Chaotic World Book
Chapter 211 - 206: The Soul Freezing Bing Po’s Thousand Miles of Coldness

Chapter 211: Chapter 206: The Soul Freezing Bing Po’s Thousand Miles of Coldness

Xia Chichi’s gaze had become utterly infatuated, and the surging thoughts in her heart were beyond what she could express to others.

This might be the first gift she had ever given to him, just a few copper coins...

It was one thing for him to always carry it on his person, but what was most precious was that through all the storms, bloodshed, and travels, the gourd had miraculously remained intact...

It was as if the heavens were gingerly preserving his commemoration, safeguarding the past between him and her.

What moved her in that moment, by now, had left only joy behind.

As her thoughts drifted, she seemed to hear Wang Zhaoqing saying, "Brother Situ, you are neither injured nor in pain, do you wish to continue with the challenges?"

Situ Xiao stopped his drinking and wiped his mouth, "Have you organized this martial arts tournament with any rules? Or is it just free challenges for everyone?"

Wang Zhaoqing replied, "Originally, we planned to draw lots, but since Brother Situ has caused such a stir, it seems less interesting that way. Let’s just go with free challenges."

Situ Xiao praised, "Actually, you’re not bad..."

At least he could pick things up and let them go, showing a truly free-spirited nature, not darkening his face with frustration because his plans went awry.

Wang Zhaoqing smiled and said nothing.

Situ Xiao continued drinking, "I am temporarily done; let me take a rest. Let’s see if any other fights can stir my itch to join in again."

Wang Zhaoqing nodded, "Neither of you two are vying for the prize anyway, so, with that, let us officially begin the tournament. Are there any among you who wish to become an arena master like Brother Situ? If not, I will proceed with drawing lots."

He had thought no one else would come forward. Besides Situ Xiao and himself, who surpassed everyone else at the Mystical Gate Eighth Layer, who else would dare to challenge the masses and step up as an arena master, facing a gauntlet?

But just as the thought crossed his mind, a sudden appearance of a young girl in white, wearing a tiger-head mask, calmly stated, "Xia Chichi of the Four Symbols Sect requests guidance from the heroes under the heavens."

Zhao Changhe was in the middle of a drink and nearly choked to death, coughing violently.

On a distant rooftop, the observing Vermilion Bird was astonished.

Cui Yuanyang, with a piece of cake in his mouth, gaped in surprise.

The entire crowd’s expression changed.

The groups of threes could not comprehend, what is she doing?

Had she not just remarked on how she would have known better than to come to such a boring event, that it was a waste of time?

Was she perhaps stirred by the excitement of the previous fight, itching to join the fray?

But with her delicate identity, wasn’t this an outright provocation to the orthodox way? Judging by the change of everyone’s face, it was clear this was very different from Situ Xiao’s appearance. Could she possibly withstand a gauntlet of challenges?

Moreover, as the Holy Daughter of the Four Symbols Sect, participating in the Wang Family’s tournament, she was practically trampling on her sect’s dignity. Wouldn’t the Vermilion Bird Venerable flog her to death when she returned?

Yet, Xia Chichi indifferently asked, "What counts as a victory? Defeating all the opponents? Or just having the most wins will suffice?"

She really was planning to participate in the competition as a contender...

The Vermilion Bird squinted its eyes, suddenly realizing what Xia Chichi was up to.

Zhao Changhe finally rushed to her side, pulling at her sleeve and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Xia Chichi smiled, "Helping you win a treasure."

Zhao Changhe’s heart skipped a beat as he stared at the little tiger mask, unable to utter a word.

Xia Chichi added, "I’m recruiting you for the Holy Sect, as that’s your condition. So don’t dissuade me with pretense, I must fight this battle."

Vermilion Bird: "..."

Oh right...

On the other side, Wang Zhaoqing was actually quite delighted. With the Holy Daughter of the Four Symbols Sect joining the tournament, the prestige and authority of the event would certainly rise a notch. As for Xia Chichi snatching away the rewards? Impossible, she didn’t have the strength to cope with a targeted onslaught.

With this in mind, he said, "If we proceed with drawing lots, then naturally only the final victor counts. As for free challenges, it is indeed the one with the most victories who wins, as no one can withstand a gauntlet and defeat all comers—not even Brother Situ and I would boast of such a feat."

Xia Chichi nodded and calmly asked, "Then... who will offer me guidance?"

Lu Bingcheng could no longer hold back and was the first to leap out, "Demoness, I shall be your opponent!"

He had to be the first one to step forward since he had been the one provoking trouble earlier. If he didn’t dare to make a move now, wouldn’t people laugh to death?

Xia Chichi glanced at him and said indifferently, "If this were an ordinary time, you wouldn’t even qualify to spar with me. Today, for the sake of adding another victory, consider it your good fortune."

