Chaotic World Book

Upgrading Wuzhui was simpler than upgrading Dragon Sparrow.

Dragon Sparrow required a forging ground, fierce fire, a good furnace, and needed to be repeatedly melted and forged for a long time, which everyone from overseas had not had the conditions to do up to now.

Raising a horse required nothing but food.

Of course, horses would not directly eat dragon meat. Zhao Changhe took out the relevant herbs acquired from Tianya Island, had the Tang family fetch some auxiliary materials, and refined the components of dragon meat, dragon blood, and Blood Turtle meat with the herbs. It only took about a quarter of an hour to finish, and he coaxed the horse into eating it with the top-quality horse feed.

Wuzhui snorted and snorted as it ate the beans, and as it ate, its eyes began to turn red.

Not the kind of red from Zhao Changhe's Blood Evil… it was an external manifestation of its lifeblood being transformed.

One could see red patterns emerging on its black blood and flesh; its muscles swelled, and it seemed uneasy, pawing at the ground with its four hooves as if it would bolt at any moment.

Zhao Changhe gently stroked its forehead, and a faint golden aura gradually infiltrated.

The restless Wuzhui quickly calmed down; this golden aura and the Blood Qi on its body began to blend, seeping into its soul and limbs.

San Niang and Xia Chichi crouched nearby, curiously munching on melon seeds. Both marveled in their hearts at the fact that it was genuinely possible…

As part of a deity-worshipping Sect, San Niang now considered herself a successor of a deity, although her Power of Faith had not yet expanded. Normally, she should have remained unfazed by any "miraculous" events. Yet, they had never seen such an absurd act of species transformation, which truly went beyond the actions of mortals.

In this moment, Zhao Changhe seemed more like a deity than San Niang, and it didn't even require much effort from him, basically unrelated to Cultivation.

The two women exchanged glances, secretly thinking that such "miraculous" maneuvers, if used properly, could push him to handle matters like Emperor Ye… but first, they would need to deal with another fierce and tough old woman.

"Hey, about the Venerable..."

San Niang knew what she meant and suddenly felt amused, "Yeah, I'll give it a try. That woman is really difficult."

Xia Chichi cautiously asked, "Master, do you have any ideas? Um… how do you need me to assist?"

This is calling her Master when there's something she needs, otherwise it's just old woman… San Niang ground her teeth internally, but with a smiling face said, "Nothing much, I also have to see her and play it by ear."

Xia Chichi was astonished, "You can improvise?"

San Niang: "?"

Xia Chichi braced for defense, feeling she might be sent flying again.

San Niang ground her teeth for a while, managing a slight smile, "What would you think if I could persuade Vermilion Bird to agree?"

Xia Chichi patted her chest, "Master says how it should be, then that's how it will be."

"There's a response, no need to keep patting."

"?"

San Niang giggled, hugging her, "Good, when the time comes, however, the process demands your cooperation, and once I make it happen, you can't brush it off."

Xia Chichi felt that there was nothing scarier than these women's thought processes aside from transcribing books, and she quickly agreed.

San Niang displayed a naive smile.

A knock came from outside the courtyard: "Marquis Wu commands us to report to the Asura King."

While inputting Dragon Energy to transform Wuzhui, Zhao Changhe almost shuddered. When did Tang Buqi become Marquis Wu? Next time will he be called the Prince of Wei?

"Shh!"

Three or four people were entering the courtyard when suddenly, inside, the sound of a stallion's long neigh echoed. Moving forward for a look, a black stallion raised its front hooves, lifting its head to the sky in a long howl, then with one leap, it soared towards the heavens.

Patterns intertwining dark red and golden hues appeared on the horse's body, forming into a dragon shape with the dragon's head merging with the horse's head, roaring towards the heavens.

Zhao Changhe rode on the horse's back, holding the reins and laughing loudly, "Good, good, good! It worked!"

It wasn't clear who he was talking to, but his loud laughter echoed through the air, "Learn from Wuzhui, how easy to raise. Look at you…"

Wu Weiyang and others watched aghast.

What is this even?

Wait, you call this easy to raise?

Dragon Sparrow was furious inside the ring, "I don't even nibble on a single blade of grass of yours usually, how can you have the nerve to say that?"

"Uh…" Zhao Changhe quickly tried to pacify it, "Isn't this just because I'm anxious for you…"

"I think you're just trying to show off as a saint in front of others," Dragon Sparrow retorted angrily, "How could I have such a boring master!"

"Eh, you discovered that too, a true connoisseur, this Dragon Sparrow."

