Chaotic World Book-Chapter 431 - 418: A Contented San Niang

Actually, this mask was quite serious.

It is well known that Xuanwu’s head isn’t a turtle’s head; it’s a dragon’s head. This mask is an abstract simplification, a turtle shell pattern with a dragon face on it, and the expression on the dragon face is very stern, even somewhat cruel.

If a member of the Four Symbols Sect saw it, they might be terrified, knowing this represents a Supreme Demon Venerable who guards steadfastly as a rock and erupts with unparalleled ferocity.

But knowing already that it was San Niang, it just looked like a turtle with a head on top. Zhao Changhe really wanted to pick up a pen and change that dragon head into a grinning Jenny. That would be more fitting for the character.

"What’s that look for?" San Niang waved her hand in front of him, "Oh no, don’t tell me you’re aroused by just seeing a mask? Such a delicate flower."

Zhao Changhe came back to his senses, annoyed, "Getting aroused by your turtle face, I might as well say that the punch you threw earlier was so cool that it turned me on. Hey, everyone’s drinking and celebrating, what are you doing here?"

"That tone, are we that close?"

"You’re the one calling me a delicate flower and talking about getting aroused, are we close?"

"Not close, then who arranged that Winged Fire Snake for you, and who gave you the Room Fire Pig mask?" San Niang, arms crossed, hummed, "Are you still taking the role of Room Fire Pig or not?"

Defeated, Zhao Changhe could only respond with a forced smile, "Yes, yes."

"The Room Fire Pig is directly under my command... oh, directly under my command. Why don’t you kneel when you see me?"

Zhao Changhe gritted his teeth.

"Oh, that little look in your eyes." San Niang stretched her hand, "Or should you return the Room Fire Pig mask to me? What excuse will you have to cozy up to the snake then?"

Zhao Changhe completely gave in, and with a forced smile said, "Alright San Niang, I haven’t offended you, have I..."

A tricky one!

San Niang, hands on her hips, cheerful, said, "Call me Venerable!"

"Venerable."

"I’m here with no particular intention, just taking the chance while that dumb bird isn’t here. You quickly report the detailed conditions of your Dual Cultivation with the Winged Fire Snake."

Zhao Changhe: "?"

San Niang serious, "What’s wrong? As your superior, can’t I understand the specifics of my subordinates combining in Dual Cultivation? What if you can’t control yourself and something goes wrong? I’m responsible for my subordinates, where else can you find such a good superior?"

"No, what can you even control, since you’re in a position..."

"Hmm?"

"No, we haven’t done any Dual Cultivation!"

"Then tell me how she behaved, what she called out, where she was more sensitive?"

Zhao Changhe twitched, "San Niang..."

"Call me Venerable!"

"Alright, San Niang..." Zhao Changhe carefully probed, "You’re not... you’re not pining for spring, are you?"

San Niang grabbed his collar, "You don’t know anything! I arranged that Winged Fire Snake for you, and that dumb bird found out, lured me to the Capital, grabbed me and just hit me, do I have it easy! I can’t even enjoy watching, now I can’t even listen?"

"Why would Vermilion Bird Venerable hit you... Qing’er was sent by her to my side initially, and it was her own arrangement later when she went to Yang Family, I didn’t see her opposing it..."

"Oho, Qing’er..." San Niang suddenly laughed, "Say a few more words, I want to hear... Hmm, what did she call you?"

Zhao Changhe blinked, "Hey, you couldn’t be jealous of someone from a warrior family like that, the daughter from the Bandit Brothers..."

San Niang gritted her teeth, "Zhao Changhe, do you want to die?"

Her fist raised, as if she was about to strike.

Zhao Changhe had no doubt he was about to be blown away by this punch. Just as he was about to duck and cover, a flare of light and a waft of fragrance passed by.

Vermilion Bird stood coldly in front of San Niang, her words seeming to squeeze through her teeth, "What are you doing here?"

San Niang stepped back half a step, her eyes rolling rapidly, "What, Room Fire Pig is my subordinate, can’t I come to offer comfort when a subordinate is injured? By the way, Piggy, here’s a medicine..."

Vermilion Bird snatched the medicine, "Room Fire Pig? You’re also a Venerable, isn’t that disgusting?"

"What do you care what I call you?" San Niang said, even as she sulkily had her medicine snatched away, "Hey, why aren’t you taking a seat? You and Tang Wanzhuang seem to be enjoying staring each other down."

