Chaotic World Book-Chapter 471 - 458: The Sword Shatters Ba Mountain

Zhao Changhe really had become addicted to combat, that bout he scheduled with Lei Zhentang was not just tough talk, he truly wanted to fight.

Even knowing he might not win against someone practicing the Blood Evil Skill, that’s just the way a man becomes with Blood Evil raging within him.

Luckily, he managed to suppress that itch for action, or else the red in his eyes would have been impossible to hide.

In fact, wielding the sword and suppressing the Blood Evil Skill meant that Zhao Changhe could only perform at half his normal strength, but Zhao Changhe found it surprisingly enjoyable. It was somewhat akin to the feeling of cutting a swath through the Kunlun Secret Realm, facing all manner of new situations, wracking his brain to apply the skills that were seldom used on ordinary days. That burst of inspiration and clash of passions was difficult to experience amidst the frenzy of the blade.

Perhaps it was a love of novelty? No... it was the joy a martial artist feels when facing new challenges, like a gamer encountering an interesting version update.

And his swordsmanship, which he’d always edged around without truly committing to practicing, now seemed increasingly enjoyable the more he used it. The feel of the saber and sword really was distinct.

The saber was wild and fierce, direct and capable of cutting down legions of enemies.

The sword was unrestrained and elegant; it offered the joy of a myriad of intricate maneuvers, as well as the deadly decisiveness of a life-and-death struggle.

Actually, he had been familiar with the sword for a long time... He’d merged swordsmanship into his saber technique long ago, but such integration could never fully exploit the value of swordsmanship; the essence was still that of a saber. Only now, by separating them, did he truly begin to understand the sword.

It seemed he could feel the energy that used to howl and sweep through his blood and qi beginning to converge into a sharp edge. The first thing that came to Zhao Changhe’s mind was the Blade Grass necessary for Body Refining and the Body Refining direction Li Shentong had talked about.

So that was it.

All that he had learned and known, seemingly unrelated, actually merged and connected.

And... the so-called Gu, and the natural anomalies from the second page of the Heavenly Book, could all be corresponded... Though the page was said to correspond to Tang Wanju, wasn’t it also corresponding to this trip to the Miao Region? So much so that within the VR of the Heavenly Book, an increasing number of Gu insect effects began to gradually manifest, which were, in fact, all natural biology.

What one has gained, what the enemy has shown, gradually point together, forming a bridge between heaven and earth.

"Buzz!" Suddenly, a surge of qi and blood roared inside him, as if feeling a sense of chaotic boiling.

Zhao Changhe looked up to see a woman standing in front of him with an apologetic expression, "Our Curse Technique requires a medium, we just used the corpse killed by Protector Sisi to invoke the curse, hoping Protector Sisi doesn’t see it as a stealth attack or collusion with others."

Strictly speaking, it really was, but since cursing necessitates such an approach and she spoke about it openly, Zhao Changhe didn’t mind and smiled, "Of course."

The woman exhaled in relief and said with a smile, "This is a Blood Curse, leading to chaos in the qi and blood of the entire body; at best, it results in a loss of strength, at worst, one may explode and die. If Protector Sisi feels unable to resist, you can call a halt earlier."

Zhao Changhe said, "Will it count if I hold on?"

The woman shook her head, "I would naturally still take that opportunity to attack; otherwise, what would be the point of holding you back..."

As she spoke, a Miao Blade appeared in her hand, and she cautiously sliced towards him, "Protector Sisi, please be mindful."

"Big sister doesn’t have to be so polite, you could go a little harder with that cut." Zhao Changhe chuckled, and suddenly his sword lashed out like a dragon, precisely tapping the side of the Miao Blade.

Sharp Sword Qi rushed forth, nearly knocking the sword out of the woman’s grip, causing her to retreat in alarm, "You’re completely unaffected by the curse?"

Zhao Changhe grinned, "No big deal, I have the Blood and Flesh Safe Gu."

What kind of Gu was this?

Everyone looked at each other, puzzled.

Sisi couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Qi and blood, wasn’t this hitting right at Zhao Changhe’s strength? You might as well try a different curse, like the Lustful Gu... hmm, that seems pointless too; just yesterday in the bathtub... and this aunt isn’t as pretty as me, so if it didn’t work on me...

While musing over this, Zhao Changhe suddenly "huh"ed, feeling an overwhelming sense of drowsiness.

Fighting amidst the heat of battle yet feeling so sleepy that he could fall asleep standing up, propped by his sword. The opponent’s Miao Blade had taken the opportunity to disentangle from the contention of his sword movements and was cutting back toward him.

