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Shenxiao Bureau is a grand undertaking. Because it holds infinite possibilities, it also carries infinite entrustments. Competitors are not only in the myriad worlds of the heavens, but even more so in the ancient past and the present! Several sky demons in Moyun City are vying for control of the bureau, there is Mi Zhi Ben and Zen Master Xing Nian playing chess for five hundred years, and even more so, He Hua Ting transcends time to place stones!

He clearly never had the thought of stopping the continuation of the myth; in the past he failed, but he set up the bureau in time, waiting until now to continue again! Now he has announced the ‘game rules’. The deathly silent Not Old Spring is waiting to verify truth and falsehood, to judge life and death.

However, is merely telling the truth enough in this inexplicable question and answer game? These present heaven’s proud sons, who doesn’t have secrets hidden deep within their hearts? Some truths, can they really be proclaimed aloud?

The question fell upon Xiong San Si. He couldn’t not answer, and he couldn’t speak falsely. All the monsters cast their gazes. No one wasn’t curious about Xiong San Si. Although his name is on the heaven list, and he is already considered world-famous, even a household name in Zi Wu Hills, the outside world still knows very little about him. His true appearance hidden under the mask, his thoughts hidden under the black robe, his past that he absolutely never mentions… these still often exist in street talks and alley discussions, but no one can say them clearly.

As fellow heaven’s proud, together in this bureau, they are both competitors and fellow travelers. They are both curious about Xiong San Si’s true face, and curious about what kind of reaction it will cause if he violates the rules. No one present is blind, no one can’t see He Hua Ting’s weakness, and no one can’t see He Hua Ting’s ill intentions. But after all, he is an existence who was once a chess player of Shenxiao Bureau and is still playing chess now. No one is willing to rashly use their own life to probe He Hua Ting’s bottom line.

Now everyone is waiting for Xiong San Si’s answer. He didn’t remain silent for too long. He said: “The place I came out from is called Qian Jie Ku.”

“I’ve never heard of this place in the demon world…” He Hua Ting slowly looked towards Zhu Lan Ruo: “This little girl seems well-versed in ancient and modern times, has she heard of it?”

She couldn’t speak falsely. Zhu Lan Ruo shook her head and said: “I don’t know.”

Xiong San Si continued: “The existence that rules there is named Three Evil Tribulation Lord.”

“The sea changes to mulberry fields, strong ones emerge in succession. It’s not strange that this old man doesn’t know.” He Hua Ting looked towards Yang Yu again: “Little monk, do you know this lord?”

Yang Yu said: “I don’t know.”

“How strange,” He Hua Ting commented, and then asked: “What kind of place is Qian Jie Ku?” He stared at Xiong San Si again, pressing: “You… what are you?”

This time, Xiong San Si didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a step forward and counter-asked: “In the world there is no eternal evil law. Senior He, with this rule, how many questions can you ask me in total?”

This was clearly a key question. And He Hua Ting looked deeply at him, actually giving an answer: “If I can’t ask anymore, you yourself will know.”

Zhu Lan Ruo’s gaze was like rainbow colors flying past, Lu Qi Lang pressed a finger to his brow. No heaven’s proud is willing to accept the outcome of being pointed out one by one. Even more unwilling to be like Xiong San Si, in a state of knowing nothing, becoming the one answering and testing the danger of the game. They are all trying to use their own methods to discern all the rules of this game. But as the one in the bureau, Xiong San Si had to give an answer.

So he said: “I wasn’t born in Qian Jie Ku either. Many friends here know my past story.” He Hua Ting’s faint gaze swept over Shu Jia Lan and he nodded slightly. Xiong San Si’s family broken and people dead, himself beaten down a high cliff by enemies, and then after cultivating successfully, he returned for revenge… this matter indeed, the monsters present had all heard of it. After all, it is a story with great legendary meaning, very suitable for telling.

“That year I fell there, and lost all consciousness. When I woke up, I was already in Qian Jie Ku,” Xiong San Si said: “I can’t say clearly how big that place is, because I never explored its full extent. It’s a huge maze, with room after room of prison cells inside. Three steps square, with only a tightly closed iron prison door. For a very long time, that was the place where I lived.”

“What kind of place is that? How should I describe it?” Xiong San Si’s voice often torments the listener’s ears, but at this time, if you listen carefully to him speak, you will perceive that he is also tormenting himself. What exactly did he experience to have such a painful voice?

“I cannot give Qian Jie Ku an accurate definition, I can only describe what I know,” Xiong San Si said: “I am not the only prisoner there. Imprisoned there are demon race, there are human race, and even other demon race.”

He Hua Ting’s two eyes were like two points of faint fire, quietly listening to his narration. The other monsters were also attracted by his narration.

