Chaotic World Book
Chapter 146 - 142 The Mystery of Blood Evil

Chapter 146: Chapter 142 The Mystery of Blood Evil

"Benefactor, please turn back," an old nun within the hall said with lowered eyes and a bowed head, "Young Master Lu is possessed by evil qi to the point of losing all reason, fearing he might harm others. Moreover, both of you are carrying knives and swords, which is a great provocation. Please do not proceed any further."

Tang Buqi hesitated for a moment. In fact, the moment he saw the other’s beast-like appearance, he had already thought about backing out. It wasn’t that he was afraid, but to investigate what was happening, the other party needed to be able to communicate. What was the point of this situation?

He turned his head to see what Zhao Changhe thought, but was startled upon looking at him.

Zhao Changhe had unslung the broken knife from his back and was clutching it tightly to his chest, engaging in a tug-of-war, "Stop it! Damn it, stop shaking, or I’ll beat you!"

The Dragon Sparrow shook even more violently.

Tang Buqi: "..."

Sisi stood nearby, hand to her forehead, wondering if she should comment that both the former and current masters were idiots, assuming she was truly invested in the role of a maidservant.

"Clank!"

Zhao Changhe was holding onto the blade tightly when the Dragon Sparrow actually slid out of its scabbard on its own, frightening Zhao Changhe. He grabbed the hilt and shoved it back in, holding the hilt in one hand and the scabbard in the other, as he turned to run.

"There, there, be nice! You’ve been so well-behaved all this way. Next time we see Old... Old Huang, I’ll sing your praises in front of him, alright?"

"Roar!" A furious roar came from behind him, and with a "clang," a chain was ripped apart. Young Master Lu of the Lu Family broke free from the nuns trying to stop him and fiercely pounced towards Zhao Changhe.

Zhao Changhe performed a spinning back kick, sending him flying back into the temple, crashing into its doors and windows as dust filled the air.

Tang Buqi and Sisi stood dumbfounded.

It looked as though Young Master Lu was trying to fight with Zhao Changhe... over the knife, and Zhao Changhe was caught in the middle trying to break up the fight.

No, that’s not right. He was taking sides.

Young Master Lu got kicked away, seemingly unharmed, and crazily sprang back up, attempting to continue his assault.

A giant shoe sole appeared in front of Young Master Lu—Zhao Changhe’s foot kicked him once more into the corner.

A swarm of nuns rushed forward, holding down Young Master Lu as they urged frantically, "Honored benefactor, please leave quickly!"

Zhao Changhe, still pressing down on the knife handle, dashed off, calling out, "Come out, one of you revered nuns, I have some questions to ask!"

It wasn’t until he was three or four li away from Jingxin Temple that the Dragon Sparrow finally settled down somewhat, though it seemed to carry a hint of reluctance and grievance.

Zhao Changhe was speechless. No wonder they say the Qinghe Sword can autonomously slay evil, and the Dragon Sparrow can replace the Qinghe Sword...

Before now, he hadn’t felt anything much; it didn’t seem like something that would attack on its own. The last time, facing Bing Po on the surface of Ancient Sword Lake, the Dragon Sparrow neither showed the proactive nature of Bing Po nor seemed dissatisfied and eager to fight, making Zhao Changhe feel that the spiritual essence of the Dragon Sparrow was quite inferior to Bing Po.

Who would have thought it would go berserk for the first time here? It looked truly capable of attacking on its own, not too far off from Bing Po.

The Dragon Sparrow was a weapon of this epoch, wasn’t it? Created by Xia Longyuan, it was fully named "Great Xia Dragon Sparrow." And Bing Po was a Divine Sword from the previous epoch, did that prove that Xia Longyuan had already touched upon the divine powers of the previous epoch?

But it was strange, the Dragon Sparrow didn’t actually respond to evil qi; otherwise, when he first entered the state of "Nonexistence of Heaven and Earth," the Dragon Sparrow should have cut him down first, right? It was actually targeted against killing intent, particularly sensitive to offenses made against it; why would this indiscriminate surge of evil qi trigger its fighting spirit to the point of endless quivering...

Zhao Changhe squinted at the Dragon Sparrow, deep in thought.

"What’s up with your knife?" Tang Buqi swooped in from behind: "I even told the gatekeepers that our knives and swords couldn’t possibly be problematic. Are you trying to slap my face with that knife?"

Zhao Changhe glanced at his face and then at his own broad knife blade, feeling a sudden itch in his hand.

Tang Buqi took a step back.

Sisi arrived, gasping for breath, with an elderly nun in tow, "Master, elder martial sister nun has arrived."

Zhao Changhe found her act rather amusing and nodded, "Sisi always knows what’s going on."

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Sisi lowered her head, "Just sharing the worries of the master."

