Chaotic World Book
Chapter 388 - 379: You Slow Down Too

Chapter 388: Chapter 379: You Slow Down Too

Of course, they weren’t looking for ducks in the room; they were grappling.

"Talk, what’s ’Puxin’?"

"Eh? Didn’t you just seem like you understood, pretending to get it but actually clueless... ow~ I said, I’m saying... it means universal values, unparalleled integrity... ow~ why are you still hitting me?"

"Don’t think that just because I don’t understand the meaning, I can’t tell it’s derogatory. Where’s your honesty?"

"Damn..."

"And you’re cursing!"

"Ow~"

Zhao Changhe felt that after that kiss, he’d fallen into an endless cycle of domestic violence. She was looking for any excuse to hit him, not caring about Puxin or his excuses; she clearly wanted revenge for that kiss.

The worst part was that he didn’t get any actual experience from it.

What’s the use of stopping the bleeding on the shoulder if there’s internal bleeding?

But then again, when someone like Tang Wanju, putting aside her usually calm and collected demeanor, wrestles with you on the bed...

Doesn’t that mean something has changed?

"The wound’s been treated; how much longer do you plan to laze on the bed?" Tang Wanju knocked on the bed frame and called, "Get up, don’t make me pull your ear."

Zhao Changhe sneaked a glance at her: "Hey."

"What?"

"What right do you have to pull my ear?"

"I..." Tang Wanju stiffened her neck and said, "Your qinggong, did you mix it with Water Stepping?"

"Yes."

"And that saber technique, is it combined with my Spring Water Sword Intent?"

"Yes."

"And your mental method, your grappling! Don’t I count as your teacher? Can’t a teacher pull your ear?"

Who was it that originally didn’t want to overstep and become the Emperor’s Master...

Zhao Changhe felt this auntie was soft everywhere now, just her mouth was tough.

After all, he hadn’t really understood the softness just now.

"To be fair... I’ve been roughing it in the Worldly Society, learned from too many people, many have taught me," Zhao Changhe rolled over, propped his head with his hands, and said lazily, "Of course, if there must be one person in this world called my teacher, it would have to be..."

Tang Wanju blinked her eyes expectantly.

"...Sun Hengchuan, the Teacher Sun."

"?"

Tang Wanju’s eyebrows shot up, but she couldn’t argue; Teacher Sun’s reputation was impeccable, nobody could dispute that. Who would forcefully insist they were the teacher?

The two suddenly fell silent.

In fact, they understood each other unspokenly.

The reason Tang Wanju forcefully wanted to change her status to "teacher" was to block his previous statement of mocking harassment. I’ve taught you so much, if not a teacher, at least a half-mentor, and you want me to wash up?

But this rascal was impossible to convince; even if he saw her as a half-mentor before, now he stubbornly refused to admit it.

If she concedes this title, she might become more provocative, and a person like Tang Wanju would definitely not join in the provocation, which would lead to disaster.

Tang Wanju’s heart was filled with unspeakable irritation. Now this guy is outright chasing her, what to do?

She had high hopes for him before, wanted to support his rise, under the premise that he wasn’t coveting her like the others. But now he’s changed his tune! So what am I doing now? Have I personally nurtured a man who wants to scrub me clean?

What infuriated her more was that she’d actually been kissed and couldn’t even get angry about it since it was to save someone. She couldn’t afford to get angry; instead, she had to avoid the subject as if it didn’t matter.

The thing that drove her angriest was that deep down, she wasn’t that upset. If the person in the illusion represented her own desires, what did that mean?

And the absolute worst part was, this treatment wasn’t just for one-time use; it might need to continue.

What should she do in the future?

"Wanzhuang," Zhao Changhe suddenly called out.

Tang Wanju’s heart skipped a beat, restraining her face, she asked, "Who allowed you to call me that?"

"..." Zhao Changhe muttered to himself that he usually called others in the same way, and it became a habit... Oddly enough, it was difficult when he wanted to call Hongling, so why did it feel so natural with Tang Wanju? It never felt wrong when he said ’Wanzhuang.’

He didn’t voice these thoughts but instead, said, "I can’t heal your injury... it’s because I’m not strong enough yet, but I’m sure I’m on the right path."

Tang Wanju pursed her lips and hummed in acknowledgment.

"This is not only connected to cultivation but also to my grasp of the Rejuvenation Technique and my understanding of the laws of nature. Cultivation is one thing, I feel it won’t differ much, but I’m quite far behind on the Rejuvenation Technique. Right now, I’ve only mastered the basics, I might be able to handle external injuries, but your situation requires much more than that..."

Tang Wanju said, "If I’m not mistaken, this technique is very advanced; it likely belongs to the fundamental laws. If the talents are the Four Symbols, then this is one of the symbols they speak for. Not to mention our understanding, even in the last epoch, there were few qualified to fully comprehend it."

Zhao Changhe smirked, "I mentioned this not to complain. On the contrary, what I mean is, while other areas might be hard for me to improve quickly, the Rejuvenation Technique is currently the shortest plank affecting the barrel, which might be the aspect I can improve in the short term."

Tang Wanzhuang asked in surprise, "How do you plan to enhance it?"

Zhao Changhe said, "I want to learn medicine, starting from the very basics."

Tang Wanzhuang’s eyes widened.

