Chaotic World Book-Chapter 66 - 65: Not a Dog to be Bullied

Cui Yuanyang unsealed Zhao Changhe’s acupoints with great surprise, "You, are you alright now?"

Zhao Changhe eased his muscles and bones and smiled brightly.

It’s a good thing you didn’t just learn acupoint sealing without learning how to unseal.

Although he had not fully recovered, the uncomfortable feeling from various debuffs had indeed subsided, especially since his wounds were properly treated, medicated, and bandaged, and the toxins had been removed, making him feel much more comfortable. Coupled with the Qi-supplementing and strength-enhancing medicines Cui Yuanyang fed him, it unexpectedly suited his current condition. The pain of the disordered Blood Evil Qi slowly disappeared, and his fatigue had also significantly recovered.

While he still wasn’t at full strength, participating in non-intensive combat was no longer a big issue, which gave him much more leeway.

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"Yangyang is indeed not a burden but a partner who stands with me against enemies," Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but rub her head and smiled, "Now it’s my turn."

Seeing his smiling face, Cui Yuanyang suddenly felt the panic and confusion from before disappear.

This time, even if she was hooked, she wouldn’t fall! She had forgotten that she knew Qinggong...

The footsteps outside grew closer, and the flickering light of torches could already be vaguely seen, indicating that their location might be discovered at any moment.

Cui Yuanyang’s heart tightened, but Zhao Changhe didn’t rush to leave. Instead, he glanced around, picked up a rock, leaped onto a tree branch, and placed the rock there, tilting as if it might fall at any moment.

Then he climbed down the tree and, taking Cui Yuanyang by the hand, they silently slipped away towards Qinghe.

About a quarter of an hour later, the rock finally fell to the ground with a loud "bang."

"There!" Numerous voices rose, followed by chaos.

From a distance, as Zhao Changhe and Cui Yuanyang hid behind the bushes, they watched the group that was supposed to encounter them rush back the way they came, shouting.

"Let’s go." Zhao Changhe pulled Cui Yuanyang and they swiftly sped away, their footsteps barely noticed due to the multitude of sounds around them...

Cui Yuanyang genuinely felt an immense peace of mind; with him, no challenge was insurmountable.

"Don’t be complacent," Zhao Changhe whispered, "most have been drawn away, but some are still scattered around... here they come."

As he spoke, he suddenly dashed, pulling Cui Yuanyang behind some bushes.

Three people with torches approached.

Zhao Changhe whispered close to Cui Yuanyang’s ear, "I’ll count down from three, and we’ll move together. I’ll take down the taller two. You handle the shortest one. Squeeze my hand if you got it."

Cui Yuanyang’s ears tickled, and her face was already flushed. She squeezed his hand softly to indicate her understanding, then quickly released it.

The two held their breath and hid, silently waiting for the three to get closer.

"Three... two... one!"

Blades flashed, and sword light suddenly appeared.

The three men fell silently, without even a grunt.

Zhao Changhe quickly darted forward, catching the torch before it hit the ground, then boldly proceeded forward with Cui Yuanyang, asking aloud, "Any sightings?"

"None. They went that way, and there’s been no sound. Probably just an animal. Strange, this Zhao Changhe is good at hiding... huh, you..."

"Shush!" Blades flashed, and sword light reappeared.

Once again, three men died on the spot.

"Let’s go." They were almost out of the woods. Zhao Changhe tossed aside the torch and, without further disguise, grabbed Cui Yuanyang and fully deployed their Qinggong, racing away.

The moon shone faintly and a gentle breeze swept through.

As they raced, Cui Yuanyang truly understood the thrill she had sought when she ran away from home.

But now, the girl no longer felt the excitement she had when she had left home, because this thrill was not pleasant; it was accompanied by cruelty, both toward others and herself.

The next moment, it might be her turn to die.

While thinking so, a calm voice came from the side, "Zhao Changhe truly deserves his place among the top hundred of the Hidden Dragons, managing to nearly break through the encirclement of thousands on Qinghe’s underworld with a burden in tow... But regrettably, this is where it ends."

Zhao Changhe stopped, gazing at the ghostly shadow drifting nearby, his face calm as still water.

Cui Yuanyang also stopped and sighed inwardly.

The high-level martial artist had finally arrived.

In fact, there were no lack of skilled fighters before. The helmswoman and the boatman were both at the Mystical Gate Third Layer, but they were waiting for the backup boats to engage, clearly indicating that there were stronger presences on other boats or along the riverbank, from the Fourth Layer to even higher levels. However, Zhao Changhe’s strategic maneuvers, always striking and retreating immediately, even using arrows to block boats, had kept them from facing them directly until now.

