Devil Heart! Sun Liang!

"Young Master Sun, this is so unfair!" Jiang Chuchu's voice echoed through the chilly night air, her delicate pout forming her adorable protest.

Seated gracefully on a simple wooden stool perched on the uneven, rocky surface of the cliff, Jiang Chuchu's presence was both captivating and enchanting.

Her long, silky brown hair was elegantly braided, cascading down her back like a waterfall in autumn.

Her eyes, bright and glassy, shimmered with playful indignation as she tapped her slender legs together.

Her ample bosom, adorned in an exquisite robe, rose and fell with each breath, creating a mesmerizing rhythm that almost obscured her view of the chessboard before her.

The wooden table between them bore the rythem of their intense game.

On the opposite side sat Sun Liang, exuding an aura of regal allure.

His long, raven-black hair flowed like a river of night, accentuating the sharp, mysterious mark on his forehead.

This central lotus flower, with its intricately designed petals, was encircled by artistically interwoven chains, as if binding the essence of his power.

The mark's subtle shade of dark red hinted at the blood of his his enemies.

Sun Liang's eyes, keen and brimming with wisdom, remained fixed on the chessboard.

His hand moved a piece with deliberate precision, his smile as subtle as a whispering breeze.

His voice, deep and ethereal, resonated through the crisp night air.

He was dressed in a luxurious robe of midnight blue silk, adorned with intricate golden embroidery that depicted serpant and celestial patterns.

The robe's wide sleeves and flowing fabric added to his majestic presence, making him appear both otherworldly and commanding.

"In war, there is no unfairness, Chuchu."

"Humph!" Jiang Chuchu huffed, her large breasts swaying gently with the motion.

Her robe, a masterpiece of elegance, clung to her waist, the silk sleeves adorned with a delicate orange hue that highlighted her wide hips, while the rest of the fabric shimmered in pure white.

"It's just a game, Young Master. Can't you let me win?" she protested with flushed cheeks, her tone a blend of frustration and coquettish charm.

Sun Liang merely shook his head, 'This girl...' he mused, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

A cold wind rustled through the trees and over the cliff's edge, sending a shiver down her spines.

They sat in the open, with the entrance of a hidden mountain cave visible several kilometers away on the opposite peak.

Crack...

Snap...

The eerie stillness was broken by the crack of twigs and the sound of hurried footsteps.

"He is finally here..."

Both players halted, Sun Liang's hand pausing mid-move as his eyes followed the fleeing figure, a small smile forming on his lips.

"So he is ...Su Xiaobai? So weak." Jiang Chuchu's large, expressive eyes blinked in surprise as she watched the man escape.

Hesitation flickered across her features as she glanced at Sun Liang, her thoughts clouded with confusion.

'Is Young Master not going to act?' she wondered, her lips, a delicate shade of pink, parting slightly in contemplation.

Her expression turned from cute to seductive, a sultry mist shimmering in her gaze. 'How can Young Master remain so calm around me? It's unfair!' she thought, frustration bubbling within her.

Despite her provocations, Sun Liang remained as unmoving as stone.

Even if she were to shed her garments, his gaze would remain steady, without any tremor.

Feeling a surge of infuriation, Jiang Chuchu squeezed her chest,"Young Master, he is gone! Didn't you want to kill him?" she exclaimed.

Puff...

Sun Liang extended his hand and gently patted Jiang Chuchu's head, causing her face to flush a deep crimson like a ripe tomato.

"Mmmmm...." She immediately lowered her head, stunned and embarrassed.

His voice carried a hint of disappointment, "Chuchu, you are still too naive... Have you heard about the Venerable Jiandao Sharen?"

"Eh? Who is that, young master? I've never heard of it," Jiang Chuchu replied, her eyes wide with confusion.

Undeterred, Sun Liang continued his moves, one after another.

At first, Jiang Chuchu was winning, her confidence growing with each successful play, a smile spreading across her face.

