Chaotic World Book
Chapter 213 - 208: Misty Purple Qi Fills the Rivers and Mountains

Chapter 213: Chapter 208: Misty Purple Qi Fills the Rivers and Mountains

This time, it was Zhao Changhe’s turn to bulge his eyes.

"Little girl, what the hell are you doing? The Cui Family Princess deigns to join the Wang Family martial arts competition? Didn’t your dad tell you to only bring your eyes and ears here?"

"No, even if your passion for martial arts has been ignited, and you want to fight someone, who can you beat?"

Cui Yuanyang seemed to know what he was thinking, and with her neck stiffened, she muttered, "A treasure that expands the meridians, can’t my Cui Family contend for it? If I can’t beat them, at the very least during my brother’s wedding discussion, I’ll demand this as my dowry!"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Xia Chichi twitched the corners of her mouth; it turned out to be for this reason.

The suspicious Xia Chichi now felt that the rabbit was not contending for a treasure, but for favoritism.

She straightened out her sleeves, drew her sword, and stepped forward: "I’ll fight you, please instruct me!"

Cui Yuanyang: "?"

Before Xia Chichi had taken two steps, she felt a tug on her collar and was dragged back by Zhao Changhe: "Stop messing around... You say you’re not hurt, but your Inner Breath is churning. Don’t think I don’t know; just rest and recuperate on the side. In case something happens later... "

Xia Chichi pouted her lips and stopped talking, though she felt this event was unlikely to change.

And Zhao Changhe was saying the same thing: "Although I feel that this event might really not undergo any other changes, just a test of martial arts, for the Wang Family, it’s just a political probe, nothing more... But it’s good... It lets me see the prowess of the Hidden Dragons of the Divine Continent, especially that of my Chichi."

Xia Chichi turned her head to look at him, with Zhao Changhe’s eyes sparkling.

Suddenly, the two inexplicably shared a feeling as if they had married first and fallen in love after... After their separation, everyone had changed so much, changed to the extent that both sides felt like they were meeting each other anew.

This Zhao Changhe, with his knife’s pressure bright and his demeanor reserved and deep;

This Xia Chichi, with her sword shattering Langya, dressed in white like snow.

Were they still the same people as before?

This feeling was really wonderful, even though they were the earliest acquaintances to each other.

"I don’t really have any flair to speak of," Xia Chichi said nonchalantly. "All things considered, I also felt the itch in my hands, and I’m quite happy about today’s fight... Actually, it’s not just me, even Wang Zhaoqing wasn’t as bad as expected before."

Zhao Changhe nodded, indeed Wang Zhaoqing seemed to have had his martial spirit awakened, his performance today might have even deviated from his family’s original plan...

Xia Chichi turned her head to look at Cui Yuanyang in the field and smiled slightly: "And her too."

Cui Yuanyang was fighting for treasure for Big Brother Zhao, but hadn’t she also stirred up the heat of her martial path?

Months in seclusion, penetrating the Qinghe Purple Energy, and being granted the Clan Guardian Sword—was it just for show?

Of course not, it was to verify what she had learned in front of the heroes of the world!

So to say, the Wang Family’s organizing of this event truly scratched the itch in many people’s hearts.

Suddenly, there was the sound of teeth grinding in the field: "Is there a hero who will come to instruct me? My feet are getting numb from standing!"

Everyone looked at each other with embarrassed faces.

Who the hell would "challenge" a cute, adorable fifteen-year-old girl, regardless of winning or losing, did one still want to keep their face?

Finally, anger appeared on Cui Yuanyang’s little round face: "Am I not considered a martial artist? Then I will take the initiative to challenge."

She paused for a moment and looked at Wang Zhaoqing, who was dressing his palm: "Big Brother Wang, you and I shall follow the battle between Situ and Big Brother Zhao, limited to the Fifth Layer, to validate our achievements, how about it?"

Wang Zhaoqing’s expression twitched: "I concede."

Cui Yuanyang remained silent, and suddenly with a palm extended, she struck straight towards his shoulder.

In a corner, Situ Xiao, who was drinking and watching the play, suddenly showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Wang Zhaoqing’s expression also instantly turned grave, and his uninjured left hand swung out in response.

With a "bang", their palms collided.

Due to the limitation to the Fifth Layer, this Sky-clearing Sea Suppressing Palm didn’t carry the same roaring sensation it had when it hit Xia Chichi earlier, but it was still fierce and explosive, always giving the impression that this delicate little girl could be slapped into a meat patty.

Yet on those slender jade-like hands, purple qi roiled tumultuously, with vast and enduring streams of qi force wave after wave, not even shaken back half a step.

