Chaotic World Book
Chapter 314 - 307: How the Demoness is Made

Chapter 314: Chapter 307: How the Demoness is Made

If it were merely this, Zhao Changhe felt that Chichi’s action of questioning the Oiran in a brothel was somewhat off course.

Here is where... is the City of Evil.

The Oiran might not really be an Oiran; she could be some venomous female antagonist hiding her identity here, and at the very least, the brothel’s owner definitely is—as these women are all subordinates trained by some powerhouse. For instance, Qianqian clearly knew she was "trying to harm the gentleman next door" and was "eavesdropping," yet she showed no reaction; to them, such incidents might be very common.

Do you expect these women to provide you with genuinely useful information? Or expect her to help you?

Trying to replicate your approach in Yangzhou when you were looking for such as smoke?

No no, Chichi almost never speaks the truth on ordinary days; there must be another purpose behind her actions—most likely it has all been an act, pretending to gather information from all directions as a newbie.

It was very likely that her target was the brothel itself, merely misleading others into thinking she was here for other information.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he heard the Oiran asking, "If Master Luo truly has some objective, you can actually tell us directly. If we can help, collaboration isn’t out of the question..."

Xia Chichi chuckled, "Oh, dropping the act? After so many days of playing the weak and moaning, isn’t that a pity?"

The Oiran replied, "It’s the same for both of us. Hasn’t Master Luo been beating around the bush for several days too? Always getting handsy but never going further, truly afraid that I’d sap you..."

Xia Chichi just laughed, "Aren’t you afraid?"

The Oiran continued, "Actually, there’s no need to. Many foreigners who are new here don’t understand this place and often come to the brothel to inquire. Master, you’ve been overly cautious."

That sounds nice, but if your purpose happens to clash with the interests of your boss behind you, you might end up dead in this den of beauty; beating around the bush is the only normal approach. This is also a process of mutual probing.

Xia Chichi played exactly that role, having acted for several days until now, gradually making the other party believe she was unrelated and finally starting to lay her cards on the table.

"Since that’s the case, then I’ll speak openly, haha." Xia Chichi said with a smile, "I indeed came here to chase down an enemy, but how can you assure me, once I give the name, that you won’t turn around and sell me out?"

Besides those seeking refuge in Kunlun, of course, the most prevalent are those seeking revenge, but the latter generally return without success, let alone finding the person; more likely, they end up mysteriously dead under the hands of unrelated individuals. Now, such avengers rarely dare to come, but that doesn’t mean there are absolutely none, like the current "Master Luo."

Upon hearing this, the Oiran laughed, "If Master says so, then there’s no solution... Why not take a gamble? Let me put it this way, if the person Master is looking for is someone who entered a while ago, I really dare not claim we could rush to the Dragon King Temple; but if it’s someone who came recently, then it truly has nothing to do with us, or at least very little connection, and as long as the price is right, it’s negotiable."

"So, Yang Qianyuan arrived less than a year ago, does that count as recent?"

"Master is indeed looking for Yang Qianyuan. We also feel that attracting a jade-like gentleman like you these past two years is mostly related to the Yang of Hongnong..."

"If you all think this way, does Yang Qianyuan himself know?"

The Oiran laughed till she trembled, "The city is so big, he can recognize people from a few streets in a year; even if he sees Master face-to-face, who knows if it’s an outsider or a local? As long as we don’t reveal it to him, he naturally won’t know."

Xia Chichi laughed, "Then you really know his whereabouts?"

"I don’t know, you’ll have to ask our madam."

"Then why not go ask? Or better yet, have your madam come meet in person, perhaps there are other pieces of information to buy, it’s always inconvenient to relay messages every time."

The door opened, and the Oiran went out to find the madam.

The room quieted down.

At this moment, Zhao Changhe was eighty percent sure that Xia Chichi’s target was this madam.

Enduring patiently for a few days, merely to dispel the other party’s vigilance, to confront the hidden boss and strike fatally. Only someone who understood Xia Chichi incredibly well like him would think of this layer, others could hardly guess such true intentions.

As for seeking Yang Qianyuan, it’s unclear whether it’s purely a bluff, or if there’s some truth to it, possibly handling it incidentally.

Chichi is indeed remarkable, but Zhao Changhe felt at this moment that the Oiran was even more remarkable.

Because, apart from the sound of the door opening, he couldn’t hear the Oiran’s footsteps at all. Including now, there were footsteps approaching from afar next door, seemingly the madam’s, but there were only those of one person, still no sound from the Oiran.

This kind of Qinggong, in today’s perspective, is not that extraordinary; Chichi’s Qinggong might even be more impressive—it’s completely a habit formed by daily caution, moving without noise. And this habit, invisibly, became a flaw; a mere Oiran, yet her strength surpassed that of the boss!

He wondered if Chichi had noticed this layer, and if not, whether she would stumble...

Qianqian changed several tunes, seeing this gentleman leaning against the wall drinking, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat irked, "Sir, my hands are getting numb. You’ve listened for a long time, why not say something, or would it be better to just go over and ambush him?"

Zhao Changhe snapped back to reality and casually chuckled, "Shall I play for you then? Or maybe you play for me?"

Qianqian’s eyes were seductive as silk, "How do you want to play, sir..."

Someone had already entered next door. Zhao Changhe held his sword hilt.

Then he heard a middle-aged woman’s voice laughing, "Are you looking for Yang Qianyuan?"

Xia Chichi laughed, "Yes. Madam, do you have any clues?"

"Of course, there is, but what price is the young master willing to pay?"

