Chaotic World Book-Chapter 70 - 69: Heaven and Earth

Zhao Changhe no longer felt the impulse he had last time to grab her, he asked very calmly, "What, is it not enough for you to spy on my every move, now you have come to openly watch me bathe? How big? By the way, have you been watching my excrement and urine all along? Does it smell good?"

The Blind Man said, "You were in a dream, where is there a bath?"

Zhao Changhe looked down and sure enough, he wasn’t in a bathtub. He was wearing his modern clothes and standing in the room, not knowing where the bathtub had gone... It was clearly a dream.

How ironic, now the real world could only appear in dreams.

He didn’t dwell on this and continued, "So you haven’t been spying on me all the way?"

The Blind Man shook his head, "I have not."

"Did you really not write the Chaotic World Book?" Zhao Changhe pressed, "I always feel that it seems serious on the surface, but deep down it’s filled with mocking, which really matches the impression you give me."

"..." The Blind Man actually pondered this for quite a while, seeming somewhat bewildered by his impression in Zhao Changhe’s mind.

He then said, "Chaotic World Book is just a name defined by the people, it has another grand name."

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"The grand name is simple, it’s Heavenly Book. Or to be more precise, it’s merely a page of the Heavenly Book dedicated to documenting the martial affairs of the human world." The Blind Man sighed, "So it’s the record of the Heavenly Dao, not something I can control. If I truly could control it, then I would indeed be the Heavenly Dao... why would the Heavenly Dao from another realm come to do such tedious things with you?"

Zhao Changhe said coldly, "Then where is the Heavenly Dao? Don’t give me that nonsense about ’this heaven has no Dao.’"

"The Heavenly Dao is dead." The Blind Man answered nonchalantly, "Otherwise, its records wouldn’t have collapsed so freely to be seen by all... So what’s wrong with saying ’this heaven has no Dao’?"

Zhao Changhe was shocked, his eyes wide open.

The Heavenly Dao is dead?

What kind of concept was that!

"Do you think the Four Symbols Sect and Xia Longyuan are truly after the mountains and rivers of this world?" The Blind Man chuckled sarcastically, "Perhaps in comparison, the Cui Family’s thoughts are still more human-like."

Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "You are the same."

"Aren’t you the same? Up till today, you still do not consider yourself a person of this world, constantly spewing your ’Zhao Mansion dialect’. How much of it is twisted language habit and how much is deliberately contrasting with this world?"

"... You said you didn’t spy on me?"

"You are the one I brought here, what’s odd about me showing an interest in you?" The Blind Man sighed, "I also didn’t expect that within a few months, you would consecutively trigger the Heavenly Book, which did surprise me."

Zhao Changhe said lightly, "So you came this time because you think I am a talent to be cultivated, to grant me more golden opportunities?"

The Blind Man didn’t reply, but instead said, "Someone has come to see you."

After speaking, his figure disappeared and the night shattered.

Zhao Changhe opened his eyes, it was already bright outside the window, but he was still in the bathtub, the water had long turned cold.

He hurriedly got up from the tub to wipe himself dry, cursing at how he had spent the whole night soaking in the water. If it weren’t for his advanced cultivation, he would definitely have caught a fever by now.

As for the purpose of the Blind Man’s visit, Zhao Changhe was sarcastically sure in his speech, but deep down he actually had an idea.

If the Chaotic World Book was just a page of the Heavenly Book, what about the other pages? The Blind Man did not explicitly say, but anyone who heard it would probably be motivated to search for them. Those were the true treasures, stronger than any golden opportunities... also hinting that the thoughts of the Four Symbols Sect and Xia Longyuan were likely related to this.

If the Heavenly Dao is dead, who will rise to power?

That was the ultimate truth pursued by the heroes of this era, and also what the Blind Man was guiding Zhao Changhe towards this time.

What was her objective?

As he was fully absorbed in his thoughts while wiping his body, there was a "click" sound, and the door was pushed open, Cui Yuanyang jumped in: "Brother Zhao... uh..."

Zhao Changhe expressionlessly looked down at his unstoppable second brother, and then expressionlessly looked up at Cui Yuanyang.

Cui Yuanyang stepped back gradually and then tripped on the threshold, exclaiming "Ouch" as he fell backward and landed on his bottom.

Unable to contain himself, Zhao Changhe laughed out loud despite all his worries, "Hidden Dragon sequence two hundred and thirteen, to put it out there like that, it feels like the credibility of the Chaotic World Book is about to collapse."

Cui Yuanyang covered his eyes, "Why aren’t you wearing clothes so early in the morning!"

Zhao Changhe leisurely began putting on his trousers, "There was also a morning where someone yelled in the room ’I’m not dressed yet’~ who was that."

Two maids’ heads poked out from the doorframes on either side, their eyes blinking.

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Washing away the suspicion was no longer possible.

