Chaotic World Book

When Fang Buping was seen, he was in a room filled with the scent of medicine, airtight and pale-faced, looking miserable. Yet, he lived a carefree life, leaning against a soft and fragrant maid who was feeding him medicine spoonful by spoonful, with another maid fanning a brazier next to him, making the room warm and cozy.

Several sect members, likely his trusted aides, were around him, drinking warm wine and laughing with another maid.

It seemed that even when uninjured, his days were spent much the same. Thus, it could be said that once someone attained a certain status, they might not necessarily continue to work hard.

Zhao Changhe walked in with a smile, bowing his hands, "How is the squad leader's health?"

Fang Buping weakly raised his head from the maid's embrace, a flash of dark jealousy passing through his eyes.

He was truly angry. It was bad enough that Luo Zhenwu had snatched his achievements, but the merit of the treasures also fell into the hands of these two, highlighting his incapability as if deliberately antagonizing him. He knew Zhao Changhe's so-called backer might not really look out for him, but he couldn't simply bully him either—who knows if the Holy Daughter might seek revenge in the future? Yet, he couldn't help it.

Damn it, even that so-called backer had ascended by snatching treasures from him.

This is precisely what it means to be consumed by jealousy.

Dare not do others, but on money and grain matters, find something to pick on, see how frazzled you become, what can you do then?

Seeing Zhao Changhe politely showing concern, Fang Buping managed a forced smile, "Not dead. Village Chief Zhao..."

"Present."

"You are wanted and deserted your post to enter the city without permission. If you bring trouble to the sect's mission, can you bear the responsibility?" Fang Buping slowly said, "Considering you were first an ignorant villager and then a bandit, I won't take issue with you for now. In the future, ask for more instructions and report your actions, don't act on your own."

Wang Dashan's heart nearly leaped out of his throat, fearing that Zhao Changhe would lose his temper and directly start chopping people.

A whole bunch of Blood God Sect members around, if you kill one, we'll also be chopped to death here...

Yet, Zhao Changhe merely casually smiled, "Ignorant villagers, people with bandit origins, there are actually quite a few of them."

Fang Buping's expression subtly changed, suddenly remembering that Xia Chichi and Zhao Changhe essentially shared the same background. Mocking Zhao Changhe like this wasn't much different from pointing at Xia Chichi's nose and cursing... Not to speak of backers, just defaming the Holy Daughter like this, if the Four Symbols Sect found out, he might face severe consequences.

With this thought, he quickly put on a smile, "Books are still necessary to read, right? Sect scriptures, hasn't Village Chief Zhao looked at them much? Since you're here this time, take a few back to study."

"That is a must." Zhao Changhe smiled warmly, "Apart from the sect scriptures, I also plan to ask for a few history books to read. Oh yes, our sect's Qinggong, I am qualified to learn it now, right?"

"Being brothers within the sect, of course you can." Fang Buping, momentarily feeling guilty, dared not cause any more mischief and waved his hand wearily, "Let Liu Zi take the guest to the library, take that Flying Blood Traceless for Qinggong, other scriptures and histories as you see fit."

The sect member who had brought Zhao Changhe in gestured, "Village Chief Zhao, please."

Zhao Changhe nodded with a smile, "Thank you, brother."

Wang Dashan watched, as if in a dream, "Is this Zhao Changhe?"

No, weren't you here to deal with money and grain? Now with this friendly demeanor, and not mentioning money at all, what are you planning?

The so-called library was actually next to this bedroom. Zhao Changhe followed the sect member into the library, looking at the bookshelves; the door remained open, and Fang Buping could still see his back from afar.

Fang Buping, with a dark face, looked at Zhao Changhe's back and glanced at Wang Dashan, asking coldly, "Zhao Changhe risked the warrant to enter the city, what is he really here to do?"

Wang Dashan shivered under his chilling gaze, not daring to contradict the squad leader, carefully appeasing, "Our village is out of money and grain..."

"Exactly." Fang Buping sneered.

It was hard to hinder him with sect scriptures and Cultivation Techniques, but the distribution of money and grain under this branch was indeed the squad leader's prerogative, no one could really say anything; if Zhao Changhe dared to ask, he dared to let Zhao Changhe face disappointment.

He indifferently said, "Your name is Wang Dashan?"

"Uh, yes."

"Any issues in the village, report more to the squad... You should know, anyone could be Village Chief..."

Wang Dashan's eyes gleamed, smiling appeasingly, "I, I hope for more guidance from the squad leader."

Fang Buping smiled, then closed his eyes in silence.

