Chaotic World Book
Chapter 92 - 90 Chichi’s Mission

Chapter 92: Chapter 90 Chichi’s Mission

As the blind man said, despite appearing dominant in the Worldly Society, Zhao Changhe’s heart always retained detachment, with the consciousness of a modern college student never fading from his subconscious.

For instance, he stubbornly believed in his relationship with Xia Chichi as boyfriend and girlfriend, even though neither had said as much at the time. He felt it was so.

Thus, in his heart, Xia Chichi was always his girlfriend, and he never entertained thoughts about Yue Hongling or Cui Yuanyang. Only when facing Xia Chichi could he let his guard down, feeling that this was his girlfriend, whom he could kiss and touch.

Even possibly do *that* with.

Realizing that Xia Chichi had not forgotten their past love, despite becoming the Holy Daughter and their half-year separation, Zhao Changhe’s heart was filled with joy, and all he wanted to do was hold her tightly and passionately express their rekindled emotions after the long absence.

Both were lost in their tumultuous feelings as the atmosphere heated up.

"Bang," the door flew open, and Han Wubing, holding a broken sword, rushed in, "What’s with the sound of swords? I’ve come to help... uh... never mind, you carry on."

Han Wubing retreated step by step, but then saw the demoness escaping through the window, vanishing into the distance as her teeth-gritting voice echoed from above, "You treacherous traitor, hiding an accomplice! Leave your head on your shoulders for now; I’ll come for it another day!"

Her voice grew fainter, and she was gone.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" Several high-ranking members of the Four Symbols Sect flew in from afar, "Has the Holy Daughter been compromised? Do you need us to..."

"No need!" Xia Chichi’s face flushed red, looking "furious," "That traitor’s life is mine! No one is to act without my permission!"

"...Yes." The crowd exchanged glances, feeling huge relief. It seemed that speculation on whether the Holy Daughter’s affection lingered could be put to rest. With her teeth set in anger, the ire in her eyes didn’t seem feigned.

No wonder, after all, the Holy Daughter had witnessed him and Cui Yuanyang in each other’s arms. Serves him right.

However, it’s impressive that Zhao Changhe and Han Wubing, even in poor condition, managed to drive back the Holy Daughter when they teamed up. Their strength might have to be reassessed...

Meanwhile, Han Wubing cautiously made his way back to the doorway, feeling that something about the situation was odd. Were you really fighting just now? With your mouths? Am I too exhausted or seeing things...

But at least one thing was confirmed, that was indeed a demoness, not a man in women’s clothing. All is well.

Taking a deep breath, Han Wubing said, "Well, Brother Zhao, I won’t disturb you any further. If there’s another demoness attack, just call for me..."

Zhao Changhe practically wanted to strangle him alive and wearily said, "It’s all right... Thanks to Brother Han for scaring off the demoness."

Han Wubing felt that Zhao Changhe’s words were squeezed through clenched teeth and awkwardly withdrew back into the room.

Zhao Changhe hunched over and stumbled back to the edge of the bed, collapsing onto it.

Though he had spoken through gritted teeth, part of him meant it. In the passion of the moment, he let himself go, but once calm, he realized that Xia Chichi’s current situation was indeed not suitable for a secret liaison with him. If any Demon Sect Elder happened to come by and see them, it would be a complete disaster.

From Chichi’s parting words, it seemed that she had sensed someone approaching. Han Wubing’s interruption had indeed helped, and the guy really did mean well... but why did he still feel like punching him...

Wait for me on the day of Beginning of Summer!

...

"Holy Daughter, after studying these past few days, we’ve made progress on the sword ritual."

Returning to the residence the Four Symbols Sect had rented, Xia Chichi sat at the head, somewhat distracted as she listened to the report, "Hmm, go on."

The Elder reported, "Based on the Holy Sect’s records over the years, we infer that the real Ancient Sword’s appearance is linked to the seasons. After multiple explorations, we’ve locked in on the Beginning of Summer, which everyone is already aware of."

Xia Chichi nodded, "Correct, that’s why we’ve come here this time."

"Then there’s also the need for a relevant ritual for the sword to acknowledge us and reveal itself. But, during the closest attempt at success, the Ancient Sword broke free at the last moment, slaying people and disappearing. Previously, it seemed to recognize the ritual, but then abruptly turned hostile; this issue has always puzzled us. Without understanding this, we’ll fail no matter how many times we try."

