Getting Stronger By Fighting-Chapter 462: The Aim of the Great Uncle_1
After all, it’s something nice to imagine in a dream. In the real world, it seems somewhat unrealistic, so Wang Zhan didn’t hold much hope. Of course, he was a top-tier actor; his skills usually activated automatically, so he wasn’t just bluffing. Anglers feel most relaxed the moment they hook a fish, believing they’ve secured their win. But they often fail to realize that smart fish can seize this opportunity, leaving the fisherman celebrating in vain. Clearly, Wang Zhan was one of those who deeply understood this principle. So much so that now, he made no effort to hide the contempt and ridicule in his gaze. Anyone with rich life experience could instantly see through this simplistic and crude verbal goad. The problem was, knowing it was one thing, but not getting angry was another!
Instantly, the Grand-uncle felt a surge of annoyance. This young man was far too insolent! He stiffened his neck and retorted, "Are you worried I’m going to harm you?"
Wang Zhan chuckled but didn’t rebut or say anything. Everything was understood without words.
However, if this Old Man was truly hiding something or had some nefarious intentions, that would actually make things a bit easier for Wang Zhan. After all, he wouldn’t really kill Qin Ying’s Grand-uncle, even if he didn’t know the exact nature of their relationship. But for a woman like Qin Ying to entrust herself to this Old Man’s care, their connection had to be extraordinary. So, killing him was definitely out of the question! But turning him into a puppet, or incorporating him into his Origin, was a small matter Wang Zhan could handle with ease, even finding it simple. He was an old hand, an Old Cunning Man; wasn’t this as simple as catching prey?
It was a pity, though. Qin Ying’s Grand-uncle had no idea what Wang Zhan was thinking. He certainly didn’t know that Wang Zhan had been tempted the moment he suggested returning to Quan State. Besides, the Old Man had no ill intentions, so what was there to hide?
Therefore, seeing Wang Zhan begin to question him, he shot Wang Zhan a cold glare and said indignantly, "Humph, young man! You better understand this. If those unsavory characters outside begged for a word of guidance from me, it would be a stroke of incredible luck for them, as if their ancestors’ graves were emitting green smoke! Yet here you are, rejecting me time and time again. If it weren’t for that girl backing you up, I’d crush you right now, believe it or not!"
Wang Zhan laughed inwardly. This is good! If negotiation fails, resort to threats and intimidation.
So, Wang Zhan immediately put on a solemn expression, his eyes feigning deep apprehension, and said eagerly, "I believe you! I believe you! Whatever you say, even if it were a pile of dog dung, I’d believe it!"
He delivered his lines with an air of resounding conviction.
Of course, for him, the goal had to be achieved. But what he was aiming for now was to appear not overly eager, somewhat reluctant. This way, if any minor complications arose later, he would have more room to maneuver! One should not harbor the intent to harm others, but one must also guard against them!
Unfortunately, the Old Man was nearly bursting with anger, his beard bristling and eyes wide with rage. He understood now! Wang Zhan, this young whelp, was toying with him! This was simply outrageous, intolerable! There was no need to endure it any longer!
Therefore, the Old Man grew even more incensed and bellowed furiously, "Kid, you’re judging a gentleman by your own petty standards! Do you really think I’m desperate for your help? Let me tell you, if it weren’t for you being that girl’s man, and if this matter weren’t absolutely beneficial to you with no downsides, this old man wouldn’t bother with you! Besides, if you really got into trouble, if anything happened to you, do you think that girl would let me off? Infuriating, truly infuriating! A hopeless child, utterly unteachable!"
From this, it was evident that the Old Man was genuinely enraged, his "liver fire" flaring.
Unfortunately, Wang Zhan still chose to smile coldly, observing him with a detached air. Getting angry is fine! But before you lose your temper, you’d better bring your physical body here first. Otherwise, without a body, even if you want to get worked up, can you conjure a liver using mental energy?
Of course, Wang Zhan knew that in the world of Martial Artists, nothing was truly impossible. But for now, at least... Save the ghost stories for the ghosts. Besides, if your tales can’t even fool a child, how do you expect to fool me?
However, even as things appeared, Wang Zhan still couldn’t figure out what this fellow was truly up to. But the secret hidden behind the curtain was undoubtedly not as simple as it seemed on the surface! And so, unbeknownst to anyone, his thoughts grew deeper.