Like the waters of Qinghe, deep and unfathomable, flowing ceaselessly.

Like the Vast Air, originating from a single heart, enveloping mountains and rivers.

That fierce and violent palm strike was gradually dissipated within the boundless expanse of mountains and rivers, eventually leaving no trace.

"Clap!" Their palms parted, and it was Cui Yuanyang who shook her hand, pushing Wang Zhaoqing away and making him take half a step back.

The entire place was in an uproar.

Although Wang Zhaoqing was suppressing his strength to the Fifth Layer, and he was using his less practiced left hand,

he actually found himself on the losing end!

Wang Zhaoqing himself couldn’t believe it: "This..."

Cui Yuanyang said earnestly, "The Chaotic World Book ranks Yangyang of the Hidden Dragon at ninety-nine, but I actually feel unworthy of it. They say I am young, but I’ve been practicing martial arts since I understood the concept, and it took me ten years to reach the Fifth Layer Heaven. How could I possibly deserve to be ranked in the top hundred? But I will work hard to prove myself worthy."

Her gaze swept over the onlookers, especially those whose cultivation was comparable to hers, and spoke word by word: "Cui Family’s Yuanyang steps into the Worldly Society, starting from today."

Regrettably, no matter how strong her performance or how formal her words, the crowd remained silent, and no one had the courage to challenge her.

Only Xia Chichi was eagerly clenching her fists, being firmly held back by Zhao Changhe by the sleeve.

Cui Yuanyang looked around the circle, and finally a hint of disappointment appeared in her large eyes, she shook her head and said, "If no one challenges, does that mean I win by default?"

Wang Zhaoqing heaved a long sigh: "Are you also here for the treasures of the meridians?"

Cui Yuanyang’s eyes flickered, and her formal and serious expression suddenly turned into a mischievous smile: "Can’t I want it too?"

Wang Zhaoqing said, "That’s not something like an elixir that you can just take; it requires entering a certain place. So..."

He paused, then burst into laughter: "After all this fuss, what is this Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition? It’s clearly just one family pouncing together, competing with a crowd of Hidden Dragons for a treasure."

Cui Yuanyang looked up to the sky, pretending not to understand.

"It’s also because my family has too many goals, causing everything to be a complete mess," Wang Zhaoqing chuckled. "We will discuss that item later. For now, how about Yuanyang sister sits down and let us return to the true atmosphere of a martial contest?"

Cui Yuanyang stared at him for a long while, then burst into a radiant smile: "Okay."

She knew Wang Zhaoqing had completely understood the significance of this place; when the Cui Family wanted that "treasure," there was no need for any martial competition to determine the victor—it was meaningless, for the mountains and rivers were already set.

But what a pity, the yearning for a vigorous and exhilarating battle against formidable opponents like Brother Zhao and Sister Xia became a vain luxury.

Wang Zhaoqing’s earlier words were indeed true; for people like them, seeking proper honing was difficult.

But it didn’t matter, for after Yuanyang struck with that palm, Brother Zhao’s gaze had changed.

Would he no longer see me as a child?

Cui Yuanyang returned to her seat, stealing glances at the expression of Zhao Changhe, who was expressionless, seemingly in contemplation. Cui Yuanyang pouted as she poked at the pastries on the table, then saw Xuan Chong jump into the arena, laughing: "Watching this contest, I can’t suppress the fervor in my heart; so here I am to make a fool of myself. Please enlighten me, everyone."

Just as he leaped out, another had also made a move to do so, but Xuan Chong had been quicker with his words.

The two exchanged a glance, then burst into laughter together, bowing in unison: "Brother, please!"

Wang Zhaoqing showed a smile; the competition had finally taken the shape it was supposed to.

Although the Wang Family’s desired political declaration seemed already achieved, Wang Zhaoqing suddenly felt a twinge of regret; if from the beginning, the contest had been purely about martial arts, wouldn’t it have been somewhat better?

The elegance of the Hidden Dragon fully displayed, the discussions about the Langya Swordsmanship were delightful to hear. How nice that would have been.

At the very least, there would have been no farcical incidents of breaking doors and stealing plaques, nor would the limelight have been stolen by Situ Xiao and Zhao Changhe from the start. Throughout it all, he, Wang Zhaoqing, was just a foil, tasteless even in victory.

He turned to look at Zhao Changhe and then transmitted a message: "Brother Zhao, after the contest, let’s go out for a walk. I have something to discuss with you."

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PS: I was ill a few days ago, and I haven’t recovered well these past days; I took a few days off. I’m feeling a lot better now, and I’ll try to get back to normal tomorrow. I’m getting old; I’m really quite frail now, sigh.