Chapter 138: Progress in the Chess Match! (1/2)
These were matters that were deeply etched in Wang Chong’s mind.
These were the deepest regrets Wang Chong felt after he became the Grand Marshal of the Central Plains. Due to the lack of these ultimate arts, the fight to save Central Plains became exceptionally difficult.
Until his death, Wang Chong was unable to surpass his limit to reach that legendary level!
Thus, in this life, Wang Chong strongly desired to obtain these ultimate techniques that would become lost in the near future.
It was for him, as well for these ultimate techniques.
Thus, the old man who possessed the 《Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art》 had always been an important figure on Wang Chong’s list.
However, it was a pity that this old man was too elusive and mysterious.
Even that young man back then also didn’t know much about his mysterious and powerful demonic arts teacher, only knowing that he was addressed as ‘Demonic Emperor Old Man’. Given how big the capital was, how would Wang Chong know when he would be backstabbed and where he would appear?
Thus, Wang Chong could only request for Wei Hao’s help.
“There’s no need to rush this matter. You just have to take note of the matter for me and inform me if there’s any bizarre old men.”
Wang Chong knew that he had given the other party too little details, and his actions were no different from searching for a needle in a haystack. To hope to find the Demonic Emperor Old Man through such minor details was nigh impossible, even with the connections of the Wei Clan.
Circling around the capital with Wei Hao, Wang Chong noticed that Wei Hao had done a good job with the Charity Hall. There were many people at the door, and inside, there were clothes, food, drink, as well as a place to rest… The facilities were rather complete.
There were experts in the Wei Clan that dealt with such matters, so it was much better to leave it to them.
“I will have Shen Hai prepare another fifty thousand gold taels, so open up a few more Charity Halls. You should also open a few in the other regions outside of the capital as well. Also, help me continue taking note of the old man I spoke of! Inform me once you get any news.”
“Alright!”
Wei Hao agreed readily.
After chatting for a moment with Wei Hao, Wang Chong let Wei Hao down before slowly walking to the Ghost Tree District. Thinking about it now, given that he had spent the past month cultivating on the spirit vein in the mountains, it had been awhile since he was last here.
“Big brother!”
Except for a young child squatting beneath the Chinese scholar tree, there was nearly no one in the surroundings. Upon seeing Wang Chong, he hurriedly stood up. His eyes lit up, and his face flushed with excitement.
“Little fellow, you’re still here!”
Wang Chong patted his head with a smile as he casually passed a candied haw stick which he bought off a roadside merchant to him.
“Big brother, why have you been gone for so long? Grandfather has asked about you several times, and he thought that you weren’t coming back!”
The child named ‘Jianjian’ said.
Even though the other party didn’t mean anything by it, Wang Chong’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat upon hearing that the grandfather Jianjian spoke of had asked about him.
It was the first time Wang Chong was hearing news on ‘that person’. Without a doubt, his performance on the chessboard had won him the attention of the other party.
“Don’t worry, how could big brother not come? I just happened to go on a trip to a distant land.”
Wang Chong smiled.
“Then will big brother go on another trip to a distant land?”
“Probably not.”
Wang Chong replied. The opening of the Three Great Training Camps was a huge affair, and it would affect his entire future. In comparison to that, raising his cultivation by a tier or two at the spirit vein didn’t mean much.
In any case, he had all the time to go there in the future.
“Great!”
The little child’s thoughts were shallow, and upon hearing that Wang Chong wouldn’t go on ‘trips to a distant land’ anymore, he immediately leaped in joy. As he exclaimed delightfully, his chubby hands reached into a stone jar and took out a black stone.
“Big brother, here is your stone.”
Wang Chong smiled. Grabbing the black stone tightly in his hands, he examined the chessboard. The first time Wang Chong was here, it was still a small skirmish between both sides. There were only slightly more than twenty stones on the chessboard then.
But now, the entire chessboard was densely filled with several dozens of black and white stones.
With just a single glance, Wang Chong could tell that the white stone was at a definite disadvantage.
“It isn’t too far away before the white loses!”
Wang Chong smiled. Even though Su Zhengchen possessed unparalleled martial arts and was proclaimed as a war god, in terms of military stratagem, the other party wasn’t a match for him at all.
The wars that Wang Chong led his army through in his previous life was definitely more than that of Su Zhengchen. Furthermore, before his transcension into this world, Wang Chong was already an internationally renowned ‘War Saint’ in a war strategy game.
Most probably, there wasn’t a single person in this world who could match up to him in military stratagems.
“The white will have to admit defeat in a few more days’ time.”
Wang Chong smiled.
His line of thoughts in chess was very different from the others. From the very first day, he was already laying out a trap for the other party. Su Zhengchen most probably thought that Wang Chong was only in a slight advantage at the current moment.
But a few days later, when Wang Chong finished building his trap, Su Zhengchen would know that he had lost utterly.
It was more like it for him to challenge him to a martial arts duel. To challenge him to a game of Go? Even if the other party was a war god whom he respected, the other party had truly picked the wrong opponent.
Pah!
Setting these thoughts aside for the moment, Wang Chong made his move cleanly on the golden chessboard.
“There’s one last thing to deal with!”
Leaving the Ghost Tree District, Wang Chong thought of Six-fingered Zhang.