Chaotic World Book
Chapter 166 - 162: Rare Break Time

Chapter 166: Chapter 162: Rare Break Time

Zhao Changhe thought that, given the chaos in Gusu and the mess within the Tang family, neither the family nor the niece had any time to spare. He himself hadn’t recovered from his injuries, so it seemed there really was nothing to do.

He wanted to chat more with Sisi but felt uncomfortable asking directly about the situation of the Ancient Spirit Clan, which led to everyone hiding things and made the situation awkward. It really seemed better just to hide inside and tell stories.

It could be considered a rare restful moment since his arrival, this past half a year had moved at too fast a pace. Looking back, he was truly exhausted.

Seeing Zhao Changhe agree, Sisi was delighted and ran off with a pitter-patter.

When she reappeared, she had changed into a little maid’s outfit, now with her waist concealed and wrapped up tight.

Then, gleefully pulling him to sit by the coffee table, she pulled out some jars and bottles as if presenting treasures, "This disguise technique is nothing difficult, it’s just a special material made from secret ingredients. When applied on the face, it looks just like real skin! Once you get skilled, you can mix different skin tones, essential for impersonating others. If you don’t want to impersonate, just cover up some scars, and once you learn the recipe, you’re all set."

Zhao Changhe leaned in to look, "It indeed doesn’t have any smell. Are the ingredients easy to find?"

"Not really, but with the Tang family backing you up, why worry? You can have as much as you need," Sisi sniffed, then suddenly packed up her things and flipping her hand said, "Give me some money."

Zhao Changhe, "?"

Sisi asserted herself, "I’m out of money. You know how many times I resisted taking your silver notes when they were right in front of me?"

Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but laugh, "Giving you money, is this considered keeping you or just a maid’s allowance?"

Sisi’s eyes flickered seductively, "Now my identity must be accountable to the Tang family, should I just become your maid for real? But, this maid is a bit expensive..."

Zhao Changhe pulled out a silver note worth a thousand liang and handed it over, "Is ten days enough?"

Sisi grabbed the note in a huff, "Only ten days... and you already need to deduct three days."

Zhao Changhe was both amused and frustrated, "Hey, you are really my maid now, don’t you have any shame?"

"What’s wrong with being a maid? Aside from a few verbal teases, what else could a master do?"

"...I think you’ve forgotten some painful memories?"

Sisi stiffened her neck, "I don’t remember! Anyway, back to the topic of disguise, do you just want to make minor adjustments to not be recognized, or do you plan to learn to fully transform into someone else?"

"I certainly don’t want to live under someone else’s face, pure foolishness..." Seeing Sisi’s quickly darkening expression, Zhao Changhe hastily corrected himself, "Uh, no, very smart, very smart..."

Sisi glared, and Zhao Changhe surrendered.

Sisi huffed, "Transforming into someone else is the ultimate achievement of the disguise, it’s not just about makeup skills but also involves character portrayal. This is art, no less sophisticated than martial arts! Who are you calling stupid?"

Zhao Changhe lost his composure and laughed, "Now I see why Ji Chengkong didn’t get mad when you stole from the Thief Sect. It seems you are the true inheritor of their path, unlike Ji Chengkong who clearly lacks your passion."

Sisi paused, slightly hesitant, and then said, "So why don’t you appreciate it?"

Zhao Changhe simply stated, "I just feel that no one is worthy of having me impersonate them."

"..." Sisi pursed her lips, uninterested in arguing. What kind of sword matches what kind of person, both the sword and person think they are dominant, Sisi thought this was... indescribable, too bad she didn’t know the word ’adolescent’.

"Alright, alright, if it’s just to cover up some facial features, I’ll give you the secret recipe. Now, should I tell a story?"

"...Okay." Zhao Changhe also felt that in exchanging stories for disguise recipes, it was fairly foolish to prioritize stories over the Saber Technique.

Both had a clear and correct understanding of each other.

Sisi, failing to catch his implication and seeing his agreement, was very pleased and busily made tea, staring with watery eyes, propping her cheeks, just waiting for him to start the story.

Zhao Changhe found her look quite amusing, resembling a naïve little girl holed up in a mountain ravine... After all, how expansive could the territory of the Ancient Spirit Clan be, how many people? The stories of divine demons passed down through epochs were probably so familiar they caused calluses on the ears, nothing compared to the richness of Divine Continent’s culture, let alone modern novels.

