Chaotic World Book
Chapter 303 - 296: The Multifaceted Envoy

Chapter 303: Chapter 296: The Multifaceted Envoy

Due to being psychologically prepared, Yue Hongling’s farewell didn’t cause much of a ripple, though there was inevitably some reluctance to part.

Zhao Changhe knew her heart had not yet settled down... but this departure seemed a bit hasty, as if she was avoiding something.

Watching the people in the Martial Arts Arena, Zhao Changhe had a sudden realization and a slight smile crept onto his face.

Who said she wasn’t planning to stay? Wasn’t this the beginning of it? She was afraid of this beginning.

Zhao Changhe’s mood suddenly improved, and he waved his hand, "Brothers, do you want me to teach you a few moves?"

The crowd was overjoyed, "We’ve been waiting for Big Brother to say that!"

Zhao Changhe casually picked up an ordinary saber and weighed it in his hand, smiling, "You all know the Blood Evil Saber Technique, but I will teach you something even more special, the Yellow Sand Blade Technique of a Human List Grandmaster. It harnesses the power of wind and sand, and when unleashed, it whips up the air and stirs up fierce sands, an unstoppable force; when sneaking attack, it melds into the traces of wind and sand, silent and ubiquitous, elusive and hard to guard against... it is an extremely superior saber technique. Once learned, I suggest spreading it far and wide for everyone to learn."

If Hu Lie were here, who knows if he would be reinvigorated, strangle Zhao Changhe to death and then lie back down.

But in fact, Zhao Changhe wasn’t targeting Hu Lie, who was already a lost cause, but rather he had noticed that the martial arts of the tribes in the grassland deserts all had very similar traits. For example, the Spirit Fox Blade Technique of Chi Li and the features of Hu Lie’s blade were also essentially compatible. It is assumed there must be many similar tribes. Getting familiar with such techniques will be advantageous for the Martial Artists of the Central Plains in the future.

The Yellow Sand Blade Technique that Zhao Changhe had learned was only the tip of the iceberg, but with his current martial arts knowledge, he was already able to create a complete "Self-created Saber Technique" based on such characteristics and sword intent. This process of organizing and teaching it was also a process for him to familiarize and master the Yellow Sand Blade Technique all over again.

He had learned many sword techniques, and few saber techniques; this was a very beneficial addition, especially for inspiring further development of his own "Hell is Like This" saber intent.

During this time in Beimang, Zhao Changhe was planning to use this time for accumulation and settling down, to polish his saber technique and assimilate what he had gained beyond the border.

What Tang Wanjuang had said about "slowing down" was simply a process of taking in and letting go. He had roamed freely across the Northern Border, amidst military campaigns. Lacking settling time, now was the time to settle. No need to rush.

Additionally... he was waiting for someone, he had a premonition she would come.

...

This group of bandits actually had a good foundation.

They were all taught by the same teacher...

Although there were differences in individual talent, perception, and efforts, and originally each one was like a misshapen melon, giving Old Sun quite a headache, and he ended up especially favoring the clever and hard-working Zhao Changhe... but Old Sun was still responsible. He made sure everyone had a solid foundation, whether it was External Skill or saber technique. When demonstrated, everything looked proper, at least retaining its proper form.

Zhao Changhe, who had been mingling in the Worldly Society for so long, had seen plenty who were even less skilled than them.

After teaching the group saber techniques for about five or six days, Zhao Changhe’s injuries were healing day by day, and he also felt his understanding of saber techniques had deepened to a new level. What was more gratifying was that many people had actually made breakthroughs.

There were some who had been at the Mystical Gate First Layer, and now there were two who reached the Second Layer – the two who had prepared to compete on the stage before. And those who hadn’t even broken through the First Layer Mystical Gate were now showing a widespread trend of breakthroughs.

Maybe this half year’s imprisonment was also a period of accumulation and sedimentation... At least it had rounded off some of the impetuousness in their hearts, and so they were able to settle down and cultivate.

This wave of breakthroughs put Zhao Changhe in an extremely good mood. Logically speaking, a large group of individuals at the Mystical Gate First and Second Layers, when sent to the military, would be considered elite troops. He indeed had the intention to cultivate this group of people for a while, as they could be considered "direct descendants". Where would he send them in the future? Not to the military, of course, but for the Blood God Sect.

Although the barbarians had retreated, the Central Plains had become even more chaotic instead of calming down. During such times of turmoil, Sect Hierarch Xue would surely take action, now that he had risen to the Human List. These people were, in theory, Blood God Sect members, and he would need these people.

They would have their uses in time.

Don’t consider Sect Hierarch Xue to be a clown; he was the leader of the Demon Sect, cruel indeed. Zhao Changhe never underestimated him and even now, he hardly dared to approach him directly...

"Yo!" A fragrant breeze brushed by, and a giggling voice came from beside him: "Look what I’ve found? A hundred elites, hey!"

The Martial Arts Arena was in disarray, and those who were practicing their saber skills nearly twisted their necks.

