Chaotic World Book-Chapter 434 - 421 Not Yet Asleep

The blind man had disappeared, and Zhao Changhe opened his eyes, the moonlight faint and stars sparse outside the window.

It was still night...

He must have slept too early; everyone else was still at the dinner party when he had fallen asleep, and now he didn’t know the time.

He briefly assessed the state of his body; it was still painful, but it basically didn’t affect his ability to get out of bed... To think that he could get up so quickly after being sliced in the chest, the medicine from the Four Symbols Sect really had started to border on the mystical...

Of course, it also had a lot to do with the development of his Blood Shura Body; although the Blood Shura Body wasn’t defensive, at the very least, it was more durable than a normal body, with incredibly vigorous life essence and blood, much stronger resistance to blows, and a much better healing capability.

He really should aim to enhance the Blood Shura Body further...

His repeated fights beyond his level, or rather, his current streak of never being defeated among his peers, was largely due to his Saber Technique comprehension and his Blood Shura Body, since his strength surpassed those of the same level, providing a foundational advantage.

From the recent battles, corpse demons that blades and spears could not penetrate could generally be considered a type of special physique. If, in the future, everyone acquired various special physiques due to great changes in the world, his wouldn’t stand out and would lose its advantage.

On the contrary, the disadvantage would become noticeable — his own meridians were ultimately slightly weaker than those of normal people. He had previously resolved this issue adequately to properly cultivate to the First Secret Treasure level, but what about moving forward? It appeared insufficient.

The blind man’s intention was clear; no matter how the worldly situations changed, it wasn’t about the extent of influence one could exert from the Human List. For him, the most important thing was to improve his own cultivation.

In fact, Zhao Changhe had only activated the First Secret Treasure in January and entered the Human List at the beginning of February; it had only been one and a half months until now. He couldn’t help but feel a subconscious thought to "I’ve just started here, let’s pause for a moment," but in the blind man’s view, this stage was no different from small stages like the first or second layers of Mystical Gate; there was nothing that needed pausing...

It was all about perspective.

Now that he had obtained a Secret Treasure Level Cultivation Technique from the Blood Evil Skill and found the next direction to upgrade the Blood Shura Body, it was indeed time to aim straight for the Second Layer Secret Treasure. That included the Star Intent needed for sword forging, which could be explored during this phase.

If this world was drastically severed from the previous epoch, then the stairs connecting the two would be the various Secret Realms, and those with clans still existing, like the Ancient Spirit Clan, contained a massive amount of suitable materials for exploration at this stage.

Clans like this might be numerous, such as the Sea Race, but the deepest origins were indeed from the Ancient Spirit Clan... It certainly warranted a visit.

But he always felt that the world was undergoing great changes, and venturing into a large subsidiary instance without seeing the outside world, not even knowing how many months it would require, was it appropriate...

Zhao Changhe lingered for a moment, then walked to the window.

He suddenly paused; under the moonlight, there was a bottle of medicine and a bowl of medicinal soup on the windowsill table.

Zhao Changhe picked up the medicinal soup and sniffed it, taking a small sip. The medicine was warm.

This prescription... it was distinctly in Wanzhuang’s style. She had taught him all he knew about medicine, and he recognized it from just a sip.

Scenes flashed in Zhao Changhe’s mind, Tang Wanju finishing her duties, hurrying into the room to personally prepare the medicine, sneaking it over under cover of night, and entering through the window.

Then, watching him as he slept, without disturbing him, she carefully placed the medicine beside him, looked back once more, and quietly left.

Just visualizing such a scene was enough to soften anyone’s heart.

Zhao Changhe thought for a moment, drank the rest of the medicine, stepped out the door, and decided to go find Tang Wanju to talk.

Whether to discuss future plans or to speak of affection, he himself didn’t know at that moment.

In fact, he could imagine a bit deeper.

Tang Wanju hadn’t just personally prepared and brought over the medicine, standing under the moonlight in the room, quietly watching him sleep, for nearly half an hour.

Before leaving, she had touched his face... then, as if electrocuted, quickly withdrew her hand and swiftly left through the window.

If Zhao Changhe knew of this scene, he probably would have floated as he walked...

It was only after he stepped out that he realized he didn’t know at all which courtyard Tang Wanju lived in.

This was originally the Huiji Governor Mansion, later converted into the headquarters of the Maitreya Sect Hierarch after Tang Buqi took over, and it was clear a major clean-up had happened since then; now, the mansion had no servants, with individuals like Ying Wu and Cui Yang living independently, not requiring servants or guards, making it difficult to find someone to ask momentarily.

Listening intently with his Five Senses, there was still noise in the city; Tang Buqi was directing the wrap-up work, cleaning up the remnants of the Maitreya followers in the city, busy until late at night without end...

It really wasn’t easy for this guy... not knowing whether he had returned to rest yet.

Sighing, Zhao Changhe abruptly moved, heading straight for the main courtyard.

