239: Lei Wujie: Brother-in-law, give me some face.

Therefore, he was unaware of the events that had previously occurred in the Kingdom.

Whether intentionally or not, none of the Sect members mentioned Duan Zhengchun's affairs, which meant Zhang Wuji didn't know what had happened in the Kingdom.

Had he known, Zhang Wuji's eyes would not have been filled with such hateful rage upon seeing Duan Zhengchun.

After all, although he was already a Great Grandmaster, he was still two whole Realms below the Earth Immortal Realm—an existence that was simply unshakeable.

Su Xinghe walked out and nodded to the crowd.

No one objected to this; everyone knew Su Xinghe was deaf and mute, unable to speak or hear.

However, just as Su Xinghe sat down, there was another stir at the valley entrance.

Then, a group of people appeared.

"Shangguan Haitang, the Mysterious Rank Secret Agent of the Great Ming's Dragon Guard Manor, is late. I hope Mr. Su will not be offended."

As the voice faded, a handsome Young Master holding a folding fan walked in.

Several figures accompanied him; one was an exquisitely beautiful woman in a wheelchair, pushed by a dark-skinned, rugged man.

"Ruthless and Iron Hand of the Six Doors have come to keep the appointment." Ruthless spoke coldly, cupping her hands toward Su Xinghe.

The arrival of the Dragon Guard Manor and the Six Doors immediately caused a stir.

"I didn't expect even the Dragon Guard Manor, the Great Ming's largest intelligence agency, and the Six Doors to show up."

"Indeed, this gathering is even more lively than the previous ones."

At that moment, Shangguan Haitang spotted Duan Zhengchun. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly approached him.

"Shangguan Haitang greets Prince Duan."

"Ah, I didn't expect you to be here as well." Duan Zhengchun's eyes brightened as he looked at Shangguan Haitang.

"The Sage of Chess's Zhenlong Chess Game has always been a challenge in the Jianghu; Go enthusiasts come every year."

"I came for the last Zhenlong Chess Game as well, but my skills were lacking, and I couldn't solve it."

"With Prince Duan here in person, I believe there's hope for the Zhenlong Chess Game to be solved this time." As Shangguan Haitang explained, she also flattered Duan Zhengchun.

"Of course! With my brother-in-law here, any Zhenlong Chess Game is a piece of cake."

Before Duan Zhengchun could speak, Lei Wujie couldn't help but chime in.

He never missed an opportunity to suck up to his brother-in-law.

After all, the meeting gift his brother-in-law had given him was far too generous.

Especially that one sword technique, which had benefited him immensely.

"And this Young Master is...?" Shangguan Haitang looked at Lei Wujie with surprise.

"I am Lei Wujie, and Prince Duan is my brother-in-law." Lei Wujie introduced himself proudly.

"Lei Wujie? The Young Master of the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall's Lei Family Fort?" Shangguan Haitang was surprised.

"Oh? You've heard of me? Not bad!" Lei Wujie's eyes lit up, feeling quite smug.

"The Dragon Guard Manor is the Great Ming's top intelligence agency; it's only natural they know about you," Duan Zhengchun said calmly.

"Hehe, I was just showing off a bit. Brother-in-law, save some Face for me!" Lei Wujie looked at Duan Zhengchun sheepishly.

Duan Zhengchun shook his head helplessly. Lei Wujie was a bit reckless, but he had the strength and talent.

He just lacked experience. After the golden coffin incident, Lei Wujie had truly begun to mature.

Ruthless watched Duan Zhengchun, her expression calm, but her heart was in turmoil.

Her mind-reading ability couldn't read his thoughts at all, and she couldn't gauge his strength.

According to Six Doors' intel, Duan Zhengchun could kill an Earth Immortal Realm Master, so his strength was definitely at the Earth Immortal Realm, if not higher.

But was that even possible?

How could there be such a young Earth Immortal Realm Master?

Yet the fact remained: Duan Zhengchun had killed an Earth Immortal Realm Master, so his strength was at least at that level.

Against such a Master, even her Master, the Divine Marquis Zhuge, would be no match.

Su Xinghe sat at the stone table with a smile. On the cliff behind him was a replica of the Zhenlong Chess Game.

Su Xinghe made a gesture of invitation, signaling the start.

They would play on the stone table, and someone would replicate the moves on the cliff so everyone could follow the game.

"In that case, our Sect will go first." Eldest Martial Brother looked at his son Song Qingshu and his nephew Zhang Wuji.

"Zhang Wuji, Qingshu, which of you wants to go first?"

"Father, let Junior Brother Zhang Wuji go first."

"If Junior Brother Zhang Wuji can't solve it, I'll step in." Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji with a smile.

Zhang Wuji sneered inwardly; the man was clearly trying to use him as a foil.

But under the circumstances, he couldn't very well refuse.

"Very well, I shall humble myself then." Zhang Wuji didn't decline and stepped forward.

Zhang Wuji emerged from the crowd and sat at the stone table.

Honestly, his chess skills were mediocre; he was just here to try his luck.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Zhang Wuji's first move. It was clear he either didn't know Go at all or was a novice at best.

In just two moves, Zhang Wuji was backed into a corner and had to awkwardly admit defeat.

"Your skills are superior, Mr. Su. This Junior is outmatched." Zhang Wuji rose and cupped his hands to Su Xinghe.

"No matter. Everyone has their own talents. Your strength is impressive, young friend; it's only natural you might lack a gift for chess." Su Xinghe nodded with a smile.

Zhang Wuji nodded and stepped back, maintaining a composed demeanor.

Then Song Qingshu stepped forward. He had known about the Zhenlong Chess Game beforehand and had studied Go in his spare time.

"Junior Song Qingshu seeks your guidance, Mr. Su."

Su Xinghe nodded without a word.

"The son of Fifth Hero Zhang isn't all that. To think he'd have the nerve to challenge with such poor skills."

"Didn't you hear Mr. Su? Zhang Wuji is strong; he's just not good at chess."

"If he's not good at it, he shouldn't have gone up and made a fool of himself."

Hearing the mocking comments from the crowd, a cold light flickered in Zhang Wuji's eyes, though he remained outwardly calm.

He had already memorized the Faces of those speaking. Once this was over, he would deal with them.

Those people had no idea they had just been marked for death.

As Song Qingshu passed Zhang Wuji, a flash of contempt appeared in his eyes.

No matter what, as long as he performed better than Zhang Wuji today, his position as the Sect's third-generation head disciple would be secure.

So what if you're stronger, Zhang Wuji? With your character flaws, you'll never be the Sect Head.

If I Cultivate hard, I'll catch up eventually.

Indeed, as soon as Song Qingshu started playing, it was evident his skills far surpassed Zhang Wuji's.

But if the Zhenlong Chess Game were that easy to crack, it wouldn't have remained unsolved for so long.