"This story starts with a man surnamed Duan..." Zhao Changhe didn’t plan to tell the entire story. Duan Yu’s tale was just a beginning and meant to be glossed over.

But Sisi took the story of Duan Yu more seriously than he expected, "The Dali Duan clan, recorded in the epochal histories."

Zhao Changhe hesitated, then remembered that the epochal histories indeed had records of Yao Shunyu, Qinghe Cui, Langya Wang, and many verses and poems were widely spread. It was a strange historical amalgamation, having the Dali Duan clan indeed wasn’t strange.

Sisi whispered to herself, "That place... it was where we once..."

She stopped mid-sentence as if realizing something and clammed up. Zhao Changhe, however, understood perfectly well. The Ancient Spirit Clan might have been descendants from the Southwest in the previous epoch, dealing with gu refining...

This time, Sisi took up Duan Yu’s story with more vigor, forcing Zhao Changhe to abandon his plan to skim over details and honestly start from the beginning.

This turned out to be troublesome, as he talked nonstop until noon, only reaching the part where Jiumozhi captured Duan Yu and took him to Yanziwu.

Zhao Changhe actually felt his memory improving the more he spoke. He had read "Heavenly Dragon Eight Parts" many years ago, and in recent years he watched more of its adaptations, especially the more colorful ones... He should have almost forgotten the specific plot, yet the more he talked, the more smoothly he recalled, and details he should have forgotten naturally popped into his mind.

Sisi listened very attentively.

Only when he mentioned that Duan Yu refused to learn his own family’s Martial Arts and ran away, did her eyes narrow slightly, and then she showed no more expressions, quietly brewing tea to moisten his throat, without interjecting a word from beginning to end.

Even when the maid A Zhu who could change her appearance came up in the story, Sisi’s expression remained unchanged, making Zhao Changhe wonder if she was distracted, and he couldn’t help but ask, "Hey, are you listening?"

"I am."

"It’s really uncomfortable telling a story without someone to play along..."

Sisi gave a slight smile, "This story is great, as long as you aren’t fantasizing about the Aphrodisiac in the dungeon..."

"That’s not my fantasy."

"You doubt my origin, and actually bothered to make up such a story, your literary talent is really impressive," Sisi teased more openly, "But I have to say, you really guessed a lot of things right."

Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded, "What do you mean?"

"Duan Yu is me, A Zhu is me, even Jiumozhi who steals everyone’s Martial Arts is me. Isn’t it exhausting for you to allude all this?"

"Damn?"

"Don’t tell me you also imagined me kowtowing a thousand times before you would teach me your comprehensive skills, oh immortal brother, truly shameless."

Zhao Changhe’s eyes went round.

It’s good you didn’t interrupt while I was telling the story, otherwise how could the story continue? You’ve made me forget what the original is like already, can’t go back now...

"Hey, Murong Fu hasn’t even made an appearance yet, all kinds of subtle descriptions already make him sound outstanding in both character and Martial Arts, could this be the Tang Buqi in your heart? Or maybe Tang Wanju?"

"Stop, if you keep this up the Tang family is going to be doomed by you, the Murong Family are rebels." Zhao Changhe was almost crying, "Can we just stop this story? I was wrong, I’ll teach you the Saber Technique, the Saber Technique."

"No need for a thousand kowtows?"

"No need, really..."

"Hehe..." Sisi whispered in his ear, with a soft murmuring, "Immortal brother..."

Zhao Changhe just wanted to bang his head against a block of tofu.

Then, from outside the window came the voice of Tang Wanju, "What’s the name of this story, Master Zhao?"

Zhao Changhe collected himself, "’Heavenly Dragon Eight Parts.’"

"This comes from the Buddhist terminology, Asura is one of these eight parts... if corresponding to the characters in the story, who is Asura? Does this Asura like bloodshed?"

Zhao Changhe covered his face.

Tang Wanju continued, "That prince wandering the Worldly Society, with many female admirers and generally quite a bizarre character, are they all really his sisters?"

Why don’t you and Sisi fight to determine who Duan Yu refers to?

Seriously, can you not digress? You guys are tormenting me to the point I’ve completely forgotten the original now.

Sisi obviously got upset, hands on her hips she stood up, "We were telling a story, does the esteemed chief have nothing better to do than eavesdrop outside?"

Tang Wanju laughed lightly, "The hour has come, I have arranged a banquet in my courtyard to invite Master Zhao for a discussion on important matters. Miss, your immortal brother, I need to borrow him for an hour."