104: Chapter 102 Are You Really the Heavenly Book?

104: Chapter 102 Are You Really the Heavenly Book?

Xia Chichi didn’t stay too long, she truly dared not let her subordinates find out she had sneaked out to meet Zhao Changhe, so she made up an excuse to leave the team, not daring to linger.

She didn’t know if she regretted indulging Zhao Changhe’s release at all, but she could tell he was a bit rough – it even hurt a bit, but she clenched her teeth and made no sound.

There was guilt on her part, and also a hope that he was a despot.

A bold and spirited Zhao Changhe should not be bound by anything, let alone a demoness who couldn’t engage with him normally.

“Did I do the right thing, Bing Po?” Back at the team’s camp, the Holy Daughter’s disappearance for a couple of hours hadn’t sparked too much speculation among her subordinates.

Xia Chichi breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to her Divine Sword.

The Divine Sword Bing Po was silent and unresponsive.

“He played with every part of me, even held my legs together, that…

Where did he learn those tricks?

Are my legs really just for that…” Xia Chichi murmured, “He even held both my ankles with one hand and told me that on the day of the beginning of summer, it’s supposed to be like that…”

Bing Po: “…”

“I almost gave in to him, but thankfully he held back…

It’s strange, I’m so much more advanced in cultivation than he is, why do I have no resistance, feeling so weak.”

Bing Po: “…”

“But I still feel so sore…” Xia Chichi sniffled, “He played with every part of me, but the one who gets to be by his side, lovey-dovey in the future isn’t me.”

Finally, Bing Po moved slightly.

“Hey.” Xia Chichi was alert, “You better not go and chop him down, he is my acknowledged one.

No matter how sour, it’s my choice!”

Bing Po is crashing.

So what are you trying to express with all this talk about being played with and feeling weak, is it bragging?

So you must be sick!

Human thinking is too strange.

“It’s me who can’t accompany him…

I have a lot of things to do.

After all, I…

am just a demoness, isn’t that what demonesses are supposed to do?” Xia Chichi’s eyes shimmered, and she finally stood up with her sword, “My comrades, the rest is over.

Let’s go back through the night, to report back to the Maitreya Sect about this matter.

It’s a good reason to start a war, and it’s time for the power of the Four Symbols Sect to expand.”

Everyone stood up and saluted, “Yes!”

In the inn, Zhao Changhe opened his palm and looked, the scent around him still lingering, and the touch that seemed to remain in the center of his palm was so soft.

Does it count as having taken my virginity…

I’m not sure.

The feeling is somewhat similar to the real thing, so that’s how it feels to do that.

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

Is this what it truly means to transition into a man?

Is this what Chichi hopes for from me?

I don’t know.

Zhao Changhe took several long and deep breaths, slowly tidying his clothes that were in disarray.

From now on, certain ideas certainly need to change.

There’s no going back…

At least not for many years to come.

He touched his clothes, feeling like something was missing…

Right, there was a piece of gold foil that he’d had in his embrace, but Chichi, finding it uncomfortable, had thrown it at the foot of the bed.

Zhao Changhe bent over to pick it up, sighing, “If you are a page of the Heavenly Book, you are really the most dishonorable one.

We can’t blame you, you’re far too simplistic, and we simply can’t recognize you.

I’ll try various methods later, and if none work, then there’s nothing I can do…”

Saying that, he did it: Zhao Changhe cut a finger and dripped some blood on the foil.

No response.

He put it over the oil lamp to heat it a bit, no response.

He dropped it in a basin of water for a while, no response.

What other methods are there?

Zhao Changhe looked around and saw a silk scarf by the bed, the one Chichi had used to wipe up after their climactic moment.

Zhao Changhe took the scarf and wiped the gold foil with it.

Still no response.

“Damn, if even the kind of tricks that only the main character could think of don’t work, then I’m really out of ideas,” Zhao Changhe reluctantly cleaned the gold foil and stuffed it back into his chest pocket.

I can’t exactly go testing it with knives or hammers, what if it breaks…

uh, if it breaks, that means it’s not a treasure, right?

No, I shouldn’t think that way; I have to be careful.