Grass?

Even though he was initially forced into this, Lu Bingcheng now burst with genuine anger, scoffing, "Then let this one see whether the skills of a Holy Daughter of the Four Symbols Sect are as incredible as they’re made out to be!"

"Clang!"

The longsword was drawn, aiming straight for Xia Chichi’s mask, as if to sweep her face off in full view of everyone.

Lu Bingcheng was at the Mystical Gate Sixth Layer, ranked twentieth on the Hidden Dragon List.

There was something ironically humorous about it. Almost all of those in the top fifty of the Hidden Dragon List were above the Sixth Layer, yet the one in the eighteenth position was only at the Fifth Layer, which stood out sorely, yet no one found anything amiss.

After all, the Hidden Dragon List wasn’t a ranking of strength. Zhao Changhe’s monstrous cultivation speed and grasp of real combat added too many points in potential determination. Who would dare to challenge that, if you doubt it, why not try to reach that level in eight or nine months yourself?

Not to mention eighteenth place, now if you said his potential was in the top three, probably everyone present would agree.

But Zhao Changhe knew he couldn’t be in the top three. Cultivation speed was only one indicator of potential, not everything. For example, it couldn’t represent that one would definitely overcome some major thresholds in the future. The closer to the apex of the pyramid one’s rank was, the more it had to be genuine Eighth or Ninth Layer practitioners, those who had truly been tested, and not let a Fifth or Sixth Layerer ascend to the top three.

I digress; Xia Chichi was at the Mystical Gate Seventh Layer, Lu Bingcheng at the Sixth Layer; on paper, Xia Chichi outclassed him completely. But this difference wasn’t significant, and everyone was on the Hidden Dragon List, so one mustn’t be careless, otherwise, an upset could happen...

Additionally, Lu Bingcheng might not necessarily need to win. As long as he made you expend more effort, the ensuing battles would naturally become increasingly difficult.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the sword’s tip crossed the vast hall, and in the blink of an eye, it came within three inches of the mask.

Xia Chichi had been standing there calmly all along until this moment when she suddenly made her move.

Bing Po was unsheathed, and a burst of cold light flashed.

Those far away seemed to feel the bone-piercing sharpness and chill, which stung their faces painfully.

Some hadn’t even seen it clearly when they saw blood spurt from Lu Bingcheng’s chest. He fell to one side like a kite with its string cut, curling up into a ball, whether from pain or cold was unknown. The wound started to rapidly form ice, an extremely eerie sight.

The entire arena was shocked.

He was defeated by a single sword strike!

Zhao Changhe returned to his seat, mouth half open in amazement.

It was also the first time he had seen Chichi officially make a move, so strong...

That unrivaled sharpness of the Sword Intent, even from the side, allowed him to feel Lu Bingcheng’s despair; it was a killing intent that could annihilate everything, the ice-cold chill that could freeze the soul.

Zhao Changhe suddenly had a realization—I’m fucked, I probably can’t beat Chichi.

Hold on, Chichi actually is a cold and ruthless swordsman... does that even match up with the Chichi I know... she’s supposed to be nice and cute...

In the distance, an elder from the Wang Family sighed softly, "This is White Tiger’s Edge, unseen for many years, now reemerging in the world. The sword is an Ice Sword, which seems to inherit the Xuanwu Technique as well... Could she also possess the Azure Dragon Technique? What a wild ambition."

"If you add Chi Li and Yue Hongling, this edition of the Hidden Dragon... or perhaps this is the strongest batch in a century, truly a time where the winds rage and stars shine bright."

Vermilion Bird took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

People only knew of Vermilion Bird since long ago, as if Four Symbols had no one else... The long-sealed edge of White Tiger had finally reappeared in this world.

This is the future of the Four Symbols Sect! How could Vermilion Bird allow such a Holy Daughter to go off and fall in love with someone!

Xia Chichi didn’t even glance at Lu Bingcheng, who was lying curled up to one side. Holding her sword horizontally, she pointed it outwards and said faintly, "Who else among the heroes... would like to enlighten me?"

The entire place became hushed, the silence so profound that one could hear a pin drop, interrupted only by Lu Bingcheng’s groaning sounds, which seemed particularly penetrating in the quiet.

Some of the practitioners whose ranks were similar to Xia Chichi’s were intimidated by this Qi Field and hesitated. They pondered over the sword strike Xia Chichi had just performed.

Among the Seventh Layer, if they too were defeated in a second, wouldn’t that be too shameful?

The roar of the White Tiger echoed in the hall, and the presence of Xuanwu arose from the icy ocean, with the bone-chilling cold penetrating everyone’s hearts, frosting over thousands of miles.