Chapter 102: Are You The Heavenly Book Or Not

Chapter 102: Are You or Are You Not the Celestial Scripture?

Xia Chichi did not stay long. She truly dared not let her subordinates discover that she had slipped away to find Zhao Changhe, so she made up a flimsy excuse to leave the group, not daring to linger.

She wondered if she regretted indulging Zhao Changhe’s release. In any case, as she guided him to the breaking point, she let him hold her in his arms, fondling and kissing her freely. Xia Chichi could feel his roughness—his grip was so tight it hurt—but she gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Partly it was her guilt, and partly she wanted him to be a tyrant. A bold and fierce Zhao Changhe should not be bound by anything, least of all by a demoness who could not give him a proper relationship.

“Did I do right, Ice Soul?” Back at the team’s encampment, the Saintess’s disappearance for an hour or two had not sparked too many wild thoughts among her subordinates. Xia Chichi let out a sigh and whispered to her divine sword.

The divine sword Ice Soul remained silent, offering no response.

“He’s touched me everywhere, and he even pressed against my legs… that… where did he learn such tricks? Did I train my legs for this?” Xia Chichi muttered. “He could even lift both my ankles with one hand, and he told me that’s how it is on the day of Lixia…”

Ice Soul: “…”

“He almost took me, but he held back… Strange, even though my cultivation is so much higher than his, I had no resistance at all. So weak.”

Ice Soul: “…”

“But I still feel so bitter…” Xia Chichi sniffled. “He’s touched me everywhere, yet in the future, the one who will spend more time by his side, whispering sweet nothings, won’t be me.”

Ice Soul finally stirred slightly.

“Hey.” Xia Chichi became alert. “Don’t you dare go cut him down. That was my choice. Even if it stings, it’s my choice!”

Ice Soul was frozen in confusion.

Then why did you just pour out all that weakness and humiliation to me? Was it to show off?

Are you sick? Human thinking is too strange.

“I can’t be with him… I have so many things to do. After all, I’m just a demoness, aren’t I? That’s what demonesses do.” Xia Chichi’s eyes flickered, and she finally picked up her sword and rose. “Everyone, rest is over. We return tonight. Report to the sect about the Maitreya Sect matter. This is a perfect casus belli. It’s time for the Four Symbols Sect to expand.”

The crowd stood and bowed: “Yes!”

In the inn, Zhao Changhe spread his hand and looked at it. The fragrance still lingered around him, and the sensation seemed to remain in his palm—so soft.

Had he broken his chastity or not? He didn’t know. He felt that some positions weren’t much different from the real thing. So this was what it felt like.

Conquest and possession, watching the other’s dazed weakness.

Was this the true transition to manhood? Was this what Chichi wanted?

He didn’t know.

Zhao Changhe took several deep breaths and slowly straightened his clothes, which had been pulled into disarray. From now on, some of his ideas truly needed to change.

There was no going back… at least not for many years.

He touched his clothes and felt something missing. Right, he had been carrying a piece of gold foil in his bosom, but Chichi had found it uncomfortable and tossed it to the foot of the bed.

Zhao Changhe leaned over to pick it up and sighed, “If you are the Celestial Scripture, you’re the most disgraceful page of all. It’s not our fault—you’re too plain and simple. We really couldn’t recognize you. Let me try all sorts of tricks. If nothing works, I’m out of ideas…”

He acted immediately, cutting his finger and letting a drop of blood fall.

No reaction.

He held it over an oil lamp for a moment.

No reaction.

He soaked it in a basin of water for a while.

No reaction.

What other tricks were there? Zhao Changhe looked around and saw a silk handkerchief by the bed—the one Chichi had used to wipe away the mess after the breaking point on her legs.

Zhao Changhe took the handkerchief and wiped it over the gold foil.

Still no reaction.

“Damn, even a trick that only a protagonist would think of didn’t work. Then I really have no way.” Zhao Changhe helplessly washed the gold foil clean and put it back in his bosom.

He couldn’t very well try hacking at it with a knife or axe. What if he damaged it? Well, if it could be damaged, it wasn’t much of a treasure. But he couldn’t think that way—better to be cautious.