"I shouldn’t have joked around with her like that... but these days, we’ve grown too familiar..."

It seemed that, no matter what, he couldn’t clear himself.

Cui Yuanyang, blushing from embarrassment, scrambled up from the ground and scolded in a low voice, "What are you all staring at, go away. I’ll bring the dishes in myself."

The maids stifled their laughter and bowed slightly, "Yes."

Cui Yuanyang took the tray from the maid’s hands and carefully stepped over the threshold; Zhao Changhe had already put on new clothes and watched her with a smile.

It was a brocade robe, touched with a hint of vermilion red, embroidered with mountains and rivers, grand and majestic. The fabric was extremely luxurious, even the brocade looked like it was sewn with golden threads, extravagantly opulent. Zhao Changhe had never worn such expensive clothes in either world... and this garment wasn’t even a samurai style but leaned more towards a literary air, which greatly softened his rough and bold charisma, giving him an aura of dignified calmness.

Cui Yuanyang’s eyes sparkled with interest, finding it amusing; she hadn’t thought Zhao Changhe could possess such a demeanor, but finding it unexpectedly pleasing.

Similarly, Zhao Changhe’s eyes also shimmered, for the present Cui Yuanyang... was very beautiful.

Yes, not cute, but beautiful.

Gone was the fluffy rabbit hat or the tattered beggar appearance covered in mud... Instead, lightly made up with a jade hairpin in her hair, she stood in a pale green dress, which seemingly elongated her figure subtly altering even her face shape to appear less round, more like an almond face, quite lovely.

Clearly, she was a beautiful young lady.

The only remnant from before was her neat, straight bangs making her look doll-like, adding an extra touch of cuteness.

As their eyes met, both harbored a feeling of "So this is what you actually look like..."

Then, they smiled at each other, as if a lifetime had passed.

"Come. The good stuff!" Cui Yuanyang, delighted, set the plate on the table; when she turned around, her dirty backside from the fall was exposed, causing Zhao Changhe to burst out laughing.

There was no lifetime between them, things were still the same.

"What are you laughing at?" Cui Yuanyang turned her head and scolded, "We haven’t had good food on our journey, why don’t you eat some? This is where I should shine the most!"

Seeing the rich loli’s lingering frustration at not having successfully been taken into his care, Zhao Changhe’s dreamy concerns dissipated completely, and he cheerfully took a seat at the table. "All right, all right. What is this cake?"

"This is Jade Cake from Piaoxiang Workshop, this is Mandarin Duck Eight Treasures, this is Old Brand Zhi Rong Snow Jade Cake made by Zhang Family in the Capital..." Cui Yuanyang enthusiastically listed them, looking expectantly at him. "See which one you like the best, and if our tastes are exactly the same!"

She’s just like a child.

After all this bloody chaos along the way, she’s still so childlike.

Perhaps because she’s home? Well, actually Wei County wasn’t her Qinghe, it’s still a distance away.

Zhao Changhe tasted a bit of each and laughed, "This Jade Cake."

Cui Yuanyang seemed extremely happy, "I knew it would be the same as me!"

Zhao Changhe smiled and kept silent because that was the first one she had introduced.

He sipped fresh milk paired with delicate cakes, watched the brocade on his body, and thought that Cui Wenjing letting his daughter run to him early in the morning could indicate many things. If what he wanted was this kind of life, perhaps just a few words would indeed be enough to have such a life forever.

With brocade robes and royal feasts, a cute wife, the ninth greatest father-in-law in the land, and a power that spans states and counties.

Yet, for some reason, he always felt something was missing.

Maybe it was the words of the blind man last night, always casting a shadow in his heart.

There are people constantly watching you, your every action is but a live drama in their eyes.

Another group seeks the secrets of the world, aiming at the heavens, putting themselves in place of the divine.

The setting sun’s afterglow lit up the river; the vastness of Worldly Society had just begun to unfold.

The steel blade brought out from Beimang had just been nicked; had the blade in his heart also been dulled?

"Zhao elder brother," Cui Yuanyang’s voice came, "Why do you space out while eating, there are no scheming boatwomen here."

Zhao Changhe snapped back to attention and chuckled, "I don’t know if there’s a scheming little rabbit."

Cui Yuanyang blushed, lowering her head and muttered, "There isn’t."

In that moment, the girl’s bashfulness lingered in his heart, almost shattering the glow of Worldly Society.

Zhao Changhe felt somewhat reluctant to see her flushed face, and spoke softly, looking down, "I’d like to meet your father, I have matters to discuss."

If anyone else had been there, they would immediately think he was proposing. But as Cui Yuanyang listened, the flush on her face slowly faded, and her big eyes stared unblinkingly at Zhao Changhe.

With Zhao elder brother’s bold and brave spirit, why would he speak so meekly if it were about a marriage proposal?

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