The old thief from Daoxian Sect murmured with a pale face, "We've lost! I should have believed..."

"I haven't lost!" Jiang Chuanbing roared. "I was just careless for a moment. Again, again..."

After Jiang Chuanbing shouted "again" twice, black and white pieces appeared on the chessboard once more.

Old Liu sneered and shook his head. "He's lost again! A chess player who loses his composure can only lose more and more. Just now, his chess moves still had some sharpness, but now he's already hesitating. If he continues like this, he'll lose again before long."

Soon after, Jiang Chuanbing, with bloodshot eyes, slammed the chess piece onto the table, "I lost this game, again!"

A sinister laugh of ghosts and gods immediately echoed through the mountains and forests, and the mist that had gathered in the mountains rolled down again, completely surrounding the Eight and a Half Rooms.

Chaos immediately erupted outside the Eight and a Half Rooms, but Jiang Chuanbing seemed deaf to the screams outside, his hands constantly pounding on the chessboard, "Start the game, start the game..."

Jiang Jiuyuan waved his hand and slapped him in the face, "Shut up! Can you win? How many more people do you want to kill?"

Jiang Chuanbing roared with bloodshot eyes, "You dare insult my chess path! Insulting my chess path is insulting me! I..."

Jiang Chuanbing's figure burst up, but he was stopped—the one who made the move was Jia Yixiao, whom I had met once in Beishui Town.

Jia Yixiao said in a deep voice, "Don't play anymore, you can't win!"

"No... I can win!" Jiang Chuanbing said sharply, "One more game! I can win with just one more game."

With a sigh, Jia Yixiao tapped his acupoints, ordered his men to drag him aside, and turned to the entrance of the village, cupping his hands, "Master Liu, I know you can hear me."

"I ask Master to break this ghost chess game."

Old Liu said to the mirror, "I can make a move, but I want sixty years of life."

Jia Yixiao frowned slightly, "This, I'm afraid I can't agree to Master Liu. How about you change the condition!"

Old Liu said coldly, "I only want lifespan, and it has to be a full lifespan. If you want to change the condition, then change someone else to play chess!"

Jia Yixiao responded, "As far as I know, Liangjie Tang came to Yunyin Village just for a Di Hun (Earth Soul). How about we capture that Di Hun for you?"

Old Liu laughed, "We capture the Di Hun just to exchange it for lifespan. Since Wu Sheng (No Birth) has plenty of lifespan, why should I go the long way?"

"Sixty years of lifespan, paid in full, and the losses must be calculated. Other than that, there's no negotiation."

Jia Yixiao hesitated for a moment before saying, "Wait, let me think about it!"

Old Liu laughed, "You better not talk about forcibly seizing lifespan. We only want the lifespan of Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren (Yang Realm Life Borrowers). We, Liangjie Tang, can't afford the karma of seizing lifespan!"

The lifespan between Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren can be transferred to each other as bargaining chips without incurring karma.

Forcibly seizing the lifespan of ordinary people will inevitably not be tolerated by the underworld, and will be burdened with karma. Old Liu would naturally not do such a stupid thing!

Jiang Chuanbing roared, "Senior Brother, what are we afraid of him for? He wants lifespan, I won't give him a single day. Believe me, I can definitely win if I play another game."

Jia Yixiao really couldn't stand Jiang Chuanbing's noise, so he raised his hand and sealed his dumb acupoint.

Old Liu laughed, "Wu Sheng wants that blood chess piece, right? You know very well that giving us sixty years of lifespan means that the Reincarnation Department, the civil official faction, will lose their trump card to restrict our boss. So, you don't want to offend the Reincarnation Department, and you don't want to offend the underworld civil officials even more."

"However, I have to ask you one question: Don't you want the blood chess piece?"

"It's easy to escape in Yunyin Village, but it's difficult to get the blood chess piece!"

Jia Yixiao raised his head and closed his eyes tightly, "Master Liu, I want to ask you a question. Have you been plotting against Wu Sheng from the start? Your goal was not the Di Hun of the Thief Sect, but the lifespan of our Wu Sheng, is that right?"

"Hahahaha..." Old Liu laughed, "You think too highly of me. If your master Yu Qingzhu made the plan, could he do the same?"

Jia Yixiao cupped his hands again, "Junior is convinced! Junior can sign a contract on behalf of Wu Sheng!"

"Very good!" Old Liu laughed, "I heard that Yu Qingzhu's tea art is unique. How much of the true inheritance have you obtained?"

Jia Yixiao smiled bitterly, "Junior will brew good tea to welcome senior."

While Jia Yixiao was speaking, he really had his men take out a teapot from the Eight Rooms.

For this teapot, Wu Sheng continuously paid the price of several lives. In the end, the Wu Sheng Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren who rushed back to the half room was covered in blood, holding the teapot tightly in his hands.

No matter how particular Jianghu people are, they wouldn't carry tea sets around, let alone boil water and brew tea regardless of the occasion.

Old Liu's so-called brewing tea was just to see Jia Yixiao's attitude. Even if the pot didn't contain water, just burning an empty pot with fire would count as him brewing tea to entertain guests.

As long as Jia Yixiao took out the teapot, his Dao heart would be broken. From then on, Old Liu would become his lifelong nightmare, and he wouldn't even be able to muster the courage to fight Old Liu.

Moreover, what Old Liu wanted to break was not just Jia Yixiao's Dao heart alone.

His next target was Jiang Chuanbing.