Chaotic World Book-Chapter 445 - 432 Dragon Sparrow Acknowledges Its Master

Tang Wanju had left, and even stopped administering the medicine...

Anyway, he was almost healed.

Poor Bao Qin had just arrived, dusty from her travel, not even a day ago; she had barely begun her vacation plans when she was taken away against her will, weeping loudly, still cruelly dragged by the young lady.

Zhao Changhe didn’t even know whether Tang Wanju left because she didn’t want to become a catastrophic temptress, or because she was afraid that after he recovered, she would be—what terrific timing to run away.

Wordlessly, he returned to his own house; the once bustling courtyard had become desolate, the only constant being Tang Buqi’s broad face, which had shifted from stern to all smiles.

It was evident that, after several days of turmoil, Tang Buqi had concluded his affairs in Huiji and had gained complete control over the place, now inclined to add some attendants to his residence.

The servants in his own courtyard were all male, and elderly at that.

"Don’t look at me with that expression," Tang Buqi, embracing a maid and fanning himself, said with a smile, "In the past you were my brother, and of course, I would include you in any good fortune, sending maids and servants as a token of our brotherhood. Now, since someone wants to become my uncle, I dare not introduce him to a life of pleasure, lest my aunt beat him; times have changed."

Zhao Changhe was expressionless.

That smug tone was virtually saying, "Serves you right for becoming my uncle; I’d see you dead."

"Just stop sulking. If I knew you really intended to become my uncle, I’d wish I could go back a year to when I was sending you Sisi, and punch that blindly loyal version of myself in the face, calling him an idiot."

Zhao Changhe helplessly said, "Sisi and I don’t have that kind of relationship. Do you really think you could have sent her to me, trying to dress like your aunt or something?"

"No relationship, huh? The place you’re heading to seems to be where she is. Dare you slap your chest and claim, when you come out, there won’t be another person by your side?"

Zhao Changhe inwardly thought of the multitude of tasks awaiting him there, all extremely perilous, with life and death unpredictable. Who would have time to chase girls? So, he confidently slapped his chest, "Of course I dare."

Tang Buqi’s demeanor instantly became affable, "Alright, alright."

Zhao Changhe felt both amused and annoyed as this guy clearly disapproved of him courting his aunt, yet subconsciously defended her rights to feel jealous.

People, really.

"I’m saying, you’re now the commander of the three armies, your name resounds throughout Jiangnan, why still behave like a young master? Can’t you be a bit more dignified?" Zhao Changhe eyed the maid in Tang Buqi’s arms and said acidly, "Look at your antics, if word gets out, it’d ruin your reputation."

"Pfft," Tang Buqi scoffed, "That’s just for the public; no need to pretend among brothers."

Pausing a moment with implication, "Seems someone’s status will change soon, possibly showing different faces to friends... Ah, people."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Tang Buqi leisurely said, "Is there anything you need help with?"

Zhao Changhe responded weakly, "No."

"I’m talking about your trip to the Southwest. You say you’re seeking a Secret Realm but there’s no entrance; you’ll have to explore there. My aunt mentioned this before leaving, asked me to try and assist. But I can’t see how I could possibly help you... Great Xia’s governance hasn’t really reached into the Southwest; it’s mostly autonomous tribal chiefs, our reach doesn’t extend that far."

Zhao Changhe pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "No need, I’ll check it out myself. There are people from the Demon Suppression Department there anyway; if help is needed, they can lend a hand."

Tang Buqi said, "Li Si’an does business there; he’s quite familiar with the area. He might be able to assist you, find him if necessary."

"Not opening a brothel there, are you?"

"No, he’s got plenty of business, dealing in goods with that area. Previously, Sisi also exchanged goods with us, transported via Li Si’an’s caravan. He’s also one of the few who knows of Sisi’s existence."

"Alright, understood."

"All good then." Tang Buqi, embracing the maid, staggeringly left, "Before, you’d look sour at me, now it’s my turn to see you sour. I’m off to enjoy my life of pleasure; you go play with knives, until next time."

Zhao Changhe felt smoke rising from his head.

So your aunt tasked you with helping me, and you just pass it off to Li Si’an.

Li Si’an is not only from the Demon Suppression Department but also the Bandit Brothers. If I needed him, I wouldn’t need you to tell me, I could find him myself.

What infuriated him most was that Tang Buqi really could live joyously, while he himself, the object of disdain, had accomplished nothing.

Annoyedly, he pulled out his swords from the ring; the swords, indeed quiet and as if devoid of any spiritual essence, remained inactive.

Zhao Changhe tried mentally contacting the Dragon Sparrow, hoping to achieve the kind of communication Cui Yuanyang had with the Qinghe Sword and the Lianshan Sword, but it was like casting stones into the sea—no response.

This communication wasn’t something anyone could just do; previously Yang Jingxiu, despite being far more advanced in cultivation than Yuan Yang, couldn’t communicate with the Lianshan Sword, the Divine Sword at home like a vegetable. Yet Yuan Yang’s extremely pure Qinghe Sword Intent somehow elicited a response from the Lianshan Sword, proving that Old Yang’s Sword Intent was disagreeable to it, thus ignored.

