Chaotic World Book
Chapter 204 - 200 Smash it and Stop

Chapter 204: Chapter 200 Smash it and Stop

My previous impression of Cui Yuan Yong was only of him challenging Yue Hongling, with the outcome being a draw, albeit he was slightly on the losing side. Both were injured, and Cui Yuan Yong’s injuries might have been a bit more severe. I should thank my uncle for bringing Yue Hongling to the stronghold as the bandit chief’s wife. Those days are still fondly remembered to this day.

Back then, Cui Yuan Yong’s strength was merely a concept to me, having never directly felt how powerful he was. Now, comparing him to Situ Xiao, my uncle must be incredibly strong...

Zhao Changhe knew his External Skills, though somewhat capable through Horizontal Training and better than normal in withstanding blows, were not up to this task. He would mostly likely fail to break through the door or it would take a long time and he’d manage to burst it open only with great difficulty and in a rather unsightly manner. No, he wasn’t willing at all.

But there was Situ Xiao, who without any difficulty burst through as if it were child’s play, making the Wang Family’s barrier seem like a joke.

The Second Hidden Dragon, truly not a frivolous name.

Zhao Changhe, initially somewhat reluctant to go to the feast, suddenly felt his attendance was not in vain. To witness the mighty heroes of the Worldly Society—what better to stir a man’s blood?

Instead of hurrying in, he found himself a spot like the idlers on the street, keenly watching the arrivals and eager to see who else would come and what they would demonstrate.

Xuan Chong: "..."

He couldn’t help but laugh and cry: "Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao?"

"Ah?" Zhao Changhe, with his hands tucked in his sleeves and peering out: "I’m just looking, just looking. You go ahead, brother Daoist."

Xuan Chong shook his head, feeling perhaps this guy really was no different from a Worldly Society idler... He wasn’t interested in the spectacle. Surely it was good enough that the door was open? Just go in and be done with it, rather than let the Wang Family people come down with another bout of stupidity and shut the door again. That would be truly vexing.

Sure enough, as he approached the door, the Wang Family guards had brought a new bolt, intending to re-secure it.

The new bolt was actually made of bronze, probably because they felt they had underestimated the heroes of the world by using wood before.

But as the guards were trying to close the door, they found it wouldn’t shut as if blocked by a great stone.

Upon closer inspection, Xuan Chong stood there leisurely, casually propping the door open as he greeted, "Gentlemen, why close the door in broad daylight? It’s as if those of us who wish to enter are about to do something indecent."

The guards pushed and pushed, yet despite Xuan Chong looking ordinary and not particularly strong, not to mention without him showing any sign of strain like a flushed face or a bulging neck, they still couldn’t budge the door an inch with the relaxed demeanor he possessed.

A guard offered a strained smile: "Daoist, we are just following orders, why make it difficult for us?"

"So I should make it difficult for myself instead?"

"That’s not it, Daoist. You’re free to enter, but why concern yourself with others so much..."

Xuan Chong ’heh’ laughed: "My concern, I’m afraid, is for your own good... Not all the Hidden Dragons of Divine Continent are upright characters. Situ Xiao has quite the wicked streak. If someone targeting your throats were to come, I’m not sure the Wang Family would seek vengeance for you."

"Th-they probably wouldn’t, right... That would mean offending the Wang Family..."

Indeed, soon after more people arrived, all presenting their invitations dutifully and being verified for entry.

They didn’t even thank Xuan Chong, who was holding the door for everyone; they might have even thought him a little foolish.

"Who are these?" Zhao Changhe asked from within the crowd.

"I don’t recognize many, but one of them is the sixteenth, a son of the Dai Family from the Northwest."

Zhao Changhe nodded: "Not everyone has the backbone, it seems."

Over there, the Wang Family guards were speaking to Xuan Chong with a smile: "Daoist, do you see? What need is there for you to block anyone’s door? Better to let it go and see them demonstrate their Qinggong—wouldn’t that also be quite the spectacle in the Worldly Society?"

Before the words could finish, a skinny figure darted past, and a golden nail from the sign hanging above the Wang Family vanished. The signboard creaked, tilting down on one side.

The Wang Family guards were shocked: "Who!"

The skinny figure, with a mischievous laugh, vanished into the doorway like a gentle breeze: "A thief never leaves empty-handed; since the bolt is too substantial, I’ll just take a nail."

Whispers spread through the crowd: "Which member of the Thief Sect is this?"

"Ji Chengkong, he rode the coattails of the other two, quietly slipping in at the end of the list."

