Chaotic World Book
Chapter 91 - 89 Choosing a Way to Die

Chapter 91: Chapter 89 Choosing a Way to Die

The scene within the room was not what Han Wubing had imagined, and it was even different from what Zhao Changhe had hoped for.

As soon as he closed the door, he just wanted to hug her tightly, kiss her, and tell her how much he missed her after a long half year apart.

But as he lifted his arms, seeing Xia Chichi’s half-smiling expression, Zhao Changhe froze and couldn’t bring himself to embrace her.

Just half a month ago, he was holding another girl, telling her to wait for big brother Zhao for three years.

Now upon their reunion, it seemed he could no longer claim innocence.

And her look wasn’t as passionate as he imagined, far from exhibiting the same thrilled excitement—he wondered if upon encountering each other again in the Worldly Society, had she forgotten?

Xia Chichi said with a smile, "What’s the matter? The Zhao big brother who is filled with boundless heroism? How come you become mute upon seeing a woman, and even blush a bit?"

The sourness in those words, he guessed, probably reached all the way to the lake. How did she come to know what Yangyang called him?

Zhao Changhe wracked his brains to find the right words, but suddenly noticed a cold glint before his eyes. A short sword was already at his throat.

Zhao Changhe sadly realized that his first reaction to this was that he could dodge the sword strike... Was it that the difference between him and Hidden Dragon wasn’t so great, or was Chichi holding back with her sword?

But ultimately, he didn’t move, allowing the sword to be placed against his neck.

He couldn’t detect any intent to kill from Chichi, and Dragon Sparrow didn’t react either... but he could see the irritation in her eyes. Perhaps it was better not to resist and endure the beating?

Xia Chichi sensed his instinct to dodge but held it in, allowing her to hold the sword. She uttered a "Heh" and leisurely said, "Is this how vigilant you are in the Worldly Society? Letting a stranger in as they please, and when a sword is at your neck, you neither dodge nor defend. What makes you so confident that I won’t kill you?"

Zhao Changhe blurted out, "Who said you are a stranger!"

"Oh? I’m not a stranger, then what about Cui Yuanyang?"

"Regarding Yangyang, that matter..." Zhao Changhe initially wanted to say he had refused, that he told the old fox he had a girlfriend and he had to be true to her, but he was twisted into his current state by the old fox.

But then he thought, maybe he was twisted by the situation at first, but later, he truly fell for Yangyang’s charm. Even though his affection still far surpassed desire, and he hadn’t even touched her lips, Yangyang had nearly picked him at her will – what was there to argue? He indeed harbored thoughts of waiting for her to grow up; thus, he truly had strayed.

Realizing this, he stopped trying to argue and quietly admitted, "It’s my fault. I couldn’t resist."

"A woman chasing a man is like a layer of gauze. Plus, Cui Yuanyang is so cute and so rich." Xia Chichi said leisurely, "If I were you, I’d have taken her too. No wonder, big brother Zhao."

"It’s not like that, I..."

Xia Chichi applied a bit more force with the short sword in her hand, "So I’m a stranger to you now. Currently, I’m the upper-level Sect Holy Daughter of the Blood God Sect, here to deal with a sect traitor on behalf of a subordinate sect. Considering our past acquaintance, I can make an exception and let you choose the manner of your death. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"...A bit stronger than that gnawing from the Shuilian Cave incident last time, can suffocating me work?"

Xia Chichi coldly said, "You are now a sect traitor, and you truly wish to relive old dreams with the Holy Daughter? Sorry, but being a Holy Daughter requires severing emotions and desires, wholeheartedly serving the God. I’ve already forgotten you. I came to you this time precisely to end the past karma. It’s good that you have a new love, so I will not be hindered anymore."

"Luo Qi..."

"...My name is Xia Chichi."

"Chichi."

Xia Chichi held back her annoyance, glaring angrily.

"The Blood God Sect is subordinate to the Four Symbols Sect, when did it become the turn of an esteemed upper-level Holy Daughter to run out and clean up traitors for them? Are they even worthy?" Zhao Changhe sighed, "Are you here for the Ancient Sword? Do you need help?"

With just that single inquiry about needing help, Xia Chichi’s erected psychological defenses nearly shattered. Clenching her teeth, she said harshly, "I have countless underlings, each at the eighth or ninth level of Mystical Gate, with both those on the Earth List and Human List following my command. Why would I need your help?"

