Chaotic World Book-Chapter 246 - 241: Making a Name in Beijing

Huangfu Shaozong coordinated with the Demon Suppression Department and arranged a cooperative pursuit to kill He Lei. By now, evening was approaching.

Thinking about his sister’s instruction to get in touch with Zhao Changhe more, although Huangfu Shaozong was not too keen on it, since his sister had given him the task, he might as well do it.

And if he was going to do it, he would do it with flair. Not only did he invite him to stay at his house, but he also snatched him away from Tang Wanju, which would surely delight his sister to see Tang Wanju’s defeat.

These two old women had been at each other’s throats for more than a decade, and he really didn’t know what was so good about it, and when it would ever end. Although Huangfu Shaozong thought it was pretty stupid for two grown women with their own statuses to continue bickering like little girls, since it concerned his sister, he was naturally inclined to lend a hand.

So, Huangfu Shaozong boldly went to the Demon Suppression Department to request people, intending to treat them to a meal.

But unexpectedly, Tang Wanju, who normally went back and forth with Huangfu Qing, didn’t try to stop Zhao Changhe at all this time. Since he had come to the Capital, he should either leave immediately or let the Capital witness his glory.

Tang Wanju was certain that something would happen once Zhao Changhe went to the banquet.

There was no need for the covert stirrings of major forces; countless troubles would arise openly at the surface.

Martial spirit was extremely prominent in this world, where everyone from the Emperor to the heads of aristocratic families was a top-notch powerhouse. This was a stark difference from the ancient times of the current era.

Thinking back to when Zhao Changhe was in Beimang, first making it onto the Hidden Dragon List, he attracted a large crowd of idiots challenging him. This was not an exception; nearly everyone on the lists would constantly face similar challenges. It was only those like Cui Yuanyang and Wan Dongliu who hid behind their family’s influence and avoided going out who weren’t troubled by such challenges.

Because people were discontented, me at the Fourth Layer, you at the Third, me clearly stronger than you. By what right do you gain fame throughout the Worldly Society by being named on the list? No matter how many times you explained the meaning of Hidden Dragon, it didn’t erase the first perception in people’s hearts: dissatisfaction.

As the hard cultivation continued to improve, reaching the Sixth or Seventh Layer, those swarming to cause trouble began to lessen, but challenges from those of the same level increased.

You’re at the Sixth Layer, I’m also at Sixth or even Seventh, you’re a Hidden Dragon? I want to test your mettle. Low EQ asks why outright, high EQ diplomatically inquires about the gap with the Hidden Dragon List.

This phenomenon occurred everywhere in the Worldly Society, and even on the Human List, it was quite common. The Chaotic World Book was so named because of this very typical manifestation.

Zhao Changhe had not encountered this for a long time, since he either mixed with Cao Gang, or hid away with the Tang family, or was at the Langya Martial Arts Conference. Going out meant his whereabouts were unpredictable, and others had no opportunity to cause issues. But this time, traveling alone to the Capital, not concealing his movements, was he not like a brightly burning candle, declaring to everyone to open fire on him?

One could say that ever since Young Master Dai shouted Zhao Changhe’s name at the city gate, numerous Capital gents of similar cultivation levels had become restless.

Including Huangfu Shaozong himself, he too wanted to have a fight with Zhao Changhe. With his Mystical Gate at Seventh Layer and Zhao Changhe at Sixth, yet only a mere two spots separating their rankings, he also wanted to know why. Of course, it was not quite appropriate for him to make a move; he had his own little schemes.

Therefore, the venue he chose for the meal was not the Yihong Tower but the opposite restaurant. They didn’t go into a private room either, but instead chose the classic open pavilion with walls that allowed the breeze from all sides and an expansive view. It was said to be for enjoying the scenery comfortably, but in reality, anyone could jump up there.

Zhao Changhe could see through Huangfu Shaozong’s intentions and smiled slightly, unworried.

"Brother Zhao, this place is the famous Zhang Family Restaurant in the Capital. The most famous thing here is..."

"The Zhi Rong Snow Jade Pastry?"

Huangfu Shaozong was taken aback, "Brother Zhao actually knows about the Capital’s pastries?"

"There’s a young girl who likes them."

"...Cui Yuanyang, right?" Huangfu Shaozong choked, "Brother Zhao, there’s no one here to pass on your message to her, if you’re thinking of wooing her from afar, better forget it."

"Eh, you seem pretty knowledgeable? Not quite fitting the big-bearded man persona, huh?"

"It cuts both ways. Your scarred face doesn’t really match up with such matters either," said Huangfu Shaozong expressionlessly. "Brother, I’m not treating you to women’s cakes, it’s the Furong Wine here. Of course, if Brother Zhao wants to eat cake..."

"Never mind." Zhao Changhe directly took the wine jug on the table and boldly poured wine for Huangfu Shaozong, taking the initiative.

Huangfu Shaozong felt it was a bit impolite, and just as he was about to say something, footsteps came from the stairs, "I hear the Bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe is here?"

As Zhao Changhe poured wine, he gave Huangfu Shaozong a half-smile, half-serious look, "Actually, Brother Huangfu should have gone to Langya."

Anybody would find it hard to believe that with a Marquis’s house playing host, there was no one guarding the stairs. You wanted to weigh my worth as well.

Huangfu Shaozong’s face turned slightly red, realizing that his intentions had been seen through, but he did not make excuses. Instead, he turned to face the newcomer, "Huangfu has invited guests; is this an attempt to slap my face?"

The newcomer bowed with a clasped fist, "It’s rare for the Bloodthirsty Shura to visit the Capital. If we don’t take this opportunity to learn something, there won’t be another chance. Please, Young Marquis, understand the heart of a martial artist."