"I see... With so many distractions from the Chaotic World Book, I took no notice."

"The Wang Family still thinks itself so great, yet their sign is nearly taken... If I were them, I’d open the main gate wide and welcome guests. If this continues, they’re likely to lose face completely."

"If you’re talking about a Worldly Society spectacle, watching how they get slapped in the face by everyone would be it, right?"

"Heehee..."

While conversing in whispers, a fragrant breeze swept by.

A svelte young girl wearing a tiger-headed mask quietly appeared at the entrance, seemingly curious as she watched Xuan Chong and the guards at their standoff.

Her mask was white, her garments were white; she looked delicate and charming, yet also strikingly enchanting.

People didn’t even know where she had come from or how she had appeared.

A name immediately surfaced in everyone’s mind: the Sixth Hidden Dragon, White Tiger Saintess Xia Chichi of the Four Symbols Sect!

Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

When others saw a Vermilion Bird mask, they thought of the Vermilion Bird, but sighting a White Tiger mask brought to mind such a long string of information. Poor Chichi was so defamed by the Chaotic World Book that she couldn’t hide her identity at all; the mask served only to conceal her face.

The crowd murmured among themselves, "She actually came too! How did the Wang Family manage to send an invitation to the Four Symbols Sect?"

The guards wore grave expressions and stopped bothering with Xuan Chong. A figure who seemed to be the leader stepped forward and said to Xia Chichi, "If you are the White Tiger Saintess, please show your invitation. It’s not that we are being difficult, but with your sect’s masks concealing identities, no one knows if you’re the real deal."

"Is that so..." Xia Chichi responded with a languid smile, and then a white shadow flashed.

Before the crowd could react, her slender white jade-like hand was already gripping the guard leader’s neck, a seductive voice tinged with an undeniable chill of murderous intent, "Do you recognize me now?"

The crowd fell silent.

Even Zhao Changhe blinked several times.

In his eyes, Chichi was always obedient and cute...

What? She once threatened to kill him with a dagger? Forgotten.

At this moment, the little witch appeared just like a white-garbed version of the Vermilion Bird, embodying the stature of a Demon Sect Holy Daughter, looking utterly delectable...

Regardless of how savory he found her, the others were terrified, convinced that she was indeed capable of killing.

The group of guards no longer had the inclination to confront Xuan Chong; they swarmed out, surrounding Xia Chichi in the middle, "Is the Demoness here to attend the banquet or to make trouble!"

"Heh..." Xia Chichi laughed lazily, "I also don’t know if you’re here to invite guests or to show off. If it weren’t for a formal banquet invitation, by killing in the Worldly Society, wouldn’t my Four Symbols Sect be slaughtering the Wang Family’s dogs?"

With her words, her slender hand flicked out.

The trapped leader flew out like a cannonball, crashing heavily against the gate and rolling into the outer courtyard like a tumbling gourd.

Xia Chichi strolled forward leisurely. The group of guards didn’t dare to stop her, watching helplessly as she entered the door.

There were a few guards still clutching the bronze door bolts inside, who instinctively backed away.

Beneath the White Tiger mask, her eyes spun round and round, and suddenly, she reached out. Nobody saw how it happened, but the door bolt was already in her hands, her slim figure holding the bulky item, a juxtaposition that was somehow endearing.

The tiger head tilted slightly, then suddenly she flung the door bolt toward the side of the street, "What are you looking at! This is pure copper, worth some money, go buy yourself a drink."

"Roar!" As the door bolt flew, it emitted a tiger’s roar and dragon’s chant, turning into a golden light as it headed straight for the group of people on the street corner.

To the spectators, it almost seemed as if the door bolt transformed into a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey mid-flight.

Could anyone hit by it on the street corner still be alive?

Just as people were about to scatter, a large hand reached out from the crowd and caught the door bolt with ease, as if a tiger’s head had been forcefully pressed down.

Turning their heads, they saw Zhao Changhe holding the door bolt, chiding, "Little troublemaker, spoiling my enjoyment."

The little White Tiger tilted her head and smiled, "What’s so good to look at!"

Zhao Changhe weighed the door bolt in his hand and said with a smile, "Then let’s smash it to pieces."

"Whoosh!" The door bolt flew back, its roar more fierce and violent than before.

If it had been like a tiger pouncing on its prey earlier, now it seemed to transform into a golden dragon soaring through the Nine Heavens.

With a "boom," the door bolt slammed heavily against the gate. The thick wooden door was smashed to smithereens by the throw, never to be closed again.