Zhao Changhe, seemingly examining the bookshelf, curled up a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Indeed, not everyone is Luo Qi, and this Wang Dashan is utterly unreliable.

"Village Chief Zhao, will these do?" Liu Zi brought over a stack of books.

Zhao Changhe flipped through them, primarily pausing at the so-called "Flying Blood Traceless," and laughed, "That's enough, thanks brother."

He leisurely carried the stack of books and walked out, as if just remembering something, he turned to Fang Buping and said, "There is also an important matter for this visit, needing discussion with the squad leader."

Fang Buping responded indifferently, "What matter?"

"I heard from the older brothers in our sect that in our Holy Sect, martial prowess is supreme, strength is king, and one can challenge for positions internally, as long as it is a fair challenge witnessed by others, that is allowed. I wonder if this explanation is accurate?"

Fang Buping did not understand his intention for a moment, "Indeed, that is the rule of the Holy Sect."

He immediately realized and chuckled, "Village Chief Zhao, are you thinking of challenging me? The sect rules do not allow taking advantage of someone in distress to challenge the injured; otherwise, chaos would have ensued long ago. If you intend so, we can discuss this in a few months."

"Where, where, I also have my pride; how could I dare challenge someone who can't even leave their bed?" Zhao Changhe's smile slowly faded, and he spoke loudly, "However, I am very interested in the Vice Leader position responsible for financial and grain arrangements. Now that many brothers from the sect are present and squad leader Fang is witnessing, Zhao Changhe challenges the Vice Leader. Do you dare accept the challenge?"

The surrounding disciples' faces changed, and Wang Dashan turned pale.

This Zhao Changhe...

Although the elite troops had already withdrawn, how could the Vice Leader be less than at the Second Layer of the Mystical Gate? Zhao Changhe had only been practicing martial arts for a little over a month, and it was said that he had just broken through the First Layer about ten days ago. Everyone practices the Blood Evil Skill, and there isn't much suppression by any Cultivation Technique. Where did he get such audacity from?

Indeed, that is really audacious...

But even if you can win the challenge now, aren't you afraid of the squad leader seeking revenge after recovering? When one is under the eaves, why stand out so stiffly?

Fang Buping looked at Zhao Changhe like he was a fool for a long time, struggling with his sick body to cough and laugh: "Hey, Lao Huang, did you hear that? Village Chief Zhao wants to challenge you. I, the squad leader, will witness this, will you accept the challenge?"

A robust man who was embracing a maid and watching the scene stood up, laughing, "Since Village Chief Zhao has such refined tastes, of course, I should indulge him in a few moves, haha..."

Zhao Changhe's expression was calm; he held up his long sword and bowed, "Please enlighten me, Vice Leader Huang."

Vice Leader Huang pulled out a heavy steel knife and laughed, "Don't say I bully the younger and less advanced, what about letting you make three moves?"

Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up at the sight of that heavy steel knife and was about to speak when suddenly, a flash of golden light passed overhead.

Everyone paused, looking up at the sky.

Indeed, the Chaotic World Book brought down a new chapter:

"December, Slight Cold. Xia Chichi at the Fifth Layer of the Mystical Gate, stepping into the Azure Dragon Pond, realizing the White Tiger's Edge, fought alone against twenty-eight members of the same level from the Four Symbols Sect, breaking the Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation significantly, causing both upper and lower ranks of the Four Symbols Sect to shake."

"Hidden Dragon List changes."

"Hidden Dragon number thirteen, Xia Chichi."

"Midsummer fills the sky, why come so late?"

The whole place was silent, and Fang Buping and others looked at the sky, shocked, unable to speak for a while.

They guessed that Xia Chichi would become the Holy Daughter, but did not expect such a monstrous level. With merely the Fifth Layer of the Mystical Gate's tough Cultivation, directly ranked thirteen on the Hidden Dragon List, with many others from the Sixth and Seventh Layers ranking behind her! This means the Chaotic World Book considered her achievements harder than those proficient pieces of combat from others at the Sixth and Seventh Layers!

If she were to elevate her tough Cultivation even higher, reaching the Eighth or Ninth Layer?

Not only would it shake up the Four Symbols Sect, but it would also be enough to shock the entire world!

Zhao Changhe sighed softly.

She was, after all, a woman who practiced even during rest and sleep... She should not have remained unknown. It was time for her rise.

Midsummer fills the sky, why come so late...

He retracted his gaze, the tip of his sword vibrated slightly, as he lightly chuckled, "Vice Leader Huang, don't look so cautious... Zhao Changhe has his own long sword and doesn't depend on favors. There's no need for you to let me make any moves, but I do quite fancy your knife. How about we make it a stake?"