Where did this seductive woman come from? She exuded mature and enchanting charm all over, like a fully bloomed rose.

Just how many chiefs’ wives do you have?

Zhao Changhe acted as if he knew what was coming and didn’t even turn his head, "Practice your saber techniques, what are you looking at? Want a woman, do you? Once you’ve cultivated to the Mystical Gate Eighth Layer, you’ll have your chance too."

"Psh... Boss, if you’re cursing us to stay virgins just say it outright."

"Although I’m really thankful that you guys caused such a commotion and created an opportunity for me and Hongling, I still need to clear this up—she’s not my woman, I’m not qualified to touch her, so stop staring with those cow eyes."

Having said that, Zhao Changhe finally turned around and gave a slight smile to the newcomer, "I’ve been expecting San Niang for quite some time. I thought you’d find me quickly since the Beimang area has your information network, but it still took quite a while."

San Niang looked on with interest as Zhao Changhe clarified things with his subordinates, then she chuckled, "And here I have other things to do; you think I have nothing better to do than to keep an eye on you? Get over yourself."

"Alright then." Zhao Changhe made a ’please’ gesture with his hand, "Shall we go inside for a drink?"

San Niang turned to look at the yearning faces of the crowd, laughing, "Inviting me into your house, aren’t you afraid of being misunderstood?"

Zhao Changhe said, "I’ve said what I needed to clarify. What others think is out of my control. It’s not like the house is a single room. I’m the Village Chief; don’t I have the luxury of a private courtyard?"

San Niang burst out laughing, "Yes, yes, the awe-inspiring Village Chief of Beimang, impressive indeed."

"Of course, I can’t compare to the commanding officer of the Yellow Sand Market." Leading the way, Zhao Changhe said, "Please."

With keen interest, San Niang followed him into the house and watched as he brought out a jug of wine, a plate of beef jerky, and a dish of peanuts, "This time I’m truly hosting San Niang, our mountain stronghold is modest, so I hope you don’t find it too simple."

"As long as I’m being treated, I’m happy." San Niang leisurely sipped her wine and smiled, "You knew I would come?"

"The cooperation between Ying Wu and me got off to a start, but we didn’t get into specifics. The last thing we talked about was finding Dragon Elephant Blood Ginseng, and I figured he’d be off hunting for clues. Once he had a lead, of course he’d have his Envoy relay the information to me. And who could be a more suitable envoy between us than you? After all, I was the one who recommended you for the position of commander in the Yellow Sand Market."

"That’s true." San Niang drawled, "But with this move, Ba Tu might think I’m now spoken for. Should I be thankful for your recommendation or should I beat you up for it?"

Zhao Changhe was exasperated, "I made an honest recommendation, how people want to speculate is none of my damn business."

"Then why bother clarifying with your subordinates? Why don’t you go and clarify things with Ba Tu?"

"...who would specifically send a letter to clear such things up, wouldn’t that be admitting guilt where there is none?"

"I’ve been told that the reputations of women who come into contact with you tend to suffer."

"That’s not necessarily true, at least Vermilion Bird’s reputation is intact."

San Niang blinked and almost burst into laughter, finally saying after a long pause, "Speaking of envoys, actually, I think I’d be more suitable as an intermediary between you and someone else... You mention Ying Wu, but your real interest lies with Huangfu, doesn’t it?"

Sure enough, Zhao Changhe asked, "The Winged Fire Snake has something she wants you to pass on to me?"

"No." San Niang’s face was expressionless, "I’m one of the Four Symbols and she’s part of the Twenty-Eight Constellations, and she’d send a message through me? Who does she think she is? Actually, I went back and gave her a beating, made her kneel and repent for having a scandalous affair with a man outside of our sect!"

"Hey! She’s not the Holy Daughter, plus she’s not under your direct command, what’s it got to do with you, nosy parker!"

"So what?" San Niang said, "You think Vermilion Bird wouldn’t beat her up? Only Imperial Concubine is off-limits, otherwise, Vermilion Bird not killing her is lucky enough."

Zhao Changhe fumed, "Cult, idiot."

San Niang solemnly said, "Actually, since we’re so familiar, it’s not that I can’t do you a favor. If you were to steal away the Winged Fire Snake, I wouldn’t really mind. If Vermilion Bird gets angry, I’d cover for you. Think of it as gratitude for your recommendation, how about that?"

Zhao Changhe actually hemmed and hawed for a while before sighing, "Thanks for the thought, but Winged Fire Snake and I aren’t at that point yet... don’t get the wrong idea... she might have taken a bit of a fancy to me at best, but it’s far from what you all are thinking..."

"No misunderstanding here, I told her to repent for having an affair, and she didn’t deny it."

Zhao Changhe’s eyes lit up, "Really?"

Of course not... San Niang was laughing so hard inside that she could barely keep it together, but she kept a straight face, "Of course it’s true. Would I, the mighty Xuanwu, ever lie?"