In the martial arts world, medicine was inseparable from martial arts. A martial artist who had reached the level of Secret Treasure had an understanding of the human body far beyond that of ordinary people and could often easily learn medicine—sometimes even teach the doctors. But studying medicine required studying pharmacology too, and the theory of medicine and pharmacology were two different things. Just memorizing the herbs and their properties thoroughly took a considerable amount of effort, not to mention exploring the art of combining medicines based on the roles of the monarch, minister, assistant, and courier herbs. Getting to the point where one could concoct prescriptions without relying on established formulas was a lifelong pursuit.

This was a man who had little interest in playing the piano or painting—someone who only learned to meditate with great reluctance, knowing the severity of his Blood Evil, and who knows how often he’d even practiced by now. Yet now, without anyone suggesting it, he had taken the initiative to propose learning medicine.

What use did he have to learn medicine... Perhaps it really would greatly benefit his Rejuvenation Technique, but judging by his cursory practice of the Rejuvenation Technique up to this point, he didn’t seem to care how much it could be improved.

He was doing it all to save her.

Zhao Changhe continued, "Xiangyang is a big city with its famous doctors. Now that we effectively control Xiangyang, it won’t be hard to find a renowned doctor to teach me. I’ll start on this as soon as day breaks... And you..."

He paused for a moment, his expression a bit peculiar, "Do I count as your primary physician now?"

Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips in disbelief, "What are you trying to say?"

"You should follow doctor’s orders and listen to me."

Tang Wanzhuang found it laughable; she felt like his next sentence would be telling her to get washed up. She took a deep breath, struggling to control her urge to pinch the soft flesh at his waist, "Very well, Doctor, please give your orders."

To her surprise, Zhao Changhe said, "From now on, you should not concern yourself with anything related to Xiangyang, including the affairs of Jiangnan, the escape of Maitreya, or how to deal with what follows... it’s not your business."

Tang Wanzhuang was dumbfounded, "Then what am I supposed to do?"

"I will study my medicine; you should enjoy your time wandering the streets. We are in a famous city with a long history that dates back to the previous epoch. Now that we’re here, how can we not admire the clarity of the Han River and the melody of Longzhong? To the south winds the Chen River around Chen Mountain; to the west the autumn ponds swell with night rains on Ba Mountain. Since you, Tang Clan head, love the landscape so much, why not slow down and take it all in?"

Slow down...

Tang Wanzhuang’s gaze slowly softened, and after a long pause, she said, "How can one find leisure amidst the chaos of worldly affairs?"

Zhao Changhe matter-of-factly said, "Because you have me."

"You say you need to study medicine and don’t want me to handle affairs, taking everything upon yourself. Do you have enough time?"

"There is always time to be found."

"Why push yourself so hard?"

"If I can’t be sure of extending your life, I have no inclination to continue my cultivation."

Tang Wanzhuang fell silent for a while, then suddenly smiled, "You say you’re my primary physician, but have you ever considered that, in reality, I am also your primary physician?"

Zhao Changhe: "?"

"The wound from the gun blade on your shoulder is easy to heal, but the malaise from the Blood Evil is hard to dispel. Your condition isn’t any better than mine, but have you ever thought about yourself?" Tang Wanzhuang gently extended her hand, touching his forehead, "Sleep now, I’ll listen to you tomorrow... but for now, you listen to me."

Her fingertip seemed to ripple, bringing on drowsiness, and Zhao Changhe’s eyelids began to fight each other, soon succumbing to deep sleep.

Tang Wanzhuang sat beside him, intently watching him for a very long time before slowly standing up and leaving the secret chamber.

As the door to the secret chamber opened, daylight had already broken, and blinding sunlight streamed in. Tang Wanzhuang instinctively shielded her eyes.

Great Zhou and Li Si’an were both standing in the courtyard, two secret agents anxious to report to the head about the myriad problems of Xiangyang, each walking in circles. There were a bunch of issues waiting for the head’s decisions—how could she have entered the secret chamber and not come out? Was her injury severe?

Hmm, there was a man inside, and with this man and woman alone together, the sun was already high...

As the door to the secret chamber opened, the two greeted her eagerly with a rush, "Clan head, you’ve finally come out. The sun has reached high..."

Their words choked in their throats as the secret agents awkwardly regarded the Clan head, her clothes slightly disheveled, her cheeks flushed with health compared to her usually pale complexion, as radiant as jade and breathtakingly beautiful.

Including Tang Wanzhuang herself, a line of poetry almost simultaneously surfaced in the minds of all three, for she knew that was what they were thinking:

"For the short night of spring, the sun rises high; henceforth, the king will hold no early court."

With a suppressed face, Tang Wanzhuang eventually uttered, "I shall not concern myself with the affairs of Xiangyang."

The two were shocked, "Clan head, this..."

"Wait for Zhao Changhe to come out; I’ll leave everything in his hands."

"?"

There it was; this was favoritism at its finest, the significant affairs all bestowed upon one favored individual...

"Right, there’s one thing I need you to do first."

It was a relief that she still knew how to delegate tasks. The two hurriedly bowed, "Please give your orders, Clan head."

Tang Wanzhuang said, "Go find the best physician in Xiangyang..."

Li Si’an thumped his chest, "Do you need healing, Clan head? Leave it to us! We’ll find one right away!"

"No, it’s for Zhao Changhe... when the physician arrives, send him straight to see Changhe."

"?"

Tang Wanzhuang yawned, turned, and muttered to herself as she walked away, "Why hasn’t Bao Qin shown up yet... I’m going to see Wushan..."

The secret agents looked at each other, utterly fearful.

This was exactly the behavior of a monarch bewitched and befuddled, still thinking of seeing Wushan; you might as well cultivate the rain and clouds on Wushan Mountain while you’re at it, wouldn’t that be appropriate for the situation?