Anyway, this thing was hidden in my meditation cushion by a powerful sword cultivator from the last epoch, even if it’s not the Heavenly Book, it has to be a very important treasure; keeping it might reveal its use someday.

Maybe next time I can ask the blind girl during Dream Entry?

If it’s not truly an important item, Zhao Changhe didn’t believe she could be kept in the dark, and if there’s nothing to hide, it’s better to just ask directly.

Since it’s already deep into the night, might as well sleep.

Today was awesome, I can have a good sleep.

……

Unfortunately, I didn’t dream.

Waking up in the early morning, Zhao Changhe was pretty aggrieved, dammit, when I don’t want to see you in my dreams, you barge in, making me soak in a cold tub all night; when I want to dream about you, you’re nowhere to be found!

Thinking about it another way, since I couldn’t draw the blind girl into my dreams, does that prove that the gold foil isn’t something significant?

Zhao Changhe sighed a bit in disappointment and took out the gold foil for another look.

That glance left him startled, and he sat bolt upright.

The gold foil, which clearly had nothing on it yesterday, now seemed to have moving images, mysterious and profound.

At first, I couldn’t make out what the images were, very montage-like.

After scrutinizing for a while, some patterns started to emerge—it looked like a replay of my fight with Han Wubing from yesterday?

And it was a slow-motion replay, no wonder everything looked odd at first, it didn’t click.

Look at how cool that slice is…

no, that slice was definitely leaving me wide open, and from this slow-motion spectator point of view, it seems full of flaws.

The solution that Han Wubing found to counter my attack might not have been the best; from this perspective, a more straightforward solution might have been possible, even inflicting a direct injury on me.

It wasn’t that Han Wubing was holding back, but that his understanding of martial arts hadn’t reached that level yet; he could only execute his conceived solution.

Only as an observer, and in slow motion, can one understand every detail of the fight frame by frame, reflect on gains and losses, improve my own movements, fill the gaps, and find Han Wubing’s issues…

He also had quite a few flaws, and a part of those, you could tell, were not personal issues with Han Wubing’s cultivation or combat understanding, but problems inherent in the swordsmanship of his Sword Pavilion, which are hard to correct.

Next time we spar, I’m afraid Han Wubing will be defeated within a few moves.

Plus, with such slow-motion dissecting, I could even steal his moves, which is much more direct and effective than sneaking around dojos learning things like Youlong Trigram Steps.

Zhao Changhe’s hands were shaking; this was a treasure, and precisely the treasure he lacked and needed the most!

No master to instruct, everything dependent on your own groping?

Now, as long as I have brains and the ability to summarize, this continuous slow-motion replay for review is the best master!

Lacking the accumulation of time, even finding fights everywhere is still not enough experience?

The experiences I can summarize now are probably worth a hundred aimless fights!

Lacking broad knowledge about various styles?

Now, after a few more fights, at least the moves of Sword Pavilion are like a naked girl in front of me, no more secrets.

Even if this isn’t the Heavenly Book – it probably isn’t, as the imposing aura of the Heavenly Book should be higher – but for Zhao Changhe, it’s worth its weight in gold!

Strange, I tried every trick in the book yesterday, and nothing special happened; how is it that I wake up today and suddenly it starts replaying?

Could it be fixed, that the replay only happens the day after the fight?

It’s puzzling.

There must be a key point I’m missing; if I figure it out, it’s likely not just a replay and there could be more marvelous things…

What’s the difference between yesterday and today, anyway?

Yesterday was the start of summer, and it’s gone today; it might relate to that since calling upon the Divine Sword was related to it; the gold foil avoiding the summer start is possible.

And could it be that the blood I shed and the milk I smeared yesterday needed some time to be absorbed, until the next day?

Then, if that’s the case, there’s the matter of yesterday, finally being with a woman…

although it wasn’t the real deal, in essence, it was…

no, according to the theories learned at Maitreya Sect, there’s a difference in martial theory; what didn’t count as cultivation then might not count now.

If it’s down to that factor, perhaps there’s even more mystery following a true Yin Yang convergence?

So are you the Heavenly Book or an Ultimate Bliss book?”