Chaotic World Book-Chapter 1169 - 882: A Mature Alt Can Train Itself
Capítulo 1169: Chapter 882: A Mature Alt Can Train Itself
“Heading back?” Outside Gusu City, Tang Buqi walked Zhao Changhe to the dock, watching him board the ship: “I’ve heard you can change spaces at will and appear anywhere. If you want to return to the capital, why take a boat?”
The boat belonged to the Demon Suppression Department, several large ships were transporting a huge group of captured Demon Path members back to the capital, with both Cui Yuanyang and Ling Ruoyu aboard.
It’s normal for the Demon Suppression Department to ship prisoners back, but seeing Zhao Changhe and San Niang Huangfu Qing hitch a ride puzzled Tang Buqi. Previously, you pretended to be weak while escorting your apprentice south through various boats; that’s one thing. Now that you’ve revealed your identity, do you still need to use a boat?
Zhao Changhe stole glances at San Niang and Huangfu Qing, who were drinking at the front of the ship, coughed dryly and said: “After thirty years of dreaming from life, I realize one should experience everything calmly, why rush?”
Originally using grandiose words to cover the awkwardness of possibly having to pay dues on the ship, Tang Buqi seemed touched, sighed lightly while watching the river without speaking, as though accepting Zhao Changhe’s pretentious view.
Tang Buqi was once an outstanding young gentleman in turbulent times, and even with grey hair, he aged gracefully with an elegant demeanor. His way of sighing over the river had a deep artistic quality, pictorial.
The Tang family had great genes…though seeing this in Tang Buqi felt a bit out of place.
Zhao Changhe glanced at him, suddenly said: “Bao Qin’s cultivation usually keeps her youthful, you could achieve that too. Did you never want me to help make it happen? Actually, you don’t need me, ask your aunt, she could have Chichi assist you.”
Tang Buqi smiled: “What kind of family would the immortal Marquis Wu raise? It defies natural order and humanity. After thirty years of reform, finally diminishing the foundations of aristocratic families, my aunt wouldn’t create an even more terrifying one.”
“You never asked.”
“Through the years, her various constraints on the Tang family are evident, why make it difficult for her? If she openly rejects, it wouldn’t sit well with any of us. If true immortality is sought, one should cultivate themselves, not rely on others, be it aunt or you.”
“…” Zhao Changhe had words but choked, unable to express them.
Tang Buqi’s words today equated to peacefully confronting his eventual death. Remembering how Tang Buqi once feared death, reluctant to venture into the Worldly Society, his past tearful drinking seems like just yesterday.
Tang Buqi laughed carefreely: “I’ve reached the peak of position in Southeast; vanquished Maitreya’s chaos, prospered maritime trade. To the country, governing Jiangnan in its prime; to my family, with descendants aplenty. Though my name’s erased from the Chaotic World List, history remembers me. Great waves sift the sand, a gentleman is unformed, the Nine Heavens are far-reaching, why chase vanity?”
After speaking, he bowed with one hand: “Farewell, then.”
Zhao Changhe turned to board the ship, holding his fists in respect.
The large ship headed north, two figures exchanging bows in parting.
Huangfu Qing sipped the wine, watching the distant Tang Buqi from the shore, suddenly spoke: “My father has passed away too, are you aware?”
Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment, didn’t reply.
Huangfu Yongxian was already well into his sixties as an old general back then, with many hidden wounds from a lifetime on the battlefield; further cultivation was difficult, long life even more so; it was expected.
Though expected, waking to find an old friend gone is sobering.
“But my father lived grandly and passed with full honors, as Tang Buqi said, reaching the peak of a servant’s position, without regrets. Now that Yanmen is led by Shaozong, do you reckon it’s not the decline of an aristocratic family?”
Zhao Changhe finally spoke: “Shaozong has experience on the battlefield, deserving of the position, shouldn’t be avoided just because his surname is Huangfu. If Chichi has intentions, she would adjust the defensives.”
Huangfu Qing nodded, sipped her wine silently, looking at the river with a degree of distraction.
Long absent from society, worldly matters feel detached to everyone these days. Even discussing her father and brother feels like discussing others’ affairs, there’s little difference.
Time is a fearful force, with many things flowing fleetingly with it.
Zhao Changhe said: “Does Yanmen still need suppression now…wasn’t there once a faction attempted to seize Dragon Sparrow for offering to Northern Desert? Is there unrest on the grassland?”
“Ba Tu fears us. If we seem absent from worldly matters, his ambition stirs. It’s not surprising from those outside our realm.” San Niang, previously responsible for affairs beyond the border, understood best: “But Ba Tu is aging too, disrupted by Chichi’s instigation causing family disputes, messy and chaotic, unable to cause waves presently. As for seizing the blade for Northern Desert, it was no more than a pledge attempted amidst pressure from the Demon Suppression Department.”
As they spoke, Cui Yuanyang arrived across waves from another ship, laughter preceding her: “The Demon Suppression Department dares not claim undue credit, it’s efforts from a unified nation that prevent disturbances. In the past chaotic age, even with the head of the Demon Suppression Department coughing blood from exhausting, it was futile.”
Zhao Changhe turned to look at her, with a hint of startled wonder. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Apart from friends aging from youth, the woman showing the most change this time was Yangyang…her once childish posturing, despite maturity, was entirely dropped. Since appearing, she’s been diligently busy with serious matters, dedicated to the nation, resembling Wanzhuang.
Originally intending Yangyang to join the Demon Suppression Department, he hadn’t anticipated her transformation. So, does the position of Department head have a legacy of public duty?
“Why that look?” Cui Yuanyang broke any seriousness on boarding, immediately sitting on Zhao Changhe’s lap, her arms around his neck: “Strange, after all the proper seating debate, no one sits on such perfect lap, they miss out!”
