Chaotic World Book

Winds naturally vary; there are gentle breezes with fine rain, as well as raging storms.

However, Feng Yin and Ye Wuzong were actually quite similar, both embodying the essence of blending into the night with the wind. Zhao Changhe once suspected that Ye Wuzong might have inherited something from Feng Yin, but from what Ye Wuzong said, it was clear this was not the case. On the contrary, there was a sense of "You may have sought enlightenment with this before me, simply because you lived in an earlier era, but given the same opportunity, I could defeat you," which smacked of rivalry.

This was a challenge from the present to the past epoch, but now Ye Wuzong, old and without confidence or fighting spirit, placed his hopes in his disciples instead.

Without any surprises, Zhao Changhe was the fastest to learn Wind Control, even surpassing Sisi, the proclaimed direct disciple of the Thief Saint.

The value of dual cultivation with the contemporary Azure Dragon left Ye Wuzong utterly astonished.

Watching the fading afterimage as Zhao Changhe vanished with a whoosh, even Ye Wuzong's eyes nearly failed to capture the sight; his already weathered and weary expression grew three parts more silent, remaining wordless until the transmission of techniques had concluded.

"Don't worry, senior, if I see Feng Yin again, I will use what you've taught me to let him witness the challenge of this era." Zhao Changhe's words made Ye Wuzong smile—such matters were truly understood only between men. His beloved apprentice was now still hoping to heal him...

He smiled and said, "If possible, let Sisi handle this. After all, you are not my direct inheritor."

"Alright." Zhao Changhe fed him an elixir and used the Rejuvenation Technique to tend to his injuries. The old man neither refused nor cooperated much, but simply waited quietly for Zhao Changhe to finish his actions before speaking, "Go, there's nothing to be done about a life's span. Your technique, though potent, cannot make up for what's lacking."

Zhao Changhe said no more, bowing respectfully as he took his leave: "Senior, please rest well."

He and Yue Hongling withdrew first, leaving Sisi to accompany her master for a while. Ye Wuzong stood at the doorway watching the couple leave, and after a long while remarked, "When he went to Kunlun, I thought he was a very loyal and smart lad. Nothing else really impressed me—his battle tactics were as crude as a barbarian's and not to my taste... Looking at it now, this epoch's greatest tumult lies with him. In fact, I am no longer his match. You do have a good eye..."

Sisi, embarrassed to admit that she had been teased by him from the moment they met, all dragon sparrow slaps to the face, could only hum in agreement, politely responding, "Of course my judgment is good, I chose the most formidable master."

Implicit within her words was an attempt to lift her master's spirits; the old man, having tasted more salt than she had eaten rice, chuckled at her little scheme and asked, "Sisi, do you know the greatest flaw of our lineage?"

Sisi shook her head, "I think it's very powerful, are we just lacking in momentum?"

"It is a lack of courage," Ye Wuzong said dispassionately. "Both the courage to face an enemy and the courage to challenge oneself. If you can break through this barrier, your achievements will far surpass mine. As for Zhao Changhe, I have no concerns about him in this regard—he was born for challenges."

Sisi understood. She knew that her master had no intention of striving further; human nature and the essence of Martial Arts determined this. She sighed softly and replied in a low voice, "I understand."

Ye Wuzong waved his hand, "Go on, the Spirit Clan has a multitude of tasks for you to attend to, don't waste time on an old man."

Sisi indeed had myriads of affairs to handle, and she quickly made her way to the Holy Temple, also known as the Royal Palace. Glancing around, she noted that Zhao Changhe had not come in this direction; she felt a tinge of disappointment but knew it wasn't the right time.

Surrounded by a host of armored soldiers, she slowly ascended the throne's high platform and turned to sit.

Below lay a sea of tribe chiefs, all prostrating, not daring even to breathe loudly.

In fact, Sisi hadn't even put on their usual ceremonial attire this time. Her long hair was casually draped, giving off an air of ease—under normal circumstances, she would have received half a day's worth of nagging from the conservatives. However, today, not one dared to lift their head to look at her.

The dramatic events of the previous day—ancestors "awakening" from the depths of the earth, the Saint Envoy wielding the axe to calm heaven and earth—cast an oppressive force too powerful for even their die-hard adherents to bear, let alone the "less loyal" neutral tribes. To this day, no one dared to speak.

"You're all aware of yesterday's events?" Sisi coldly let the crowd stew for a long while before she finally spoke up.

A chief mustered the courage to speak, "Yes, enemies dared to disturb our ancestors' rest, and we even had traitors bold enough to cooperate with such acts?"

Sisi's mind raced, thinking that many of the rebels were unaware of Yin Kui's existence. But defining the nature of the rebellion in such a harsh way would smooth things out and be more ruthless, "Exactly. Aside from our own clan, there were former Han generals who took part in the incident. They have already been captured. No need for a trial; they will all be burned alive today."

Hearing such cold words fall from her beautiful red lips sent shivers down the spines of the crowd, who dared not say more.

This enchanting Holy Daughter had caused three bloody storms in just over half a year since she took the stage. The first occasion of her ascendancy aside, the second time was not long ago when people, seeing her occasionally incapacitated by pain and thinking her vulnerable, were brutally suppressed by her. The third time was this recent event.

The second time had a very clear malicious entrapment undertone, essentially her way of consolidating power and purging old forces. This third time was also supposed to be baiting, but it coincided with someone disturbing the slumber of the ancestors—a grave matter. Now no one knew that she was also unaware of these events; instead, they thought she had everything under control.