Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 1114 - 1094:

There was absolutely no need to discuss the name of the sect, Nine Heavens Pavilion was immediately accepted unanimously.

Afterwards, Qin Nuan began working on the recruitment poster, turning it into something like a job advertisement.

However, Luo Qianqian looked at it disdainfully, can people in this world really understand this recruitment poster?

And what’s with the operation of giving out candy upon registration now? First come, first served, only a hundred pieces available? Is this a supermarket clearance sale or a store celebration?

Why not just say you get a discount coupon upon registration?

The main issue is, except for Feng Xi, none of them have an eye for people.

As a member of the Phoenix Clan, Feng Xi naturally has the secret bloodline heritage technique, which is not for outsiders to know.

Thus, besides Feng Xi, Rashal, who also has an astounding appearance, became the interviewer for the first round, mainly responsible for attracting attention.

And since spots are limited, want to get other slots? Pay up.

Luo Qianqian couldn’t help but feel her brother was just a shrewd businessman, never mentioning what was missing.

As the two with the highest cultivation level, Luo Qianqian and Tang Tianyi were directly thrown under the supervision of Big Black and Little Black, going through a fiery ordeal of cultivation...

Big Black flicked its tongue, and Luo Qianqian immediately focused entirely on cultivation, as her fear of such cold-blooded creatures overwhelmed everything.

She took a deep breath and looked at the pond ahead. If she showed the slightest timidity, she could bet Big Black would slither up to her, leaving her with more psychological trauma.

A thin layer of mist hovered over her palm, easing the soreness in her hand somewhat.

There were no fish or shrimp in the pond, yet somehow, they found black and white chess pieces, and she and Tang Tianyi had to sit on opposite sides of the pond, using soul power and spiritual energy to manipulate the movement of the pieces, playing chess.

The water was crystal clear as if there was no water, thanks to Big Black and Little Black’s efforts, with no mud at the bottom of the pond.

No one knew what the chess pieces were made of, but moving them was even harder than moving fist-sized stones nearby.

Luo Qianqian, adept in water series, didn’t find it too strenuous in water, and Tang Tianyi, aligned with earth, had the pond’s bottom as his domain, so it wasn’t overly difficult for him either.

However, since Luo Qianqian’s conditions were more favorable, she moved first with the black pieces.

The black pieces exuded a chilling aura, making Luo Qianqian feel very comfortable, and her mental strength gradually recovered.

Though their abilities ranked among the top here, they couldn’t compare to some people, like Feng Xi or Tang Guo, and even Big Black and Little Black were beyond their reach.

The water series was gentle, although it didn’t consume spiritual energy as slowly as the earth series, it had certain healing effects, especially in the current environment.

Closing her eyes, she lifted her wrist, and ripples spread from below Luo Qianqian’s wrist as a black piece rose from the pile at the bottom of the pond and landed on the chessboard drawn below.

As ripples spread, Luo Qianqian let out a sigh of relief.

Across the pond, Tang Tianyi also lifted his wrist, firmly looking at the pond. After scanning quickly with his eyes, a white piece was flicked out from the pile, landing precisely on a spot.

Since he couldn’t control water, he used water buoyancy and gravity to make the white piece land where he wanted it to.

Though he had deeper control, his soul power was somewhat lacking, so Luo Qianqian, being herself, naturally tackled it from a control perspective, conserving energy to sustain the game.

In the beginning, the two couldn’t even move the pieces. With Feng Xi’s guidance, they barely learned to move these small stones, never imagining that Big Black and Little Black’s course involved playing chess with them.

It took them three days just to barely grasp the chess rules, exhausting their minds to move pieces and calculating wins and losses.

Tang Tianyi seemed to understand, but she couldn’t; what was the relation between cultivation and chess?

Of course, despite that, Luo Qianqian, overwhelmed by Big Black’s oppression, still obediently complied.

The strength in her soul allowed her to quickly grasp the technique of moving the pieces.

She didn’t hide her method from Tang Tianyi, but due to different alignments, he couldn’t grasp her meaning.

But Tang Tianyi also found a method that suited him.

Step by step, drawing nearer, the board was soon filled with black and white pieces, sweat covering Luo Qianqian’s and Tang Tianyi’s faces, their lifted wrists showing signs of weakness.

Big Black flicked its tongue and coiled around Little Black’s shell, exerting pressure on Luo Qianqian.

But in fact, they were using a unique method of communication.

Big Black: "Bro, do you think they’ll finish this game today?"

Little Black: "Brother, maybe it’s best if they don’t finish, otherwise tomorrow they..."

Big Black: "So that person is the tough one..."

Both pairs of eyes glanced at Tang Guo, who leisurely ate fruit in the tree, shaking their heads simultaneously. He was the darkest one, yet pretended to be a nice guy.

When the last piece fell, Luo Qianqian lay on the ground, panting heavily, regardless of the dirt on the ground or her recently washed clothes.

Big Black and Little Black moved to the shore, glancing over, waving their hands, making dozens of pieces float naturally in the water as if without gravity.

"White wins," Little Black counted the remaining pieces and said in a cold voice.

Luo Qianqian looked at the sky, saying aloud, "You won."

Tang Tianyi, sitting on the opposite bank, looked at Luo Qianqian’s unkempt appearance, the corner of his mouth twitched: "Hmm."

"Next up, two games a day, strive for a fifty-fifty outcome," Big Black’s voice was hoarse, like a voice gone hoarse after a cold.

"Isn’t there anything besides chess?" Luo Qianqian looked devastated.

Playing chess by day and cultivating under the moonlight by night, there’s no free time.

"Music, literature, and physical, but that’s not within our scope," Little Black said slowly, looking at Luo Qianqian, whispering, "Actually, it’s really easy now."

Music??? Couldn’t be sound, must not be that musical music, right?

Literature??? Literature? Or that writing brush and ink kind of literature?

Physical is understandable, isn’t it just sparring, that hiya-ha kind of physical, right?

But... easy? Masters? Do you really think so?

Why hasn’t she felt the slightest bit of ease? Maybe there’s a discrepancy in the comparison?

Day by day, tasks weigh on Luo Qianqian’s mind like a panicked little deer, but as it jumps around, the little deer grows up.

Her initial helplessness gradually turns into remarkable steadiness.

Even though the chess pieces changed a few times, becoming harder to control each time, compared to the initial helplessness, they could now be considered adept through practice.