Chaotic World Book
Chapter 82 - 80 The Sword and the Blade Have Spirits

Chapter 82: Chapter 80 The Sword and the Blade Have Spirits

"If the younger generation has not guessed wrong..." Zhao Changhe tentatively asked, "This knife is actually intended to replace the unique effects of the Qinghe Sword. Uncle couldn’t let it be taken away, right..."

Cui Yuanyang, who was making tea, trembled and looked at his father in shock. Could it be that his second uncle’s accusation was actually true?

The Qinghe Sword’s efficacy was gone, was it just Great Xia’s Dragon Sparrow bluffing people?

Cui Wenjing seemed indifferent, casually revealing the truth, "That’s correct, although there’s some discrepancy with what he said. The Qinghe Sword is not lost, it’s still that same sword, but the mystical qualities it once possessed have faded away. Now it’s just a treasured sword that can cut through iron like mud, and it can no longer carry those meanings. If you say it’s a fake sword, it seems hard to deny."

Zhao Changhe said, "Since it’s still the same sword, its symbolic significance is still intact. Whether the mystical efficacy is there or not is secondary. On the contrary, this should allow seniors to use it more as they wish."

Cui Wenjing clapped his hands and laughed, "It should be so, but there are not many people who can think like you in the world. If we really pull out a Qinghe Sword without effects, the people of the Cui Family can’t stand it first."

Let alone others, even Cui Yuanyang himself was a bit overwhelmed after hearing this and incredulously asked, "When did this begin..."

"This was bound to happen sooner or later. In fact, there were already signs when I wielded it to traverse the Worldly Society more than a decade ago, and now it’s completely vanished," Cui Wenjing stated calmly: "The Divine Sword has a spirit, but for what purpose was it conjured? Those intentions of a clear and peaceful world and the eradication of villains, in the hands of people like us, why should they remain? It’s good enough that it doesn’t kill you, why should it serve you? It should naturally return."

Cui Yuanyang was stunned but then calmed down and whispered, "That’s how it should be."

"I, Cui Wenjing, do not consider myself worthy of the Qinghe Sword, and how many in the Cui Family truly know themselves? When the Divine Sword Spirit left, they didn’t contemplate the reason, instead, they used the very intentions the Divine Sword detests most, as a bargaining chip for power struggles. Even if the Divine Sword Spirit were still present, it would weep!"

Cui Yuanyang pressed his lips together in a bit of sorrow without speaking.

Cui Wenjing no longer talked about the Qinghe Sword and switched the topic to the Dragon Sparrow of Great Xia, "Dragon Sparrow was the knife used by His Majesty during the conquests of the world. Extremely fierce and domineering, with unchallenged commands, sometimes it felt like a straightforward child, jumping up at the slightest provocation, which is due to the nature of the knife. Without such characteristics, it could not maintain such a domineering Sword Intent."

Zhao Changhe nodded; his own experience indeed confirmed this. The knife’s reactions were almost juvenile, but for a treasured sword’s Sword Intent, that was normal—it was not a sentient being to remain calm and collected.

"A few years ago, when His Majesty learned that there was a problem with the Qinghe Sword, he bestowed this knife upon me," Cui Wenjing said with a smile. "It seemed appropriate for suppressing evil spirits and difficult for others to distinguish whose Qi was emitting, so it could temporarily stand in." Cui Wenjing laughed, "No one thought about why His Majesty would choose to give a knife to a family known for using swords... Of course, there was a reason."

Zhao Changhe considered this and felt that Cui Wenjing was clearly part of the royal faction; it was evident that the bestowed Dragon Sparrow was to assist him, "But if that’s the case, senior obviously needs this knife very much, I can’t take it away."

Cui Wenjing just smiled, "Do you think after what happened today, anyone would dare to covet the Qinghe Sword in the short term? It doesn’t matter for now. Besides, more importantly, I feel that Dragon Sparrow is also longing for battle, and if it continues to be wasted away in this little room, sooner or later its spirit will be lost, which would be a terrible waste."

Zhao Changhe sighed, "Indeed, it feels as though it can hardly wait, really does not want to stay here any longer."

"Since it recognizes you, then it’s fate. Are you still being polite here?"

