Chaotic World Book-Chapter 534 - 518 Human King

No matter how anxious he was to sprout wings, the reality was that he couldn’t fly, so he could only lead Wuzhui and honestly board the boat.

Rushing would be of no use, since there was nothing else he could do. Zhao Changhe restrained his impatience, sitting by the ship’s rail, sipping his wine in small mouthfuls while casually flipping through the Body Refining Technique Situ Xiao had given him, to verify if it could be integrated into his Blood Shura Body to enhance his always relatively lacking defense capabilities.

From his current understanding of martial arts and Li Shentong’s previous pointers, it indeed seemed impossible to integrate the two, as the patterns of energy transfer and even the combinations of muscle tissues were considerably different. However, Zhao Changhe felt that his own understanding was still insufficient, and Li Shentong’s understanding might not be the definitive answer either. When the time came, it might be possible to integrate them, so he decided to keep the manual for future reference.

For now, there were still some aspects worth considering, such as the short-term surface defense created by externally releasing Gang Qi.

This so-called Gang Qi was actually a characteristic change that occurred after reaching the Second Layer Secret Treasure; it was a simultaneous internal and external flow, a combination of External Skill and Inner Strength. The Sword Light and Sword Qi that Zhao Changhe had previously wielded were examples of this early form. When the internal and external become one, as if they had real substance and did not dissipate, it was as though the swords had lengthened, and this was then identified as Sword Gang.

Gang Qi could be released through swords, and of course, it could also be sent out through fists to create the effect of heavy artillery. Similarly, it could be spread on the skin to form a Vigorous Air Shield. How to trigger a Vigorous Air Shield varied greatly among different Magic Skills, and the Magic Skill of the Divine Brilliance Sect was clearly one of the top-tier techniques of the current era.

Although the top-level Magic Skills could only offer momentary protection and were not meant for long-duration use, having such a life-saving method was extremely valuable.

Additionally, Situ Xiao really did provide the essence of the Drunk Walk... Well, this thing wasn’t just for show, and its grounding in the lower stance with a body like a swaying willow did indeed offer valuable insights. It was quite different from other techniques that integrated body movements with footwork. Now that he had reached the stage where he was supposed to contemplate creating his own techniques, this provided a very beneficial supplement.

It was just a pity that his mind wasn’t on it now. Whether it was external release of Gang Qi or Drunk Walk, he had no interest in contemplating them thoroughly.

Zhao Changhe closed the manual, stood up, and looked towards the east. The early sun was rising, and Wushan was faintly visible in the distance.

The voices of other passengers conversing drifted faintly over, "Eh? Didn’t people going to Wushan usually board here in the past? Why are they now just sailing directly towards Wu Gorge with the wind? Aren’t they afraid of mountain bandits?"

"Old fellow, how many years has it been since you traveled on this waterway?"

"It’s only been a year since I last came here."

"A year, no wonder. The bandits of Wushan were pacified a few months ago. This route is now safe."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Sect Hierarch Xue of the Wushan bandits, you can stop worrying about that superficial reputation. Aside from that incident, your popular reputation doesn’t seem all that great either.

Inside the cabin, someone was sighing, "The Imperial Court rarely does a few good deeds!"

"The Imperial Court? Hah. This was done when Chief Tang presided over the Xiangyang campaign. It is said that it was the Asura King who exerted his strength."

"Chief Tang... That makes sense. Whenever the Imperial Court does something decent, eight out of ten times it’s connected to her. Plus, with the Asura King stepping in, it was certainly a guaranteed success."

"Uh..." Zhao Changhe stuck his head in the cabin, "Excuse me for a moment, who is the Asura King? Yi Ping?"

"Tsk, of course, it’s Blood Shura Zhao Changhe! The first on the Human List, if not the Human King, then who?"

"Zhai Muzhi is also first on the Human List, but I haven’t heard him being called any kind of ’king’. The Human List is just that, sounds like it’s been blown out of proportion."

"Pfft, does Zhai Muzhi even qualify to be compared with Blood Shura? Not even worthy to carry his shoes!" A worldly traveler scornfully glanced at Zhao Changhe, "Where’s this youngster from, not knowing such famous worldly tales?"

Zhao Changhe asked humbly for details, "I would like to hear more."

"Besides the one who got on the Human List by a stroke of fortune this year and doesn’t count, everyone who fought their way to the top in the past would usually be given a ’king’ title by people. Previously, Vulture Hunting Teeth was called the Eagle King by those grassland folks, we just didn’t call him that, why kiss the barbarians’ feet? But the Asura King is different, it is as if we watched him carve his path upwards with our own eyes..."

"But I damn well don’t want to be the Asura King..." Zhao Changhe muttered in a daze, "What’s all this nonsense..."

The people inside the cabin didn’t hear him, instead, they became more enthusiastic in their discussions, "What do you guys think, how many slashes did King Zhao use to kill Zhai Muzhi? The previous ones all seemed to be a single slash, but the Chaotic World Book didn’t mention it this time..."

How has it become King Zhao now... Zhao Changhe clenched his head in frustration.

"After all, it was a fight for the first place on the Human List, and moreover, that shameless Zhai Muzhi resorted to getting ganged up on, so it probably was a chaotic fight where the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light."

"I think it should also be just two or three slashes at most, that’s King Zhao’s style, unstoppable."

Zhao Changhe couldn’t stand to listen to the lofty claims any longer. Turning his head, he saw the boat captain coming over and clapping his hands, "We’re docking at Wu Gorge up ahead, those who need to get off, get ready."

Zhao Changhe breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as the boat docked, he practically fled, leading Wuzhui away.

But just as he had disembarked and before he had time to mount his horse to leave, a group of Blood God Sect disciples ran up from ahead, "The Sect Hierarch is indeed wise, the Saint Heir has really arrived in these two days!"

