Chapter 128: Breaking the Situation

Shaolin Temple, the pinnacle of the martial arts world, became a notorious place known to everyone in the martial arts world overnight!
On this day…
Over fifty gangs, large and small, along with various families, teams, and unions, engaged in the most brutal battle since the beginning of the martial arts world in Shaolin Temple.
Tens of thousands of Shaolin disciples were also drawn into the chaos; corpses stretched from the foot of Shaoshi Mountain all the way to the top, right up to the Great Hero Hall of Shaolin Temple. Tens of thousands lost their lives, swords and blades were broken, and blood flowed like rivers. Yet still, more players flocked there, desperate for possession of the final treasure box. They longed to become heroes like Duan Yu or Xiao Feng, slashing through the crowd to seize the treasure.
Unfortunately…
There were no Duan Yu or Xiao Feng here—only players at roughly the same level, competing in determination, ferocity, endurance, and numbers.
However!
The violence outside Shaolin Temple was soon overshadowed by another horrific massacre miles away. Nearly a thousand players followed another treasure box to a small temple at the mountain’s peak and clashed with an NPC monk. The monk used his powerful Buddhist technique, the “Roar of the Lion,” to kill many of them.
After killing thousands of players, the NPC monk entered a killing frenzy—anyone who approached within 100 meters of the temple was killed without hesitation…
On one side, there was infighting among players; on the other, battles between NPCs and players. Naturally, the latter attracted more attention.
Especially after learning that the NPC monk could use the “Roar of the Lion” to kill people on a large scale, many players expressed their opinions online, speculating that the monk’s internal energy level was far beyond what was known so far, possibly even comparable to the “Lion King Xie Xun” in martial arts novels.
“…”
After having lunch, Happy returned to his dormitory and held his breath, watching the entire massacre outside the temple. Only then did he put down his mouse, filled with both shock and excitement.
He was shocked that someone could find him in such a hidden place as the temple, and that it was completely surrounded. He was excited because the monk had indeed lived up to his expectations—standing alone as an impenetrable barrier, he killed thousands of players outside the temple, ensuring no one could enter and disturb his game of chess with Master Xuan Kong.
“Happy!”
Bai Lang entered the dormitory, looking tired but energetic. Seeing Happy at the computer desk, his eyes lit up:
“You’re here. Great, I need to discuss something with you.”
“What?”
Happy had a rough idea of what Bai Lang wanted to say.

These days, the lonely three wolves have been running around the campus and online, vigorously promoting the establishment of Caiyi Gate and actively recruiting various experts from the campus, mostly to discuss this matter.
“Caiyi Gate has been established. Fengwu Caiyi is the leader, and Yucha and Xiaoputi are the deputy leaders. They want me to contact you and ask you to serve as an honorary elder, with power second only to the leader.”
“Oh.”
After saying that cheerfully, there was no further response, which gradually made Bai Lang, who had been excited, feel frustrated. “Damn, say something! Don’t you know how popular you are on campus now? Everyone there is waiting for you to join. Many have said that as long as you come in, they’ll immediately submit their applications.”
“There’s no need to rush establishing the gang. First, we need to finalize the rules.”
Kai Xin said in a calm tone, “I have no problem. I can join at any time.”
“That’s good. I’ll call Caiyi later and ask her to send you an invitation.”
Hearing this, Bai Lang immediately felt relieved. He glanced at the computer and frowned. “Shaolin monks? Lion Roar? When did that happen?” Saying that, he sat down next to Kai Xin, seemingly realizing this news only then.
“Just now.”
“Who? So arrogant, letting an NPC guard for them?”
The content of the post was clear at a glance. As Bai Lang read it, his face showed shock. “He killed over a thousand people without fighting, just watching from the sidelines.”
Kai Xin looked at him without saying anything.
He really wanted to explain, but thinking about the urgency of the task, he feared it would only arouse more questions and curiosity in Bai Lang, so he swallowed the words he was about to say.
“Bai Lang.”
“Hmm?” Turning his head, Bai Lang saw Kai Xin’s somewhat serious expression and was momentarily stunned. “What’s wrong?”
“Tell Fengwu Caiyi to keep her people in check and not get involved in the conflict at Shaolin Temple.”
Kai Xin remembered that in his past life, many familiar faces were involved in matters at Shaolin Temple. Now that this had happened, there was no reason for them not to get involved, and that was exactly what he was worried about.
“Why?”
“There’s only one brocade box, so only one person can get it. That person must either have outstanding strength or a remarkable background. Caiyi Gate is still new, and its strength isn’t enough. We can’t let it fall apart.”
“Understood.”
Bai Lang nodded. “I’ll call her later to remind her.”
After a pause, he asked, “By the way, how’s your training going? What level have you reached in the advanced martial arts you learned from the martial arts tournament?”
“The ninth level.”

Bai Lang’s eyes lit up. “Great job!” he said, slapping Happy on the shoulder. “I’ve heard that so far, only a few people have reached the master level in supreme martial arts. The best are at level nine or ten… Keep it up! Aim to become a master soon. By then, Nanhua can’t help but become famous!”
After saying that, Bai Lang used both hands and feet to lift Happy onto the upper bunk, urging him to return to the game and continue practicing and leveling up. He seemed worried that any delay might let others take the lead.
Happy smiled bitterly. Under Bai Lang’s insistence, he reluctantly put on his helmet and entered the game.
Back in the small temple, Master Xuan Kong’s room, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Master Xuan Kong, with his eyes lowered and a kind expression, as well as the chessboard in front of him.
The black dragon attacking the white tiger…
It was already at the ninth move.
Just one more move remained—the moment when the white tiger would be buried in the black dragon’s belly.
This was also the move that troubled Happy the most.
He wanted to delay things until the Emperor’s birthday, when no action could be taken…
Lost in the celestial diagram of the black dragon devouring the tiger, Happy did nothing but quietly twist a white chess piece, watching the white tiger struggling to survive under the black dragon’s claws. His expression remained calm, his heart as still as an ancient well, letting time pass slowly.
Waiting for time to pass was the hardest part.
Happy couldn’t sit still here for a whole day, so he came up with a plan: to study the black pieces’ moves…
This time, although he might still fail, if he could figure out the mysteries of the Zhenlong chess game, maybe he could invite the three lonely wolves to give it a try.
With this idea, Happy reviewed the pattern of the celestial diagram in his mind again and again…
Once…
Twice…
Three times…
Repeating the calculations endlessly.
His speed gradually increased as he became more familiar with the moves.
After what seemed like a long time, Happy, who had been sitting quietly across from Master Xuan Kong, suddenly jolted. His hand holding the chess piece pulled back sharply, and he opened his eyes in disbelief.
The Zhenlong chess game…
“I see!!!”