Super Soldier King and Cute CEO
Chapter 811 - 821: Breaking the Game!

Chapter 811: Chapter 821: Breaking the Game!

Li Chuwen ultimately didn’t tell Tang Zhong about Jiang Weiwei’s current physical condition!

Once she said it, Weiwei would undoubtedly feel hurt. After all, no woman would want her beloved to see her in her most unsightly state. Jiang Weiwei was no exception right now.

In the end, Li Chuwen chose to remain silent.

"Tonight, I’ll stay at your house!" Tang Zhong declared.

"You... should leave quickly instead. That Miao Jingtian will never let this go!" Li Chuwen said.

"I know," Tang Zhong replied.

"...You know, and you still won’t leave?" Li Chuwen grew anxious.

"Why would I leave? Besides, I have other matters to attend to here in the Southern Border," Tang Zhong replied.

Suddenly, he recalled General Peng Yuan’s earlier words—that Xuan Country’s soldiers had discovered a Spiritual Spring in the Southern Border. Since he was here now, why not go investigate?

He stepped to the side and dialed Li Linglong’s number. "Hello!"

Li Linglong’s line always connected as long as someone called.

"I need the location of that Spiritual Spring in the Southern Border. Do you know where it is?" Tang Zhong asked directly.

"Of course I know. Wait, you’re in the Southern Border already? You’re really fast!" Li Linglong exclaimed.

"Send me the location," Tang Zhong said.

"Sure, no problem. But we haven’t investigated this location yet—it was General Peng Yuan’s old friend who provided the info. Go check it out!" Li Linglong replied.

"Alright," Tang Zhong agreed.

He hung up quickly. Almost immediately, a map appeared on his phone. It was densely packed with place names, but one glaring red dot stood out—it was undoubtedly the location of the Spiritual Spring.

"I’m heading out for a bit," Tang Zhong informed Li Chuwen.

Then, he followed the red dot on the map displayed on his phone.

The phone, custom-made, seamlessly loaded the map sent by Li Linglong. It auto-generated a navigation route for him. Tang Zhong promptly followed the designated path.

According to the map, the place in question was a forest!

Li Chuwen didn’t stop Tang Zhong as he left. In fact, her greatest hope was for him to leave this place as quickly as possible and never return.

Meanwhile, upon Miao Jingtian’s orders, his men swiftly spread word to other villages about what had transpired in the Miao Village.

"Move out! Outsiders dare come to our Southern Border’s Seventy-Two Villages to run wild? They must be tired of living!"

"I’ll see for myself what kind of person this is!"

"Kill him!"

People from different villages responded quickly upon learning of Miao Jingtian’s plight, and they began mobilizing toward Miao Village.

Miao Jingtian, upon hearing this, clenched his fists tightly. Being beaten today was something he never anticipated, especially by a Martial Arts Grandmaster. However, once the people from the Seventy-Two Villages arrived, everything would be resolved.

Then, additional news trickled in: Tang Zhong had disappeared.

Miao Qing was furious and wanted to go after Tang Zhong. What if that guy escaped?

But Miao Jingtian stopped her. On the off chance that Tang Zhong hadn’t left, going after him prematurely might backfire. They decided to wait until the people from the Seventy-Two Villages fully assembled before dealing with that man again.

Regardless of the chaos boiling in the Southern Border, Tang Zhong remained oblivious.

At this moment, he was focused on finding the Spiritual Spring.

Judging by the map sent by Li Linglong, it seemed that no one from the Dragon Group had been here before. It was likely someone had leaked the news about the Spiritual Spring, and the Dragon Group hadn’t yet verified it. That made it a perfect opportunity for him to investigate.

He darted through the forest like a nimble monkey, moving swiftly between the trees.

Glancing at his phone again, he saw that the red dot was getting closer and closer.

Yet, the towering trees around him didn’t seem to hint at the presence of any Spiritual Spring.

It felt more like a primeval forest—had the Dragon Group made a mistake?

Probably not. After all, the information came from General Peng Yuan’s old friend, so it was unlikely to be false.

At this moment, Tang Zhong spotted some rocks ahead. They looked like artificial rock formations.

This might just be the place!

The trees in the area grew shorter and shorter, and the surroundings began to resemble a human settlement.

Vines bearing purple grapes appeared, hanging from the treetops.

Nearby, there was a stone table.

On the table sat a game of Go, frozen mid-play. It was clearly an unfinished match.

"Is anyone here?" Tang Zhong called out as he glanced around. Surely, this place belonged to a reclusive master. Could it be General Peng Yuan’s old friend?

It seemed possible. Yet, despite calling out several times, no one responded.

Was no one here?

Strange!

Then, Tang Zhong’s eyes fell on the Go board. Acting on instinct, he sat down on the side designated for the challenger.

Inscribed on a nearby stone was a line of text:

"If you wish to see me, you must resolve the game..."

After reading it, Tang Zhong furrowed his brows slightly. Who would’ve thought there’d be something so fascinating here? The one who set up this game was undoubtedly the master of this place.

Alright, then. He’d solve the puzzle first.

But as Tang Zhong scanned the board, he chuckled.

The game was a deadlock—a position where the challenger would inevitably lose regardless of their moves.

They say Go reflects life, and someone capable of navigating life well is bound to play masterful games of Go.

Thus, Tang Zhong discerned the hidden meaning within it all.

At this precise moment, noise erupted from behind him.

Turning his head, Tang Zhong spotted a path not far away. Along it came several people, aiding an elderly man as they ascended slowly.

The outfits worn by the group were richly adorned, suggesting wealth. Yet, something felt off. The elder, in particular, exuded a commanding presence, donning glasses and a Zhongshan suit that gave him an aura of scholarly dignity.

Tang Zhong only needed a glance to sense that the old man was extraordinary.

Extraordinary, in a way that set him apart from the usual elderly folk.

At that moment, on the path—

The elder was assisted upward, step by deliberate step.

Those around him held onto him tightly, treating him as if he were a treasure. In an ordinary family, such an old man might be seen as a burden. But in this family, it was clear the elder held immense authority. Clad in his Zhongshan suit—

"Dad... why are you so insistent on meeting this Grandmaster Yigu?" asked a middle-aged man helping the elder. Like the elder, he too wore glasses.

The elder chuckled faintly. "I wish to resolve my doubts."

"But to resolve doubts, you didn’t need to come all the way out here. This is the Southern Border, and Grandmaster Yigu lives so far away. Is this journey not far too dangerous?" the middle-aged man continued.

"Luowen, for mortals, the greater the peril, the greater the pursuit!" the elder said firmly.

"Dad, both my brother and I think this is too dangerous. If something bad happens to you, the Ji Family would be done for!" said another man, dressed in athletic wear.

"Luowu, I warned both of you before this visit—no speaking out of turn!" the elder’s face darkened.

The two middle-aged men exchanged glances, clearly not daring to defy the elder further. Hastily, they responded, "Dad, we’re just worried about you. Besides, all we know is Grandmaster Yigu resides here, but we don’t know how far he lives!"

"You two should return. I’ll visit him alone," the elder declared.

The two middle-aged men immediately shut their mouths, resigned to merely follow along quietly, unable to sway the elder’s determination to press on.

The elder didn’t say another word. He was singularly focused on moving forward. Meeting Grandmaster Yigu was his final mission—he needed an answer to dispel the doubts in his heart before passing on. Only then could he rest peacefully.

The pair of middle-aged men obediently trailed behind without uttering another word.

Behind them followed a sizable entourage.

The group ascended the mountain in a grand procession.

At this time, their path intersected right where Tang Zhong stood ahead.