Xia Chichi made the same move that Zhao Changhe had made just moments earlier, pulling out a gold ingot and casually stuffing it into the madam’s bosom, "Is this enough?"

The patrons overreacted to this gesture, but the madam didn’t find anything amiss and let Xia Chichi slip the gold ingot in with a smile.

Yet, the ingot suddenly stopped in front of her. Xia Chichi smiled and said, "Where is Yang Qianyuan?"

The madam, still smiling, replied, "In the eastern part of the city with the Yukun Gang, under Heavenly Spirit Zi."

"Alright, thanks." Xia Chichi released her hand, and the gold ingot went into the bosom.

But just as Xia Chichi’s hand emptied, a short blade, its origin unknown, sprung from her sleeve and stabbed fiercely towards the madam’s chest!

The information was now obtained, and the approach had been achieved, just like a harmless milk tiger suddenly baring its sharp fangs!

The madam, who was actually a formidable expert, managed to dodge backward abruptly amidst this unexpected turn, kicking out at Xia Chichi’s abdomen, attempting to push her back.

At the same moment, the Oiran’s face changed, and she chopped at Xia Chichi’s neck with her palm.

As the palm struck, the air filled with a pink mist, a bizarre form of Poison Palm.

However, no matter how swiftly they reacted, they could not escape the fast-as-thunder strike from Xia Chichi. The short blade plunged doubtlessly into the madam’s heart and then, with a fluid motion as flowing as water, she discarded the blade and spun around, gracefully evading the madam’s kick.

The spin stirred up a whirlwind, dispersing the Oiran’s pink mist, her left hand slapping horizontally, striking a blow against the Oiran.

She seemed somewhat overwhelmed by the Oiran’s palm strike and leveraged the force to flee through the window, exclaiming, "Who would have thought that the notorious Venomous Spider would have such tender skin; these past few days have been quite delightful. Thanks for the hospitality, farewell."

It turned out the Oiran was the aforementioned Venomous Spider. Xia Chichi had had it all figured out from the beginning!

Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but smirk, finally letting go of the tension he had been holding.

She had indeed managed to assassinate her target right under the nose of the ranked fifty-eight on the Human List, and the entire process had been achieved by tricking the fifty-eighth of the Human List.

It had been a long time since I’d seen her, and by now, Xia Chichi had already acquired the cunning methods of a demoness, capable of causing calamity. In many stories, such a woman would often be the main character’s long-term formidable foe, whether they would end up in love or enmity was another matter.

Zhao Changhe didn’t know what kind of fate this was, as his turned out to be contrary to others’; this was actually his first love.

The window shattered, and the white-robed gentleman gracefully made his exit, leaving countless watching courtesans starry-eyed, even Qianqian dropping her jaw, "How handsome..."

Then, recalling a guest who fancied this type, she turned her head only to see the yellow-faced man who had just been haughtily sitting there was nowhere to be seen.

The Venomous Spider chased out of the window furiously swinging her sword. "Who on earth are you, and what grudge do you have with us?"

"Clang!" Ice Frost was drawn, returning a slash. Xia Chichi borrowed the force and flew over the courtyard wall, "We bear no grudge against you, Madame Venomous Spider, but that may not be true for the madam. The Four Symbols Sect eradicates traitors, and it’s none of anyone else’s business; those who obstruct me shall perish!"

Shadows loomed; the brothel’s guards were already blocking the wall.

Just as the phrase "those who obstruct me shall perish" finished, Ice Frost swung, a thousand miles of ice frost.

Countless sword glows mixed with drifting snow covered the wall. The gentle snow suddenly turned into a fierce threat; wherever the snowflakes brushed, blood stains splashed from throats.

Venomous Spider’s sword relentlessly followed behind. Xia Chichi stepped onto the wall, turning back and "ding ding ding ding" exchanged seven to eight sword strikes, feeling somewhat vexed.

She was weaker than this Venomous Spider, but her Qinggong was not inferior. If given space, she was confident she could escape.

The problem was this was someone else’s turf, the space wasn’t hers to command—she had to think again how to exploit the weaknesses...

While pondering, she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye.

A smile hooked at the corner of Xia Chichi’s mouth, and she suddenly leapt towards a narrow alley in another direction, clearing the wall.

Venomous Spider thought triumphantly, really running towards that alley? All our men are lying in wait there; just let them block you for a moment, and you won’t escape from the palm of my hand.

But as she swiftly pursued, Xia Chichi didn’t pause; stepping on roof edges and bending over tree tops, in an instant, she was gone, lost in the vast sky.

Venomous Spider: "?"

Looking down, the people lying in the alley meant to stop her lay sprawled on the ground, having been dealt with cleanly unknown when, providing no obstacle at all.

Her subordinates caught up, "Madam..."

In reality, each was somewhat shocked. Venomous Spider was famous for using poisons. Although her hand strength wasn’t necessarily great and her Qinggong might not be exceptional, she was notoriously challenging and rankling to face in actual combat. Many believed that in a real fight, she should rank higher than fifty-eight on the Human List.

Yet, this slap in the face occurred in front of a young nobleman, stabbing directly, and then casually drifting away. Neither catching nor keeping up in the chase, if her poison skill couldn’t be utilized, was it really useful in actual combat?

Venomous Spider’s face darkened, and she took a deep breath, her voice cold, "He really thinks that being extremely cautious while staying with me these past few days meant he wouldn’t be poisoned? Little does he know, a chronic poison has subtly set in long ago, which no one but myself can cure. I’ll wait, and see where he hides in a deserted corner, burning with heat, tearing at his own beautiful face!"