Chaotic World Book-Chapter 257 - 252: His Game
Chapter 257: Chapter 252: His Game
Seeing Zhao Changhe’s slightly astonished gaze, Xia Longyuan’s madness had not yet subsided, his eyes gaining a ferocious look, "Although we seek different things, it is good that you want to go home. I ask you, do you want to beg them on your knees to let you return, or do you want to step on their faces and tell them, ’I can walk on my own!’ And another question, what gives them the right to put me in this place, like a prison?"
Zhao Changhe looked at his pale white hair, feeling somewhat stirred inside.
He might have been from the same era as himself, just thrown into this world decades earlier, stirring up his own peerless tempest. No matter how he called the wind and summoned the rain, fundamentally, he was also a person who had left home for decades and could not return...
Of course, he didn’t look like he wanted to go back, nor was he a rebel. This person was a world-conquering hero, thinking of trampling the heavens and taking their place.
Yet, although the goals differed, the opposition faced was the same.
Zhao Changhe took a deep breath and replied earnestly, "The latter."
Xia Longyuan laughed heartily, "Good, you’ve got guts; I thought you wouldn’t dare say it!"
Zhao Changhe sighed, "It is indeed a bit troubling; I’m not as strong as you, senior. What if lightning strikes my head?"
"They won’t! Someone like you is one in a million; why would they waste you? Besides, they’re not as strong as you think."
"They’re not strong?"
"The Heavenly Dao has fallen, the epoch has collapsed, the gods are at dusk; none of this is false. Where are the genuine gods who manipulate the world? A bunch of weak old things, pretending to be gods and ghosts, what’s so great about that?" Xia Longyuan sneered, "The blind girl is one example, either just a spirit or her power is still sealed. I say she’s now just a useless one who can only pretend. Let’s see what she can do to me now."
Silence surrounded, with slanting rain and fine mist, the gold leaf in his arms still, and the whereabouts of the blind girl unknown.
Zhao Changhe suddenly recalled a careless grab when he had actually caught the blind girl’s hand.
It was different from when he grabbed Huangfu Qing’s hand; Huangfu Qing had a good impression, without much wariness. But the blind girl? They had only met twice then.
And him wiping that thing...
It only proved Xia Longyuan was right; the blind girl was extremely weak.
And Xia Longyuan implied she was just one example; there were many more, like... the Sword Emperor? Yes, waiting for the awakening gods and buddhas, isn’t the Sword Emperor a typical one?
Xia Longyuan said, a bunch of bones in the tomb.
Of course, the so-called weakness wasn’t something he could fight, even Xia Longyuan fought with his body shaking, as if shaking his Jiangshan.
Actually, everyone guessed he had hidden injuries; maybe he really had...
"My declaration of war started from the day I destroyed the buddhas. What I destroyed was not the Buddhist temples, but the real buddhas. What can they do about that? There are many other similar actions." Xia Longyuan finally reverted to his casual and light demeanor and continued strolling, "When I don’t want Jiangshan, don’t want offspring, don’t want women... I have no vulnerabilities. The Wang Family, Maitreya Sect, Four Symbols Sect, their every action, in my eyes, is akin to a game."
"I understand your thoughts, senior. But..." Zhao Changhe hesitated for a moment, then still asked, "If senior doesn’t want Jiangshan, why not abandon it, pass it to someone suitable... after all..."
"You dislike the chaotic scene over thousands of miles, people losing their place? Just like at the beginning of our conversation, you pointed out a beggar."
"Yes. I admire senior’s ambition, but this point alone... if senior doesn’t want to manage, then hand it over to someone who does. This play isn’t good to watch."
"It’s strange why you would think this way." Xia Longyuan said, "Facing this world, don’t you feel detached? Like reading a book, or watching a movie; the joys and sorrows of the human world have nothing to do with you, you are not from this world, why bother so much?"
