Chaotic World Book-Chapter 438 - 425: Your Qi Luck is Abnormal

Vermilion Bird had originally come to say farewell.

Having accomplished all the necessary exchanges, gained the combat insights she sought, and dug up the information she wanted, her visit was not solely to work for Tang Wanzhuang. The mutual benefits were sufficient.

Who would want to stay here, watching her own little man who she couldn’t touch, while he flirted with Tang Wanzhuang right in front of her? Had it not been for her desire to say a final goodbye to her little man, she would have left long ago.

Now she had come to bid farewell and had fiercely been given the eyes by a sparrow... It was both irritating and perversely satisfying.

Because looking at Tang Wanzhuang with her hairpin askew and her eyes misty... As long as she imagined that this was Tang Wanzhuang after being played with by the Four Symbols Sect’s Room Fire Pig, the flavor was... quite something.

Yet she was painfully aware that such feelings were somewhat self-deceiving, which only added to her frustration.

Vermilion Bird, who had always fancied herself as decisive and resolute in killing, found herself unable to determine whether she wanted to see this scene or not. Deciding that "out of sight, out of mind" was best, she truly took her leave.

In the future, she’d come back under a different identity to deal with them. The identity of Vermilion Bird was too much of a disadvantage!

Seeing her flustered and preoccupied, San Niang took the chance to slip away as well.

What a joke—was she actually supposed to stay here waiting for her man to teach her blacksmithing? She was here for a good laugh, not to become the laughing stock. Now that she had had her fun, she was content to leave.

However, San Niang did remember to attend to some serious business on her way out, unlike Vermilion Bird. She took off her mask, changed her hairstyle, switched her clothes, adjusted her perfume, and then scampered off to find Ying Wu.

Ying Wu was having breakfast and could hardly contain his mirth and annoyance upon seeing the completely transformed San Niang before him, and asked knowingly, "Weren’t you in Yellow Sand Market? How come you are in Jiangnan?"

"What’s wrong, can’t a girl from Jiangnan come home to visit?" San Niang acted to the hilt, her voice even slightly different from when she wore her Guigui mask, mainly taking on a more languid and seductive tone.

When she wore her mask, she was the dignified Xuanwu Venerable. Firm and unyielding. When she threw a punch, thirty years of cultivation followed; Ying Wu dared not face it head-on.

Suddenly, she understood Vermilion Bird.

She also understood why Zhao Changhe couldn’t recognize her; indeed, they looked completely different. Especially with a woman’s hairstyle changed, they can look strikingly dissimilar.

"Have a seat, want some porridge?" Ying Wu methodically ate his porridge, "How are things in the Northern Border? Since spring has passed, has there been any movement on the grassland?"

Without any pretense, San Niang also had some porridge, "Tie Muer managed to survive... But his injuries from before haven’t healed, so he’s not provoking Ba Tu for the time being. Ba Tu is also recovering and fears Tie Muer’s third-ranked strength, daring not to press too hard. Both sides are restrained, so there’s not much to say about the Northern Border in the past few months. That’s why I came back to take a look."

Ying Wu asked, "You’ve been away from Jiangnan so long, do you still remember your hometown customs? Do you find it somewhat unfamiliar upon returning?"

San Niang spaced out for a moment and sighed, "Well, I haven’t quite forgotten. If you’re talking about unfamiliarity, it’s because Maitreya has ravaged the place, leaving desolation... Before coming here, I passed through Hangzhou, and what a sight it’s become, worse than the Yellow Sand Market... Hard to believe this is Jiangnan."

Ying Wu slowly said, "So you’re angry? It’s rare to see you so inflamed with rage."

"Hey," San Niang put down her porridge bowl, "I’ve just arrived, weary from travel; what rage have you seen in me?"

Ying Wu chuckled.

You, with your procrastination, unleashing such a fierce punch is not easy, and to do it so fiercely that it drew blood at the corner of your mouth—when have you ever been so committed?

Well, let her act if she wants to act, why bother exposing her?

Ying Wu shook his head and smiled, "So, what brings you to me?"

"Have you heard of this thing called Night Sand?" San Niang asked, somewhat expectantly.

Ying Wu frowned with slight annoyance.

He had always thought himself to be a know-it-all regarding matters of Ancient Times, but lately, more and more things were cropping up that he had never heard of. Not long ago, this what’s-it-called Yunyang Leaf—his organization frantically scoured manuals for a whole month to find a clue; they only found one related to Yunyang Mountain, and even then, there’s no guarantee that Yunyang Leaf is to be found there—it could just be a coincidence in name.

And now there’s this Night Sand... Without even thinking, Ying Wu knew this was yet another one of Zhao Changhe’s things.

Curious, indeed. He had spent his whole life dealing with these objects and had never encountered such esoteric items so frequently. Only a few months after meeting a certain someone, they kept coming.

Some call it destiny or karmic affinity, but Ying Wu still thought Zhao Changhe’s fortune was a bit too strange, not quite normal.

It felt like a setup... He wondered if Zhao Changhe himself was aware of it.