Sun Liang repositioned his rook, putting pressure on her knight.

Jiang Chuchu, sensing an opportunity, advanced her bishop, attacking his queen.

Sun Liang calmly retreated his queen, positioning it strategically behind his pawn line.

"You're cornered now," Jiang Chuchu said, moving her rook to the seventh rank, eyeing Sun Liang's exposed pawns.

Sun Liang, unflustered, pushed a pawn forward, threatening her bishop.

She captured the pawn, not noticing his knight creeping closer to her king's defense.

With a subtle move, Sun Liang pinned her knight against her queen using his bishop.

Jiang Chuchu, focused on capturing his rook, didn't notice the trap being set.

She moved her rook, capturing his pawn, thinking she was gaining the upper hand.

"Check," Sun Liang announced calmly, moving his queen into position.

Jiang Chuchu's smile faded as she realized her king was now in danger.

She quickly moved her king to safety, but Sun Liang's pieces were already in place for the final strike.

"Check," Sun Liang said again, moving his knight to threaten her king.

Jiang Chuchu moved her king again, but each move left her more vulnerable.

Sun Liang's pieces closed in, coordinating their attack.

Jiang Chuchu tried to create an escape route for her king, moving her rook to defend.

But Sun Liang anticipated her every move.

He sacrificed his bishop, forcing her queen to capture it. "Why would you do that?" she wondered aloud, perplexed.

Sun Liang smiled softly, moving his knight into place. "Check," he said.

Jiang Chuchu was forced to move her king again.

Each of her moves now seemed to only delay the inevitable.

With a final decisive movement, Sun Liang placed his rook in position, cutting off her king's escape routes.

"Checkmate," he said calmly.

Jiang Chuchu stared at the board, realizing too late that by capturing his bishop, she had fallen into his trap.

Her king was surrounded, with no escape.

Jiang Chuchu sighed in defeat, her head hanging low with disappointment. "I see now, young master... You borrowed my own moves to manipulate my defeat," she admitted.

Sun Liang nodded, his eyes deep and enigmatic. "That is the wisdom of the venerable Jiandao Sharen, 'borrowing a knife to kill.' One should not stain their own hands in the river of blood."

"Hmmmmm... You have become so mysterious, young master! I can't see through you!" Jiang Chuchu said, swinging her legs.

Despite her defeat, there was no trace of sadness in her eyes, only deep respect as she glanced at Sun Liang.

His profound gaze seemed to promise invincibility, a master who could conquer any game, any war.

Sun Liang remained silent. Since he had awakened his Devil heart, Jiang Chuchu felt the young master had transformed, becoming almost another person entirely.

Previously, he had been consumed by cultivation and indulgence.

But over the past fifty years, after awakening the Devil heart, Sun Liang's achievements and reputation in the Sun Dynasty had become unparalleled.

From forcing Goddess Xue into submission to persuading his own father, the Immortal Emperor, to emerge from seclusion, it seemed the White Cloud Star would soon have a new ruler.

The Immortal Emperor, once thought to have no desire to pass on his throne, had surprisingly announced Sun Liang as crown prince and relinquished all his authority—something Jiang Chuchu never imagined would happen.

It was truly magical!

Whoosh!

Sun Liang suddenly stood up, leaving Jiang Chuchu confused. "Uhhh... No more games?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Sun Liang shook his head lightly, his thoughts veiled in mystery. 'It's time to use the pawns...' he thought inwardly, a plan forming in his mind.

Jiang Chuchu shrugged, but with a wave of her hand, the table and chessboard disappeared.

Despite her childish behavior, it was clear to anyone watching that she was a powerful expert, her abilities second to none in her age.

"Young master," Jiang Chuchu called out, her tone now more serious, "What is our next move?"

Sun Liang's gaze turned distant, as if he were peering into the very fabric of the universe. "The dragon is going to fall from its grace..."