"Outsiders may think your becoming Holy Daughter is like a sparrow turning into a phoenix, but I know your days this half year haven’t been too pleasant." Zhao Changhe spoke softly, "A completely unfamiliar environment, the shadowy Demon Sect, without a single true confidant to speak to your heart..."

Xia Chichi exclaimed, "I have them!"

"They follow your orders due to the sect’s mechanisms. A single misstep, even trivial matters like finding a man, could cause betrayal and abandonment. Not to mention those jealous of your position, secretly grinding their teeth, ready to pull you from your pedestal... You’re walking on thin ice and might not even sleep as peacefully as you did in Beimang." Zhao Changhe sighed, "I’ve come to understand, you shouldn’t even have met me today..."

Xia Chichi stared at him intently and said nothing more.

He was right; her coming to see him was an impulsive act of unbearable yearning—something she shouldn’t have done...

Otherwise, why would she always hide in the trees and secretly watch him, justifying it as observing a traitor...

But she just couldn’t help herself.

As soon as she left, Yue Hongling was there. Once he entered the Worldly Society, Cui Yuanyang came along.

After half a year apart, she hadn’t forgotten him, but had he already forgotten her?

In fact, the penetration of the Sects was outrageously effective. Inside the Cui Family, there were people from the Four Symbols Sect. Although Xia Chichi didn’t know the details of such father-in-law and son-in-law conversations, from others’ descriptions, she could tell Zhao Changhe was mostly affectionate towards Cui Yuanyang, not quite the same as his relationship with her... Still, it hurt.

Because truthfully, Cui Yuanyang suited Zhao Changhe better than she did... She was merely a Holy Daughter who couldn’t fall in love. Was she supposed to drag someone down with her for life? Cui Yuanyang was kind, lovable, from a thriving family, able to provide him much more support than she ever could.

Shouldn’t she be happy for him?

But she was just so angry, couldn’t help it, and wanted to put a sword to his throat, demanding how this heartless, unfortunate wretch planned to die!

Yet, God knows, when she saw him at Ancient Sword Lake, her heart was torn between anger and surprise... to the point that despite knowing she shouldn’t see him, she went anyway.

However, when she put the sword to his neck, all he said was, "Do you need help?"

Just like before, when she returned home exhausted in the snow and ice, to find that there was still warmth in the meals at home. And like an arrow, it pierced her heart, impossible to dodge.

Xia Chichi woodenly watched him as he easily took the sword from her neck and just as easily pulled her into an embrace.

Xia Chichi, whose strength was superior to his, somehow couldn’t dodge.

The mighty Hidden Dragon, so easily subdued.

Until he held her, Xia Chichi had a moment of reluctance before waking up with alarm and pushing against his chest: "If anyone finds out, we will both die."

Zhao Changhe drew her hand away, lifted the short sword to the side, then took off the Dragon Sparrow, and playfully chopped on the sword blade, "ding ding ding ding" as if play-fighting: "See, this is the Holy Daughter fighting with the traitor."

Xia Chichi almost laughed out loud.

"Chichi," Zhao Changhe continued play-chopping with the sword, but as he looked down into Xia Chichi’s eyes, his were aflame with passion: "No matter what you think of me, no matter if you think Zhao Changhe is faithless, I really, ever since you left, never had such intimacy again... My girlfriend has always been you, waiting for the day we could meet again, when I could kiss you without restraint..."

Xia Chichi’s mind went blank. She didn’t know if Zhao Changhe had kissed Yue Hongling or Cui Yuanyang, but it felt true in her heart.

Even now, his face reddens when a brothel madame solicits him.

Is it true... He’s been waiting for me.

By the time she realized it, her lips were sealed.

While the swords still clanged, his left arm was tightly wrapped around her waist, holding her so tightly, his kiss so dominating.

He really did seem desperate... Xia Chichi thought groggily.

But wasn’t she the same?

In countless midnight dreams, the man who touched her heartstrings, that fierce, dominating kiss, echoed over and over, never to be forgotten.

It’s such a pity... her man, yet at this moment, it felt like an affair.

"They’re all noble heroines and reserved ladies, agonizing over Changhe... I’m just a Demoness from the Demon Sect, so what if I have an affair!" The thought flashed through Xia Chichi’s mind, and she finally closed her eyes, passionately responding.

"After all, it’s choosing his way to die, even if it’s holding it in!"