Then, he quickly pondered a question: What could possibly be worthy of attention in a remote, godforsaken place like Quan State, to the extent that even a Martial Emperor-level expert would choose to forcibly intervene?
Next, while the Old Man maintained a cold and resentful silence, Wang Zhan swiftly began to rule out various possibilities in his mind. After some deduction and analysis, he crossed off the less likely options one by one.
A Federal Mission? No, that’s the Federation’s concern. This fellow is clearly from one of the noble families. Scratch that.
A connection to Quan State? Impossible. If that were the reason, he would have rushed there at the earliest opportunity.
Even though Wang Zhan couldn’t gauge this fellow’s ultimate limit, he could clearly sense the aura the man exuded. It posed an immense threat, utterly mysterious, like a flesh-and-blood clone. Such potent mental power! That alone proved how terrifying the man was.
So, how could these old foxes, set in their ways, act like novices, constantly hesitating and waiting for the right moment? They would either band together for safety or charge in solo, essentially offering their heads on a platter. That should be their nature. So, this possibility is also out.
After such deductions, Wang Zhan quickly locked onto a possibility that had at least a seventy percent chance of being correct! It concerned the Martial Emperor in the Quan State Underground City, the one who had died right after Wang Zhan departed. Only a Martial Emperor could attract another Martial Emperor!
Wang Zhan arrived at this conclusion because a few clues had clicked into place during a moment of inspiration. If he himself could become fabulously wealthy overnight from the vast quantities of medicinal herbs he’d plundered from that mental battlefield, what would a Martial Emperor’s fortune be like? How many treasures would they possess?
Of course, Wang Zhan’s ability to arrive at this theory also hinged on another crucial point: Martial Artists are inherently profit-driven! When it came to personal gain, they prioritized it even more fiercely than merchants. This was an inescapable aspect of any Martial Artist.
So, besides the wealth and savings a Martial Emperor had accumulated and hidden for decades, what else could possibly attract the attention of a peer of similar strength? What else could capture their interest? Especially in a situation like this, where whoever had the best information channels and the swiftest reaction time stood to gain the most! Even the slightest rumor of a Martial Emperor’s hidden hoard would, for these powerful individuals, be akin to simply walking around with a sack and picking up money. It was just that simple.
Of course, Wang Zhan couldn’t entirely dismiss the possibility that this Old Man might have had a long-standing friendship with the protector who perished in the Quan State Underground City.
However, comparing this to the possibilities Wang Zhan had already dismissed, one would immediately realize: if that were true, how could this old fellow have waited so long, even insisting on accompanying him? And if it were true, another unavoidable point arose: the Martial Emperor was beyond saving and had already passed on. The Old Man going to Quan State would merely be a visit to a place of sorrow. What would be the point?
One should know, upon hearing the news, Wang Zhan himself had felt an urge to rush to Quan State immediately, barely able to contain his impatience! After all, the Quan State Governor had met him once. Quan State City was the place that had nurtured Ouyang Sheng and Ouyang Yue, both of whom had become his women. Moreover, at this very moment, many of Wang Zhan’s subordinates were still in Quan State City. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
With so many ties, Wang Zhan naturally wanted to rescue them and offer as much support as possible. But this thought merely flashed through his mind before being promptly suppressed by his Wisdom, which was over two thousand (2,000) points!
And so, even though Wang Zhan desperately wanted to go at that very moment, his heart was filled with hesitation. This was because of the price and the shock one had to learn to accept when finally confronting the truth.
In the final analysis, as a Martial Artist, one had to learn one thing: to truly seek profit and avoid harm. This was something no one could avoid, but it was constantly amplified in Martial Artists. They would make their own paths increasingly firm, minimizing the possibility of being influenced by others on their journey.
Of course, take for example when Wang Zhan fought in the Jing State Wilderness Area. He had been able to mobilize many Grandmasters to jointly besiege the Beast Clan. This wasn’t due to his extraordinary abilities or Charm, but purely because the path of resistance was their only path to survival!
Of course, Wang Zhan was also clear that the so-called loss of emotion was essentially just the gradual dominance of rationality over instinct. This was something he would inevitably experience on his path to becoming a high-level Warrior.
