In these tis, finding soone is not an easy task.
A few villagers from Ji Bei were sent out, all trained warriors of the Yang family, but no matter how well-trained they are, they need to know where to report— all they know is that Du Chengfeng went to the Emperor’s city in Jiankang, and beyond that, they have no idea, leaving them at a loss for where to start their search.
"If that creature flying in the sky can directly find Mr. Liu, can’t you find Mr. Du?"
These were the words of Carpenter Li before they set off, the first ti that good old man ever lost his temper with everyone.
So these Yang family warriors could only make a trip to the Emperor’s city in Jiankang first, hoping to test their luck.
But their luck was apparently not good, because even Du Chengfeng himself didn’t know where he currently was—he only knew he was in the Li Family Village, but he had no idea which county it was in, which state the county belonged to, or which province the state was under.
He was too busy chasing that Gray-Black Fire Phoenix to rember to ask such questions, let alone, in his current state, did he have any interest in pursuing those trivialities.
He was carefully studying those two bronze fragnts.
These two fragnts were originally struck off from the Bronze Halberd, one he picked up and the other was dug out from the belly of the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix. Even though they were just remnants, Du Chengfeng thought that perhaps these could also be sharpened—but before that, he still had to deal with another matter.
"Can you get out?"
Du Chengfeng turned his head, looking at the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix crouching in front of him.
"This is my bedroom, who allowed you to co in?"
"Let’s have a fight."
The Gray-Black Fire Phoenix raised its neck defiantly.
"Since neither of us wants to back down, then let’s..."
Poof.
The Gray-Black Fire Phoenix hadn’t finished speaking when the Illusionary Sword in Du Chengfeng’s hand was already thrust into its belly.
One thrust wasn’t enough; Du Chengfeng hacked to the left and slashed to the right, even chopped furiously, directly bringing the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix down to the floor, slicing it finely into mince.
Yet even after doing all this, Du Chengfeng’s expression was still quite grim.
Only because, the mont he put away his sword, the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix astonishingly reford its shape again.
"Oh, oh! That’s it! Again! Again!"
The expression of the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix grew increasingly frenzied.
"Thoughts can’t be killed! Thoughts can’t be killed! Again! Pierce with your sword again!"
"...Forget it."
Du Chengfeng shook his head, ultimately not bothering with the bird-man. Although, in theory, he could chop the bird-man up again to vent his anger, this kind of ans of assault seed to reward the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix in his eyes.
Of course, theoretically, killing it a few more tis might really get rid of the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix, as he had already seen that after reforming its shape, the fire on the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix’s body noticeably dimd a bit. But for now, he had no ti to waste with the bird-man; he had more dangerous enemies to face.
"Forget it, since you want it so much."
Pinning the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix to the wall with the Illusionary Sword, Du Chengfeng picked up the two pieces of bronze and placed them on the Grinding Stone.
The first fragnt was a broken piece from the edge; the worn blade was clearly unusable, but through its thin edge, Du Chengfeng could vaguely feel how sharp it once was.
It wasn’t the sharpness of an axe, as the blade angle of an axe is relatively larger to make it sturdier and more powerful for chopping. anwhile, the edge of the Yue Saber was closer to a "knife," capable of chopping, but it was evident that such a relatively thinner edge was more suitable for cutting.
Or we could say, for slicing at.
Once the fragnt of the Yue Saber was placed on the Grinding Stone, those ancient and enigmatic elents sealed in the past ca rushing in.
And Du Chengfeng could vaguely feel certain things.
Unlike the forging thods of later generations, this Bronze Halberd was cast as a whole. The freshly polished Bronze Halberd was not covered in green rust like it was now but shone with golden light. Only honored warriors had the privilege to use these radiant tools, making them appear more heroic and extraordinary.
Yes, tools.
The Bronze Halberd was originally just for slicing at.
But it wasn’t for everyday at cutting; it was used for slicing offerings during rituals. Those gathered around the altars would sar the offering’s blood on themselves, drawing fierce patterns, and offer the flesh to the spirits and deities in the void, in exchange for powers beyond the ordinary.
"Is it an exchange? Not a prayer?"
Du Chengfeng vaguely sensed sothing, but that trace of inspiration was too faint.
But at least he learned one thing, that these people around the altar, the so-called "Yin people" of the past, did not approach the spirits and deities as followers—it was less a worship than a transaction; the Yin people offered gifts, and the spirits and deities had to give sothing in return.
"Do spirits and deities truly exist?"
Du Chengfeng always felt sothing was amiss, as if there truly were such things as spirits and deities in the world; he would have heard sothing by now. At least from his personal experiences, he had never discovered anything that could be called a spirit or deity.
If there were spirits in the world, not just him, even that naless giant would have gladly gone to fight, rather than confining himself to the imperial tomb, not getting "suffocated."
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