"Senior, it’s not that I’m being polite, I really like this knife, but it feels wrong to take it with me..." Zhao Changhe was quite vexed, "Its murderous aura is too fierce, palpable from afar, and everyone will know it’s a treasured knife. With my current strength, it’s like a child walking through a bustling market with gold, it’s a source of trouble that takes away my freedom. If I get something like a bronze scabbard, it would be too heavy and not convenient. Drawing the knife would still attract covetous looks, all a hassle."

"You’re making wild guesses that are way off the mark," Cui Wenjing said with a laugh. "There are many ways to cover the murderous Qi of a treasured sword. Just apply something on it, and it’s fine, who said you need a bronze hall for that? A bronze hall is for nurturing the spirit! A Jade Hall is even better in effect, but it’s too expensive and easily damaged, so nobody uses it that way. But many do use a Jade Box."

Zhao Changhe: "...I’m an ignorant thug, forget it."

Cui Yuanyang, who had been quietly making tea as a lady on behalf of her father and his friend, finally couldn’t hold back her laughter.

"So you taking it with you is very simple," Cui Wenjing said leisurely. "Even the knife’s shine and sharpness can be covered to look rustic with rust, just like a broken knife. It’s not a difficult problem for us." Cui Wenjing continued, "But on the other hand, you can’t just rely on this. Right now, its murderous Qi is overflowing because it doesn’t listen to you. When you become its master, it will obediently serve you and even alert you to imminent danger. That is the result you should strive for."

Zhao Changhe was very interested, "How does it recognize its master?"

"For now, it’s not possible. Your strength is insufficient. Although you have affinity with it, it can only see you as a partner at most. There’s still a great distance from it recognizing you as its master," Cui Wenjing raised his cup and blew on it before speaking confidently, "Keep training hard."

So you don’t really know at what level I can be recognized as its master, and you’re here posturing? Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but smile wryly, "Why do I feel like you really want me to take the sword away? Is it truly just so the sword won’t gather dust?"

Cui Wenjing said, "I won’t lie to you, I also want to send a message to some people through this, like Tang Wanju, or Your Majesty. What exactly Your Majesty is thinking now is beyond even my guessing. When he learns that you carry Dragon Sparrow freely through Worldly Society, he should have some reaction."

Zhao Changhe suddenly remembered the words of the blind man.

Compared to the people from Xia Longyuan, the Cui Family perhaps had more human-like thoughts.

Indeed, that was the case.

Their concerns remained within the court and Worldly Society, the family legacy; no matter how cunning their schemes, they could not escape this trap.

"Since that’s the case, I would be disrespectful to decline," Zhao Changhe finally dropped the politeness: "I really do like this sword."

Cui Wenjing smiled, "I’ve had some additions made to it, wait a moment, have some tea."

Yangyang, who was pretending to be demure, was brimming with joy, almost overflowing. Zhao big brother, having braved the thorny path, was finally reaping his rewards. It was what he deserved after fighting with his blood and risking his life, not someone pointing fingers, saying a toad lusting after a swan’s meat.

Moreover, this must be a real treasure sword that could be used continuously, very difficult to wear out or notch—a lot more durable than a wine gourd! In the future, holding this sword, Zhao big brother would think of Yangyang, and who knows when that wine gourd would break, hehe.

She happily added fresh tea and poured another cup for her father and her beloved.

Honestly, when Zhao Changhe touched her heart in Worldly Society, Cui Yuanyang thought there would be some dramatic plot of ’beating the mandarin ducks and turning into sworn enemies.’ Initially, her father truly wished him dead, and with that trend, it hinted at an impending tragedy...

But the result was her father and Zhao big brother were actually getting along so harmoniously, so harmoniously that others might think they were the actual couple... The rebellious young lady suddenly found her old dad more agreeable than ever, should she offer to give him a back massage later?

"Senior," Zhao Changhe took a sip of tea, then started another conversation, "There’s something I’ve always wanted to know, but never had the chance. Now, may I ask the senior?"

Cui Wenjing replied indifferently, "If you call me senior, then you cannot."

Zhao Changhe was momentarily stunned, then scratched his head tentatively, "Uncle?"

That old face actually turned a bit red.

Beside him, the face of Cui Yuanyang was even redder, like a monkey’s butt, and the corners of her eyes almost seemed to well up with tears.

As if he saw none of it, Cui Wenjing leisurely drank his tea, "Hmm, go ahead and ask."

"Regarding this epoch...the previous epoch, what was it like, and how did it collapse? Your Aristocratic Family has a long heritage, you should know some details?"

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