so that he could make friends through chess. This is not bad. What do you think, Sect Master?"

"The Great Dao chessboard?" He Wuya's eyes lit up and he said happily, "Then I must play a game of chess with him."

Chen Yuanzi stood up and bowed, smiling, "Then I wish you victory. You can send me to guard the Li family. When the time comes, I will help you win the beauty's heart and send Han Weizi to your bed."

He Wuya said: "Of course I will send you."

After that, he added: "Han Weizi is truly a rare beauty in the world. It's a pity for her to follow Li Xuanchan."

Another month passed
Li family funeral hall.

The urn is placed in the coffin.

Everyone in the Li family wore mourning clothes and kept silent vigil for the old ancestor. Although they knew that there was no spirit, they still wanted to put an end to the thought as a family.

Song Yan sat cross-legged, and next to him was an old man from the Li family who was of the same generation as the Shanhai Patriarch, whose name was Li Chongshan.

At this moment, his eyebrows were full of worry, and he said directly: "Master, the ancestor said before he died that guests are guests, and it is not appropriate to make a big fuss. Later, please give the guests some face on your 'Dao Chessboard', so that my Li family can survive."

After saying this, Li Chongshan sighed again.

Kneeling behind Song Yan were the current first and second wives of the Li family.

Han Lingzi said, "Uncle Chongshan, if the guest here today still wants to play chess, then he must be a bad guest. How can the master of the family give him face? If he loses after giving him face, what should we do?"

Li Chongshan lamented, "Yes, yes."

Han Lingzi raised his eyebrows and said, "In my opinion, my lord, you have to kill as many people as possible, so that no one dares to covet them, and then you can stop the disaster."

After the words fell, many people in the Li family frowned. Obviously, no one wanted to make enemies when the Li family was weak.

Han Weizi also hurriedly pulled the corner of Han Lingzi's clothes.

Han Lingzi asked loudly: "Did I say something wrong?"

Song Yan looked at Han Lingzi and said, "Little Bell, I know."

However, no matter how you look at it, his words seemed only to temporarily appease the second wife who did not know etiquette, and no one thought he would really do so.

(End of this chapter)