Chaotic World Book-Chapter 286 - 281: A Dark and Windy Night Perfect for Murder

Chapter 286: Chapter 281: A Dark and Windy Night Perfect for Murder

The night deepened.

Zhao Changhe staggered out of the tent.

Immediately, a guard apologetically blocked his way and asked in less-than-standard Central Plains official speech, "Mr. Zhao, where are you going?"

Zhao Changhe glared at him, "What? Am I a guest or a prisoner? Is it your business where I go?"

"Uh, no, it’s just that this is a military camp, and it’s not good to wander around..."

Zhao Changhe swept his gaze over the guards and smiled, "Has your Khan ever said to serve esteemed guests well?"

"Yes, yes..."

While the guards were speaking, for some unknown reason, they gradually felt increasing respect for Mr. Zhao. The Khan’s instructions to serve him well magnified infinitely, and the secret orders to keep him from leaving gradually slipped from their minds.

Not just one guard felt this way; nearly all those swept by Zhao Changhe’s gaze simultaneously experienced this feeling, their thoughts led astray by his words, becoming evermore confused.

When he touched the door to the Secret Treasure, his spirit was able to mobilize to some extent. The mind-control derived from the Extreme Joy Method was originally somewhat ineffective, was now formally entering application.

In the beginning, the Maitreya Sect mainly used these methods to shake disciples’ spirits during indoctrination, but later it was perverted, being used more on women. However, Zhao Changhe still thought it made more sense to use it on men...

It was akin to the fear effect of his Blood Evil Skill, and if they could be fused and used together, it might play an unexpectedly crucial role in battles.

Like now.

When initially deceiving the guards of the Lu Family in Gusu, he had to use disguise to enhance the effect, and he faced fewer people. Here, there were many people, and without any disguise, he straightforwardly used language to guide and manipulate, a qualitative trial.

The effect was indeed not bad... With the absolute difference in strength, these soldiers couldn’t resist such mental guidance as they followed his words step by step.

"I need to relieve myself."

"Uh, there’s a chamber pot in the tent."

"Can’t a grown man just dislike using a chamber pot, finding a corner to complete the deed?"

"You have a point, sir..."

"Don’t want me wandering around the camp? Then follow me," Zhao Changhe turned and walked towards a corner of the tent. "Everyone come along."

A group of dazed guards followed.

A red shadow flicked by; Yue Hongling had seized the opportunity to leave and vanished into the night.

Seeing Yue Hongling disappear into the darkness behind, Zhao Changhe smilingly stopped and relieved himself behind the tent, casually asking, "Is the Khan entertaining new guests?"

"Yes."

"Are they still at the feast, or resting in the tent, or is there a separate guest tent arranged?"

"The Khan is entertaining guests in the main tent, they definitely wouldn’t rest there. A separate guest tent is arranged."

"Where is this guest tent? Being a guest too, I want to pay a visit."

"Oh, come with me, sir..."

Unknowingly, the guards had forgotten their original mission; they even attended to him urinating, acting like mere servants, doing whatever their master asked.

Zhao Changhe followed the guards through twists and turns to a tent location he couldn’t possibly have found on his own.

Along the way, other tribal people didn’t even know who he was, and soldiers from the tribes, acting transparently, didn’t even question what they were doing.

Near the tents, Zhao Changhe looked at the guards from afar and waved amiably, "Alright, you can get busy now."

The guards saluted and withdrew, "Have a good rest, sir."

Zhao Changhe watched them leave and suddenly darted into the darkness at the corner.

Yue Hongling appeared silently beside him, her eyes strange. "Hey..."

"Huh?"

"Have... Have you used this trick on me? That’s why I ended up blindly falling for you, right?"

Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

Yue Hongling also knew her question was unreasonable, grumbling for a while before saying, "Well, you are not allowed to use it on other girls in the future; otherwise, I’ll be the first to take your head!"

"Mmm, you indeed are."

Yue Hongling’s eyebrows knitted in annoyance.

Zhao Changhe tugged at her sleeve, "People are coming."

Yue Hongling pulled back, crouching quietly beside him.

In the distance, the pathway lined with torches, Ba Tu was personally escorting the envoy from Wu Balu, from which their preferences could roughly be discerned.

