Chaotic World Book-Chapter 68 - 67: Bloodstains on the Qinghe River as the Night is Far from Over

Chapter 68: Chapter 67: Bloodstains on the Qinghe River as the Night is Far from Over

Someone beside said, "The Cui Family must have heard about the battle at the river crossing by now, and unless something unexpected happens, it’s mostly Cui Wenjing who’s coming in person... Counting the time, it hasn’t been more than two hours since the crossing, has it?"

"From the time of crossing the river, the message reaching the Cui Family, to them sending someone for the rendezvous, it’s this most dangerous time difference we’ve endured. To us, it feels long because wave after wave of crises seems endless, like so many things have happened, but actually, it hasn’t been that long."

"Judging by the current situation, Cui Wenjing must be on his way. If we don’t make a move, maybe they will actually manage to meet up... Tsk, this Zhao Changhe, he’s really something... Eh."

He stopped halfway, his expression a bit strange, suddenly remembering that Zhao Changhe used to have a somewhat ambiguous relationship with the Holy Daughter. It was said that when the Vermilion Bird Venerable brought back the Holy Daughter, her lips were still broken, clearly having been recently bitten by a man, and rather passionately at that.

Knowing more, one would also know that the Holy Daughter had previously shared a room with that man, spending one or two months together, and had likely tried all sorts of antics.

Although the Four Symbols Sect’s Cultivation Technique had no restrictions against breaking chastity, and the Sect did have Demonesses seducing men and internal marriages, a woman with a "history" of relationships wasn’t really appropriate for the role of Holy Daughter. Sect positions like the Holy Daughter and Saint Heir were theorized to be completely devoted to the divine, without distracting thoughts. Once a misstep was made, wasn’t the White Tiger Saintess’s lesson tragic enough...

So, Xia Chichi’s trial as the Holy Daughter was much stricter than under normal circumstances, even having to face the Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation.

As it turned out, she was simply a natural-born Holy Daughter, no point mentioning it. Regardless, now bearing the title of Holy Daughter in two sects, she still commanded respect from everyone.

No one noticed any signs of her thinking about men in her day-to-day life, and everyone felt that the Holy Daughter knew what was important, clearly distinguishing significant matters. Anyway, she was only seventeen after the new year, still young. The fleeting affections of her ignorant girlhood quickly disappeared, no big deal.

These Four Symbols Sect Members witnessed Zhao Changhe’s series of actions and really wanted to compliment the lad on several counts, internally saying it’s no wonder the Holy Daughter once shared her bed with him, I would have... Eh, indeed a sign of good taste.

But they thought better of it. What if by praising him, they stirred the Holy Daughter’s long-lost feelings? After all, wasn’t he a traitor from a subordinate Sect? He should be killed, not praised.

Others could see where this thought was headed, and they all laughed. Then someone picked up the conversation, "So if we want to eliminate the traitor, we must seize this opportunity and act now, or it will be too late. Shall we make a move?"

Xia Chichi spoke without emotion, "What? Since when did the Four Symbols Sect become the lapdog of the Blood God Sect? Running over a thousand miles just to help them get rid of a traitor?"

"Uh..."

"What was our purpose for passing by here?"

"To go to Ancient Sword Lake, to restart the sword consecration ceremony. We just happened to come across this on the way."

Xia Chichi said indifferently, "So, we’re just here to watch the show. Why should we meddle in the Cui Family’s internal affairs and those of the Blood God Sect? What does it have to do with us?"

Everyone kept silent, but they all felt that she didn’t quite seem like someone who was just here to watch. Watching her demeanor, they nearly couldn’t resist the urge to save someone several times.

But was Zhao Changhe performing so well that the Holy Daughter didn’t need to expose her true intentions? Or was it seeing him being so good to a little rabbit that made the Holy Daughter’s stomach sour with jealousy? Better not to guess wildly.

Finally, an elder spoke up, "Bullying an injured person, what kind of hero is that? The Holy Daughter isn’t wrong either. Why should we wipe the Blood God Sect’s ass? A mere Mystical Gate Third Layer traitor requires our hand to kill? What face do they have? They’re damn useless."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Not to mention anything else, but taking the opportunity to kill an enemy at the Mystical Gate Third Layer who was already at the end of his strength would be beneath those present, all of whom were Guardian Level figures from the Azure Dragon and White Tiger branches of the Four Symbols Sect. The elder was even a Human List master. Where would they find the face for that? And it was out of the question for a higher Sect to claim the bounty offered by a lower one; wouldn’t that be a joke?

With that in mind, everyone sighed and said, "Then let’s leave. Otherwise, if Cui Wenjing really arrives here, we will have trouble."

At this moment, Xia Chichi suddenly spoke up, "Traitors are not impossible to kill. When the time comes, I, myself, will let him choose his way to die. That’s it, let’s go."

They all could hear the real teeth-gritting intent in her words and were comforted, reassured that the Holy Daughter truly had a clear understanding!

Xia Chichi turned her head and looked again, where the sound of horse hooves had long since faded into the distance, leaving only dust swirling on the ground.

No one knew that at this moment, the Holy Daughter had only two thoughts in her heart:

"Little hussy, what pretend innocence and cuteness, still casually embracing men!"

"Sending Yuan Yang a thousand miles, what a hero huh! Big Brother Zhao~tui! You just wait for me!"

...