Xia Longyuan’s rise to power had something similar, but he was prouder and more reckless, ultimately leading to the current chaotic situation. On the surface, Zhao Changhe seemed bold and heroic, but in reality, he was quite stable... It was still uncertain which path he would eventually take.

Of course, Ying Wu didn’t mind being specifically consulted about these matters, as this was his own interest and pursuit. The rarer and stranger the items, the more intrigued he was. His thoughts flickered, and he chuckled, "I haven’t heard of it, but I’ll look for clues when I return to Main Base. No guarantees I’ll find any."

San Niang scratched her head, "When will you go back to search?"

She simply intended to gauge how long she might need to stay, but to Ying Wu, it sounded like she was hurrying him. Pretending to tease her, he said, "I haven’t been around Jiangnan for a while either. Now that Maitreya’s been subdued and nature is reviving, the scenery here is unmatched, I too want to enjoy it a while longer. When I’ll return? We’ll see."

San Niang was anxious, "What time is it, and you’re still talking about scenery? Stabilizing Maitreya is nothing. The situation is actually becoming more intensely volatile, not more stable!"

Ying Wu couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "What kind of magic does Zhao Changhe have that even you..."

San Niang: "¿"

No, seriously, Night Sand is used for casting the Night Emperor’s Sword, a major affair for our sect. What does it have to do with Zhao Changhe?

Ying Wu said with a smile, "What? Wasn’t it for his sake that you asked?"

San Niang opened her mouth and then closed it.

Could she say it wasn’t? That was the material for his sword casting...

Seeing San Niang’s expression, Ying Wu found it even funnier, "Alright, I have some things to say to him too. After that, I’ll head back to avoid my niece getting anxious with me."

Poor Guigui was slow to react. San Niang stood there, dumbfounded, feeling as if some sort of public reputation was about to crack.

What made Guigui’s head hurt even more was the realization that she couldn’t leave even if she wanted to—it seemed she still had to teach someone the Sword Casting Method...

...

By the time Ying Wu found Zhao Changhe, he was leaning on the bed, taking his medicine.

Tang Wanju sat beside the bed, feeding him the medicine, and Zhao Changhe made a face as if the medicine tasted terribly bitter, wrinkling his nose.

Ying Wu thought he was seeing things at first, so he stepped back, rubbed his eyes, and entered again, only to find the scene unchanged.

"What’s so bitter about it, stop putting on a show. Or do you want a ’Tang’ big ear slapping?" Tang Wanju really was sitting by the bed feeding him the medicine, not even bothering to avoid outsiders...

Ying Wu smacked his lips and suddenly felt it wasn’t that big of a deal, so he knocked on the door frame, "Am I interrupting the two of you?"

"Cough," Zhao Changhe said, "What are your commands, Lord Ying?"

"Who would dare command you? It’s always you commanding me, isn’t it? No sooner had the matter of the Yunyang Leaf finished than here comes Night Sand. You’re too embarrassed to ask yourself..." Ying Wu said, "I’m just here to inquire about where you get the names for these things, and if it’s convenient to tell me?"

Zhao Changhe hesitated for a moment and then shook his head, "Night Sand comes from a Sword Casting Manual, while Yunyang Leaf and Soul Entangling Grass are from medical texts. The sources are not the same. You could say it was all just a coincidence..."

He couldn’t possibly reveal the existence of the blind man—that outcome would be hard to predict.

Ying Wu stared at him intently for a while, clearly knowing he was holding back some information, but didn’t make a fuss. Instead, he said, "I was thinking earlier that there’s something odd about your fate. You should be wary and not take it for granted."

"Did you come all this way to say that?"

"Indeed, am I supposed to feed you medicine? I’ve don’t have sweets, but I do have plenty of big ear slappings if you want one?"

Tang Wanju: "..."

Zhao Changhe struggled down from the bed, bowed formally, "Thank you."

Ying Wu took another long look at him and suddenly smiled, "You are better than Xia Longyuan."

After saying that, he left without saying goodbye.

Tang Wanju watched his back as he left and whispered softly, "Truly a rough and bold hero."

Zhao Changhe didn’t respond to that comment but sat back at the head of the bed, staring at the ceiling, somewhat lost in thought.

Many so-called "turns of fate" were actually due to the guidance of the blind man, which naturally led him to encounter many things that ordinary people wouldn’t come across. Furthermore, being a transmigrator naturally involved some uniqueness. For example, the card drawing from before the transmigration, which led to the False Prince’s tumult and so on, were all normal occurrences. This also meant he didn’t dwell on these things.

But beyond that, could there be anything else special?

For instance, the peculiar fate connected with the Four Symbols Sect, interacting with items from the Sect frequently enough to surprise Huangfu Qing and benefit both Vermilion Bird and Xuanwu... and his own peculiar Star Intent...

This should have nothing to do with the blind man.

In fact, the first page of the Heavenly Book, the process of acquiring that piece of gold foil, wasn’t based on the blind man’s guidance—purely fluke. On the other hand, after obtaining the gold foil, the blind man seemed to regard him with a different eye. It’s unclear how much of the effect was due to the Beauty Liquid...

Were these turns of fate related to the third card that the blind man never explained?

Or was there something else besides the blind man, some other issue?

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