But, high-level fighters are not made of mud; their whereabouts within this region meant they were bound to be discovered.

This was the ultimate test.

The ghostly shadow floated over, actually a skinny man with a pallid face and cold eyes. His glance swept over Zhao Changhe, before resting on Cui Yuanyang, turning into greediness, "Cui family’s young lady, why make yourself so filthy? There’s really no need, no need at all. For instance, if you return with me, cleaned and fragrant, taking good care of me, I might not even need the bounty."

Cui Yuanyang realized she felt no anger, only full of contempt, "Who are you?"

The skinny man leisurely said, "Heard of ’No Need Qi’ by any chance?"

Cui Yuanyang had never heard of it; such a low-level thug?

Zhao Changhe, however, had heard his brethren in the stronghold talk about it... Men often spoke of rapists when together, and this one was somewhat infamous among them. Whenever his victims struggled, he would say with a smile, "No need, no need, this would feel pleasant," which became his nickname, eventually even changing his name to this. This was the first time Zhao Changhe encountered someone with an official nickname, in a sense, a "named character."

Being a "named character," his cultivation could not be too low, or he would have been killed before he could become famous.

He had reached the Mystical Gate Fourth Layer quite early, and it was unknown if he had reached the Fifth Layer now but if not, he was likely close.

In fact, Fang Buping was at this level; if this man had not broken through the Fifth Layer, his actual combat ability might not surpass Fang Buping’s, given that Fang Buping, as a leader, held a status only higher than this man. However, back then Zhao Changhe was fully prepared and poised, but what was the state of Zhao Changhe now?

Covered with injuries, exhausted, having to ambush even weak opponents, devoid of even lime powder.

In Qi’s eyes, Zhao Changhe was just a piece of belly-up fish now. And another at Mystical Gate Third Layer, Cui Yuanyang? He barely counted as a human.

Qi, waving a folding fan leisurely, approached the two, his gaze lingering on Cui Yuanyang’s face, seemingly finding beauty in the dirty, swept-up mess... Cui Yuanyang, clutching her sword tightly, felt truly unsure and sneaked a glance at Zhao Changhe, who had been silent.

The sight almost made her drop her sword in fright.

Zhao Changhe, who had been smiling brightly after recovering earlier, now had a dark and fierce look, his eyes unknowingly blood-red — not metaphorically, nor the red tint from using Qi cultivation previously, but quite terrifyingly like even the whites of his eyes had turned red.

In an instant, Cui Yuanyang knew what Zhao Changhe was doing.

He deliberately unleashed the Blood Evil Qi he had always suppressed, rushing it into his brain, allowing himself to fall into a state of irrational frenzy!

This was the first time Zhao Changhe had succumbed to madness since he began cultivating the Blood Evil Skill, and it was voluntary.

In this unreasonably violent state, he could ignore all injuries and pain, rallying all the Blood Evil in his body to its utmost limit, compensating for his previous loss — strictly speaking, this berserk state was the true complete form of the Blood Evil Skill, although it sacrificed tactical wisdom, making it uncertain whether his fighting ability was higher or lower than usual, but no other strategy was suitable for the moment.

Deeply worried yet aware of what needed to be done, Cui Yuanyang remembered Zhao’s admonition when he was about to go berserk earlier, "Stay away from me."

She suddenly withdrew her sword and ran to the side.

Qi, thinking the ’little rabbit’ was trying to flee, chuckled, "No hurry, young lady, after I collect your lover’s head, I’ll slowly deal with you."

Before his words fell, a sense of alarm surged in his heart.

It felt like being targeted by a pack of wolves in the forest, under the night sky numerous glossy wolf eyes staring one down, a tingling sensation all over.

A hoarse voice near his ear, "Zhao’s good head isn’t something just anyone can take..."

Qi stiffly turned his head, encountering a pair of blood-red eyes, the gleaming steel blade emanating a bloody hue, as if a demonic blade was reborn.

The waning moon hung slanted in the sky, Zhao Changhe himself like a Blood God descending to the mortal plane.

The blade had not even moved, yet it already seemed to capture souls.

"Roar!" Zhao Changhe could no longer distinguish who was in front of him, just that it was a lifeform, his obstacle at that moment.

With a beast-like roar, the wild blade slashed through the air, the heavens and earth dramatically reacting!

With a casual swing of his blade, even gods and buddhas scattered.

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