"Considering Tang Buqi’s fondness for treasures, he definitely arranged for his aunt to stay in the main residence," Zhao Changhe thought to himself as he didn’t even bother to ask.

Zhao Changhe tiptoed his way to the main courtyard of the back house, still with no servants in sight. Moonlight flowed like water, casting a serene glow across the courtyard, where an old stone table stood, still cluttered with the remains of tea that had not been cleaned up.

Having come to Huiji to wage a decisive battle, Bao Qin was clearly not around, leaving Zhao Changhe to picture Tang Wanzhuang all alone in the courtyard, sipping tea under the moon and sighing softly. The thought tingled his heart, prompting him gently to knock on the door.

She must be awake, since the medicinal soup from earlier was still warm. She must have just come back.

The sound of the door being knocked stirred rustling sounds of dressing from inside, and the door creaked open.

Zhao Changhe’s smile froze on his face.

Tang Buqi’s broad face appeared, framed by sleepy, dark circles under his eyes, his voice tinged with resignation, "In the middle of the night, what do you want?"

Damn it, he actually took the main residence for himself. Didn’t see that coming from those bushy eyebrows! What about filial piety...

Zhao Changhe cleared his throat, "I was recuperating from an injury and just woke up to complete darkness. You’re the main general, after all, so naturally, I came to discuss some matters with you. I thought given your advanced cultivation, you likely don’t need much sleep, did I interrupt?"

Tang Buqi sighed, "I was just getting into bed to rest... No problem, let’s talk if you want to talk."

Saying so, he went ahead to the stone table to make tea. "This is from when Master Yuan Cheng visited just now to drink tea. I didn’t even have the energy to tidy up."

"Cough, cough." Zhao Changhe sat to one side and opened his own flask of wine. "Forget boiling the water, how about some wine?"

Tang Buqi chuckled, "Right, I forgot you prefer wine over tea."

Actually, Zhao Changhe was interested in tea too, but he didn’t want to waste time boiling water and just wanted to make up a few excuses and leave...

He casually poured wine for Tang Buqi and sighed, "Who could have imagined that you’d become one of Great Xia’s famed generals now..."

Tang Buqi replied, "I’m far from a famed general. Honestly, fighting the Maitreya Sect doesn’t really show off my capabilities. If we ever really go up against the Wang Family, maybe that would truly test my mettle."

"I get the feeling Wang Zhaoqing can’t stand up to you, at least he doesn’t have your battlefield experience."

"The Wang Family has fought plenty against the nomads." Tang Buqi changed the subject, "Anyway, back then, I was afraid of dying, worried about wandering the Worldly Society alone, risking death at any turn... Now, I’ve realized leading battles suits me better. After all, occasions needing the main general to charge are few. When it’s really necessary, nevertheless, I’m ready."

"Because those are all battles you have planned and prepared for, so you’re confident?"

"Pretty much..." Tang Buqi laughed, "Though deep down, I still envy the carefree life of the Worldly Society... Ha, perhaps it was never meant for me. It’s a stage meant for someone like you." freёwebnoѵel.com

"Come on, aren’t you exactly the type to ride a horse leaning over a bridge, with beauties waving from every floor? That’s also the dashing life of the Worldly Society."

Tang Buqi shot him a sidelong glance, "Is that your excuse for flirting around?"

Zhao Changhe took a sip of his wine and said nothing.

Exhausted, Tang Buqi muttered lethargically, "I’m too tired to lecture you now, but you drag me out in the middle of the night to discuss these nonsense topics? If you have something serious to say, then say it quickly. I need to sleep..."

I actually just wanted to ask you which room your aunt is staying in. Now, should I even ask? Are you going to draw your sword and stab me?

As Zhao Changhe scrambled for a new topic, Tang Wanzhuang’s voice came from outside, "Why aren’t you two resting? Drinking in the middle of the night? Don’t you care about your health anymore?"

Turning around, Tang Wanzhuang strolled in from outside, her beauty ethereal under the moonlight.

Tang Buqi was about to complain that it wasn’t him neglecting his health; he had just gotten into bed after a tiresome day, and here was this guy randomly showing up to spout a bunch of nonsense...

But before he could speak, Zhao Changhe interrupted, "My minor injuries are almost healed now, thanks to careful medication... I was bored in the middle of the night, so I went for a walk. Tang Buqi also hadn’t slept, so we ended up talking about old times, and it was quite engaging..."

Tang Buqi: "..."

Tang Wanzhuang’s eyes twinkled with amusement as they lingered on their faces, "Tang Buqi has worked hard today; let him rest. Whatever you brothers need to discuss can wait till tomorrow. Come with me, let me check your injuries."

Tang Buqi blurted out, "No, I’m still feeling quite spirited. Aunt, instead of being alone with him, why not join us for some wine?"

Both directed a glare at him, in unison retorting, "What business do children have to disrupt adult conversation? Go to sleep!"

Face clouded with sorrow, Tang Buqi muttered, "So, the act is totally off now, huh?"

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