The woman sighed, "This is the Sleepy Gu. It had already quietly attached to your body..."

"Snap!" Before her words were finished, a tiny Gu insect suddenly fell from Zhao Changhe’s body. Zhao Changhe’s gaze regained its clarity, and his left hand swiftly and unreachably captured the wrist of the woman’s slicing Miao Blade, his longsword already placed against her throat.

The woman stared in astonishment, "How did you do that? You clearly did not notice it, and the Gu insect had already quietly possessed you..."

"I’m flattered," Zhao Changhe didn’t explain, his heart still racing.

Despite his nonchalant appearance, it was an extremely dangerous moment. Had he deciphered the situation even a moment later, the opponent’s Miao Blade would have been at his neck. The way he broke free was by using the keen vitality and Qi he had just grasped; when the Gu worm penetrated, it was as if it had entered a forest of swords, and it was prodded out... However, this kind of Gu insect was weaker, had it been stronger, he would have really been planted...

Witchcraft was truly hard to guard against, yet truly fascinating.

The woman stepped back with some admiration, while Zhao Changhe took several deep breaths, feeling somewhat exhausted.

Although the adversaries weren’t very advanced in their cultivation, he had to use every trick in his arsenal and couldn’t relax for a moment.

A handsome man with a straight posture and a figure like a sword slowly emerged in front of him. Taking measured steps to approach Zhao Changhe, he lifted his sword in challenge, "She Man Lan Wujiang asks for instruction from Protector Sisi."

Zhao Changhe’s eyes narrowed slightly, his slightly slouched shoulders began to straighten, and his will to fight ignited.

This temperament, this sword intent, this "Wu" generation.

Ba Mountain Sword House!

Hold on, wasn’t Han Wubing just a disciple? How come he shares a generational name with seniors like Shi Wuding?

As this thought flickered through his mind, he slowly said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Lan Wujiang squinted as he sized him up, slowly replying, "Indeed."

Zhao Changhe asked, "Are you truly from the She tribe?"

"Of course," responded Lan Wujiang, "And you? From the True Spirit Clan?"

Zhao Changhe, with his hands on his hips, declared, "Of course!"

Yue Hongling glanced at Sisi, who turned her head away.

"Good," said Lan Wujiang, "Your swordsmanship is very good."

Zhao Changhe retorted, "But your swordsmanship is not up to par."

Lan Wujiang looked at him coldly.

Sisi asked Yue Hongling in a low voice, "Do people who play with swords always talk like this?"

Yue Hongling tried not to laugh or cry, "Am I not someone who plays with swords? Tang Buqi also is, and who talks like this... Maybe he learned it from Han Wubing."

Sisi suggested, "Seems like in the future, we should keep him far from Han Wubing... how scary."

But then they heard Zhao Changhe continue, "You should have been the first to come out, that’s the way of a swordsman."

Lan Wujiang stood in silence for a moment and then slowly said, "Perhaps."

"Waiting for me to exhaust my strength before you act, you become timid," Zhao Changhe sneered. "Fearful without a fight, you are not worthy to be my opponent. I’ll let you strike first."

Finally, a flicker of anger passed through Lan Wujiang’s eyes.

Sword light suddenly filled the hall.

There was no brilliant glow, no wild aura.

A thread of sword light tore through the void and instantly neared Zhao Changhe’s throat.

Yue Hongling suddenly stood up, "Excellent sword technique!"

This was definitely a top swordsman of the Mystical Gate Ninth Layer, just one step away from entering the door to the Secret Treasure!

Zhao Changhe hid his use of Blood Evil Skill and switched from saber to sword. His own strength should have been halved, not to mention he had just experienced a series of battles, used every trick he knew, and was utterly exhausted. Could Zhao Changhe at this moment truly defeat such an opponent?

Zhao Changhe’s feet shifted slightly, and to those with poorer eyesight, it seemed like he hadn’t moved at all. But at the most brilliant point of Lan Wujiang’s sword light, Zhao Changhe had already inconspicuously dodged, and the next moment, the Dragon Emperor diagonally pointed, landing on the side of Lan Wujiang’s sword.

A "ding" sound resonated, and both men wavered slightly.

In the next moment, almost simultaneously, the intensity of their sword light surged. It was as if a thousand pear trees burst into blossom, like a sky filled with pouring rain.

Ba Mountain’s night rain swells the autumn pond.

Spring water joins the heavens with transverse emerald ripples.

The clashing sounds of their swords were incessant, close together like thousands of raindrops hitting a roof, too fast for most to follow, dazzling and bewildering to behold.