Even with Dragon Sparrow’s haughty and adolescent demeanor, it’s far from lower than the Lianshan Sword... Having it by my side for so long, I’ve never achieved normal communication; heaven knows what it’s thinking right now.

I might as well try communicating with the Ancient Sword Dragon Emperor? This sword from ancient times should be more steady...

With my left hand, I tried to perceive the intent of the ancient sword and, as expected, gained something.

A very strange communication mode—it wasn’t a dialogue, yet it seemed I could vaguely understand what the other was implying.

The first intent of the ancient sword seemed to say, "You and I are fated."

But as for what exactly "fated" meant, the information couldn’t be received in such detail. If I filled in the gaps, I once found the Azure Dragon Seal with Chichi, who received a complete inheritance and also passed on a shallow layer of the Azure Dragon’s intent to me during the transfer of energy; I also found the Azure Dragon True Coffin with San Niang and grasped the Azure Dragon Rejuvenation Technique from the coffin carvings.

This connection was indeed quite deep.

The second intent of the ancient sword: "You possess an Emperor’s aura, coupled with this connection, you might become my new master."

Zhao Changhe felt a surge of joy, and then received a third intent: "But as there can’t be two suns in the sky, I cannot coexist with this broken knife. If you have it, I am not yours. Discard it, and I will acknowledge you as master."

The implication was, originally the ancient sword maintained its pride, as if "might" suggested there would need to be some sort of test. But then, seeing Dragon Sparrow, the ancient sword became anxious, skipping the test entirely, simply saying discard it and it’s settled.

Zhao Changhe suddenly felt a reaction in his right hand as well, but upon careful perception, there was no message.

Perhaps his imagination was too strong, but he always felt like a little ponytailed loli was eavesdropping with her ears propped...

In fact, without eavesdropping, Zhao Changhe naturally knew his choice: "Sword brother, Dragon Sparrow and I have been through thick and thin together and have faced countless mighty foes. Unless it abandons me, I absolutely cannot forsake it."

Dragon Sparrow seemed a bit lighter by three points.

The intent of the ancient sword showed neither joy nor sorrow: "Then our fated connection is over."

Then, there was no more sound.

Zhao Changhe wasn’t troubled, the silence also showed no resistance, implying it could be used as a normal sword, just like he used to use Dragon Sparrow. Being able to use it was enough... Ultimately, his goal was to forge the Night Emperor’s Sword, and this sword had to be returned to San Niang. Truly acknowledging a master would actually make that inappropriate.

He tried to communicate with Dragon Sparrow again, and this time, Dragon Sparrow finally conveyed its will: "That’s more like it, otherwise see if I care about you."

Zhao Changhe: "?"

So your previous ignorance was not that I couldn’t communicate, but because you were being haughty...

Dragon Sparrow conveyed its will again: "I am the Emperor’s Sword, meant only for an emperor to conquer lands. You are not an emperor, but you can be an ally, fighting alongside you. From today on, you are the emperor."

This haughty one, clearly meant "from today, you can be my master," but just wouldn’t say it outright.

Zhao Changhe still confirmed: "But I haven’t declared myself emperor."

The will of Dragon Sparrow conveyed: "Whether one is an emperor or not isn’t determined by one’s claim, but if others recognize it."

Zhao Changhe scratched his head: "Don’t you know that was all an act... we’ve never hidden our conversations from you."

Dragon Sparrow responded: "But deep down, she truly thinks so."

Zhao Changhe was shocked, falling silent.

Dragon Sparrow too, remained silent. This idiot, not even responding, do I have to say outright, ’be my master’? ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Zhao Changhe sighed deeply, speaking earnestly, "Dragon Sparrow, I don’t know if you like hearing the truth..."

Dragon Sparrow: "..."

"You are the Emperor’s Sword, this way of acknowledging a master always makes me feel like I’m making a promise to become an emperor, something I don’t want to commit to. Putting aside a master-servant conversation stripped of the meaning of life, as a sword, having followed me so long, I will definitely not let anyone else have you. You are my sword, only mine. Whether or not you acknowledge me, you see me as a partner or an ally, that’s your matter, I don’t care how you see it, just as long as you are with me."

Dragon Sparrow trembled slightly.

The conveyed will was unclear, and Zhao Changhe didn’t know if it was his misperception, but it seemed to feel a climax-like relief.

Zhao Changhe: "?"

The will of Dragon Sparrow, previously unclear, became incredibly clear, as if in a conversation: "Such should be the will of an emperor, truly my master."

Zhao Changhe was stupefied.

The blade subtly flashed with light, its previously intentionally rusted and dim appearance made by Cui Wenjing completely disappeared, transforming back into an ancient-looking, Blood Qi-infused war sword. The blade was engraved with the form of Dragon Sparrow, its fangs bared and claws dancing, as if about to soar into the heavens.

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