"Buns, freshly made buns! Fresh and delicious, I guarantee that you'll be satisfied!"
Early in the morning, the capital's Jade Dragon Street was filled with people walking to and fro. Crowds of people walked in and out of restaurants, tea shops, and bun stalls.
On the east side of Jade Dragon Street, amidst the steam from the buns, the signboard of a restaurant could be vaguely seen.
"Royal Jade Restaurant"!
The three words were painted in gold on a black background, and it looked rather elegant. The signboard had been changed this morning, and the owner of the restaurant had changed along with the signboard.
But other than the owner of the restaurant, the waiters and chefs had all remained the same. Thus, most people were unaware that the owner of the restaurant had changed.
Even if some people noticed the change in the signboard, they didn't think too much of it.
And at this very moment, Wang Chong was in this very same Royal Jade Restaurant.
In the best private room on the second floor of the Royal Jade Restaurant, several burly men from the Zhuang Clan and Chi Clan were seated on the floor, wolfing down their food. There were already dozens of 'steamers' on the floor, but there were even more steamers stacked on top of each other on the table.
The cavalry of the Zhuang Clan and the steel guards of the Chi Clan were famous, but this was the first time anyone had witnessed their frightening appetite.
"It's about time!"
Leaning against the railing, Wang Chong slowly ended his cultivation and opened his eyes.
It had been a few days since the last operation, and Wang Chong hadn't done anything in the past few days. All he did was cultivate in this very Royal Jade Restaurant.
"Dong dong dong!"
A series of knocks sounded from outside.
"Come in."
Wang Chong said calmly without turning his head.
The door to the private room was pushed open, and the black-robed Miyasame Ayaka walked in with a steamer of steaming buns.
"Gongzi."
Miyasame Ayaka knelt down and placed the steamer in front of Wang Chong. Then, she took out a pair of chopsticks and carefully wiped them clean before handing them over.
"How is it?"
Wang Chong took the black jade chopsticks and placed a soup bun into his mouth. The soup dumplings were very soft and very thin. With a light bite, a thick broth seeped into the mouth. It was fresh and fragrant, overflowing from the lips and teeth. After swallowing it, from the mouth to the stomach, there was a comfortable feeling.
Not bad!
Wang Chong nodded in satisfaction. After eating in so many restaurants and teahouses, Wang Chong still felt that the soup dumplings here were the best.
There was an important reason why Wang Chong had chosen this restaurant out of all the restaurants in the capital.
As for the other reason —
This was also because Wang Chong really needed a restaurant of his own.
It was too ostentatious and inconvenient to visit other people's restaurants and shops in the capital. As time passed, it would inevitably attract the attention of others.
If he had his own restaurant, it would be very convenient for him to eat or cultivate. At the very least, it would be very convenient in terms of deceiving others.
This was similar to how the Yao Clan bought the 'Vast Crane Pavilion'. The latter had always left a deep impression on Wang Chong.
Sometimes, buying a restaurant of one's own couldn't be measured by money alone.
"Gongzi, our actions have already caught the attention of the Goguryeons. At this moment, not only the first base of the Goguryeons, but even the second and third bases are also on high alert. It seems like the Goguryeons are starting to get suspicious of us. "
Kneeling on the floor, Miyasame Ayaka reported respectfully. Even when she had no choice but to appear beside Wang Chong, she made sure to make use of the lighting in the room, barriers, screens, and railings to conceal herself so as to not draw the attention of others.
This was almost an instinct of an assassin.
"Heh, the Goguryeons aren't lacking in experts. At the very least, that King Sosurim isn't someone easy to deal with. After killing so many people, even if others don't suspect us, he will. "
Wang Chong said impassively as he picked up another soup dumpling and placed it into his mouth. His expression was calm and relaxed, as though everything was going according to his plan.
"However, won't there be a problem with this? King Sosurim isn't a benevolent person. He even dared to assault the Three Great Training Camps. If we were to attract his attention, it might be disadvantageous to us! "
Miyasame Ayaka said worriedly with a frown.
In the territory of the Tang dynasty, King Sosurim was a legend. His schemes were meticulous, and he was vicious and daring. Yet, no one knew what he looked like.
This meant that even if he were to pass by you, you wouldn't be able to tell what he looked like. You wouldn't even know when he killed you.
"Haha, don't make him sound so terrifying. In the end, he's just a human. It's just that we haven't seen what he looks like before, that's why we're so suspicious of him. "
Wang Chong swallowed the soup dumpling and waved his hands nonchalantly.
Mystery came from the unknown, and the same went for fear!
Wang Chong knew that King Sosurim was well versed in this matter. However, this also showed that he was fearful of him.
Just like how assassins couldn't be seen in public, King Sosurim was the same as well.
If they knew what King Sosurim looked like, they wouldn't be so fearful of him.
"… Furthermore, have you forgotten about the warriors he brought over from Goguryeo? He has spent so much time and effort on them, and he must be up to something. At this moment, he doesn't have the time to bother with us' pawns'. "
Wang Chong paused for a moment before continuing.
"Besides, this might actually be a good thing. We might be able to alarm him and force him to hurry up!"
The reason why Wang Chong didn't make a move for the past few days was so that the Goguryeons wouldn't be able to figure out his movements. This way, they wouldn't be able to fathom his movements and feel uneasy.
As long as they felt uneasy, they would surely find a way to hasten their movements.
As the saying went, 'mistakes are made in the midst of a rush'. Once one's movements were rushed, it would be easy for one to leave behind a flaw.
Miyasame Ayaka frowned and fell into deep thought. She seemed to be contemplating the meaning behind Wang Chong's words.
Wang Chong chuckled and ignored her. Picking up a soup bun with his chopsticks, he stuffed it into his mouth.
