I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 213 - 170: The Second Day Without Him, I Want to ~_2

Chapter 213: Chapter 170: The Second Day Without Him, I Want to ~_2

Alas,

It seemed that these things failed to catch their interest.

Upon hearing this, Li Xuan, the 9th rank, once again scrutinized the game seriously. He even took down the sequence of moves recorded next to it and began to replay the game on the board with great concentration.

As he gradually replayed the game in order,

Li Xuan, the 9th rank, noticed more details, those that one couldn’t see with a cursory glance.

The strength of the white pieces was unimaginably strong.

The player with the black pieces not only had the advantage of going first but also did not need to give komi of seven and a half points; most importantly, the player was the world’s top-ranked individual.

Yet under such pressure,

the white pieces remained as steady as an old dog, slaughtering with large and sweeping moves without a hint of panic.

Not only were the opening moves imaginatively invincible and the mid-game fighting skills unparalleled, but the powerful calculating ability during the endgame was also utterly dominating.

Throughout the entire game, Ke Bao, 9th rank, hadn’t acted rashly, yet was indeed overpowered by pure strength, and even with his insight, he couldn’t find any chance.

"Who is this person?"

After finishing replaying the game, Li Xuan, the 9th rank, took a long breath and seriously asked Ke Bao, the 9th rank.

Hadn’t he just sequestered himself away for a week, when had this kind of player appeared in the Go world?

"Here, this is him."

Ke Bao, the 9th rank, pointed to the computer that had been on in front of him all along.

The screen displayed the personal homepage of the online Go Emperor "Go ahead, Hand of Eagle."

It was clear that Ke Bao, the 9th rank, had been keeping track of whether the Go Emperor was online.

"An online Go player?"

"And not an amateur? Nor professional?"

Li Xuan, the 9th rank, looked at the personal profile on the computer screen, which lacked professional certification and amateur rank certification.

It was entirely blank.

This left him somewhat dumbfounded.

What era was this?

Could there really be a master emerging from the common folk?

Most folk legends of masters were just people’s fantasies and fabrications.

Only by becoming a professional could one play against more masters and train intensely in Go every day.

In reality, Go, being an intellectual sport with a rich cultural heritage and a vast popular base, has enthusiasts all over the world, among whom are amateurs with excellent skills. These masters may not have the title of professional players, but through self-learning, online play, and regional competitions, they hone their skills and reach a remarkably high level.

But such so-called masters could at most reach the ceiling of amateur seventh rank, and their strength would only roughly match that of a professional fourth rank.

Go is a game of geniuses.

However, most so-called geniuses eventually find out after striving hard to ascend that they are merely one among the hundred thousand heavenly troops hunting down Sun Wukong.

Among the genius masters of the masses, it was incredibly unlikely that one could emerge to beat the world’s number one.

"Yes, I was outclassed."

"I asked Go Network for the real identity of this person, but they refused to tell me, saying that a leading international law firm had sent a warning letter, forbidding them to casually disclose personal information."

Ke Bao, the 9th rank, said helplessly.

He wanted to find out the real identity of that person as much as anyone else.

But even with his connections, he couldn’t expect a large company to risk legal issues just to divulge personal details to him, right?

"Is that so?"

"Do you think it’s possible... that it’s a new algorithm-using AI being tested by some big company? That’s why they could engage an international legal team?"

"Otherwise, how could it be so incredible?"

Li Xuan, the 9th rank, uttered such a speculation upon hearing this.

And to this, Ke Bao, the 9th rank, looking at Li Xuan, the 9th rank, said, "You’re one of the chess players who understands AI the best. Do you think he really could be an AI?"

Ke Bao, the 9th rank, gazed intently.

Having played several games with the Go Emperor himself, he deeply realized one thing.

And that was... this was chess with emotion!

It didn’t feel heartless like an AI.

In a real game between chess players, one can subtly sense that hidden conversation on the board.

Otherwise, why would Go be called "hand talk"?

