Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 257 - 49: On the Sacred Mountain [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

Chapter 257: Chapter 49: On the Sacred Mountain [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

"No kidding!"

Chu Liang ended the mahjong round, his eyes filled with juvenile astonishment, as he looked at everyone. The meaning in his eyes was likely, beginner’s luck is real!

All from the same suit, floating triplet, and winning on a bonus tile.

Instantly collecting quite a bit of chips from the other three players crucially, this was only the third round of play... They didn’t even manage to tidy their own hands yet.

Furthermore, this was the fourth continuous round Chu Liang had won, and they only played four rounds in total.

Was this beginner’s luck?

You’re fooling nobody!

We’ve never experienced such a thing when we first touched mahjong in our mother’s womb, this guy is simply playing dumb to beat the tiger!

The other three disciples from Shu Mountain, who had also been immersed in mahjong for many years, naturally would not believe Chu Liang’s nonsensical talk any longer. After looking at each other silently, they reached a consensus.

Because the first round of the mahjong tournament is a four-to-one selection, after sixteen rounds, only one person from their table would be able to advance. Four rounds later, Chu Liang was the sole winner and naturally became the target of everyone’s focus.

Whoever wanted to advance among the remaining three would have to get him to spit out the chips he had already won!

Three against one, let’s see how you win now!

Smack.

"Is this a Pure Dragon Seven Pairs?"

Chu Liang had only played two rounds before he ended the game again, looking at everyone with a confused look. The cards he put down were shockingly good.

"What?" The three were so surprised that their mouths fell open.

If this wasn’t the venue for the Shu Mountain mahjong tournament, they would definitely suspect that this guy was cheating with supernatural powers.

But Shu Mountain’s venue was already shielded with magic artifacts and arrays to ensure that any cheating efforts using true Qi would be exposed. If this person isn’t relying on luck, then he must have real skill.

But does such godlike card play really exist?

They are all cultivators, their spiritual strength is not weak, but because of this, they knew that it was almost impossible to do this without relying on supernatural powers.

Even if they were determined to watch one person with three people, they would still need an opportunity to exert themselves. Now all the cards seem to be arranged by him, how can they play?

It was only after Chu Liang had won his tenth consecutive round that a disciple across the table finally couldn’t stand it anymore and stood up!

He looked straight at Chu Liang, paused, and said, "Senior Brother Chu, I don’t want to play with you anymore, take me as your disciple! I want to learn card playing from you!"

Chu Liang quickly waved his hand and laughed: "I was just lucky."

"How could one achieve this much just by relying on luck!" The disciple exclaimed loudly.

"Why not, look at her..." Chu Liang raised his hand and pointed at a table next to him.

Turns out, he had spare time to pay attention to the nearby table even while playing mahjong. There sat a pure and innocent young girl, slightly nervous, putting down the cards she had just drawn.

"Can you tell me... did I win again?" The young girl asked somewhat nervously.

Because she could see that the expressions of the three people opposite her were getting more and more fierce.

Fearful.

Especially when she drew another winning hand.

The young girl was naturally the contestant Liu Xiaoyu from Silver Sword Peak. She looked at the gloomy faces of the three people at the same table and carefully asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." A male disciple across the table let out a tearful-looking smile, "You’re doing great."

Chu Liang watched the large stacks of chips in front of Xiaoyu, which were taller than her head, and nodded approvingly. She is indeed our Silver Sword Peak’s contestant!

Seeing this, the people at Chu Liang’s table felt chills in their hearts. What kind of gambling god breeding ground is Silver Sword Peak, and every contestant they send is so terrifying?

No sooner had that thought appeared, when they heard a loud yell not far away, "Do you even know how to play mahjong?"

Master?

Chu Liang was startled and quickly turned around to look.

There he saw Empress Feng standing up, yelling at a silent young disciple in front of her, "You can clearly see the next player needs circle tiles and you still play them, are you in cahoots with him? Where are the elders? My table is rigged, I won’t accept this elimination! Wahhhh—"

Seeing Empress Feng about to lose her temper, Chu Liang quickly stepped forward to stop her and kept saying, "Master! Please calm down! We still have me and Xiaoyu, we from Silver Sword Peak can definitely win! Don’t be angry! Don’t be angry!"

Empress Feng had a meltdown, causing a great commotion.

The scene was momentarily chaotic.

...

Northern Region Holy Mountain.