Putting aside the Four Symbols Sect members’ discussion, on the other side, Cui Yuanyang sped along with Zhao Changhe on horseback, with the Listening Snow Tower assassins drawing closer and closer.

Zhao Changhe kept a vigilant eye, silently calculating.

The assassin was faster than the horse... This must be a Mystical Gate Five Layer or even Sixth Layer expert. At this level, fighting ability seemed to start matching up with the Five Extremes, at least in terms of Qinggong—Zhao Changhe remembered how the monk, One Lantern, chased down a galloping horse and even earned cheers from the soldiers of Xiangyang City, though now the horse was carrying two people and should be somewhat slower.

That meant Xia Chichi, whom he had once pinned against the wall and kissed wildly, was actually a Five Extremes Level expert, and his own level should be around that of the Quanzhen Seven Masters and Mei Chaofeng? This realization gave Zhao Changhe a rather odd look on his face, fraught with mixed feelings.

Taking a few deep breaths, he silently gathered Xia Longyuan’s Inner Strength to nourish and regulate his powerless body, slowly taking down the bow that he had hung on his body, unused, after shooting the sails earlier.

Even if you’re among the Five Extremes, you’re not immune to blades and spears!

Little did he know that at this moment, she was watching him draw his bow...

The arrow bag held only five or six arrows... Zhao Changhe took one, then suddenly drew the bow and fitted the arrow, twisting his body to shoot as he flew.

The arrow whistled sharply, piercing the air as it approached.

The assassin was also taken aback, not expecting Zhao Changhe, who hadn’t even turned his head, to suddenly twist and shoot so accurately!

He swung his sword to fend off the arrow, his leaping steps slightly hindered, causing a brief delay, and the galloping horse bolted far away once again.

The assassin couldn’t help but feel a bit of admiration; truly not just anyone could do this much while wounded and exhausted, with their ammunition spent and no provisions left... But what use was it? How many arrows could you have?

He pursued once more, and indeed, as soon as he came within range, another arrow flew his way—the assassin, well-prepared, knocked it aside and continued chasing.

After four or five such exchanges, Wei County grew increasingly closer.

The assassin hesitated in his heart.

He knew too that he was now extremely close to the Cui Family’s sphere of influence, and that after the appearance of Zhao Changhe and Cui Yuanyang crossing the river, people nearby had received the news—wouldn’t Wei County have received it too? That meant he could run into someone coming to the rescue at any moment, making further pursuit extremely dangerous.

But he was just about to succeed, to be stopped by a few feeble arrows? Wouldn’t that be laughable, and could he even sleep restfully when he got home?

Looking now at Zhao Changhe drawing his bow, with arms trembling and hardly able to fully draw the string...

Turn back in this situation?

The assassin gritted his teeth and continued the chase anyway.

Zhao Changhe positioned the last arrow, biting his teeth tightly and with trembling arms, slowly took aim.

Cui Yuanyang, who had been wildly spurring his horse and remaining silent, suddenly shouted, "Are you still looking! Still looking! If you look any longer, I’ll never speak to you again!"

"Twang!" The final arrow departed from the string.

Almost simultaneously with the sound of the bowstring, a sword light descended from the Nine Heavens, flying from a great distance, piercing through the assassin’s forehead before Zhao Changhe’s arrow had even arrived.

A sword faster than the speed of sound.

Ninth on the Heavenly List, Head of the Cui Family, Cui Yuanyang’s own father.

"Zi Qi Qing River" Cui Wenjing.

"Huff!" Cui Yuanyang pulled the reins, sitting on her horse, panting, and looked steadily at her father under the moonlit sky.

She wanted to cry, but found her face was stiff, almost incapable of any expression. She wanted to leap off the horse and embrace her father, but felt as though all her strength had vanished, unable to even dismount.

Finally, the thorny road came to an end.

Cui Wenjing watched calmly at his daughter—dirty, disheveled, and not resembling a human, but still quiet without crying or fuss. Then his gaze shifted to the man behind her, half a head peeking out to size him up... No matter how well the man hid, he couldn’t escape his notice, the color of the undershirt exposed at his chest was simply too glaring.

What emotions were harbored in Cui Wenjing’s eyes, was it admiration or something else...

Only now did Cui Yuanyang think of the possibility that her father’s attitude towards Zhao Changhe might not be friendly, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat. Just as she was about to speak, a streak of golden light suddenly flashed across the sky.

The Chaotic World Book issued a new Chapter.

All three involuntarily looked up.

"In March, Zhao Changhe traversed a thousand miles to deliver Yuanyang, crossing mountains and rivers, breaking through encirclements. Along the way, he slew countless foes, his garments soaked with blood, his long blade notched, his arrows spent and bow broken."

Cui Wenjing’s eyes moved slightly, and the usually very calm Cui Yuanyang, while looking, suddenly began to cry.

"In a moment of injury and exhaustion, he joined forces with Cui Yuanyang to slay the unneeded Qibimu, and then escaped under the pursuit of a Silver-ranked assassin from the Listening Snow Tower."

"The Hidden Dragon List changes with additional rankings."

"Hidden Dragon Eighty-Eight, Zhao Changhe."

"Hidden Dragon Two Hundred Thirteen, Cui Yuanyang."

"Blood staining Qing River, the night is not yet over."

Different from the previous two times... this time, the whole world shook.

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