Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood

Chapter 547: Chapter 261: The True Intentions of the Carefree Monk?_2

Defiant, the Carefree Monk was certainly not willing to concede.

He wanted to defeat Luo Changfeng in the realm of Go.

He wanted to grind Luo Changfeng under his feet with all his might.

He wanted to show Luo Changfeng what true skill in Go really meant.

However, wanting that was one thing.

The reality was that he was consistently on the losing end.

Now, having the chance to continue sparring with Luo Changfeng over a few rounds of Go,

such an opportunity was not something the Carefree Monk could easily let slip by.

“Come.”

“This time, I’ll take the black stones, and you take the white.”

“Let’s see, who will come out the ultimate winner.”

“Of course, don’t even consider taking it easy on me.”

“During this time, my skill in Go has improved greatly.”

“If you’re distracted by other thoughts when facing me,”

“you might just end up losing to me, the Carefree Monk.”

“I don’t want you to come up with all sorts of messy excuses when that happens.”

“So, from this moment on.”

“Play seriously, take it seriously, consider me your lifelong rival.”

As he opened the Go box,

the Carefree Monk naturally threw out a tough boast.

However, Luo Changfeng had already grown accustomed to such behavior.

He had seen this several times before.

Every time, when the Carefree Monk faced him in a game of Go, he would always have such an outburst.

Luo Changfeng wondered if that served any purpose at all.

Could speaking harshly suddenly improve one’s Go skills?

“Rest assured, I will certainly play properly.”

“I just hope you don’t lose too quickly.”

Following Luo Changfeng’s words,

the Go match began.

…

To many, the Go board seems only so large,

and the stones appear to be just a fixed number.

All of these seem so effortless and simple at a glance.

But in reality, it is not quite so.

Many say that Go is like life itself,

and they are not wrong in saying so.

In Go, every single move has countless variations,

requiring deep thought before each step.

If one step is amiss,

it could very likely lead to an utter collapse of the game.

Like Go, life is likewise.

…

Time slips by.

In a blink, some ten minutes have passed.

In the first two or three minutes when the opponents were laying out their strategies,

smiles would occasionally appear on the Carefree Monk’s face.

He seemed to be lost in fantasy,

imagining what he would say after defeating Luo Changfeng.

Should he tease with something like, “Little Luo, you’re not up to par,” or something of the sort?

Or should he comfort Luo Changfeng with kind words?

After all, it’s always been Luo Changfeng who has won at Go.

Knowing Luo Changfeng for so long, the Carefree Monk hadn’t just failed to win, he had never even been in a winning position.

Thus, if he were to win this time,

Luo Changfeng would certainly be somewhat disheartened.

In that case, it wouldn’t be out of the question for him to offer comfort.

But as time ticked away,

and as the match approached four or five minutes,

the usual smile on the Carefree Monk’s face gradually disappeared.

A tinge of worry slowly crawled across his visage.

The game seemed to be getting tenser.

Even the monk, who was originally laying out his moves leisurely, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

And when the clock reached seven or eight minutes,

the anxiety on the Carefree Monk’s face had gradually morphed into anxiousness.

As time moved on to the present,

the anxiety on the Carefree Monk’s face became very intense, even visibly obvious.

“This game, what should we say about it?”

“Shall we continue?”

After Luo Changfeng placed another critically important white stone,

he looked up and smiled slightly.

Gazing at the Carefree Monk in front of him, he said quietly,

“Ah…”

After a long silence, aside from a somewhat helpless sigh, the Carefree Monk seemed at a loss for what to do next.

Ten minutes, it had been only ten minutes,

and the two had already finished a game of Go.

The result of the match, naturally, ended in a crushing defeat for the Carefree Monk.

“Let’s go again, I refuse to believe this,” he said.

“I was a bit careless in the last game.”

“This time, I will bring out all my strength,” he declared.

Having said that, the Carefree Monk began to clean up the pieces on the board.

…

As time passed by,

twenty minutes into their second match,

the game of Go once again came to an end.

“How about it?”

“What do you say about this game?”

Luo Changfeng watched the Carefree Monk with a smirk, curious to see what excuses he could come up with this time.

“I was inattentive,”

“This time, I was playing carelessly,” he admitted.

“Although, I did bring out all my strength.”

“But still, I missed that one critical move.”

“Continue, the third game, I shall undoubtedly be the final winner,” he claimed stubbornly while shaking the ragged fan in his hand.

“A critical move, you say?”

Luo Changfeng raised an eyebrow and then sighed, “Alright, we’ll say you just missed one move.”

…

Not long after,

the third match between Luo Changfeng and the Carefree Monk commenced.

However, this third game differed from the second,

as the time it took did not increase.

Instead, it was even quicker than the second game.

Approximately, just fifteen minutes had passed,

and the third game of Go was over.

“What about this game, how will you put it?”

In the small courtyard, beneath the Stone Pavilion,

Luo Changfeng looked at the Carefree Monk with great interest and quietly asked.

“This round, this round…”

Opening his mouth, the Carefree Monk seemed unable to come up with any excuse.

“Oh well…”

After shaking his head, the Carefree Monk gradually came to terms with the gap between himself and Luo Changfeng: “Now, in the game of Go, your skills are indeed much greater than mine.”

The Carefree Monk silently shook his ragged fan and spoke in a low voice.

After finishing, he started to pick up the black and white pieces from the stone table by himself.

In Go, the loser cleans up.

This is the rule.

The Carefree Monk was indeed playing by the rules.

After all, were he not so obedient,

Luo Changfeng wouldn’t have played so many games with the Carefree Monk.

“So, shall we continue?”

Luo Changfeng leisurely picked up the freshly poured cup of tea from the stone table,

bringing it to his lips and taking a small sip.

Moistening his throat, he then quietly asked.

This time, the Carefree Monk did not insist on arguing further.

He simply shook his head,

appearing quite resigned as he spoke.

“Three games are enough,”

“Even if we continue playing, the outcome will still be a loss, what’s the point?”

Luo Changfeng silently nodded his head,

seemingly in agreement with the Carefree Monk’s words.

“By the way,”

after finishing with the pieces, the Carefree Monk looked at Luo Changfeng once more: “I just remembered, there’s something I might need your help with.”

On hearing this, Luo Changfeng couldn’t help but be slightly startled,

then he revealed a wry smile.

He was caught off guard, too late to dodge.

Who would have thought that the Carefree Monk would switch tactics,

from initially making his request right from the start to now bringing up his true intention at the end.

“Ah…”

Luo Changfeng sighed and said, “Let’s hear it then, what is it this time that you want my help with?”

The Carefree Monk smirked in a slightly sleazy manner, then spoke in a low voice: “A Formation Disk, I need a more advanced one that can hold at least a hundred formations, the more the better.”