Chaotic World Book
Chapter 206 - 202 Langya Sword Debate

Chapter 206: Chapter 202 Langya Sword Debate

The entire room was shocked.

Even the person who was sprayed couldn’t speak, dumbfounded.

They say the Demon Sect has no manners, but Zhao Changhe is right here showing us what true lack of manners looks like! Ugh, wait, why is it any of your business, anyway? Is Xia Chichi your wife?

Vermilion Bird stood on a distant rooftop, looking towards the banquet hall’s entrance, his gaze also filled with surprise.

As part of the Demon Sect, the Four Symbols Sect undoubtedly has made many enemies. It’s not strange for the Holy Daughter to attract trouble at such a banquet—it wouldn’t be surprising if there were victims among the crowd. Although it couldn’t have been Xia Chichi who caused harm, since she has never done such things, it was normal for her to be targeted.

Just a few days ago, didn’t Xia Chichi ask what to do if she was bullied? Vermilion Bird answered at that time, "You will have your most reliable support inside."

But Vermilion Bird hadn’t expected that this was more than just support—Zhao Changhe’s protective behavior towards her was explosive. It seemed that in his eyes, bullying Xia Chichi was no different than slapping him across the face.

Zhao Changhe might have a notorious reputation in the Worldly Society, but he had actually started to earn a name for heroism, yet he didn’t care at all.

No wonder Chichi finds him unforgettable, what a headache.

Amidst the shock, that person finally spoke coldly, "Everyone says Zhao Changhe has long since abandoned the Blood God Sect, and sending a defenseless woman home, slaying Maitreya’s vanguard, should place him among the orthodox ranks. Now it seems, not only is he still a Worldly Society outlaw, but even his so-called defection from the Blood God Sect is questionable... The Four Symbols Sect is your superior, right? Otherwise, why are you so eager to show off in front of your master?"

Zhao Changhe sneered, "I’ve always been an outlaw in the Worldly Society; who has the patience to put on airs with you? Speaking of manners, how others dress is their own business, and the host hasn’t said anything; when did it become your place to meddle? Is this your quality? State your full name; let’s see which family’s child lacks education."

"You!" That person stood up abruptly, pointing at Zhao Changhe, about to say something, when the young master in the main seat finally smiled faintly, "This is my birthday banquet; let’s not quarrel here and save me some face."

That person looked at Wang Zhaoqing in surprise, but his smile remained unchanged.

Mollified, the person sat back down, saying no more.

Zhao Changhe and his wife caught on to this detail, and they both smiled inwardly.

Who demonstrates such idiocy regardless of the occasion? Even if there’s enmity with the Four Symbols Sect, it shouldn’t come to this, especially since Xia Chichi doesn’t even recognize the person. Where could this great enmity come from? Those with real grievances are actually holding back... It’s clear that this is at Wang Zhaoqing’s instigation.

The only reason for such an instruction was to test Zhao Changhe. His identity must be something the Wang Family handles with utmost caution.

Was it both a test of Zhao Changhe’s relationship with Xia Chichi and his temperament? Have they figured it out now?

Well, it’s best to be considered a crude brash man; this persona is too useful.

Zhao Changhe intentionally raised his voice, "I’m willing to save the host’s face, but it seems to me that the one who isn’t giving face isn’t me. Who is this person, barking in front of the host first?"

That person glowered, and Wang Zhaoqing gestured, "This is my good friend, Lu Bingcheng of the Lu Family from Fanyang, ranked twentieth on the Hidden Dragon Level. Brother Lu was also protecting my face; indeed, it’s rare for guests to wear masks at a regular banquet, and I forgot for a moment that it’s customary for the Four Symbols Sect. I apologize on behalf of Brother Lu, so let’s all take a step back and take our seats, shall we?"

Zhao Changhe thought to himself how formidable this was—not the Lu Family’s formidability, but Wang Zhaoqing’s attitude.

Because the name of Lu of Fanyang sounds intimidating, but in reality, their status is somewhat inflated and a bit humdrum, possibly not even better than the Tang family, maybe even worse. Though the overall Lu Family might be slightly better than the Tang family, they don’t have a place within the top three of the Earth List. Compared to the Wang Family, they are completely out of their league.

Where does Wang Zhaoqing come off acting like a preposterous dimwitted young master? Hadn’t his words made Lu Bingcheng see him as nothing less than a brother?

Including himself, Zhao Changhe thought, his own outburst just now was fine, but if he were to continue making a scene, it would look unreasonable to others.

He turned to see what Xia Chichi would say, but saw that the little tigress had been standing peacefully by his side the whole time, like a quiet bride, leaving it all up to him. Seeing him look her way, her beautiful eyes were filled with amusement, suggesting that whatever he decided would be fine.

Zhao Changhe also smiled and made a polite gesture, "I’m a blunt man with no manners, making everyone witness a farce."

Wang Zhaoqing said, "Please take a seat at your leisure, there are no seating arrangements by order of arrival."

Having observed the situation in the hall for a while, Zhao Changhe had already understood it clearly. This was an enormous banquet hall, but the seating was sparse; Wang Zhaoqing sat at the host’s seat, with rows of tables and chairs extending single file to the entrance on both his left and right.

Behind the two rows of tables and chairs, the vast area was occupied by musicians and dance troupes preparing to perform.

The so-called "as you please" seating appeared casual and not fixated on rank and status like an Aristocratic Family, but this was actually a solution born out of necessity—Cui Yuanyang was here, and according to the Hidden Dragon rankings, she would be seated somewhere around the nineties. Placing her seat to the back? The Cui Family would have a bone to pick with you. But allowing her to sit as a distinguished guest on either side, what would others with higher rankings think? What kind of banquet was this supposed to be, a Hidden Dragon or a family gathering?

In the end, it was simpler to let everyone sit wherever, which also seemed free-spirited and generous.

Zhao Changhe looked around for a seat, his eyes immediately landing on Cui Yuanyang.

The young lady was residing at the Wang Family, so of course, she was already in the hall. She didn’t take the seat of honor but chose a place in the middle section, corresponding to her rank as ninety-ninth in the Hidden Dragons, then quietly sat there, gently lifting her sleeves, pouring tea for herself. The previous commotion seemed not to affect her at all; the matter of ranking and seating was like drifting clouds to her. With her eyes demurely low, she sat there quietly and gracefully, a true gentlewoman of a distinguished family.