"I feel it’s unlikely, but..." Li Xuan, the 9th rank, said, pausing for a moment before changing his wording, "I really want to play a game with him too."

Ke Bao, 9th rank, responded with a slight smile.

He, too, wished to play another game.

There’s a saying, ’A worthy opponent makes the game.’ It’s only interesting to play Go with a true master.

Unfortunately,

The Go Emperor had not been online for more than a day.

Without the Go Emperor the next day, missing him~

As the two were feeling so sentimental,

Shi Liang, ninth rank, just pushed the door open and, seeing the two men looking full of sentiment, couldn’t help but wonder, "Didn’t I ask you to call Ke Bao for dinner? Why haven’t you come out all this time, kid?"

Seeing the game of Go being replayed on the table in front of them,

He rolled his eyes helplessly.

Alright, alright, he knew it must be because of this.

This Go Emperor, truly an alluring presence, has the two top players in the Go institute missing meals over him.

"I know that the Go Emperor is very strong."

"But could you at least have a meal?"

Shi Liang rolled his eyes helplessly and then forcefully dragged the two men out of the room.

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April twelfth, at noon.

After the typhoon, the sky gradually lifted its heavy lead-gray veil, revealing a few timid rays of sunshine.

The air was filled with that particular post-rain freshness and the fragrance of earth, as if Mother Nature, after a night of wild wind and torrential rain, was taking deep breaths.

Several buses from the shelter slowly pulled up at the entrance to the village.

Chen Yun got off the bus with silly dog Bai Jin and Zheng Yuliang.

The villagers on the bus waited until Chen Yun was far away before they moved from silence back to a lively discussion.

Along the way, scattered puddles reflected the mottled light and shadow, and the occasional chirping of birds sounded especially crisp and pleasing.

Some greenery had not been blown down, but many branches and leaves were broken, strewn randomly on the ground.

Apart from that, there were some areas of disarray, but since officials had cleaned up in the morning, the road conditions weren’t too terrible.

When the two got to Zheng Yuliang’s house,

It was evident the typhoon hadn’t done much damage to his home.

The little house stood quietly, like a weathered but resilient elder. Its tiles were intact, only a few had been swept away by the fierce winds; although the walls were washed cleaner by the rain, they showed no sign of cracks or seepage.

The doors and windows, tightly shut, had withstood the ravaging of the typhoon, still solid and reliable, just with a few sparkling water droplets twinkling on the windowpanes.

Clearly, there was hardly any need for additional cleanup.

When they opened the door, they confirmed that indeed no extra tidying was required; everything inside the room was as clean as new.

Seeing this, Zheng Yuliang breathed a sigh of relief and went to check for any detailed areas that needed attention.

Chen Yun, on the other hand, went to his room to change into a set of fresh clothes, taking off the volunteer-provided garments and setting them aside neatly.

Then, he placed his suitcase in his room and let Bai Jin, who had been confined for a long time, out.

Next, he casually closed the door, and while using telekinesis to control the purple sandalwood Flying Sword hanging on Bai Jin’s neck to fly around and tease him,

He lay back in the chair and turned on his computer.

He turned on the computer mainly for two things.

Firstly, he planned to do some online shopping for more shoes.

Looking at the soggy shoes he had left to dry at the door the previous night, when he had brought Zheng Yuliang back with him and incidentally taken his phone and a bag of dog food,

Chen Yun realized that shoes would become a necessity for him.

Force exerted is mutual, and without a biological force field, he would likely have to frequently step through shoes in the future.

After all, no shoe could withstand his increasingly strong power.

Though he could go without shoes since they provided neither a bit of defense nor warmth, two functionalities he didn’t need at all,

In human society,

It’s still more inconspicuous to wear shoes properly.

Though he could influence emotions, he didn’t want to frequently use this powerful ability because of how odd others might find him.

He just wanted to quietly explore himself and gradually become that supreme being capable of surpassing everything!