Huangfu Shaozong looked towards Zhao Changhe, attempting to say, "Brother Zhao’s thoughts are..."

Zhao Changhe finished pouring his wine and continued to pour his own, "As you please."

The newcomer took a deep breath and slowly drew a longsword, "Below is the Capital’s Mad Dragon, Chen..."

"I’m not interested in any names, draw your sword," Zhao Changhe said, without even drawing his saber, still pouring wine, and not sparing a glance at the other party.

The challenger finally showed anger, "Bloodthirsty Shura, you show too much contempt for the gents of the Capital!"

"Don’t speak for the whole Capital; I’m just showing contempt for one person," Zhao Changhe said with a helpless sigh, putting down the wine jug, "Damn it, I had planned to fight while pouring wine, but you lot talk too much garbage, making it impossible for me to keep up the act. Can’t the Capital’s gents be more straightforward?"

Huangfu Shaozong’s expression grew rather interesting.

"What kind of thought process is this? He actually values striking a pose!"

I could learn a thing or two. No wonder this guy is so famous; so that’s how he got his reputation.

The so-called Capital’s Fierce Dragon was dumbfounded for a moment, then finally burst into rage, "You’re going too far!"

The sword light was like a ribbon, thrusting straight for Zhao Changhe’s face as if to slash a symmetrical scar on the other side of Zhao Changhe’s face as a long-lasting lesson.

Zhao Changhe raised his left hand holding the wine bowl to signal to Huangfu Shaozong, "Thanks for the hospitality, a toast to Brother Huangfu."

Huangfu Shaozong raised his bowl with interest, clinking it against Zhao’s.

As the two bowls clinked with a "ding," a sword light reached Zhao Changhe’s face at that precise moment. Zhao Changhe’s right hand suddenly shot up in a vertical palm strike.

In the eyes of the onlooker, Zhao Changhe who had been leisurely sitting there with apparent openings, now with that vertical palm strike, suddenly seemed as if all vulnerabilities had vanished, an insurmountable barrier, like a god looking down from above.

"Smack!" The vertical palm struck the side of the sword. What seemed like an ordinary strike exploded with a terrifying force upon contact. The sword itself seemed to bend from the impact, getting deflected off its path and whizzing past Zhao Changhe.

His foot, hooking something unnoticed earlier, propelled a man forward directly into a pillar after where he slid down slowly.

Zhao Changhe acted as if nothing had happened, tilting his head back and draining the wine, "Great wine!"

Huangfu Shaozong’s eyes held depth as he murmured, "Divine Brilliance Wind and Thunder Palm..."

"Good eye. Not very proficiently used, you flatter me, Brother Huangfu."

In the brief exchange, several more people came up the stairs, one of them drawing his sword and charging forward, "From the Capital’s Huang family, Huang Shaogong would like to learn from Bloodthirsty Shura!"

"The next one doesn’t need to announce their name; I’ll only be interested in knowing the name if you can make me draw my weapon," Zhao Changhe flicked his finger, sending the longsword flying out of the man’s hand.

"Bibo Qingyi..."

"Keen observation." The next moment, a fist as large as a vinegar bowl smashed into Huang Shaogong’s face, "Would Brother Huangfu like to guess the name of this punch?"

"...I can’t tell, that was just a casual punch, wasn’t it?"

"Is the Blood Evil Fist that goes with my Blood Evil Saber Technique so lacking in presence?"

"..."

"Bang!" Huang Shaogong smashed into another pillar and passed out.

"From the Capital’s Xie family..."

"I said no need for names." Zhao Changhe’s hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the other’s wrist and casually throwing him to the ground.

"From the Capital’s Zhao..."

"Ah, my own clan; alas, you’re not quite up to par," Zhao Changhe said.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." Huangfu Shaozong watched person after person collide with the pillars and slump unconscious, his own face changing colors.

All these people were from the Mystical Gate’s levels five to seven, with some even having a higher cultivation level than Zhao Changhe.

Yet not one could get past the second move against Zhao Changhe. He had not only refrained from drawing his weapon, he hadn’t even shifted his seat.

No, he had been using just one hand the whole time, with the other continuously pouring and drinking wine. In a matter of moments and ten bowls later, the bodies were strewn across the loft floor.

The disparity was so vast it didn’t even look like a match between equals; it was more like an adult beating up children.

Huangfu Shaozong himself, being at the Seventh Layer of Mystical Gate and eleventh on the Hidden Dragon List theoretically stronger than Zhao Changhe, had to admit that even if he could easily beat them, he wouldn’t be able to do it with the same ease as Zhao Changhe.

It was the vision borne of experience in countless battles, the most direct and effective use of combat skills—something those who hadn’t struggled for survival in the Worldly Society, living on the edge of a knife, could never understand. Even the seemingly ordinary Blood Evil Fist, in the hands of Zhao Changhe, played as if it were an ultimate skill.

Moreover, Huangfu Shaozong could tell that with the progress of the fight, Zhao Changhe’s use of his fists and palms even became more skilled. His earlier Divine Brilliance Wind and Thunder Palm had seemed a bit rusty, but later it truly became as unyielding as a mountain, impervious to anyone who dared challenge it.

"Bang!" Zhao Changhe’s fist once again met a man’s face followed by him pouring another drink. The wine pot was now empty.

Zhao Changhe laughed heartily, "Too many people, not enough wine; how stingy the Capital’s hospitality is! Someone, bring more wine!"

The restaurant fell silent, even Huangfu Shaozong was momentarily at a loss.

It seemed everyone had volunteered themselves to let this man make a name for himself within a single bout of drinking in Beijing.

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