Chaotic World Book-Chapter 1170 - 882: A Mature Alt Can Level Up on Its Own (Part 2)

Piaomiao rolled her eyes, while San Niang and Huangfu Qing both drank speechlessly.

Why is it that the younger ones around him act so freely, yet the older ones always end up swallowing a dumb loss in the name of maintaining poise?

Cui Yuanyang opened her mouth: "I want a drink."

Zhao Changhe raised his cup to her lips, chuckling: "I thought you really changed your ways... come, come, let me reward you for your hard work."

Cui Yuanyang lowered her head to drink, smiling blissfully: "In your position, you have to do your job, finish your responsibilities, and then sneak off to meet your lover... Besides, Brother Zhao has so many beautiful young ladies around him, both old and young. Even if I come back after finishing my work, you're still not done here. There's still time..."

Zhao Changhe cleared his throat, indeed not done: "So you're finished with your work? So quickly?"

Cui Yuanyang giggled: "I've handed it off to Ruoyu. I told Chichi a while ago that the next head of the Demon Suppression Department would be Ruoyu..."

Zhao Changhe laughed: "You just want to shirk responsibility."

Cui Yuanyang responded reasonably: "You just realized? Who wouldn't want to retire after all these years, I've been scouting for a successor for a while now. Just because I look young doesn't mean you can exploit me, I'm already an auntie, sob sob sob."

"So you're bullying Ruoyu?"

"How is that bullying?" Cui Yuanyang retorted: "Does that mean when you originally put me in this position, you were bullying me?"

"Wasn't it because you wanted the job back then?"

"How do you know Ruoyu doesn't want it?"

"Because she has other things to do..." Zhao Changhe sighed: "If she were just Ruoyu, she might be quite suitable, but she's also Star River. Find someone else..." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Cui Yuanyang pouted, apparently considering other candidates, and after a moment said: "You guys were talking about matters beyond the border earlier? You should ask me about that, these aunties have long become reclusive masters, not bothering with worldly affairs..."

San Niang: "..."

Huangfu Qing: "..."

The feeling they had earlier was right; next time they see young ones around him, definitely just toss them into the river.

But Cui Yuanyang's words are undeniable. Over the years, both Venerables have hardly concerned themselves with worldly matters; only Piaomiao can chat with Cui Yuanyang about such matters, and Piaomiao wouldn't undermine Yangyang.

Cui Yuanyang glanced at the weary Four Symbols group, feeling satisfied: "Actually, over these years, the Imperial has been building cities and migrating people beyond the border, and the level of sinicization in the Southern Desert has greatly increased, making the situation different from before. Nowadays, the wars to be fought are more about politics, culture, and economy. His Ma... Chichi is very shrewd in these things, accomplishing feats that the previous emperor couldn't in his lifetime."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Being outdone in this kind of war by the native daughter is truly shameful... Oh, but I'm a transmigrator too, so no worries.

Cui Yuanyang said: "However, hard battles might still be unavoidable in the future... but likely not in the coming years. Of course, if Brother Zhao decisively re-enters worldly matters, then conflicts might never arise."

Zhao Changhe sipped his drink and pondered.

Huangfu Qing finally said: "We cannot establish eternal rules; matters of this world will ultimately be left to future generations unless you wish to hold the mountains and rivers forever. Do you... want that?"

"Even those who don't care about these things are so carefree. Why should I trouble myself?" Zhao Changhe gazed into the river with a faraway look: "This revival, the biggest thing I felt is the change of Canghai into fields, whether people or matters... So do the Demon Gods, shining under the leisurely moon, never feel a ripple over such things?"

Piaomiao, who had been silent, finally spoke: "Yes. When you've seen the rise and fall of countless nations, the extinction of countless civilizations, the opening of epochs, and changing worlds... it's a different experience from your mere three years of cultivation. Do you feel a change in your cultivation now?"

Zhao Changhe nodded: "Mm... I couldn't find what lies beyond the Imperial Realm Third Layer before, but now, even before fully reaching the Third Layer, I have a vague sense of it."

When it came to cultivation, the usually talkative Cui Yuanyang became silent, while the elderly women around him suddenly showed interest. San Niang wondered: "We've all felt insights, but can't see the next step's door. How did you manage it?"

"Because besides 'time', there's also 'space'. Ye Wuming brought me here mainly to gain insight not limited by this world's setting, and it's also fundamental to impact the original Heavenly Dao." Zhao Changhe said: "If everyone wants to ascend further, I believe we just need to step out of this world and look at the broader Stars and Sea. I said long ago, we need to forget about the Four Symbols... This is especially crucial for you. As long as you're confined within the framework of Vermilion Bird and Xuanwu, you'll never break free."

Huangfu Qing was invigorated: "How do we get out?"

Zhao Changhe's Divine Thought fell on another boat. Ling Ruoyu was interrogating a member of the Demon Path, the girl carrying her Galaxy Sword, full of energy.

"Currently uncertain... but if there's a path, it will fall on Ruoyu's shoulders."

The imagined journey involving forced tributes, ultimately heading north amidst idle chat, never became reality. Even when night fell and they retired to their cabin, they naturally slept in the same bed, talking through the night.

Thirty years of feelings, simply endless to recount.

It wasn't until early the next morning, when Ling Ruoyu eagerly came to greet her master, that she saw one man and four women emerging from the cabin together, leaving her dumbfounded.

"Ma, master... good morning... head, headmaster... good morning..."

Zhao Changhe grinned: "Ruoyu... "

"Huh?" Ling Ruoyu cautiously stepped back half a step.

"Morning exercise is a rule of this school, you know that right... Your master happens to be free, let's practice a set of swordsmanship skills."

Ling Ruoyu thought this guy wasn't really trying to teach an apprentice, but rather bullying a kid.

"Then... Master, please guide me. I haven't fully grasped this new technique my teacher just taught."

"Swish, swish, swish," sword light flickered at the bow of the ship, a group of elderly women from the Imperial Realm curiously munching on melon seeds, observing.