"Greetings, Saint Heir!"

"Congratulations, Saint Heir, on topping the Human List!"

Zhao Changhe felt his face burning with embarrassment, and he said angrily, "Where did all this nonsense come from? Can’t I find my own way without needing you to meet me at the ferry?"

"Cough, it was the brothers who wanted to come of their own accord, Saint Heir. You are the pride of our Holy Sect after all!"

The Blood God Sect disciples surrounded Zhao Changhe and escorted him up the hill, the sound of curses and flattery fading into the distance.

The people on the boat looked at each other. Who just said "Where did this youngster come from"?

That person held it in for a while but suddenly burst out laughing. "They say he’s the most down-to-earth Hidden Dragon, and it’s the same on the Human List... Still no airs about him; he even gets embarrassed when called a king."

Everyone laughed as well, seeming to agree—it indeed appeared so. There was not a hint of pretension, and to be called a king was embarrassing.

...

"I really can’t hold it in, Old Xue, what the hell is this? It’s just the Human List, why the fuss? If someone didn’t know better, they’d think I was number one on the Heavenly List." Zhao Changhe complained helplessly as he followed Xue Canghai to the Holy Object’s secret chamber, grumbling, "I’m about to head to Qinghe, and Old Cui will laugh himself to death. I feel like I can’t face anyone anymore."

"It’s actually tradition, but these days the number one replacements aren’t really significant—nobody hypes them up like this. It’s different if you fought your way up, you can actually be crowned. Anyway, it’s just the common people having their fun, you’re not the one claiming it, who’s going to laugh at you?" Xue Canghai said. "Besides, that Bloodthirsty Asura title of yours—sounded like a melon baby at first, right? But you got used to it over time. Just endure it, and it’ll pass."

...

"Also, there’s Cui Wenjing; he probably won’t have time to laugh at you," Xue Canghai sighed. "I just received the news, the Wang Family has encircled Puyang with their troops."

Zhao Changhe opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He should’ve seen it coming, so saying anything was pointless. He could only sigh that Cui Yuanyong’s newlywed wife was really an Aristocratic Family’s sacrificial offering—it was easy to imagine the tough time this Miss Wang would have at the Cui Family.

He wondered whether Wang Daoning was leading the attack personally. If so, was Old Cui already clashing with Wang Daoning?

Just a few days ago, it seemed like many years had passed since the last struggle for the Heavenly List. But within a few days, two conflicts had erupted: the fifth with the sixth, and the ninth with the tenth.

The often-repeated phrase, "Chaotic times are approaching," could finally be altered to "Chaotic times have fully arrived."

Zhao Changhe became increasingly worried. Although Cui Wenjing ranked higher than Wang Daoning, Wang Daoning had his own schemes behind him, and the Qinghe Sword of the Cui Family hadn’t fully recovered—so the outcome was really uncertain.

Xue Canghai was ruefully saying, "Damn it, we chased Wang Daozhong before and failed to kill him. If we could have finished off that bastard, the Wang Family would have lost a major support."

Zhao Changhe snapped back to the present and asked, "What happened between you and Wang Daozhong?"

"About half a month ago, the Holy Object went crazy for some reason, shaking wildly with very unstable energy. Wang Daozhong came looking for trouble at that time, knowing about your relationship with us, specifically to cause us bother. But then he suddenly seemed to suffer a serious injury... otherwise our stronghold might have been compromised."

"Really low, Old Wang..." Zhao Changhe pondered for a bit, unsure of the disease Wang Daozhong suffered from, but he had a good idea about the reason for the Holy Object’s disturbance.

It was very likely the day when the Blood Turtle Shell Array was broken and the juvenile Blood Turtle emerged.

The Array Plate was made from the Blood Turtle’s bone, a divine object of this level would inherently possess spirituality. It was reacting to the pull of its own bloodline or sensed a chance for repair and thus became active.

With a plan in mind, Zhao Changhe strode into the Holy Object’s secret chamber and took out a vial of blood.

The Array Plate trembled even more violently than on that day.

Zhao Changhe tried pouring the blood over the Array Plate’s fissure. The blinding blood light surged and Evil Qi soared, lingering for a long time.

The cracks on the Array Plate visibly began to close, and Xue Canghai watched, dumbfounded.

Could it work like that? Clearly, it was dead bones—could they really grow back together after cracking?

Was this even from this world?

As Zhao Changhe watched the Array Plate’s cracks healing, he suddenly spoke, "Old Xue."

Xue Canghai, startled, subconsciously knelt on one knee. "Please give your command, Saint Heir."

"Pick a few thousand elite troops and head north with me to join the Cui-Wang conflict. Leave a few in Xiangyang for defense; at the moment, the eye of the storm won’t be here."

"Yes." Xue Canghai dared not raise any objections, promptly showing support but then cautiously reminded, "But that is a fight among those on the Heavenly List, Saint Heir, still, be cautious."

What he meant was not to let the desire for marriage cloud his judgment, to remain calm and evaluate his strength before acting.

But before he could finish speaking, the Array Plate clicked together, fully healed.

Zhao Changhe reached out, wiped his hand, and the massive Array Plate suddenly disappeared into a ring. "Although the inlaid piece is missing and it can’t exert its full power, now that the main body is complete, it’s possible to unleash an attack worthy of the Heavenly List. If Wang Daoning thinks we’re not worth his attention, let’s give him a shock from the ancient times."

Xue Canghai’s eyes widened.

Where did that huge Array Plate go?

A span of several meters, just gone...

No—but even if the Array Plate was fixed, how to utilize the Array’s effects was unknown to any of us, it’s not written in any books... How did you know as if you’ve known all along?

Isn’t this the Blood God himself rather than just a Saint Heir?

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