Chaotic World Book
Chapter 332 - 325 Affairs

Chapter 332: Chapter 325 Affairs

Zhao Changhe wasn’t as lucky as when he and Yue Hongling fell into the Xuanwu Secret Realm, landing on a soft jelly bed.

But at least it wasn’t too bad, the ground below wasn’t lava... It was another independent space, not a volcano.

Below was soil, charred, burnt, but not hardened into clumps, loosely packed.

Both of them plunged into the soil, dust-covered, they climbed out, looking around with a mix of astonishment.

Though this place also lacked sun and moon, it wasn’t dark, for there was fire. A flame, half a man’s height, burned quietly not far ahead, having endured through the whole epoch, through countless times, eternally undying.

Zhao Changhe felt that even Newton’s coffin board couldn’t suppress this.

Knowing this was essentially a fantasy world, he hadn’t felt it was this exaggerated—what fuel is this running on, and how is the air maintained?

But at this moment, he couldn’t afford to think too much, nor had the energy to move closer for a better look.

His injuries had rendered half of his body immobile, the pain causing him to sweat profusely, his blood still flowing. Not just pain, the dizziness from blood loss began to assault him, Zhao Changhe tried to rise, but groaned and collapsed back into the soil.

If injuries weren’t enough, he didn’t know if Huangfu Qing’s sanity had returned; if she was still as fierce, he might really die here...

Since she knew to seal the space barrier with a flick of her finger before she fell, had her sanity returned?

As he was thinking this, he felt someone helping him up, leaning him against a soft, fragrant shoulder.

Looking up in the light of the fire, Huangfu Qing’s expression was calm, her eyes warm and tender, no longer holding the previous demonic and cruel fire.

Holding the blood-drenched Zhao Changhe, she showed no aversion, letting his blood thoroughly dye her beautiful mink fur red, like her usual red sacrificial robe...

With blood as the sacrifice, dye my red garment.

She fetched an elixir, stuffed it into Zhao Changhe’s mouth, then gently tore open the clothing on Zhao Changhe’s shoulder, hesitating for a moment, "Is there anything clean to use for bandaging?"

Zhao Changhe inwardly commented that even Yangyang had used her stomachers...

Forget it, mentioning it might get him killed, especially when the Winged Fire Snake Sister had finally become gentle; don’t turn her back with a single word.

Anyway, he had thrown all the luggage left at Yang Qianyuan’s station into his ring before entering the mountain, now far better equipped than when he and Yue Hongling were surviving on the deserted island. Zhao Changhe barely summoned the last of his strength to pull a medicated packet from his ring, the pain from the wound movements nearly causing him to faint.

Huangfu Qing bowed her head, applying the medicine to his wound, carefully wrapping it with bandages.

Zhao Changhe looked up at her.

You could tell she had never cared for anyone; she was as clumsy as Yangyang, her hands were made for killing.

Yet, the transformation of such a violent killer into a gentle "big sister" relieved the ferocity in her features, which made one’s heart itch, feeling like wanting to embrace her.

So, he really did hug her waist.

Huangfu Qing’s waist stiffened, and her bandaging hands instinctively tightened, causing Zhao Changhe to cry out in pain.

Huangfu Qing spoke irritably, "Don’t take advantage, or I might just strangle you!"

Though she said this, she didn’t use force to resist, fearing further strength might hurt him more.

So, Zhao Changhe continued to hold her.

Huangfu Qing pursed her lips, ignoring him, continuing to bandage, murmuring, "If I really killed you, would you regret it?"

Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but laugh, "That depends if there’s an Underworld in this world, if I can become a ghost to regret."

"Stop joking; you know what I’m asking."

"Someone asked me before, when facing the Vulture Hunting Teeth, if I was scared of death. I told her, I hadn’t thought about it, for once you think, no one would ever do it." Zhao Changhe spoke softly, "I never thought about what would happen to me... I just thought, if I hid inside and sealed the spatial barrier, I’d be safe, but you might forever be trapped in madness, or even encounter Ye Wuzong or the True Man of Yuxu, dying in Kunlun... I couldn’t let you alone outside in that state..."

Huangfu Qing wanted to say even if she encountered Ye Wuzong, she’d fight him; there’s no reason she’d die in Kunlun... but she didn’t say it out loud.

Whether she could defeat Ye Wuzong was meaningless; in a state of madness, it was very hard to avoid various traps and ambushes, and the chances of dying by lesser hands were high.

What mattered was his sentiment.

He worried about her, never caring that he himself might get killed.

"Between us..." Huangfu Qing hesitated and finally said, "Between us, there’s really no such deep relationship; you can’t think that just because I flirted with you, and you’ve felt my back on horseback, we have something special, right? I am a Demoness from the Demon Sect, do you understand? How did someone who trusts a demoness so easily survive till now?"

