As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 849: Chapter 268: The No.1 Enforcer of Temple God Clashes with the 3rd Crown Prince, Snacks Prepared by the Boss for Xi Xi [Request for Monthly Ticket]_4

Many powerful figures from prominent factions seemed to notice something peculiar.

They thought of that little girl who defiantly declared she would use her talent to suppress all the so-called Divine Children favored by fate.

In their hearts, many couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unease.

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The Spring Rain grew heavier, cascading down in torrents, drumming against the black tiles of the octagonal, multistory Treasure Tower at the Qintian Observatory, creating a misty haze, as though cloaking the entire building in a layer of white gauze.

Atop the high tower, leaning against the railing.

The gentle spring breeze wafted through the corridors, tilting the rising steam from the boiling water on the charcoal stove.

Rainwater gathered into a curtain, pouring in rhythmic beads from the edge of the Treasure Tower’s overhanging eaves.

Supervisor Hong Shifu of the Dao City Qintian Observatory sat cross-legged on a chair, with a black wooden chessboard laid out before him. It was clearly a new board—his previous game with Lv Taibai had split the last one in half, and it now lay discarded in the corner.

Suddenly.

The dense weave of the rain curtain was forcibly torn apart.

A rotund and prosperous figure, beaming with a radiant smile, pulsing with vibrant qi-blood, tore through the rain curtain beneath the eaves of the Qintian Observatory. Clad in luxurious silk robes, the figure hovered in the air.

“Supervisor, might I have the honor of challenging you to a game?”

Daoist Master Yue Huanglong asked with a mischievous grin.

“If you’re going to play, then play. Spare me the insincere smile—after all these years, who doesn’t know who?”

The Supervisor shook his head, tidying up the chess pieces on the board and sighing, as though resigned to the fact that another chessboard would soon meet its demise.

Yue Huanglong found a spot and sat down. The faint aroma of sandalwood filled the air as his chubby fingers pinched a white chess piece and placed it on the chessboard’s stellar position.

Supervisor Hong Shifu likewise picked up a piece and placed it on the board.

Plop. Plop…

Inside the tower, it was so quiet that the subtle sound of chess pieces landing on the board echoed faintly.

The Supervisor squinted, placed his black piece, and captured one of Yue Huanglong’s white pieces.

Yue Huanglong, still smiling, picked up another piece and countered by capturing one of the Supervisor’s pieces.

“Supervisor, isn’t the Qintian Observatory sending a Divine Child to compete this time?”

“The Taibai Sect Master is recruiting a Direct Disciple… it’s nothing short of a grand selection for the next heir to the Qian Yuan Divine Sect.”

“Even the Small Cave Heaven within the Qiankun Dao Yun Plaque has been opened…”

Yue Huanglong remarked with a smile.

The old Supervisor’s face grew solemn as he placed a chess piece, squinting, “Compete for what? Dao City Qintian Observatory… we don’t have any promising candidates.”

“And there’s no need to compete. If Lv Taibai chooses on his own, at least you could argue ‘no discriminations in teaching,’ but that guy’s sword has never cared for rules…”

Supervisor Hong Shifu fixed his gaze on Yue Huanglong’s pudgy fingers as they plucked a swath of his chess pieces from the board, his face twitching slightly, briefly tempted to pick up the chessboard and smash it into Yue Huanglong’s insufferably fake smile.

Eating his chess pieces with that cheerful grin.

Smiling, my ass!

“Oh? Surely you wouldn’t want the position of Qian Yuan Divine Sect’s Young Sect Master to fall into the hands of an Alien Race?”

Yue Huanglong placed another piece, aiming to sever the Supervisor’s mighty dragon formation.

Damn it!

The old Supervisor Hong Shifu felt the chessboard summoning his hand with violent vindication.

“That little loach? Worthy?”

The old Supervisor sneered.

“Oh?”

Yue Huanglong’s pudgy fingers dropped a chess piece onto the board, deliberately making a bad move, allowing the Supervisor’s dragon to revive.

Then he asked, “May I ask… who does the Supervisor favor?”

The Supervisor glanced at the bad move, stroked his beard with a smile, and loosened his grip on the chessboard.

“Gongshu Wentian? Gu He? Xuan Yue? Or… Lv Qingxuan?”

Yue Huanglong inquired.

“Gongshu Wentian? That arrogant tofu-hearted lad from the Gongshu family?”