Zhao Changhe’s heart stirred. He too had experienced this... but not to such an exaggerated extent, a coldness that detached itself.
— If beggars are an eyesore, just kill them. That was not about understanding Zen, that was real intention. Xia Longyuan had no interest in such exchanges with insignificant ants.
In fact, from the beginning, Xia Longyuan was also observing others’ reality shows; to him, others were no different from NPCs. Whether it was Heavenly Gods or the White Tiger Saintess, his way of thinking was consistent: "Let me try", "Is it useful", as if opposite him stood not a woman, but merely a clue for testing, a paper cut-out.
His ascent in Martial Arts, his sweep across the Six Harmonies, was like playing a game. Leveling games, war games, management games. Bored of playing, he switched to playing the Divine Skill games.
When it came to Divine Skills overlooking, those people were, and so was Xia Longyuan, they were the same kind of people.
The only exception... perhaps the daughter accidentally born, he seemed to still care about to some little extent, as if providing a mark of his existence in this world.
Seeing Zhao Changhe silent, Xia Longyuan continued on his own, "I don’t want Jiangshan, but I still need this position. I can blatantly exterminate Buddhists, enjoy watching Ying Wu and others fight over an Otherworldly Space, observe the Sea Race backed by the Wang Family, watch the Emperor Ye behind the Four Symbols Sect. Wherever I want a clue, something ’reveals its butt’... If I don’t want this position, wouldn’t I still have to organize a force to do my bidding, isn’t that redundant?"
Zhao Changhe remained silent.
Xia Longyuan smiled, "Therefore, I need the throne, I won’t give it to you, nor to Chichi. You continue watching the fun with your sword, watching the saga of many sides is quite interesting."
Finally, Zhao Changhe said, "I did not want it either."
Xia Longyuan asked, "Then why the sour face? Do you disagree with my thoughts?"
"Mmm, although I understand the rationale behind your idea, emotionally, I can’t agree."
"Because of the innocent masses?" Xia Longyuan laughed, "Or because someone is coughing?"
"They are not NPCs... The waterways of Jiangnan flow with red blood, the sands beyond the border blow with white bones, Tang Wanju coughs up spotty blood, the entire lineage of the Huangfu Family perished, are they just characters in a movie?"
Xia Longyuan looked at him without replying, and Zhao Changhe calmly faced him, "I admire you, senior, but I regret that our paths differ."
Xia Longyuan’s lips curved up in a smile, "I didn’t expect our paths to converge either. What do you think I shared these thoughts with you for?"
Zhao Changhe said, "Because my adversaries are also them, and you are giving me guidance, perhaps even impatient with my slowness."
"It’s good enough that you understand that. How you view me doesn’t concern me."
"..."
Xia Longyuan didn’t care about his attitude at all, casually tossing him a blood-colored fruit, "Knowing you’re slow is fine... In the past, your pace would have sufficed, but in these changing times, it’s inadequate. I had thought of teaching you a few moves, but now it seems unnecessary... Our paths superficially seem similar, but fundamentally differ; the Six Harmonies Divine Skill is barely compatible, other cultivation techniques don’t suit you."
Zhao Changhe caught the fruit, somewhat astonished, "What is this?"
"I find you slow, of course, I must give you a boost. This fruit nurtures the blood and nourishes the Blood Evil, it suits your Blood Evil Skill. Initially, when you went to Jiangnan, you were supposed to find this, not that piece of trash bead. Unfortunately, the problem with your meridians really gives some headache, I have no spare time to find that thing for you, a waste of my Divine Skill, and yet you dare debate the path before me, how absurd." freewebnøvel_com
"..." Zhao Changhe, holding the fruit, hardly knew what to say.
"You have your path, so go forth, and I, indeed, wish to see what you can make of it," Xia Longyuan finally turned around, leisurely leaving, "Even if you find me disagreeable, I’d ask you to personally come to kill."
Ahead was precisely the boundaries of the Capital, not a bit more, not a bit less.
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