Chaotic World Book
Chapter 357 - 350 I, Wang Daozhong

Chapter 357: Chapter 350 I, Wang Daozhong

"Securing the Heavenly Book is victory," thought Zhao Changhe, but he dared not try to see if he could kill Yan Que.

After being struck by lightning and taking a palm strike, the man only spat out blood... The Earth List is indeed the Earth List; to fight to the death felt like an insurmountable gap for Zhao Changhe, and it could have been in vain.

With the Heavenly Book taken, the environment should gradually return to normal; phenomena like the Thunder Path would likely start to dissipate. Better to take advantage of the Thunder Path while it still exists to hinder pursuit; first to flee would be the sensible thing to do, considering he has no idea of my identity.

As expected, Yan Que was unable to chase due to the thunder barrier; Zhao Changhe stuffed the Heavenly Book into his ring and scurried down the mountain like a wisp of smoke.

The environment hasn’t changed in the short term, and the trials were still present, but having experienced them made them much simpler. Ascending the mountain took over two hours, descending took less than half an hour, bounding over mountains and leaping across streams, he frantically left the Secret Realm, greeted by the sight of just half the sun peeking above the horizon.

Yet the moment Zhao Changhe saw the sunlight, his heart suddenly seized with piercing pain.

An intangible pressure enveloped him, making it hard to breathe, like being at the depths of the ocean where the crushing water pressure could flatten a person alive.

This was not water pressure, nor air pressure.

It was soul pressure!

A terrifying "soul voice" exploded in his mind, leaving no room to gather any coherent thought, with only one concept echoing: "I am going to die."

The next moment, suddenly, the pressure was cut off by something, followed by a strange burst of explosive noise before everything calmed down.

Zhao Changhe, gasping for air, looked up at the sky.

A surprised "Huh?" lingered faintly within the Soul Sea.

An ancient voice echoed through the distant dimensions in his heart, "So it’s you..."

The cold snort of the Blind Man was heard; there was no reply.

"So you couldn’t resist after all, and you personally took action, ha...hahaha..." The voice gradually faded, "Somewhat interesting... But this shouldn’t be. Are you sure you won’t regret it? Ha..."

The voice never reappeared, and Zhao Changhe could no longer see where the Blind Man was.

However, the rain stopped, the sky cleared, and the sun began to rise as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Changhe let out a long sigh, his body already soaked in a cold sweat.

It was truly like snatching food from a tiger’s mouth – he had forcibly contended on the Earth List and the Blind Man had retreated from the God Demon... but since it was for the Heavenly Book, it was all worth it.

Zhao Changhe didn’t linger. He quickly left the mountains for the city, headed straight for the post station, and mounted his horse, Wuzhui, kicking up dust as he rode away. What continuation of trial? To hell with that...

From afar, he seemed to see a cloud of dust raised by horses’ hooves heading toward Kunlun. Zhao Changhe steered his horse and took a detour, heading southeast.

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, among the morning mists, Yuxu stood on the edge of a cliff looking into the distance. Gazing out over the vast white landscape, it was unclear whether he could see the departing figure.

As if a voice echoed in his Soul Sea, "Why not chase?"

"You all couldn’t stop him; you want me to go?"

"That one won’t make a move against you."

Yuxu casually took a swig from his wine gourd, "This page of the Heavenly Book is quite particular about fate; forcing it would not be beautiful."

"That page of the Heavenly Book would be of great benefit to you."

"I am content lying in Kunlun; that is the greatest benefit."

"Foolish beyond measure!"

Yuxu chuckled, "What you wish me to do, I have done. Not getting it is due to the incompetence of Yan Que and the others; it has nothing to do with me. Now my debt is paid, and I am free and at ease. Whether foolish or wise, it concerns you not. Please leave."

The wise have always summed it up this way: Everything can be reduced to "none of my business" and "none of your business." Perfect the use of these phrases, and you become invincible.

Like Yuxu at this moment.

There was silence for a while before the other party spoke faintly, "I hope you won’t regret it later."

Yuxu repeated, "It concerns you not."

"Boom!"

A muffled explosion came from within the mountains; the voice speaking to Yuxu disappeared, and Yuxu, apparently too indolent to even pay heed to the changes within the mountain, continued to drink.

Because the Heavenly Book had been taken from the space, the anomalies inside began to fade gradually – ice melting, thunder ceasing, mazes dissipating, turning it into a Secret Realm Space no different from other Secret Realms, merely a vast one by size.

Yan Que, trembling, healed himself in a spot where the original place of the Heavenly Book had been, safe from the lightning. Once the thunder ceased, he took a deep breath and burst out of the Secret Realm in a fury, "Wang Daozhong! I swear we are sworn enemies!"

Wang Daozhong was the identity Zhao Changhe had assumed; Yang Qianyuan had shouted about this at the headquarters of the Money Gang when he was captured. The key people of the Money Gang were aware at the time. However, other powers truly didn’t know that the Wang Daozhong who had appeared at the Money Gang and the Zhao Changhe who had appeared at the Yukun Gang were the same person since these two powers were obviously hostile, and it wouldn’t occur to the average person to link the two.

Yan Que inquired with the eastern city forces and was told that Wang Daozhong had indeed appeared at the Money Gang.

As for the Money Gang who knew the truth, after suffering heavy losses from Heavenly Spirit’s tricks, it had declined. While Zhao Changhe had his hands full dealing with Huangfu Qing and Xia Chichi, Chen Yi had already taken action to integrate the Money Gang under his leadership. When Zhao Changhe handed over the Secret Realm affairs, it was Chen Yi who sealed the lips of the Money Gang.

Therefore, when Yan Que went to ask the Money Gang, the message he received was that Wang Daozhong had indeed appeared and even killed our acting gang leader Yang Qianyuan.