Together, they both grasped the hilts of their weapons.

...

The banquet Ba Tu hosted for the envoy was of much higher standard than the modest reception given to Zhao Changhe and his wife.

From deep within, he felt that his interactions with Zhao Changhe were clandestine, and facing the Great Khan’s envoy, he inherently felt inferior, treating the occasion with great solemnity, a banquet with grandiose slaughtering of cattle and sheep, women dancing, and important tribal figures gathering together.

The envoy was not just one or two people, but a delegation of more than ten members, naturally making it more grand.

Amid the singing and dancing, the envoy first accused, "Why has Ba Tu come in such haste? We went to your station only to find it empty, yet here you are now."

Ba Tu cursed inwardly, "Would I really wait for you to mediate, allowing He Shan and me to divide the territories and split the War Lion Tribe in two? I’m not a fool."

With a facade, he could only laugh heartily, "What are you saying, Envoy? We didn’t even know you were coming. If we had known, we would have invited you for a meal beforehand."

With things having come to this point, the envoy was helpless. The Great Khan hoped for the War Lion Tribe to splinter, but even if his calculations were clear, that was not something to be stated openly. Moreover, Ba Tu was not without his backers; he had relations with the Divine Hall and a good relationship with Chi Li. What would be the stance of the Divine Hall if things were to escalate?

Since they had arrived late, and the War Lion had already unified, what could be done?

It could only be said that Ba Tu’s recent battles were indeed splendid, cleanly attacking the Wild Wolf Tribe, stabilizing his resources internally, rallying several wavering brothers, and swiftly striking other dissenters, sweeping through a thousand miles in just half a month. The Great Khan’s main forces were occupied confronting Huangfu Yongxian, and by the time they received the news, the once fragmented War Lion Tribe was left with only He Shan still resisting, and by then it was too late to save He Shan.

This showed that while Ba Tu’s personal strength wasn’t outstanding, his military capability was very strong, whether it was seizing the right moments or commanding in battle, he was top-notch talent. His personal strength was also not bad; after all, he was on the Hidden Dragon List. How many in the world could there be like him? He had the complete inheritance from He Lei. Give him a bit more time and stage, and his future was limitless.

The envoy could only say, "Previously, Khan He Lei tragically died in Central Earth, and the War Lion Tribe was unable to participate in the war, which was a great loss for our side, causing the momentum in attacking to slow down. The Great Khan has always been deeply distressed. Knowing someone has succeeded Khan He Lei comforts the Great Khan’s heart."

Ba Tu said, "I thank the Great Khan for his concern."

The envoy said, "With the first snow approaching, and the battle between the Great Khan and Huangfu Yongxian becoming fiercer, having erupted into several large-scale conflicts, each causing casualties. Now that Khan has stabilized internal affairs, perhaps it’s time to join the battle at Yanmen?"

Ba Tu casually responded, "I’ve just taken down the Heshan Tribe and there are still remnants to be dealt with... Besides, as a young Khan, there is much unrest among my people, which might make it difficult to rally a grand army..."

"The Great Khan will send out a decree among the tribes, publicly declaring Ba Tu Khan’s legitimacy and bestowing upon you the title of Lion King. How does the Khan feel about this?"

Ba Tu was thrilled inside, this was exactly what he wanted.

Nominally, Ba Tu was He Lei’s nephew, but in reality, he was the biological son born of He Lei cuckolding Ba Tu’s father. He Lei had no children of his own, had taken a liking to this "nephew" early on, making him a direct disciple, giving him the clan’s sacred treasures. Even without any explicit instructions left behind, the tribe elders all understood that the inheritance rights should belong to Ba Tu. Why then, would uncles and brothers still end up endlessly disputing over inheritance rights?

Because the Great Khan used the excuse of "busy with the war without spare time to care for your affairs," tacitly allowing others to compete. But since Ba Tu was not the "biological son," that gave others an excuse to contend.

Once the Great Khan recognized him, supposed internal conflicts would cease to exist, and his status would be as stable as Taishan. Not just that, but outsiders also wouldn’t dare to covet openly anymore. What Wild Wolf Tribe would dare intercept his supplies? The War Lion Tribe was one of the most formidable tribes, not to be trifled with.

