Chaotic World Book-Chapter 488 - 475: Gradually Converging Lines

It was clear that the Corpse Demon’s current thinking was somewhat simplistic, answering questions straightforwardly and showing emotions without restraint, which might present the best opportunity for cooperation.

But this was definitely not something good, just the crimes committed in Jiangnan alone were unforgivable. Who would dare trust closely? Moreover, it was disgusting. But taking advantage of the simplicity of thought at this moment was exactly the key time to resolve matters concerning the Spirit Clan, other things could be discussed later.

After all, his strength was genuinely formidable, even if one did not dare to utilize it openly, at least his knowledge of the Spirit Clan was second to none. Not to mention whether it could solve the problem of the Forbidden Land, it was entirely feasible to use it in exchange for something lost in the Spirit Clan’s heritage, like obtaining Yunyang Leaf.

Once this being regained his previous Spirit Awakening, it would become a major problem.

There was no time for delay, Zhao Changhe emerged from his tent, "Arrange a carriage to take us to the Holy Mountain."

Actually, someone was needed to lead the way, otherwise one wouldn’t know where it was, asking directly would only confuse people, and what kind of envoy doesn’t know their destination... Having someone arrange transportation under the guise of seeking comfort wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

The leader of the Spirit Clan hurriedly instructed someone to make the arrangements while Han Wubing watched from behind, sighing.

Now he knew how this scoundrel got along so well, appearing burly but actually a coward.

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Zhao Changhe turned to look at him, his expression serious, "You rest here and be careful in everything."

Han Wubing responded, "I won’t stay here."

Zhao Changhe was taken aback, and Han Wubing continued, "Since you’ve treated me and I now have the strength of a normal person, I will venture into the wild mountains. Han has hands and feet, I can survive. Staying here constitutes a confusing flaw that might impact your subsequent actions."

Zhao Changhe looked at him deeply, said nothing more, and just bowed in farewell.

Han Wubing also bowed.

The carriage approached, and Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling got on from both sides and left directly through the village gate.

Yue Hongling lifted the curtain to peek out and saw Han Wubing had already vanished outside the village, not knowing where he had gone. She dropped the curtain and sighed softly, "Are you really sure you can treat him? With my understanding of Martial Arts, it seems highly improbable; this isn’t just a matter of healing injuries but one of a destroyed Martial Arts foundation."

Zhao Changhe shook his head, "I’m not sure... I thought I was until I took his pulse, then I lost confidence."

"But you didn’t tell him."

"He needs that confidence... and I will definitely find a way for him," Zhao Changhe looked towards the distant mountains, "This isn’t a world of just Martial Arts, this is a world of God Demons, many things can’t be explained with the logic of Martial Arts."

He also questioned the Corpse Demon mentally, "Rebuilding after a collapse of skill, did your Ancient Times have any ideas?"

"Use gu to recast," The Corpse Demon said as if it were obvious, "What else do you want? If your mirror is shattered, no fix will make it the same as before. Look, even for my possession, I need to find a good body, can a Heavenly Girl’s body fight..."

Gu, huh?

Zhao Changhe shook his head, no reply. Traditional Hua Xia thinking and that of the Spirit Clan were different, the Corpse Demon found it obvious, Zhao Changhe did not like this method, and presumably Han Wubing wouldn’t either.

Consider it a backup option, at least there’s a fallback plan.

The most ideal, of course, would be to find some Divine Skill... Transferring Skill, Sun Swapping Technique, those could work, that would be the aesthetic of Hua Xia Martial Arts.

...

"So the Forbidden Land has sent another envoy, hasn’t it?" In the Holy Mountain, an Elder heard the report and sighed, "They come around the Dragon Boat Festival each year, estimating from the date it indeed seems about the time, but this year is slightly earlier."

"It seems slightly earlier because it coincides with the pursuit of a traitor," a clansman reported, "The envoy instructed us to look out for White-clothed Swordsmen, and indeed, Thousand Snake Village has spotted them. She Shan and others even probed and found that the White-clothed Swordsmen had no awareness of being envoys, behaving instead with surprise towards She Shan and his group. Just from this comparison, it is clear that the two men and one woman are the true envoys, while the White-clothed Swordsman at least isn’t here on an envoy mission."

The Elder nodded, "Even if not here on an envoy mission, we should not meddle in the internal affairs of the Forbidden Land, just follow the instructions of the envoy when he arrives."

The clansman hesitated for a moment, then asked quietly, "Could we perhaps consider the opposite?"

The Elder narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Why can’t we cooperate with the renegades of the Forbidden Land, damn it..."

"Silence!" The Elder shouted, "You know nothing of the Power of God Demon, everyday beguiled and incited by Sisi, utterly foolish!"

