"Duan Yanqing, it seems you have also discerned the way out of this chess game. Why not teach me, your junior, how to break this Jinglong Chess?"
"If this is accomplished, as the village chief, I have a significant gift to offer you, a gift that concerns the Emperor of Dali’s position."
Jiang Dali conveyed his message through "Secret Transmission" by leveraging his profound Inner Strength, his gaze fixed intently on Duan Yanqing.
Duan Yanqing was concentrating on the chessboard when he suddenly heard a voice in his ear.
Upon hearing the message, his face changed instantly, and he looked towards Jiang Dali, only to see Jiang Dali watching him with a faintly enigmatic smile, sending a chill down his spine.
After a slight hesitation, Duan Yanqing also communicated with Jiang Dali using "Secret Transmission."
He was skilled in ventriloquism and could speak without moving his lips. Coupled with his deep Inner Strength for transmitting messages secretly, among the people present, only Su Xinghe could barely manage the same feat.
"Master Jiang, since you already know that the transformation of this chess board requires one to be put in a desperate situation to find a new life, and now the situation has cleared up, why do you still need my guidance? Moreover, you mentioned a great gift concerning the Emperor of Dali’s position. What do you mean by that?"
While the two communicated, Su Xinghe made his move.
By this time, the spectators around were also noticing the changes in the chess board, their expressions filled with surprise, even Xuzhu, who knew only a little about chess, was dumbstruck.
As a result of the previous suicidal moves, numerous white pieces were lost, clearing a large space on the chessboard.
This, however, broadened the scope of the battlefield. There was no longer any need to worry about the life or death of large clusters of white pieces, nor any restriction from one’s own pieces, allowing for more flexible maneuvers without being trapped.
With this, a new phase in the game began, and a new change emerged on the chess board.
Su Xinghe, looking at the chessboard, couldn’t help but develop an immense admiration for Jiang Dali.
Initially, he thought Jiang Dali was merely causing chaos.
But now, seeing it anew, it was his own short-sightedness as a participant that was at fault. His vision wasn’t as clear as that of Jiang Dali, the observer.
Meanwhile, Jiang Dali, still smiling, continued transmitting messages to Duan Yanqing, causing his expression to flicker with various emotions.
"Do you remember the dewy marriage outside Tianlong Temple years ago? This matter concerns the position of the Emperor of Dali. Do you believe what I say now?
If you believe it, act quickly and provide guidance. Although I, as the village chief, understand a bit of chess, I am not one to make a move late. If this doesn’t work out, you can give up on knowing the things you wanted to learn."
Duan Yanqing’s heart surged, and after a deep look at Jiang Dali, he did not hesitate further. He immediately turned and used the "Secret Transmission" method to whisper to the Zhongyuan Ren who was holding a chess piece, unsure of his next move.
He knew that the event outside Tianlong Temple years ago could not possibly be known by a second person.
Yet, the Black Wind Village Chief knew about it, suggesting that he might have come into contact with the Queen of Dali who was involved with him back then.
Thinking back on how the Black Wind Village Chief had appeared and saved him from a predicament, it seemed likely that he indeed had a plan to help him regain the imperial throne of Dali, using him for his purposes; otherwise, he wouldn’t have intervened.
With this, how could Duan Yanqing find any reason not to comply?
Just as Zhongyuan Ren was hesitantly holding the chess piece, he suddenly heard a subtle voice entering his ear, "Play the ’level’ position at 3-9 path!"
Previously, Jiang Dali had also transmitted his voice to him. At this moment, although Zhongyuan Ren felt a change in the voice, he didn’t suspect anything, thinking it was the village chief secretly assisting. He immediately followed the indicated position and made his move.
Fortunately, he knew some chess, otherwise, even if someone directed him, he wouldn’t know what the "level" position at 3-9 path meant or where to place the piece.
Jiang Dali was the only one in the arena who could perceive that Duan Yanqing was transmitting his voice using profound Inner Strength.
Seeing Duan Yanqing directing and Zhongyuan Ren quickly making his moves, Jiang Dali felt reassured, knowing that his plan to exploit the Carefree Sect’s Second Generation Sect Leader Wuya Zi was basically successful.
This scheme was like taking the cuckoo’s nest, aiming to support the Players and snatch the opportunity originally meant for Xuzhu.
Had he not seen a complete video of the Jinglong Chess being played in a forum in his previous life,
And had he not known from another plot event in Manduo Villa about the affair between Duan Yanqing and the Queen of Dali, Dao Baifeng, he would not have been able to implement this plan smoothly today.
If this plan succeeded, Zhongyuan Ren would become the new Sect Leader of the Carefree Sect, taking charge of Lingjiu Palace.
And Zhongyuan Ren was also one of his, Jiang Dali’s, mountain bandits, following his directives.
This was equivalent to him, Jiang Dali, controlling the Carefree Sect.
Regarding whether Zhongyuan Ren would remain compliant after suddenly gaining strength and status, Jiang Dali, deeply knowledgeable in the ways of trimming leeks, was not worried at all.
The relationship between him and the Players had always been one of mutual attraction, not forceful control, relying on emotional manipulation.
Any Player who had tasted benefits with him would not think of betrayal.
Moreover, after transmitting skills to a person, he would take a cut of the profits.
At this moment, with Duan Yanqing continually providing guidance, Zhongyuan Ren was making moves faster and faster.
Duan Yanqing’s chess skills were exceedingly profound; he had once played against the monk Huang Mei in Dali, leaving Huang Mei unable to defend effectively.
Now that the chess game had regained vitality, he guided as if fish returning to the sea or birds to the sky, freely and effortlessly, causing Zhongyuan Ren’s moves to be cleverly executed, successively capturing two small clusters of black stones.
Su Xinghe’s face couldn’t help but show a mix of joy and praise, as well as anxious worry, his long eyebrows continuously moving up and down.