Xia Chichi said, "So there’s new information this time?"

The Elder said, "We have visited all the messages of Sword Seekers who have died from Sword Qi through the ages, and finally discovered a commonality."

"Oh?"

"It seems to kill only those who are faithless, heartless, and treacherous."

Xia Chichi finally got serious and sat up straight, "Is that really the case?"

"Yes," the Elder said somewhat awkwardly.

The Four Symbols Sect is a Demon Sect, no matter how it proclaims itself as sacred and orthodox, its acts are indeed sinister, and it has done no small number of evil deeds. Who would dare to claim in this environment that they are exceptionally passionate and faithful, trustworthy and promise-keeping? Even those Demon Followers who feel their only virtue is keeping promises, can’t be overly confident. What if the Ancient Sword does not recognize them? Who would dare to risk their head on such a wager?

Even Xia Chichi felt a bit embarrassed. If being faithless and heartless was the issue, she was confident she was indeed not that type, having loved only one man in her life. Even though her Sect did not permit it, her feelings were deeply hidden and had not changed to this day. She had just been intimate with him.

But as for treachery and oath-breaking, well, she had indeed engaged in such acts. It had been half a year... after all, what Demoness from the Demon Sect hasn’t tricked people... Do promises hold any more weight than flatulence to a Demon or Demoness of the Demon Sect?

Yet, what emerged in Xia Chichi’s mind at that moment was the scene she had witnessed atop the treetops earlier, those two fools looking at each other and laughing. Now those two truly represented integrity and promise-keeping beyond reproach.

What was awkward was that the one she liked, she couldn’t tell if he could be considered faithless or not. It would seem justified to label him either way—how was the Ancient Sword to decide... If he actually went and the Ancient Sword struck him down, there would be no place to argue the case.

Oh, why was she even considering this? No matter what, the matters of the Four Symbols Sect would not involve them. Why think about it?

Another Elder sighed and said, "Our Holy Sect brothers must naturally be passionate, faithful, and promise-keeping. But firstly, we are not sure if the Ancient Sword may harbor other hates. Secondly, it wouldn’t be right to gamble with everyone’s lives on what the Ancient Sword might think. Wouldn’t it then become impossible to proceed with the ritual?"

Xia Chichi almost laughed out loud. Excellent, truly shameless, worthy of being the Azure Dragon Guardian. But she maintained a serious front and said, "Exactly, what ideas do you all have?"

Someone hesitated, "Judging from past experience, those who perform the ritual may not need to meet the requirements of the Ancient Sword. It’s the final person who retrieves the sword that matters. Here’s what I think: we can still hold the ritual and then deceive an outsider to come retrieve the sword. If they die, we simply return next year; if successful, we’ll snatch the sword and flee."

Everyone nodded in agreement, "Elder Qian speaks sense."

Yes, indeed, the brothers of the Sect are surely trustworthy and noble of heart. Xia Chichi wanted to laugh even more as she lazily asked, "Then who do you think is suitable?"

"Han Wubing. By the lakeside at present, no one comes to mind as a second choice."

Even though she herself didn’t consider Zhao Changhe particularly suitable, nor would she ever deceive him into this, hearing that response, Xia Chichi was quite displeased. Why is it said that no one comes close to a second, isn’t my Changhe good enough?

She still couldn’t resist asking, "What about Zhao Changhe? He rushed here over a thousand miles on a single promise—he too is a person of his word."

Elder Qian gave her a sidelong glance and then turned his head away.

His face might as well have read, "Why do you ask me this? Don’t you know why you want his head?"

Xia Chichi, being treated like a heroine who had been cruelly abandoned, clenched her teeth tightly, then forced a slight smile after a long pause, "It won’t be easy to deceive Han Wubing. You can try, while simultaneously looking for other options; don’t hang all your hopes on one tree."

The crowd agreed, "Yes."

"Also, I sense that the Demon Suppression Department has been beefing up their forces lately. Just for a brothel, they’ve even deployed warriors from the Human List. I don’t know why," Xia Chichi’s expression turned grave, "If the Imperial powers are after the Ancient Sword, then we should give up this time."

"Is it really so serious? If the Imperial wanted it, why act so covertly... And unlike us, they lack divine guidance and can’t find the right path, or else they would have already taken the sword away rather than letting people come and go freely at Ancient Sword Lake."

"We can’t be careless; it’s best to remain vigilant. This is my first major task and I must not fail!"

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