But to find this Wang Daozhong, truly, there was no trace.

While Yan Que was frantically searching the city for news of Wang Daozhong, in the east of Kunlun City, a lone rider entered the city and reached the post station where Zhao Changhe had stayed, looking around with curiosity, "Huh, there’s actually a post station in this city."

The post station was property of the Money Gang, and by this time it was also manned by veteran Money Gang members arranged by Chen Yi. Seeing a potential customer approaching, one immediately stepped forward with a smile, "Good day, sir. Would you like to stay at our inn?"

The newcomer dismounted, "I might just make a brief stopover." He inquired, "Have you heard of Zhao Changhe?"

Members of the Money Gang felt their hearts skip a beat. Now everyone was under Chen Yi’s wing, and Chen Yi had ordered them not to divulge anything about Zhao Changhe. Whoever dared to speak recklessly would be in for it. They answered, "We haven’t heard anything..."

The visitor pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Never mind. How do I get to Yuxu Peak?"

The people subconsciously bent their waists, asking cautiously, "Yuxu Peak is to the west of the city, just enter the mountains... May we know who you are..."

The visitor stated proudly, "Wang Daozhong of Langya Wang, here to visit Kunlun. You could help pass along a message."

The members of the Money Gang exchanged glances, their appraisal of this person turning suspicious.

Do we look like fools to you? We just got scammed, and here you come again. Does everyone think they are Wang Daozhong?

Now, with experience under their belts, they knew that the real Langya royalty never traveled alone in such a modest fashion. Anyone claiming to be Wang Daozhong like this was likely a scammer, just like Zhao Changhe the last time.

The crowd exchanged a few meaningful glances, then quietly led the visitor’s horse away while offering a placating smile, "Mr. Wang, please rest for a while. We will send someone to inform the mountain right away..."

Wang Daozhong said casually, "Make sure my horse is well-fed first."

"Sure thing," one of them fetched a basket of hyacinth beans and quietly poured them into the manger.

The food and drink served to Wang Daozhong were all laced with soporific drugs, while others hurried to notify Chen Yi and Ye Wuzong, just in case this really was Wang Daozhong...

Wang Daozhong, with his immense skill, was impervious to common soporifics. He comfortably had his fill and called out, "Shopkeeper, the bill..."

A thunderous shout came from afar, "Wang Daozhong has appeared? Where is he?"

A burly man shone with a blood-red light as he charged in from the end of the long street, "Wang, you’re a dead man!"

The savage Blood Demon Hand lashed out from a distance, and Wang Daozhong, caught off guard, countered with a palm strike.

"Boom!"

They were evenly matched, both staggering slightly.

"Good, the Sky-clearing Sea Suppressing Palm, what a delightful taste!" Yan Que’s expression was manic, "Have another taste of my palm!"

"Wait!" Wang Daozhong, completely bewildered, said, "Could you be the Blood Demon Hand, Yan Que? I have never met you..."

"You may not have met me, but I’ve seen your palm technique! Don’t think you can fool me by changing your appearance. Die!"

The battle between number thirty-three and thirty-five on the Earth List erupted in the eastern part of Kunlun City, and within a few moves, the post station had collapsed.

The members of the Money Gang didn’t mourn the loss of the post station, watching in astonishment.

To witness a battle of the Earth List, how many in this world could be so fortunate?

Er, no, if this person could really hold his own against the Blood Demon Hand, does it mean he truly is Wang Daozhong?

The Money Gang exchanged bewildered looks as the fight seemed to be tilting toward a conclusion.

Yan Que, after all, was battling with an injury, not fully healed, and was unable to defeat Wang Daozhong. Wang Daozhong couldn’t be bothered to fight this inexplicable battle, so he pushed Yan Que back with a palm, leaped onto his horse, and galloped towards Yuxu Peak in the west of the city.

However, unlike before, Yuxu Peak now had guards. It was unclear if Yuxu deliberately didn’t want to see the Wang Family.

In any case, two fierce-looking brutes stood at the mountain path entrance, raising their hands to stop the approach, "Halt!"

Wang Daozhong declared, "Langya’s Wang Daozhong, here to meet with Yuxu of Kunlun for an important discussion."

The guard demanded, "Please present proof of identity."

Wang Daozhong reached into his chest, his expression freezing.

The money was gone, identification, tokens, everything.

When had they disappeared?

During the fight? Or when that old man passed by during the meal?

But the old man hadn’t touched him.

Seeing his hesitation, the guard began to sneer, "Impersonating the Langya royal family, you’ve got guts. Please leave."

Wang Daozhong, both angry and anxious, was about to respond when Yan Que caught up from behind, "Help me catch this rascal, and there’ll be a reward for you!"

Yan Que’s authority was not to be underestimated here; without a second word, the guards unsheathed their weapons and lunged at Wang Daozhong.

What began as a one-on-one fight quickly turned into a beating. Knowing he was at a disadvantage, Wang Daozhong thought it better to leave and make sense of the situation later.

So, taking advantage of Yan Que’s palm wind not yet arriving, he knocked away the guards’ swords and steered his horse to dash away through the side.

He hadn’t gone far when the horse suddenly weakened, collapsing onto the ground and nearly sending Wang Daozhong over its head.

It was the effect of the hyacinth beans from the post station taking hold.

Fortunately, Wang Daozhong was adept, leaping into the air to avoid an embarrassing fall.

Turning to look back at the pursuing Yan Que and his horse frothing at the mouth on the ground, Wang Daozhong felt a mixture of sorrow and anger, yet throughout it all felt like he was stuck in a dream.

I just came to chase down Zhao Changhe... Is everyone here mad?

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PS: Even if JJ looks like a child, that is still a childlike image! Brothers, it’s only right to ask you for some monthly tickets as gifts~