Zhao Changhe laughed, "Still trying to hide from me, the Xuanwu Venerable questioned you, and you admitted you liked me."

Huangfu Qing’s eyes widened.

In the chaotic Rocky Mountain, San Niang found a blob of jelly in the Xuanwu Secret Realm that hadn’t been harvested, wrapped in it, sleeping soundly and even smiling in her dreams.

Hehe, always so fierce, even daring to scold me!

"So how could I possibly sit back and watch a woman who likes me get into trouble?" Zhao Changhe’s arm around her waist tightened even further, as if he wanted to kiss her.

"Smack!" Huangfu Qing slapped her palm over his mouth and angrily said, "Damn Venerable... talking nonsense, how could she ever ask me such a thing!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Changhe didn’t buy into the proud talk at all. You don’t like me, so what’s our current situation? Holding me in your armpit, while I am still holding your waist; you haven’t struggled.

Obviously, San Niang is trustworthy.

Thank you, San Niang.

So instead of backing off, he puckered up and kissed the palm of her hand.

Huangfu Qing became furiously angry and was about to explode when suddenly she felt dizzy and weak in her arms, almost gently pushing him as if she was rejecting yet inviting him.

After exiting the berserk state, even if it wasn’t a complete collapse like Zhao Changhe had, there surely had to be a brief period of weakness when she couldn’t gather her strength.

To Zhao Changhe, wasn’t this a clear case of not wanting to lose face but yet rejecting and inviting?

This was even more enticing; sister sure knows how to play.

Though injured, Zhao Changhe was only externally wounded and not so powerless; seeing the demoness Ms. Sister showing signs of rejection yet inviting, he wouldn’t be polite. He tightened his arm and leaned in, really kissing Huangfu Qing on the face.

He... he actually dared to take liberties with me?!

Huangfu Qing’s mind went blank, too weak to struggle, too speechless to curse, while his murmuring whispers reached her ears, "I like you too... thank you, Vermilion Bird Venerable, for sending you to me."

Who am I, and who is me?

Yes, in his heart, this is the Winged Fire Snake, not the Vermilion Bird...

Huangfu Qing’s mind was confused, still trying to sort out the logic, feeling a warmth on her lips.

Seeing that she hadn’t dodged or pushed him away when he kissed her face, the man who gained an inch wanted a mile and moved to her lips.

It felt like an electric shock exploded, surged into her mind, and spread through her body, leaving Huangfu Qing completely devoid of thought, her mind a blank slate.

Was I kissed by a man?

The Vermilion Bird was kissed by a man from Mystical Gate Eighth Layer, much younger than herself... How could she still stand in the Worldly Society, lead the Sect, or face Chichi...

Should I kill him?

But he doesn’t know.

In his heart, this is a Winged Fire Snake who likes him...

But do I like him?

How could I? I was only teasing him...

How did it turn into this...

After what felt like ages, just as the man tried to push further and knock on the door, Huangfu Qing suddenly found a bit of strength and fiercely pushed him away, "Enough!"

Both slightly gasping, Huangfu Qing pushed forcefully against his chest, wanting to say something but truly not knowing where to start, her heart in turmoil. In the end, she could only say this, "You’re severely injured, drenched in blood, and all you can think about is this!"

Zhao Changhe blinked, "Qing, as in Huangfu Qing; shi, as in matters. Of course, I think of matters..."

Huangfu Qing couldn’t help but laugh at his anger, "Did you learn to play with words from Tang Wanju?"

"No, no, just a moment of inspiration."

"You want matters with Huangfu Qing?" Huangfu Qing found a good reason to push him back, "Though I’m not a Holy Daughter, I’m also a high-ranking member of the Sect, and even if I can be with a man, there’s no reason to be with an outsider; it should be someone from the Four Symbols Sect. If you must, find the Venerable and join the Sect first."

Zhao Changhe blinked again, touched his ring, and pulled out another pig face mask.

It wasn’t the cute pig mask the two originally had, this pig face was fiery red, with fierce fangs and eerie fire patterns, imposing and somewhat demonic looking. The mask seemed to have a special material, possibly offering some protection and enhancing power.

Huangfu Qing’s heart skipped a beat, how does he have this?

Zhao Changhe smiled amiably and shook the mask, "I’m the Room Fire Pig, am I not one of Winged Fire Snake sister’s own?"

Huangfu Qing stared dumbfoundedly at the pig face, her mind echoing only one phrase, "Yuan San Niang, I’m not done with you!"

The next moment, the pig-headed man kissed her again, and Huangfu Qing watched his approach, completely unsure how to refuse.

Their lips met again, this time it wasn’t a sneak attack.

An eternal flame lightly flickered a few feet away, as if warming up like a campfire.

Witnessing the scene ahead, the Vermilion Bird spirit bird descended into the scorched earth, fallen to the mortal realm.