High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 165 - 16: Riding the Winds for 90,000 Miles, Stirring Fins Across the Seas (Double-Length)

Chapter 165: Chapter 16: Riding the Winds for 90,000 Miles, Stirring Fins Across the Seas (Double-Length)

"Rumble..."

The canyon collapsed, and the enormous noise spread for thousands of miles, startling countless cultivators to come out and check.

But in fact, at this moment, the cultivators above the Innate Realm from the surrounding four counties, including some outsiders of the Middle Three Grades, had already heard the news early on, either curious about Chen Kuang’s final outcome, and had long been waiting nearby from afar.

As for getting closer, they were indeed quite reluctant, at least several miles away.

Not to mention that the previous attempted interception of Chen Kuang by the Yihuo Sect resulted in almost the entire sect’s destruction, which was enough to make them sober, the immense pressure from the Martial Saint alone was enough to deter everyone.

With the Martial Saint present, a battle of mortal foes, who dared to step forward? Wouldn’t that be courting death?

Just as to ordinary cultivators, mortals are like ants, who can be killed by a mere wave of the hand.

For a Saint, ordinary cultivators are merely ants.

A simple gesture can scatter power, killing or injuring countless bystanders.

Even followers eager to witness the Martial Saint’s prowess did not dare to get too close.

Therefore, these cultivators were mostly scattered in groups, each occupying a mountain peak, using the higher terrain to gaze afar at the battlefield.

Vaguely, a tacit understanding was reached among these cultivators, allowing those with higher cultivation to naturally occupy positions with the best views.

As for those of lower cultivation, they couldn’t even enjoy gossip...

This, of course, is a joking manner of speaking. Seeing a Saint is rare, and witnessing a Saint in action is even rarer; if one can glimpse a hint of Dao Rhyme, it could potentially lead them to soar into the sky.

This is the greatest benefit for ordinary cultivators.

Otherwise, the Dao Transmission Stele on Tai Mountain wouldn’t hold such a high status, attracting countless seekers.

Half of these observing cultivators were here for this very reason, hoping to gain some insight or opportunity.

The other half were more interested in the recent uproar surrounding Chen Kuang.

This included Lin Er You and Zhang Zhizhou, who arrived later.

The cultivation of these two was among the highest of the spectators, but they did not choose a spot with a good view, instead choosing a remote corner.

Zhang Zhizhou even directly took out a chessboard, flattened some stones, and set up a game.

He sat cross-legged, leisurely took out two boxes of jade stones, and invited Lin Er You:

"The Martial Saint taking action will probably end quickly. We can’t come here for nothing."

"I see this place has a nice view; it’s perfect for the two of us to play a game. Let me see if you’ve made any progress."

Only then did Lin Er You reluctantly retract his gaze, calm his mindset, take a deep breath, and sit across Zhang Zhizhou. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The rumbling sound still echoed in his ears, and the entire river surface, including the surrounding mountains, vibrated violently, as if the earth dragon turned over.

The ground collapses, mountains break...

The Martial Saint seems to be making genuine moves... Even if Chen Kuang has heavenly abilities, I fear he can’t reverse the situation.

Lin Er You sat down, and beside his hand was a box of black stones.

Zhang Zhizhou said: "I remember, Er You, you’ve always preferred playing black since you were young."

His age was more than ten times that of Lin Er You’s; he had been the senior brother of Freedom Mountain for countless years, yet had always been eccentric, never leaving Freedom Mountain.

Many disciples of Freedom Mountain were basically raised under his watch, and he also enjoyed playing around with children.

Lin Er You smiled, saying: "The sage says, know the white and guard the black, be the exemplar for all."

Zhang Zhizhou stretched lazily, took out a white stone to play with, and said: "But these words seem more like they’re talking about the Mystic God Daoist Sect than about our Freedom Mountain. Freedom Mountain should naturally act in accordance with its nature."

Cangyuan’s chess dictates: the one playing black takes the first move.

Lin Er You didn’t have the heart to argue with his nonsensical senior brother, but playing chess could stabilize his thoughts and calm him down a bit.

"Plop."

Lin Er You made the first move, according to norms.

Lin Er You did not bring along Zhou Yanwei, because there were many affairs left in Jishao County that needed handling, and if no one presided over them in the current situation, chaos might ensue.

Moreover, Zhou Yanwei didn’t need to fight for this opportunity; if he wished to pursue Martial Dao, he only needed to tell Ji Chengtian, and the latter naturally had the capability to directly send him to the Dao Transmission Stele at Tai Mountain, even allowing Mu Zhao to demonstrate some techniques personally.

Although they had only met briefly, Lin Er You had already considered Chen Kuang a friend, and regarding a friend’s life and death, he certainly couldn’t remain indifferent.

Especially... Zhang Zhizhou believed that Chen Kuang definitely couldn’t leave Liang Kingdom alive.

"Plop."

Zhang Zhizhou made an unconventional move, causing Lin Er You to frown.

This style... Indeed, it was still his unpredictable and eccentric senior brother.

After several moves, Lin Er You’s frown deepened.

He was also a genius since young, naturally having the pride not to lose, so he straightened his face and began to take it seriously.

Zhang Zhizhou tapped the chessboard with a piece, saying: "This game is full of changes; you need to observe seriously."

...

"Boom—"

The cliff collapsed, as though Heaven’s Gate opened.

Chen Kuang could barely shout: "Senior Brother, protect them first and leave!"

Just then, he saw the tumultuous waves surging, almost thirty zhang high of river water forming a wall, flooding towards everyone menacingly.

Whether ground, mountain peaks, woods, or cliffs, all were drowned by the deep azure river, unknown how many houses and soil were washed away, making the once steep terrain suddenly flat.