“You say, why would Three Evil Tribulation Lord gather us together?” Xiong San Si’s rough voice, for the first time, had relatively intense emotions. He gave the answer himself: “He wants to cultivate us like grafting flowers and trees!”

“Cultivate” these two words were originally very positive words. But placed in the current context, placed in that mysterious Qian Jie Ku, it was extremely sinister. No matter whether people or monsters, they are all enlightened spirits with wisdom, with their own emotions and culture. How can they be treated in the way of grafting flowers and trees?

“You ask me what I am…” Xiong San Si used his index finger as a dagger, drawing down on his left shoulder, revealing a piece of bone armor, on which were mysterious patterns. He then pointed at this area of demon mark and said: “I am demon.”

He Hua Ting glanced at Not Old Spring, with the water patterns as lines, always the east side rippled.

Xiong San Si then pointed at his own heart, his finger smashing against his chest, making thudding sounds: “I am human.” He immediately tore off his black robe, also lifting the leather armor under the black robe, so that everyone present could see—at his abdomen, there was a large mass of flesh that suddenly turned into thick black fog. After a while, it turned back into flesh from the black fog. So strange!

“I am also demon.” “I am the variety cultivated by Three Evil Tribulation Lord, I am human-demon-demon-demon-human-human-demon-demon,” he finally concluded, answering He Hua Ting’s question. Under the pitch-black mask, there was still a pair of eyes with no waves.

The whole scene was silent. It was hard to imagine what kind of existence that Three Evil Tribulation Lord was. To actually act so against natural order, arbitrarily transforming members of the same race, grafting demons and connecting humans… treating beings with wisdom, emotions, and thoughts one by one as wood to carve!

Tai Ping Ghost Messenger gripped his long knife tightly, gritted his teeth and said: “Such evildoers, my Tai Ping Dao must kill them!” All the monsters felt the same, only He Hua Ting’s eyes flickered on and off. Perhaps for a while he couldn’t think clearly why this should have solved Xiong San Si’s questioning, but in the end it was unsuccessful.

Perhaps it was because Three Evil Tribulation Lord was too cruel, or Qian Jie Ku was too evil. Even an ancient one like He Hua Ting was trapped in shocked emotions, and didn’t find that elusive inspiration, didn’t complete his one ‘possibility’.

“How did you escape out—” He opened his mouth, but the question was asked halfway and then didn’t continue.

“It seems you temporarily cannot ask me anymore,” Xiong San Si looked at him and said.

He Hua Ting said: “You can understand it that way.”

Chai A Si stared blankly at all this, completely unable to understand the undercurrents behind this conversation. He only vaguely felt as if Xiong San Si had escaped from some danger. Escaped from what danger? Indeed, Xiong San Si’s experiences were very tragic, painful just to listen to. But in this answer just now, he only answered the truth, which shouldn’t have been that difficult. But why did Zhu Lan Ruo seem to breathe a sigh of relief, and Lu Qi Lang also seemed as if a heavy burden had been lifted?

He dedicated these doubts in his heart to the great ancient god. Then he got the answer—

“He Hua Ting failed in the near ancient era and can still linger until now, he must have paid a quite heavy price. He is very weak now, I guess his power is only enough to support him acting fierce on that green stone, so he called you over. Zhu Lan Ruo’s divine powers are extraordinary, perhaps when she first left there, she sensed something. After realizing it was impossible to deceive anyone, He Hua Ting then activated his arrangements in this world. He utilized the power of Shenxiao land, setting up this game. Of course, as the game designer, he has certain privileges, but in this game while prying open Shenxiao world, he himself must also obey the game’s rules. A game that cannot achieve relative fairness cannot be established. Just as the true meaning of infinite possibilities corresponds to exhausting all efforts. This is the fundamental rule of this world, and all layouts must extend from this. In a state of extreme weakness, how to leverage the power of Shenxiao world to complete existing purposes—He Hua Ting captured such a possibility within infinite possibilities and realized it. The game he designed has explicit rules and implicit rules. The explicit rules are ‘must answer questions, answers must be true’. The implicit rules may contain deadly factors, which still need further exploration and interpretation. Xiong San Si is groping for stones to cross the river. He temporarily hasn’t drowned and has found a small path, which is of course worth the bystanders rejoicing. Because each of them may need to cross this river shortly after.”

Chai A Si listened as if understanding and not understanding. At this time, Xiong San Si had already slowly put on his leather armor, covered his black robe, and then actually took another step forward, almost face to face with He Hua Ting! The eyes under the pitch-black mask gazed at He Hua Ting, with a calmness and courage that made bystanders admire. He said: “Must answer questions, those who speak falsely will fish for the moon in the water, drown and die… Since the rules are thus, can I also ask you questions?”