Tang Buqi’s teeth almost fell out from sourness as he waved his sleeve angrily and asked the elderly nun, "Is the person under control?"

"Under control," the elderly nun panted. "This kind of Evil Qi madness makes them feel no pain, fearing neither blade nor spear, nor acupoint hits, and their strength is immeasurable, making it truly troublesome to restrain them. They are usually locked with iron chains they can’t break free from, but I don’t know what triggered them today; even the iron chains were broken..."

As she spoke, her gaze drifted towards the knife in Zhao Changhe’s hand. Both Tang Buqi and Sisi were also looking at the knife, regardless of how it triggered the other’s frenzy, the knife moving on its own surely wasn’t an error, right? What a treasure...

Zhao Changhe was also rather helpless. He hadn’t expected the spiritual nature of the Dragon Sparrow to be accidentally exposed in such a trivial matter; it was his own oversight... Looking at their expressions, probably Tang Buqi wouldn’t think much of it, his family might even have similar objects hidden away, but this Sisi girl’s eyes were practically glowing, who knows what she was pondering.

He could only skirt around the topic, turning to ask the elderly nun, "I have a fair understanding of Evil Qi, indeed it can augment someone’s strength substantially, but limited by their own capabilities, it shouldn’t turn them into something inhuman. Even I can’t break free if shackled with iron chains, so what was Lu Shaohong’s level?"

Tang Buqi chimed in from the side, "So it really is Blood Evil Qi and not something else?"

"Mm, it’s nine out of ten similar, although it’s a bit different from my own cultivation, the essence is much the same."

Tang Buqi said, "But the boost of strength to the muscles and bones is a bit uncanny, isn’t it? I’m not unaware of Lu Shaohong; his Mystical Gate Third Layer was barely reached by relying on medicines, where did he get the power to break chains?"

The elderly nun nodded in affirmation, "Young Master Lu indeed was at the Mystical Gate Third Layer, and he practiced Inner Cultivation; he rarely trained in External Skill, so it really shouldn’t have been possible for him to break the chains. He was always well controlled before..."

Zhao Changhe didn’t say a word, thinking to himself that if someone had secretly been sawing the chains, then these nuns could be suspects, inquiring would be pointless. He always felt this incident wasn’t merely a passive disaster; there must be some human factor hidden within.

He pondered for a moment, then asked, "During the time Young Master Lu was detained here, were there any other unusual behaviors?"

The elderly nun shook her head, "Nothing other than the erratic outbursts every few days, attempting to break free but never succeeding. Even the Lord and Lady of the Lu Family dared not visit anymore; they were powerless even when here, with Lady Lu only able to weep. We’ve been continuously chanting scriptures beside him to calm his mind..."

"Stop chanting your scriptures, if it really is a case of Evil Qi going wild, your incessant chatter by the side is as annoying as flies and will only make him more agitated, okay? What if someone chanted scriptures by the side when my Blood Evil was up?"

"...Our chanting isn’t the same as ordinary people, it contains the effects of Cultivation Technique. Indeed, the frequency of Young Master Lu’s outbursts has reduced compared to when it first started."

Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, inwardly musing if their Buddhist Cultivation Technique truly was effective against this, he might actually want to learn from them. Thinking it over, he decided not to delve into this topic and instead asked, "I’ve heard before that Lu Shaohong was contaminated after intervening to kill a madman who was slashing people at the southern city market, is that the case?"

The elderly nun nodded, "Indeed that’s true."

"And where was the madman he killed buried? Surely he wasn’t left in the wilderness?"

"He’s buried behind our temple. There’s a graveyard specifically for the burial of unclaimed bodies."

Zhao Changhe said, "Alright, lead us there. I want to open the coffin and see if there are any remaining clues... Nephew, where are you going?"

Tang Buqi began to slowly back away, "These sorts of things are not my expertise, it’s useless for me to go. You go ahead, it’s fine if just you go, hehe..."

With that, he suddenly turned tail and disappeared like smoke.

"Damn, and he calls himself a man of the Worldly Society!" Zhao Changhe spat in disgust, only to see the elderly nun and Sisi both looking at him with odd expressions, their faces a bit pale.

Sisi swallowed and said, "Master, that person has been dead for at least half a month, at this point the body is probably rotten and stinking... not like the one you just killed..."

Zhao Changhe’s complexion stiffened as he braced himself and said, "Afraid of what? Please lead the way, elder martial sister nun."

Sisi turned around and dashed away, but Zhao Changhe, quick as a flash, caught the back of her collar. Sisi ran in place for seven or eight steps, her face tearfully drooping as she pleaded, "Master, please let me go, I’m just a minor servant from the exterior department, what sins have I committed..."

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PS: The post was delayed due to a review at noon, not because I was dragging it out. There’s none tonight either, I’ll make it up tomorrow.