He didn't feel anything after cultivating for an entire night. But now that he was done cultivating, he felt a surge of hunger in his stomach.
While eating the soup bun, Wang Chong continued his cultivation of the Art of Life Massacre.
In the past three days, Wang Chong didn't do anything else but study the Art of Life Massacre. At the start, this secret art was as thin as a spider's thread.
When Wang Chong left the mountain, he had only cultivated it to the thickness of a finger. But now, thanks to the abundant Origin Energy he had absorbed, Wang Chong's Sword Qi of Life Massacre had grown to the width of four fingers. His movements were majestic, reminiscent of a rainbow.
Furthermore, thanks to his Origin Energy Tier 9 ability to expel his inner qi, Wang Chong was able to execute Sword Qi of Life Massacre without using a sword, and its might wouldn't be reduced in the slightest.
"… I can be considered a swordsman now!"
Wang Chong thought as he took a bite of the soup bun.
In his previous life, Wang Chong used a spear, and this was the first time he was becoming a 'swordsman'. Even though he was only a basic 'swordsman', he was already a swordsman. Furthermore, he had stepped onto a completely different path from his previous life.
"Elder Su's swordsmanship is known as the number one in the world. Even though it's only the first layer of sword qi, it's already sufficient to break through the Stellar Energy of a True Martial realm expert. However, this isn't sufficient. The first layer of Art of Life Massacre has a total of nine revolutions, and the expansion and contraction of sword qi form one revolution. Only after reaching the ninth revolution can it be considered as the true Sword Qi of Life Massacre. I haven't even reached the first revolution yet, so I have to continue working hard. "
Tilting his head upward, Wang Chong subconsciously knocked on the table with his left hand as thoughts flashed through his mind.
The Art of Life Massacre's sword qi started off as thin as a gossamer. As one's strength grew, the sword qi would continuously grow thicker and its power would also increase. When it reached the point of withering, it would begin to shrink, compressing the sword qi.
When the sword qi turned from thick to thin, becoming the size of a spider's web again, it would be called the first revolution. After that, it would be the second revolution, the third revolution …
The power of the sword qi was directly proportional to the number of revolutions. The higher the revolutions, the more powerful it would be. And after reaching the ninth revolution, it would be almost invincible, and nothing would be able to stop it.
Even if one didn't have a sword in hand, it wouldn't make any difference to the ninth revolution Sword Qi of Life Massacre.
However, the higher the revolutions, the harder it would be to cultivate. Furthermore, as the revolutions increased, the color of the sword qi would also change.
— — This was all slowly figured out by Wang Chong as he tried to figure out the mental cultivation method of the Sword of Life Massacre.
Currently, Wang Chong was still at the stage of the half-revolution.
However, even this half-revolution sword qi was able to pierce through metal and crack jade. It was enough to pose a fatal threat to a True Martial realm expert.
And this was the power of So Jung-son's swordsmanship!
"Let's go back home and rest for a while. There are some matters that need to be settled. "
After finishing a steamer of soup dumplings, Wang Chong flicked his sleeves, pushed the table away and stood up. It had been more than half a month since he left the Kunwu Training Camp. It was time to settle the WuZi Steel weapons that he had accumulated at Tuoba Guiyuan's place.
Money flowed like water. No matter how much money he had, it would never be enough!
Wang Chong was well aware that there would be more areas where he would need to spend money in the future. Currently, the WuZi Steel weapons were his only source of income.
"Hey! Do you know how to walk? Are you blind? "
Just as he was about to leave, a commotion could be heard from the streets outside. Wang Chong turned his head and saw a fat merchant and several burly mercenary experts pointing at a disheveled expert of around forty years of age, his face red as he cursed at him. "How dare you do this to me?" Wang Chong turned his head and saw a fat merchant with several burly mercenaries pointing at a disheveled expert in his forties.
Although the person being scolded looked disheveled, Wang Chong could tell that this person was an expert with just a glance. When he walked, his feet were especially steady. His shoulders did not even sway. Furthermore, it was a completely subconscious action and not intentional.
This was a habit that only those who had reached a certain level of martial arts cultivation would form.
Martial arts emphasized precision and a hundred percent accuracy. For example, Wang Chong's sword qi had to accurately hit a spider silk that was ten feet away.
As a martial arts expert, one's hands could not shake.
When one's cultivation reached a certain level, this would become an instinct. This was not an issue of stability. It was just that those who had cultivated to such a level would have their limbs and body especially stable. They would be like a tree stump that was growing there, completely different from the stability of an ordinary person.
The difference between the two was like heaven and earth.
It was easy to discern a person with a single glance.
"He's just asking for trouble!"
Wang Chong smiled and shook his head, not intending to. The capital was massive, and such conflicts occurred every day.
That disheveled middle-aged man was clearly more formidable than the mercenaries of the merchant. The merchant had truly kicked a steel plate. If everything went as expected, this fellow would probably be ruthlessly beaten up.
Wang Chong didn't care, nor did he have any intention of interfering. Instead, he began to walk away.
However, he had only taken a few steps when something unexpected happened.
"Beat him up! Beat him up!"
"What the hell? You didn't even apologize for knocking me over. There's no need to hold back. Beat him up! If he dies, I'll take responsibility! "
"Hmph, and I thought that you were formidable, so arrogant and domineering. But it turns out that you're just a weakling. Pah, trash! "
…
The merchant's vicious voice echoed from the street. This time, not only Wang Chong, even Miyasame Ayaka was surprised.
The duo turned their heads to look outside. On the wide street, the disheveled middle-aged man whom they thought to be an 'expert' was being pummeled to the ground.
Several guards of the merchant had surrounded him, and they were raining punches and kicks on him. On the other hand, the disheveled middle-aged man was just like an ordinary person, unable to put up the slightest resistance.
"Hm?"
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