Chapter 81: The Game of Go (Black and White Chess)
"Understood?"
Deng Chanyu nodded, although whether she truly understood or not, Nezha couldn’t tell. He pressed against the iron wall before them, but it remained immovable.
The girl beside him spoke again, "My father said similar things. He always scolded his generals, calling them fools. Talking reason to them with words never worked as well as a clear explanation with a whip."
Speaking of fools, Nezha thought of ’Little Piggy’ back at home. Lu Zhu’er wasn’t actually a pig; she was beautiful, smart, and her talent in cultivation was perhaps multitudes better than Deng Chanyu’s before him.
Seeing Nezha silent, Deng Chanyu thought he was worried and patted his shoulder, feigning a mature and steady demeanor to comfort him, "Don’t worry, although I’m not a cultivator, I’m fiercer than anyone when it comes to fighting. If there’s any danger, I’ve got your back."
As soon as she finished speaking, Nezha sighed upon hearing faint voices nearby, grabbed Deng Chanyu’s hand, and said, "You’d better not be jinxing us," then started walking along a lit path by the iron wall.
It was crucial to strike first rather than foolishly clash directly with the opponent.
Continuing to the right, they saw an iron door with a round table in front of it. Carved on the table was a square chessboard with black and white pieces interspersed.
Below the chessboard were three words, identical to those on the iron wall, utterly incomprehensible. Deng Chanyu sighed, "It’s Demon Clan Divine Text; who learns such things anyway."
Nezha picked up a black chess piece lying idle by the table. It was warm to the touch, made from the same material as the black sand on the ground outside, saying, "There are only two pieces left, one black and one white. Perhaps if placed correctly, this door will open."