He Hua Ting was slightly silent for a moment, then said: “Yes.”

“What is your purpose?” Xiong San Si spoke concisely. If there are implicit, deadly enough rules hidden in the answering process, then he must find a way to make He Hua Ting touch them. Xiong San Si obviously already understands the game rules set by He Hua Ting. He successfully escaped danger and switched to offense. The counterattack had begun!

He Hua Ting gently blinked his eyes, as if indicating appreciation. Then he said: “This bureau game is based on something I glimpsed in the river of time about a certain commonality of yours. It was designed to be extremely targeted and should not be avoided by you. But you are very smart. You just hid very important information. Do you feel now that as long as that secret is exposed, it will trigger the danger of this question and answer game?”

These words contained a probing. But Xiong San Si didn’t speak, his eyes also without fluctuation. His time for ‘must answer questions, answers must be true’ had already passed, and now he didn’t need to answer anything. The pressure of the rules would still descend. He Hua Ting laughed: “Then now I will give you my answer.”

“My current purpose is to plunder any one of your life forces as the living source for my body, allowing me to truly exert a little power… not like now, so laborious.”

“The subsequent purpose is to accumulate enough power and go to the time point where you are, to complete my revival.”

“The final purpose is to revive Not Old Spring and continue the myth.”

On the east side of Not Old Spring, ripples appeared as if due to wind and wrinkles. He Hua Ting would of course not joke at this time. Under the restriction of the game rules, every sentence he spoke was true and credible. Thus, it was also terrifying.

Because of the torment from that so-called Three Evil Tribulation Lord, Xiong San Si is now demon is demon and human, his body is strange, but undoubtedly, he stands there with a very reliable temperament. Just as for He Hua Ting’s answer, he remained calm: “Please ask, all the rules of this question and answer game are…”

He Hua Ting smiled and interrupted him: “You can only ask one question, this is the privilege of the elder.”

Xiong San Si very calmly accepted this outcome, only saying: “Then at least I knew this new rule.”

“It’s time for my questioning again.” He Hua Ting looked at him dangerously. Xiong San Si just gazed back at him without waves. He had to consider the remaining means on these young sky demon seeds, and also had to accommodate his own weak body state… this targeted question and answer game was not such a clever design. Just like this current human-demon-demon integrated guy, he was almost smartly touching the truth. He Hua Ting had to consider how many safe questioning rounds he still had left… not even one could be wasted. He had waited too long!

He had waited so long that his body was already exhausted, that extremely tormenting dry feeling had tormented him for unknown years and months. Because time in this stagnant Yuan Xi 3922 year’s Shenxiao world already has no meaning, so this torment can almost be said to be eternal. He endured for so long to endure to the first opportunity, perhaps also the last opportunity. He only needed to succeed once, as long as a little life force could ignite his body, these young little demons would naturally be extinguished with a breath.

But for Xiong San Si’s next questioning, could it ensure triggering the answer rules he set? In his peak state that year, he was a cultivator skilled at manipulating ‘hostility’. Now he also put this ability into the question and answer game. As long as the answerer’s answer aroused the hostility of most participants present, they would immediately be driven into Not Old Spring—that was naturally meat on the chopping board. No one in the world knows how to utilize Not Old Spring better than him.

So he would dig into the answerer’s deepest, darkest, most unspeakable secrets. Of course, he couldn’t penetrate every participant’s heart, and he couldn’t accurately know what those secrets were. He could only make a rough judgment through his vision as a former top chess player. This process was like gambling on stones, the difference being that he could indeed see the jade color, it was just a matter of whether the knife cut just right.

His answer just now had actually already triggered the hidden answer rules. He used his only exemption authority as the game creator to exempt the punishment. Then he deliberately put on an unaffected posture to mislead the group of little demons in front. Let them distance themselves further from the truth. This was of course not a fair game, he had strived for a very big advantage for himself. This was also the gift of enduring torment for a long time.

Long trapped in this time segment, with Not Old Spring as a mirror, gazing at his own already lingering self, withering bit by bit. He once had countless wonderful setups, but limited by the dissipation of strength, he could only repeatedly actively reduce them… repeatedly restructure. A clever woman cannot cook without rice, but he had to fill his belly with air.

But could these advantages certainly help him win the game? After a brief gaze, He Hua Ting finally shifted his gaze. Yang Yu, Shu Jia Lan, Zhu Lan Ruo… each was self-endangering. But he skipped all of them. His gaze patrolled for a while, finally stopping on Chai A Si’s body: “Junior, thinking it over and over, you are still the most obedient. Now I will ask you a question.”

Chai A Si was stunned. The great ancient god said that the little demon who might need to cross this river shortly after was unexpectedly Chai A Si himself!

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