"Is this the battle of the Miao Region?" many people whispered among themselves. "Is this really not a fight from the Human List of the Central Plains?"

"Where are their Gu insects?"

"... The weaker Gu can’t even penetrate a sword net like this. They’ve chosen this method in agreement, precisely to prevent Gu sneak attacks. Otherwise, why use such a sword net in a one-on-one fight, which consumes a lot of energy?"

"So that’s how it is... What about the Gu that enhance oneself?"

Lan Wujiang was using one.

Yue Hongling clearly sensed the flow of Lan Wujiang’s strength, becoming more domineering and more incisive. The sword Qi he emitted seemed alive, twisting and turning, sprouting forth, all converging towards the position of Zhao Changhe.

Blade Grass... Blade Gu?

In contrast to Zhao Changhe, he used a similar method of sword Qi enveloping the surroundings, but how could the bit of sword Qi manipulation he learned from Tang Wanju compare to another’s practice, honed a thousand times over and menacing like a forest?

However, Lan Wujiang, caught in the midst of it all, did not feel at ease.

He too felt Zhao Changhe’s sword getting stronger and faster, as if each stroke was slightly more powerful than the last. After a hundred or so strikes, a momentum was building up, like the Yellow River rushing to the sea, becoming unstoppable.

What sword technique was this?

Zhao Changhe had learned the Avici Sword and the Endless Blood Sea from the Sword Emperor Inheritance. Each stroke could absorb a bit of power from the previous, gradually accumulating. Previously, it had been merged into his saber technique, but as his opponents grew stronger, they could consolidate their power without being absorbed, so he hadn’t used it for a long time. Now was the moment to reclaim it.

Lan Wujiang thought Zhao Changhe also used Gu and had adopted this Sword Rain pattern without prior agreement. The numerous exchanges in a short period were ideally suited for this technique.

By the time Lan Wujiang realized something was amiss, it was already too late.

A speck of sword light burst before his eyes, as if a galaxy hung in the Nine Heavens, piercing the heavens, a boundaryless surge of blood.

A fierce light flashed in Lan Wujiang’s eyes, and suddenly Man and Sword Unity charged straight towards the overwhelming peak of the surging waves.

Ba Mountain’s Ultimate Skill, No Return Date.

Wherever there is a Sword Rain stance, there must be a weakness to exploit. What seems to be the strongest point is often the most central junction.

"Excellent sword technique," Zhao Changhe actually had time to exclaim. "I’ve learned something, thank you."

"Clang!" Lan Wujiang’s longsword viciously penetrated the core, but Zhao Changhe’s sword momentum suddenly changed.

The sword momentum, like surging waves and an inverted Milky Way, abruptly contracted, converging to a point as if all the surging Blood Sea had gathered into a screaming vicious soul, seizing life and embracing death!

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The two passed by each other, back to back.

Lan Wujiang clutched his ribs as blood slowly trickled down.

Zhao Changhe’s left arm was slashed. Amid the astonished crowd, he suddenly swung his sword again, shaving off a piece of his own arm’s flesh.

A Gu Insect fell to the ground, twitching no more.

He was guarding against Gu even at the brink of life and death...

The people watched in stunned silence as he sliced his own flesh, obviously in cold sweat from the pain, but whether friend or foe, there was a sense of tremors in everyone’s hearts.

A true man indeed.

Sisi and Yue Hongling sat on their small stools, resting their chins on their hands as they watched his silhouette, both no longer speaking.

"Thump!" Lan Wujiang suddenly fell to the ground, and a group of his kinsmen rushed to treat his wounds, glaring at Zhao Changhe with outrage, "Sisi’s elder, what a venomous move you’ve made!"

"He’s not dead, you’re making a fuss over nothing," Zhao Changhe panted, his tone utterly exhausted. "Who else wishes to enlighten me?"

After a long silence, no one replied.

The leader of the White Clan shouted loudly, "What’s there left to compete for? I acknowledge your seat! Whoever has the right to replace you in this fifth seat, I’ll be the first to object!"

The hall fell silent, no one retorted.

Even Lei Zhentang could not speak against it, as he too had pride.

In fact, the Sword Pavilion still had many disciples hidden away, but at this moment, who would dare to make a move would simply be incurring public anger.

Could it be that the fifth seat was really going to be taken by the Spirit Clan like this? Lei Zhentang gripped the armrest tightly, his expression fluctuating.

Zhao Changhe stood for a moment with no response. He bowed to everyone around, smiled and said, "Thank you all for your esteem... but this is not my fifth seat."

He slowly turned around, approached Sisi, and bowed deeply, "Reporting back to the Holy Daughter... I have not failed in my mission."

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