Chaotic World Book

San Niang had a dream.

She dreamt she was like a plump little ghost, floating up to the sky like a balloon without a care, becoming more and more thoughtless, as if she was about to dissipate into the wind.

A cloud drifted by. When her head bumped into it, surprisingly, she didn't pass through.

San Niang touched her round head, not feeling any pain. She hummed and embraced the cloud, flipping on top of it, and plopped down—it was so soft and comfortable...

She was falling asleep...

Deep down, she vaguely knew that whether she was about to scatter in the wind or fall asleep, it meant she was severely wounded and near death.

And this so-called cloud was Zhao Changhe's medicine and the Rejuvenation Technique preventing her from dissipating, consolidating her Divine Soul.

But at this moment, she didn't think about these things. San Niang wanted to sleep; she was so tired.

It seemed like there was nothing left to worry about. There had been something very important before, but it was already accomplished... Guigui was so powerful, so she should just sleep!

Dazedly, something poured into her from above, a cool water-essence seeping into her Soul.

What the heck, that stinky pig is injecting stuff into my body again, disturbing my sleep.

It would've been just fine if her mind had been simply refreshed by the coolness, but noisy commotions were coming from below, infuriatingly loud.

She pricked up her ears to listen, and it sounded like someone was chanting, "Bless us, Sea God..."

Hearing this phrase, San Niang was instinctively displeased. It was bad enough to disturb her sleep, but to mention the Sea God, it seemed like they were courting death!

Guigui squirmed and wriggled to the edge of the cloud to peer down.

She saw many blindly worshipping in all directions, with no clear aim, as strands of Qi scattered into the sky with their devout worship. Oddly, a portion of this Qi gently floated toward her, irrationally trying to drill into Guigui's body.

San Niang didn't want any of it inside her... it seemed like something from the Sea Emperor, and she resisted, not wanting it.

Then that Qi automatically condensed into ingots right before her.

"Mine!" San Niang reached out with two little hands that sprouted from her round body, quickly embracing the ingots to her chest.

If it was the Sea Emperor's wealth, it was just right to snatch it!

With that embrace, the ingots vanished into her phantom-like body, and her ethereal form gradually began to solidify.

San Niang quickly realized, even if it was the Power of Faith, she had snatched it from the Sea Emperor... With this thought, she became happy, freely absorbing the Qi, even starting to snatch the other scattered strands.

Then a distant call resonated mysteriously, "Emperor Xuanwu..."

Guigui looked up, as countless threads of Qi from the farthest corners of the heavens rushed toward her like myriad shooting stars.

She reached out to grab, "This is mine!"

With this gesture, suddenly a "bam" sounded, and solid, creamy jade-like arms sprouted, followed by the ghostly body stretching and enlarging into a seductively curved figure.

Big, perky, round, fertile. Xia Chichi? Pfft, wet behind the ears, not worthy of a challenge.

San Niang stood amid the clouds, looking down as every silhouette bowed devoutly, as if before a Divine Being: "Sea God..."

This feeling... the feeling of being so high above, so ethereal, almost made her not want to sleep anymore...

Was this what They all chased after, to be high in the clouds, looking down upon the world, with multitudes like ants below?

Handsome men and beautiful women at one's beck and call? That seemed like the wish of an Emperor, probably not something They would desire, but Guigui did. Didn't they find it lonely, just one person standing atop the clouds?

San Niang waved her hand, a gesture that seemed to command the natural world: "Where is the little pig!"

"Bam!" Zhao Changhe appeared by her side.

Indeed, such was the might of a Divine Being, to have anything just by desiring it. Theoretically, in one's own dream, one was the master, was a god!

San Niang floated over, "Come lick my feet!"

Zhao Changhe, "?"

The next moment, Guigui was caught off-guard, flipped over, and pressed against the legs with its butt sticking up, as a big palm started smacking its buttocks, "Did you even consider discussing it before acting recklessly?"

The sound of spanking echoed through the clouds, and Guigui was completely dazed, not until after quite a while did it start yelling, "This is clearly my dream, why can't I beat you here?"

"This is a damn dream, whack! This is your sea of consciousness, whack!"

Sea of consciousness... It took a while for that to sink into San Niang's brain, but eventually, she figured out what was happening.

Her Divine Soul was about to disperse, and Zhao Changhe might have obtained the Magic Skill left by the Sea Emperor, channeling this Power of Faith into her, allowing her to receive a massive supply of Soul Power, solidifying her Divine Soul so it wouldn't scatter, even reforming it back to its original state. This method was indeed incredible; no wonder the Sea Emperor's revival was so unbelievably efficient, especially in the Imperial Realm where the demand for Soul Power wasn't that high, indeed allowing for a quick recovery; after that, it would probably require much longer years.

