Chapter 317: The Great Jing Immortal Dynasty (5)

Just as the surrounding crowd grew anxious, Su Chen finally made his move. His fingertip glided across the chessboard. In that instant, it was as if supreme experts were clashing in a grand battle.

A flash of amazement appeared in the old man's eyes.

"Not bad."

That simple, understated praise rippled across the crowd like a stone dropped into a still lake, stirring waves in every direction. In the past half year, no one had ever heard the old man offer a single word of praise to anyone.

"Just whose descendant is that little fellow? To actually earn praise from him!"

"No, I suspect this is an old monster who has cultivated to the point of returning to youth. He must be the little girl's elder. After all, even I cannot see through the depth of his strength. It is simply unfathomable."

"Nonsense! That is the current Majesty's Ninety-Ninth Prince!"

"The Ninety-Ninth Prince… him? The one the Heavenly Physician Great Emperor declared could not cultivate and would not live past a hundred years?"

"How is that possible? Even the Zhuge Clan's peerless talented daughter received no praise from him. The Ninety-Ninth Prince cannot cultivate, so how could he see through the mysteries of the chessboard?"

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When Su Chen's identity was revealed, the crowd was stunned.

The Ninety-Ninth Prince of the Great Jing Heavenly Dynasty was known as a waste who could not cultivate. Yet this so-called "waste" possessed a deeper understanding of the Dao of Chess than even Zhuge Yao, the Zhuge Clan's foremost genius.

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"What a pity… No matter how profound his chess skills, the Ninety-Ninth Prince still cannot cultivate."

Without the ability to cultivate, no matter how dazzling one's talent, one would not live past a hundred years. A century was nothing more than a short journey, a fleeting insight, or the time it took to break through for these cultivators.

Su Chen devoted his full attention to the chessboard. Countless brilliant lives fell, yet he remained unmoved. In his eyes, those powerful and dazzling beings were merely chess pieces. His only goal was to slay the heavens.

The old man narrowed his eyes as he studied the board. A trace of shock flickered across his face.

This was not winning by half a move. He was completely powerless to resist!

"You have lost."

As the rather childish voice rang out, the chessboard began to crack apart bit by bit, gradually dissolving into nothingness.

"Who… who lost?"

The surrounding spectators looked utterly confused. They had not yet understood what had happened, but the game was already decided.

"This old man has lost…" the elder admitted openly, showing no concern for the uproar around him. "Young friend, your wisdom is truly extraordinary. I am ashamed to be inferior."

Nan Hongsang grinned, revealing her cute little canines. She was delighted that Su Chen had won.

As promised, Su Chen could now choose any item from the old man's treasury. It contained countless innate supreme treasures, including artifacts that even Emperor-level experts would covet.

Yet Su Chen ignored them all. His gaze fell on a plain, pitch-black stone.

"This one."

Compared to the dazzling array of treasures, the stone looked utterly ordinary. But Su Chen had chosen it at first glance because he could not see through its origins. He could only sense that it was extraordinarily extraordinary.

This only strengthened his decision.

"I never expected you to choose it…" The old man looked surprised, but the surprise quickly gave way to melancholy. "Perhaps this is simply how fate was meant to be…"

He smiled, then slowly rose to his feet. Leaning on his banner staff, he walked away step by step like a fading illusion, vanishing into the world.

"He was actually an Emperor Lord-level expert."

An Emperor Lord who had survived more than thirty tribulations. Such beings had not appeared in the three thousand provinces for a very long time.

Su Chen watched the old man's departing figure while toying with the black stone in his hand. He needed to return and study exactly what this thing was.

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