The clanspeople remained silent as cicadas in winter, hardly daring to make a sound, inwardly scoffing.

Who wants to be a servant...

Of course, only your stubborn, old dying kind would be willing, for the sake of "Holy Land" and "not betraying our ancestors," even dogs could do that.

Sisi knew she couldn’t resist the Forbidden Land, so she had to find another way out, enduring countless hardships to seek a new place to establish herself. Only the younger faction in the clan gave a bit of support, not much, while the older faction didn’t agree at all.

Luckily, Sisi managed to obtain ancient Swordsmanship knowledge, which was considered a great contribution to the clan—this was quite interesting. The Martial Arts of today’s Xia people, as viewed by the Spirit Clan, were regarded as betraying ancestral laws and discarded like worn-out shoes; yet, when it came to ancient Swordsmanship, which actually had the same roots as Xia’s current methods, the old fools felt it was acceptable, "I have heard of this Swordsmanship before," not knowing what they were thinking.

With this great achievement, Sisi secured her position as the Holy Daughter and had some say in things. This allowed her to pull some young men and women out to test the waters, and she also had control of the clan’s trading of goods.

But Sisi had just taken her position not long ago, and her authority was not yet established. Looking at the young sisters she led, they felt familiarly like siblings to her, with not much of the dignity of a Holy Daughter... And most of the men who were willing to follow her admired her.

How to get things done in this way...

It was said she even began to enlist other ethnic groups aggressively, expanding her influence, and for this, she even incurred debts for grain from her clan... Not to mention the strength of the small force following her, but could those unreliable little girls manage such a huge mess of affairs... It was all too clear the Holy Daughter was struggling, but she had too little support from the clan.

The elder saw the clanspeople bowing their heads silently, knowing he might still be somewhat resentful. The old man sighed and softened his tone, "You should know why we are called Spirit Clan instead of the Miao or Yao tribes outside?"

"Because we communicate with the spirits of all things and communicate with powerful Exotic Beasts, obtaining blood lineage from them, which not only refines our bodies but also bridges Heaven and Earth. The Gu is just one of the Exotic Beasts, made representative because it’s widely used, but our true Holy Beast is the Ancient Blood Turtle." The clansperson replied helplessly, "But Elder, there are no longer Exotic Beasts in the world, and I heard the Blood Turtle was even killed... Nowadays we just summon snakes or tigers..."

"Who told you the Blood Turtle was killed!" The old man exclaimed loudly, "Within our Forbidden Land, there lies a Blood Turtle; that is the true root of what we worship!"

These words were perfect for stubborn old fools who would likely bow their heads in prayer; after all, it was an Ancient Holy Beast, a guardian deity revered by the whole clan.

Yet the younger clanspeople still hung their heads, not letting the Elder see the disdain in their eyes.

Idiots... Our ancestors may have nurtured the Blood Turtle and protected the clan with it, but it doesn’t mean our ancestors were Blood Turtles.

Are we all sons of turtles just because a turtle is our ancestor?

He even felt a bit worried.

Why use the title "Holy Daughter" rather than "Young Clan Leader"?

Holy Daughter implies serving the gods, which in the clan means serving the spirit of our ancestors and guardian deities.

It appears that these old immortals believe the Forbidden Land, at least the Blood Turtle within it, is our guardian deity.

Whether they were initially scared off and created this noble excuse, or they truly believe it, now it’s hard to tell; perhaps they have even fooled themselves.

The immortals granting Sisi the position of Holy Daughter might not be to reward or encourage her but more likely carry an implication: to make Sisi recognize her position to serve the Holy Beast and honestly bow down to the Forbidden Land.

Being servants themselves is one thing, but they also press down the heads of talented young people to make them do the same.

The young clansperson finally said nothing further, quietly saying, "Understood... the Envoy is on the carriage journey, at most one day. What ceremony should we prepare to welcome him?"

The old man said, "The first thing, let Sisi come back. How can we welcome a Saint Envoy when the Holy Daughter is absent?"

"The Holy Daughter is handling important affairs outside... It’s said she has gathered tens of thousands of followers, strong enough to rival the Black Miao..."

"Let her come back!"

"...Yes."

Meanwhile, Zhao Changhe enjoyed the scenery along the road from his carriage, eyeing the mountain range which seemed to appear and disappear in the distance, quietly pondering which was Yunyang Mountain.

Yet as he watched, he suddenly felt the mountain range looked somewhat familiar.

Yes, it was Xuanwu’s "Mountain and River Atlas", which contained maps of this place... With little difference between the geography of the outside world and the present world, much of the "Mountain and River Atlas" wasn’t very useful.

This might be the very spot where it proves useful.

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