“Haha…” Zhu Zining laughed heartily, “Of course I don’t doubt you would do that.”

“Since I dare to bet with you, I have ways to make you not dare to act rashly.”

Zhu Zining gently patted the stone table in front of her, “If you want to play chess with the Heavenly Dao, it must be on this table.”

“If I destroy the table, we’ll all go our separate ways. To be fair, we can sign a contract.”

“If you violate the contract, the Heavenly Dao chess game will never open again. Conversely, if I lose, you can sit here and play chess with the Heavenly Dao.”

“I’ve already prepared the contract. You just need to drip blood on it.”

Zhu Zining took out the contract and spread it flat on the table.

I looked at the contract, then at Zhu Zining, “You can create this kind of contract?”

Zhu Zining smiled, “This contract is from the hand of the Nine-tailed Demon Fox Yu Qingzhu. Do you have any other questions?”

Yu Qingzhu?

Yu Qingzhu’s attitude has always been ambiguous. I don't quite understand whether he is helping Zhu Zining or the Art Dao.

To buy my dad and my master some time to consider, I deliberately asked, “He Lingbo agreed to you making this bet with me here?”

“Isn’t she your previous Holy Maiden? Don’t you have to listen to her?”

Zhu Zining smiled, “My biggest weakness is wanting to live.”

“As long as I can live, I’ll do anything.”

“Conversely, whoever doesn’t let me live, I’ll kill them!”

“It’s true that He Lingbo is my senior, but she can no longer order me around.”

“No one will talk about everything I do today. The dead will keep my secret.”

Zhu Zining casually decided the fate of the last elite force of the Reincarnation Division.

I suddenly understood.

Zhu Zining's bet with us was Yu Qingzhu’s arrangement.

Yu Qingzhu took advantage of Zhu Zining’s fear of death, deliberately offering a seemingly win-win solution to protect Zhu Zining’s life. In reality, he was making Zhu Zining reveal the secret of the Heavenly Dao’s life force herself.

Given Zhu Zining’s personality, she wouldn’t tell anyone the secret of the Heavenly Dao’s life force unless she was absolutely sure.

So, the bet between us is real, and the contract Yu Qingzhu gave her is also real.

Only in this way would Zhu Zining let go and fight us.

Even if we lose the bet with Zhu Zining, there is still Yu Qingzhu, who can play chess with the Heavenly Dao in place of Zero.

In this game, my son and I, master and disciple, may lose our lives in the Yin Yang Inn.

But the Art Dao is guaranteed to win.

It’s worth it, at least we can fight for a glimmer of hope for the Art Dao.

I cut my finger and dripped blood on the contract.

Zhu Zining was finally satisfied and said, “Alright, our bet can begin now.”

“The Heavenly Prison has already entered a premature sleep. According to the time calculation, the Heavenly Prison will descend upon Liangjie Mountain (Two Realms Mountain) in about two or three hours.”

Zhu Zining waved her hand outwards, and a light band more than ten meters long and five or six meters wide appeared in the void like a projection.

Zhu Zining said, “Although Mr. Jing is dead, his secret arts can still be used by me. You can see everything on Liangjie Mountain here.”

When I looked at the projection, I couldn’t help but gasp, “This is Liangjie Mountain!”

Legend says that Liangjie Mountain, which cannot be found on a map, is thousands of *ren* high and hundreds of *li* in circumference.

Looking up, the strange peaks reach into the clouds, and the steep cliffs are so precipitous that they resemble pillars supporting the sky, with eagles circling between the sun and the clouds.

Looking down, you can see the deep valleys, the mist-locked streams, and the endless lush forests.

This seems to be a mysterious world where no one has set foot for thousands of years, but it has buried countless bones of warlocks.

Zhu Zining looked up at Liangjie Mountain in the picture, “This is Liangjie Mountain. Doesn’t it look like a landmark separating Yin and Yang, distinguishing between humans and gods?”

“Did you see that road leading straight to the top of the mountain?”

“Countless warlocks stepped on this road to attack the Heavenly Prison.”

“I wonder if the mountain road will be stained red with blood again this time.”

“After the battle of Liangjie Mountain that year, there was a heavy rain, and a mountain torrent broke out. All that rushed down from the mountain was blood and corpses.”

Zhu Zining gestured lightly with her hand, “The bones of those warlocks piled up here to form dams. The tragic scene cannot be described in words.”

“Now, I’m afraid not many people will make such sacrifices.”

Zhu Zining poured herself a cup of tea, “There’s still some time before the Heavenly Prison descends. We still have time to chat.”

“After so many years of grievances, don’t you want to ask something?”

I looked back at my master, Qu Mo. Zhu Zining has always regarded herself as my master's wife. Shouldn’t her love-hate relationship with my master be clarified?

I wanted to help my master ask, but I didn’t know how to start.

Li Chunfeng asked directly, “Who schemed against Qu Mo back then?”

“Nine-tailed Demon Fox Yu Qingzhu,” Zhu Zining said, “Everyone has their own standards for choosing love. I’m not like Zhu Ziyan, who loves only for the sake of love. I only love the strong.”

“Only the wisdom and domineering of the strong will make me infatuated.”

“Qu Mo, with his iron bones and tender heart, is the object of many women’s admiration. Unfortunately, he is not the strongest.”

I said coldly, “Is Yu Qingzhu the strongest then? A strategist fighting a warrior, he may not be able to defeat my master, right?”