Even more crucially, with the title of "King," his political capital would be different. Just like Wu Balu now giving orders left and right, eventually, it would be Wu Balu kneeling before him.

Having subdued the Wild Wolf Tribe had already been tacitly approved, subsequent plans to take over the Tiger Lie Tribe were even more certain.

Compared to rebellion, which involved risking heads hanging by a belt, and the nebulous support from Great Xia, this seemed much more solid.

The envoy, reading the room and observing Ba Tu’s reaction, added, "Furthermore, during Tiger Lie’s disappearance, some within their tribe suspect it’s related to you. I will handle this matter."

Ba Tu was overjoyed, "Your effort is appreciated, Honored Envoy! This is precisely what I’ve been troubled by recently. Tiger Lie was defeated by Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling’s concerted efforts; what does that have to do with me?"

Over a banquet, both host and guest were thoroughly pleased, the envoy slightly tipsy, then said, "I’ll return to rest now, and must report back to the Great Khan early tomorrow. If Yanmen falls, not just a Lion King, what could prevent you from becoming King Jin?"

Ba Tu’s heart was greatly stirred, now he began worrying about the Envoy, thinking secretly, "This fellow, dead drunk returning, if Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling sneaked in, it might be the end." He personally helped the Envoy up, "This Khan will see the Honored Envoy out."

Speaking lowly, he instructed those nearby, "Take a squad of elite guards to escort the Honored Envoy and me, and have someone strictly monitor Zhao Changhe’s tent... no, just seize him."

Ba Tu, in his own camp, led hundreds of men and surrounded himself and the Envoy, escorting them to the guest tent. He stopped only outside the tent, signaling the soldiers to encircle the tent tightly, thinking it was absolutely safe, then smiled at the Envoy, "I won’t disturb the Honored Envoy’s rest."

The Envoy, in his drunkenness, waved his hand.

Ba Tu turned to leave, but he had taken only a few steps when a chilling fear rose from the depths of his heart.

Instinctively, he looked back—under the moonlight, Hongling was flying towards him, her figure that had just saved his own a few hours ago, now instead, was Chasing Souls and Demanding Lives.

"They really came to assassinate!" Ba Tu drew his saber and shouted, "Protect!"

A group of trusted aides quickly gathered in front, Yue Hongling stepped on a man’s shoulder, attacked from above like a hawk striking its prey, once more thrusting her sword towards Ba Tu’s face, the murderous intent in her eyes under the moonlight vivid as reality.

"She intends to kill me..." This thought stirred in Ba Tu’s mind, daring not to face her sharp edge, he retreated rapidly.

Countless soldiers surged from all around, even the guards around the Envoy’s tent instinctively moved to block Yue Hongling’s path.

The Envoy, also standing outside the tent, shouted, "All of you go, help could..."

Before he finished speaking, a broadsword as if growing out of a shadow appeared silently, tracelessly, without even stirring the wind.

The entire space seemed to freeze, no wind, no moon, just endless darkness, bloodthirst, and death.

Blood Evil Saber Technique’s third ultimate move, by then usable only at the Mystical Gate Eighth Layer, "Hell is Like This."

Only when the saber reached his throat did the Envoy suddenly realize, drawing his saber quickly to parry.

But what he saw was a pair of blood-red eyes in the darkness, staring like a demon.

A surge of terror filled his heart, the Envoy’s saber-holding hand stiffened a bit.

In that brief moment, the broadsword swept across his neck, and his head flew into the sky.

Zhao Changhe caught the head, raised it up and shouted, "The Khan’s layout was indeed meticulous, successfully slaying this vermin. What should be the next step, please instruct, Great Khan."

The Envoy’s following guards stood dumbstruck.

All of Ba Tu’s men stood dumbstruck.

Yue Hongling sheathed her sword and flew back, her eyes filled with killing intent but also laughter.

Ba Tu glanced at Yue Hongling in midair, then at Zhao Changhe holding the head, and finally, a fierce look appeared in his eyes, "Nonsense, the next step is of course to slaughter all the envoy’s attendants! Not a single one must be spared!"

After finishing speaking, he took a deep breath, then said a phrase others might think signified close relations, "Zhao Changhe, fuck your mother!"

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