She still wanted to have the little pig lick her feet... wondering if Xia Chichi could hear her. Feeling like she had socially died twice, San Niang stuttered a bit, "Could you have killed It without me risking my life?"

"Whack!" Zhao Changhe gave a harsh smack and angrily said, "The battle has just begun, and we're not at a point without strategies; who said there's only this stupid method? Besides, even if It gets away, at worst, I'll go begging around for help. The old Xia is still alive, and there are other God Demons lurking, it's not an unsolvable problem! Who gave you permission to die just like that?"

San Niang's mind wasn't quick, she couldn't argue, and couldn't break free, how could she be a match for him having just barely regained a bit of strength?

"Whether it's for revenge or slaying gods, getting the Heavenly Book or a Divine Artifact... compared to you, that's all crap..." Zhao Changhe worried she was too frail to suffer another hit, so he slowly hugged her tighter and said softly, "I just want to see that happy Guigui lying there, dozing off and enjoying the show. Risking your life isn't suitable for you... I can handle it..."

So this guy had considered this stupid method before too but was beaten to the punch by San Niang; how could he even bring that up...

But San Niang didn't want to laugh at him. His words made her whole being feel soft, and she obediently laid on his legs, not wanting to move anymore.

Compared to you, that's all crap... Hehe.

Finally, she spoke softly, "Alright, don't be mad, I'll listen to you from now on."

Zhao Changhe didn't speak anymore.

"I'll listen to you," she had said that several times before, and she really did listen. There was nothing to blame for this time; with her parents' blood feud involved, if it were him, he would be even more intense than her. The only reason he spanked her was out of heartache.

Actually, the spanking didn't hurt; it was the Divine Soul, not a real butt. Conversely, at this moment, San Niang could feel sensations in her body, and there was a feeling of rejuvenation, nourishing her body and healing the chaotic injuries within.

He managed to enter her Divine Soul and simultaneously distracted himself to heal her with the Rejuvenation Technique; he was really taking a lot of care.

San Niang opened her eyes.

The scene in front of her was inside a water house, with Zhao Changhe holding her, forehead pressed against hers, engaged in a soul connection.

And her hand was being held by another delicate, boneless, ice-cold little hand, from which the rejuvenating sensations were coming.

With a quick glance, San Niang noticed that the person holding her hand and transferring the Rejuvenation Technique was not Zhao Changhe at all, but Xia Chichi...

Xia Chichi had a stern face, seemingly uncomfortable with the intimate forehead touching of the pair, while also aware that the intermingling of their souls might even lead to spiritual intercourse, but was still devotedly treating her master's injuries.

Annoying as the damn turtle may be, after all is said and done, this was her master.

Touched, San Niang looked at her for a long time before finally saying her first words upon waking, "He's all yours tonight."

"Whack!" "Whack!" Both of their behinds got smacked simultaneously, Xia Chichi stood up in indignation, "Even if you wanted to compete, do you even have the strength now?"

Zhao Changhe, also irked, laid her on the water bed, and a page from the Book Silk covered her face, "This is the Heavenly Book related to the Power of Faith. Just now I was merely helping with the guidance, but actually, this kind of thing you have to learn and use yourself to truly be effective. There's little others can do to help. Now that you're awake, study it well, I'll go and prepare some medicine to treat the injuries to your body."

Her bodily injuries were also quite troublesome, and it was impossible to find specially suitable medicine right away, so they would have to make do for now. Fortunately, they had collected many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures on Tianya Island, and Zhao Changhe's medical knowledge was not bad. With careful preparation, he could indeed come up with suitable medicine, and together with the Rejuvenation Technique, they would really be able to bring her back from the brink of death.

It felt as if the trip to Tianya Island was like a pre-battle mission, with only a day to spare, yet almost everything they did there turned out to be useful for this battle.

As Zhao Changhe prepared the medicine, he thought that this couldn't have been led by a blind man. Except for the Dragon Soul Wood, which was taught by a blind man and only because he had asked first, everything else—leaving early was San Niang's decision, choosing specific medicinal materials was his own choice, and Hai Pinglan's Bow Skill was his own legacy. Everything was just so coincidental; it seemed it had to do with fortune.

This page from the Heavenly Book wasn't just about faith, it also touched upon the ethereal forces like fortune and merit. It seemed that when he had time, he could study it; perhaps there would be additional insights.

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PS: Sorry, I misspoke last night; it's not that the goal is about to be achieved, but that it's about to not be achieved. Sob sob sob~ Asking for monthly tickets!