Vermilion Bird was not having fun at all; staring at Tang Wanzhuang had grown tiresome, and he couldn’t reveal his jealousy. What was there to tear apart about Vermilion Bird’s identity? Next time he returned to the Capital, he would confront her using Huangfu Qing’s identity.

Having my man fight for you? What face do you have? Pah.

At the banquet, there was also Cui Wenjing making him tremendously uncomfortable—who would understand this feeling...

And then there was Ying Wu; although nothing substantial had happened, he had scolded him wrongly earlier and that seemed to have cost him some face...

He thought about leaving the seat to seek out his man, only to realize he couldn’t.

Huangfu Qing couldn’t possibly show up here; he couldn’t take off his mask and get cozy with his man. In front of him, he could only be the Vermilion Bird Venerable. As the Vermilion Bird Venerable, how could he talk to him? Simply praise him from a great height for a job well done? Offer him a few Holy Sect medicinal concoctions as a consolation?

Hmm, that might actually work.

At that thought, Vermilion Bird grew restless, feeling as though there were needles under his bottom. He couldn’t sit still at the banquet any longer and hastily made an excuse to slip out.

Throughout the event, he’d failed to realize his target of observation at the banquet hadn’t even noticed his good sister was missing...

He was already too used to this hiding turtle being absent; always missing without a trace on ordinary days.

Slipping stealthily to the man’s room, Vermilion Bird was so enraged he nearly burst into flames, "What the heck are you doing, Guigui!"

Taking a deep breath, he maintained the cold and tyrannical image of the Vermilion Bird Venerable in Zhao Changhe’s eyes, and said icily, "He and the Winged Fire Snake, I permitted that. Who asked you to owe favors?"

He shouldn’t have said that—a statement that made Guigui almost burst out laughing, nearly rolling on the floor, "Ha...hahahaha..."

That statement sent a chill through Vermilion Bird’s heart.

As much as others might guess that Huangfu Qing was Vermilion Bird, no one had exposed it and Vermilion Bird didn’t know they had guessed.

Only one person knew all along that Huangfu Qing was Vermilion Bird, and it was no secret.

"I permitted that...," uttered before San Niang, made Vermilion Bird’s face burn, feeling like a complete clown.

Enraged and embarrassed, worried San Niang would spill the beans, Vermilion Bird furiously pounced, "Laugh what laugh, today you’ll see who calls the shots in the Four Symbols Sect!"

"Bang bang smash smash..." They started fighting.

Of course, San Niang wouldn’t reveal anything, rather, she seemed guilty as if she almost had spilled the beans, compensating with a smile as she took the blows and leapt out the window.

Vermilion Bird fiercely pounced out, "Don’t run!"

Zhao Changhe stood by, watching Vermilion Bird and Xuanwu’s great battle roll out the window, feeling like he was watching a montage play, clueless about what they were up to.

Where’s my medicine?

You guys are here to visit the sick, after all, where’s my medicine?

Guigui and the silly bird had nearly made it to the foot of Mount Huiji before they finally stopped, gasping for breath.

San Niang smiled broadly, "The Capital hit me, you hit me here too... are you still hitting or not?"

Vermilion Bird instantly deflated, "San Niang... please never reveal it, I can’t face the shame..."

"Qing’er~" San Niang cheerfully lifted Vermilion Bird’s chin, "Give grandpa a smile..."

Vermilion Bird swallowed his pride, "He doesn’t really call me Qing’er; we all find it disgusting..."

"Alright Qing’er..." San Niang turned away, "Come on, give mama a shoulder rub."

Her butt swayed too attractively; Vermilion Bird couldn’t hold back, kicking her squarely on the rear, "If it weren’t for your scheming, I wouldn’t have fallen into the hands of a man a few years younger. And now you’ve got the nerve?"

Caught off guard, San Niang was kicked into the air, screaming, "Silly bird, just you wait!"

Vermilion Bird stamped and cursed, "You wait! You think I can’t play tricks too?"

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PS: The censorship rules are really bizarre, some place names are alright, but some are censored... The name censored last Chapter was puyang, to the west of Langya, this PY is really too much, it kills me.

With such censorship, a famous saying gets lost: "The Prime Minister’s troops, wherever they fought, they conquered, wherever they attacked, they seized, Zhang knew well. Back when PY attacked Lv Bu..."

Lv Bu: As a great man living between heaven and earth, how can I languish beneath others forever! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

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