"And what's this nonsense about being easy or difficult to nurture? I don't need you to raise me!" Zhao Changhe could almost see a little Lolita with her hands on her hips, having a tantrum inside Broadsword, "I'm already strong enough, unlike this pathetic one here who still needs to ascend! Look, it can't even communicate with you now, it's unintelligent, you know, unintelligent!"

Indeed, Wuzhui had not yet developed the ability to converse, nor could it retort against Dragon Sparrow… Zhao Changhe didn't mind, though communication was absent, understanding was present. Since it had fully accepted his Dragon Energy, they were essentially of one mind, knowing exactly where to go as soon as he clamped his legs around its belly, having achieved perfect unity with his horse.

Who needs a bicycle then?

"Alright, alright." Zhao Changhe stroked the sword handle, feeling like he was soothing an angry cat, "Actually, I wasn't trying to play the saint, but to intimidate. Tang Buqi was right, ambition needs fertile soil; Cao Cao once only desired to become the General Who Conquers the West… When you possess sufficient suppressive power, ambitious people will never dare to act."

Although Dragon Sparrow possessed spiritual intelligence, how could it comprehend the complex implications behind Zhao Changhe's actions?

"What was that!"

"A Flying Horse?"

"What Flying Horse, that is a Dragon Horse!"

Zhao Changhe was riding around the entire city of Gusu, as countless citizens of Gusu looked up in disbelief, speechless.

The horse wasn't flying very high, keen-eyed folks could see the patterns on the horse's body; the dark horse's muscles were knotted, faintly displaying dark red dragon patterns. Even the sheer intimidating presence carried by its aura could terrify people, making the timid unable to even stand.

Unknowingly, some began to kneel and bow, proclaiming, "A True God indeed…"

Then, like dominoes falling over, more and more people knelt, chanting, "Asura King protects us…"

Zhao Changhe in an attempt to intimidate, unexpectedly gathered a collection of worship and offerings, which was beyond his expectation.

Tang Buqi stood with his hands on his hips in front of his Government Office, slightly shaking his head, then suddenly gestured with a hand, "Chop it down."

"Yes." Several burly Personal Soldiers grabbed two Envoys and dragged them out.

As they struggled and shouted, "Marquis Wu, you must not execute envoys!"

"What envoys, did you see any?" Tang Buqi curiously asked.

The surrounding officials from Jiangnan shook their heads, "No… previously there was word from Longyou and Jinzhong about sending envoys here, but nobody saw them… Perhaps they encountered the Asura King on the way and got chopped?"

Tang Buqi nodded, "That must be it. Well, let's continue discussing the Penglai maritime trade, let's go inside and have tea."

The corpses of the two envoys were swiftly taken away, leaving no trace.

Zhao Changhe saw it all and smirked slightly. If they wanted to handle the matter secretly, they could have done it inside; taking them outside to behead was a show for him. Damn, he hadn't expected that to this day he would be playing this kind of unspoken, distance communication game with Buqi, life really was full of surprises...

He rode his horse back to the ground, looking around at Wu Weiyang and others whose mouths were still agape, smiling as if basking in the spring breeze, "Ah Weiyang, long time no see! And these are…"

Wu Weiyang hurriedly said, "Some are colleagues from the Demon Suppression Department, and others are strong recruits from Tang family from Jiangnan…"

He hesitated on the word "strong," seemingly struggling to utter it in front of a being capable of flying, and after a few moments continued, "Now all generals in Marquis Wu's army."

Zhao Changhe nodded, "Generals of Marquis Wu's army."

His comment carried a tone of sarcasm… Wu Weiyang bowed his head, daring not to speak further, but just whispered softly, "I am merely following your highness's commands."

Zhao Changhe said, "I don't have time to stay longer in Gusu; waiting here for you for an hour is already a waste. Accompany me northward immediately, I have some matters to inquire about along the way,"

Wu Weiyang sighed in relief, strangely feeling his back drenched in cold sweat.

Who would have thought that the young man whom he had come to evaluate in a tavern outside Beimang years ago, would today possess such commanding dragon-like presence, almost suffocating those around him.

Such an individual, having abruptly returned from overseas to be involved in the current global turmoil, was like a powerful crossbow ruthlessly blasted into the center of the battlefield, its impact on the current chaotic situation unpredictable…

With just this display, peace was now assured in Jiangnan. The intimidating power was no joke.

Originally, Tang's leading figure alone was supposed to support a collapsing edifice, an endeavor bound to fail and crush her under its weight.

But this person was a staunch pillar…