In any case, this thing was a powerful sword cultivator’s possession from the last era, hidden in his own meditation cushion. Even if it wasn’t the Celestial Scripture, it must be a very important treasure. Keeping it would one day reveal its use.

Maybe next time he entered a dream, he could ask the Blind Woman? Zhao Changhe didn’t think that if it were truly important, he could hide it from her. There was no point in concealing it—he might as well ask directly.

It was already deep into the night, so he might as well sleep.

Today had been great. He could sleep soundly.

…

Unfortunately, there was no dream.

When Zhao Changhe woke in the morning, he was quite annoyed. Damn it, when I didn’t want to see you, you came into my dream and made me soak in a cold bucket all night. Now that I want to see you, you don’t come!

Thinking from another angle, since he couldn’t lure the Blind Woman into his dream, did that prove the gold foil wasn’t anything important?

Zhao Changhe sighed in disappointment and pulled out the gold foil again for a look.

This time, he froze. He sat bolt upright.

Yesterday, the gold foil had been completely blank, but now there seemed to be some moving images on it, mysterious and profound.

At first, he couldn’t tell what the images were—very montage-like. After staring for a long time, he slowly began to make sense of it. It seemed to be a replay of yesterday’s battle between himself and Han Wubing?

And it was in slow motion. No wonder it looked strange at first—he hadn’t recognized it.

Look at that slash—how cool! No, that slash was definitely his own “Gods and Buddhas Scatter.” So this was what it looked like from an outsider’s perspective in slow motion. It had quite a few flaws.

Han Wubing’s sword move to counter it might not have been the best solution. Looking at it this way, it could have been broken more directly, even causing Zhao Changhe to be injured.

It wasn’t that Han Wubing had held back, but that his martial arts understanding hadn’t reached that level. He could only manage his own solution.

Only by watching from the outside, and in slow motion, could one analyze every detail of the battle frame by frame, reflect on gains and losses, improve one’s own movements, and patch up flaws. He could also find problems in Han Wubing’s technique.

Han Wubing had plenty of flaws too, and some of them were clearly not due to his personal cultivation or combat understanding, but to inherent problems in the Sword Hut’s sword techniques themselves. Those would be hard to fix.

Next time they fought, Han Wubing would probably be defeated in a few moves.

And with such a slow dissection, he could also steal the opponent’s techniques. It was far more intuitive and effective than sneaking into a martial arts school to learn some “Wandering Dragon Bagua Step.”

Zhao Changhe’s hands trembled. This was a supreme treasure—and exactly what he needed most!

Without a master to guide him, he had to rely on himself. Now, as long as he had a brain and the ability to summarize, this constant slow-motion replay and review was the best teacher!

Lacking accumulated experience? Even if he fought everywhere, he still lacked experience. Now, the experience gained from one such review might be worth a hundred blind fights!

Lacking broad knowledge of other schools? Now, as long as he fought a few more times, at least the Sword Hut’s routines would be as bare as a naked girl before him, with no secrets left.

Even if this wasn’t the Celestial Scripture—and it might not be, since the Celestial Scripture should be even more exalted—for Zhao Changhe, it was worth more than ten thousand gold!

Strange. Yesterday, he had tried every trick and couldn’t make it show any special properties. Today, he woke up and it inexplicably started replaying. Was it fixed to replay the day after a battle?

He couldn’t figure it out. There must be a key point he hadn’t grasped yet. If he did, it might not just be a replay—there could be even more wonders.

What was the difference between yesterday and today?

Yesterday was Lixia. Today had passed it. That might be related, since summoning the divine sword was tied to Lixia. The gold foil might be avoiding Lixia.

Another possibility: the blood he dripped and the… milk he wiped on it might need a delay to absorb, taking effect the next day.

If that were the case, then what needed a next-day settlement was also the fact that yesterday he had finally been with a woman… though not fully. In essence, it was… but according to Instructor Sun’s theory, in martial arts terms, there was a difference. His own self-release didn’t count, so this might not count either.

If it were due to that factor, would true yin-yang union bring even more mysteries?

Then are you the Celestial Scripture or the Great Bliss Ultimate Joy Scripture?