In the extreme northern area of the Northern Region, there is a range of snow-capped mountains, among which the tallest one stands lofty into the clouds, like a sharp sword piercing the frigid sky.

There is a legend in the Northern Region that the most exalted Venerable of Buddhism in the mortal realm resides on this sacred mountain.

Every year, countless young pilgrims heads north, climb this peak, all trying to find the legendary Venerable to become his disciples.

It is said that if one has exceptional aptitude, they could see the Venerable’s seat and become a disciple under him. If one’s qualifications aren’t sufficient, they would only see the desolate snow mountain, gaining nothing.

The reason so many people are keen on ascending the sacred mountain to become disciples, aside from faith, is mostly due to the deeds of this Venerable.

Almost everyone in Immortal Cultivation World knows that this individual called "Venerable Wanfa" on the sacred mountain is one of the longest-living cultivators of the Human Clan. Over the years, he has taught many distinguished disciples.

Five hundred years ago, a disciple who inherited his Buddhist Law descended the mountain and went to the most prosperous Yu Capital City. He built a temple outside the city, named Chonglou Temple.

Yes, it is Chonglou Temple, one of the ten Earth Sects.

Two hundred years ago, another disciple who inherited his sword techniques descended from the sacred mountain and established his sect by the North Sea.

Later, amidst the turmoil in the mortal world, this sect also ascended to the ranks of Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, known as Night Blade Sect.

Riding roughshod over the North Sea at night with a blade!

The Night Blade Sect leader is now known as Northern Imperial Heavenly Sword, revered across the north and unsurpassed in reputation. And many years before, he too was one of the young people who ascended the sacred mountain to become disciples.

How could others not rush to follow suit?

However, overlook these resounding titles, and it’s nothing more than an ordinary snow mountain.

There is an ancient white temple on the snow mountain, hidden in the thick clouds and mists, hard to be seen by ordinary people.

In a side hall of the temple, at the moment, spiritual energy is abundant.

A seemingly young girl is sitting upright in the hall, her eyes tightly shut and expression pained, with dozens of spiritual chains threaded around her body. The ground is covered with intricate array patterns drawn in cinnabar.

The array glows with red light, each flash causing the surrounding chains to shudder, squeezing out a stream of black qi from the young girl’s body.

Outside the side hall, the bamboo hat-wearing Qi Jing is anxiously watching the situation inside, a trace of worry flashing through his eyes, "It has been forty-nine days. Can it succeed?"

He previously brought the young girl who walked out of Immortal’s Lake to Northern Region Sacred Mountain to find a way to resolve the disaster on her body. Although he indeed found the method, at this moment close to the end, he can’t help but feel uneasy.

"Everything has gone smoothly up to now."

Standing beside him, there is a slightly bald middle-aged monk, a bit short and somewhat stout, wearing a thick cotton monk robe with a kindly face.

In response to Qi Jing’s question, he replied softly, "The revered one has already removed the accumulated death qi from her. But ’Sha,’ this existence, is inherently born from the conversion of yin to yang, from death to life. As long as she lives, she will gradually accumulate death qi. Her actions will draw the yin and sha of heaven and earth, causing various disasters, and these drawn disasters can also accumulate the blood qi for her promotion. She herself won’t resist. So the Venerable suggested that even if she succeeds this time, she should not leave the sacred mountain."

"To stay here?" Qi Jing pondered for a moment.

Just then, a painful cry from the young girl suddenly came from inside the hall, "Ah--"

Her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, seeming about to open her eyes any moment. The chains around her seemed to tightly suppress her spirit, preventing her from waking up. Each struggle was accompanied by a violent shake of the chains, which then rebounded more forcefully on her body.

Boom--

The array’s light began to cease its twinkling and started to continuously light up; the ground was ablaze with hot red light, just like a sea of fire! And the young girl suffering in the fiery sea let out a shriek, spouting out globules of black air!

Bang.

This black air nearly burst through the roof of the side hall but was eventually refined by countless red lights.

The little girl who exhaled the black air, her surrounding chains instantly lost their spirituality and crashed to the ground. Her body also went limp and toppled backward.

Qi Jing hurriedly rushed into the side hall and propped up the girl, asking, "How are you?"

"Ah..." The little girl’s mouth moved.

Concerned, Qi Jing hastened with his question, "What do you want to say?"

The young girl slowly opened her eyes and very laboriously uttered two words, "Fruit... chew..."

Qi Jing was silent for a moment.

Okay.

She was still thinking about eating at a time like this.