A normal person wouldn’t binge drink excessively, as anyone with so sense knows it’s extrely dangerous.
But there are still many who overdrink, simply because after consuming a certain amount of alcohol, the brain becos numbed, reason gradually fades, and judgnt becos significantly impaired—the most obvious example being "what’s a little more, I can still drink," but once this idea pops into one’s mind, you’re not far from being completely drunk.
Just like Du Chengfeng right now, surrounded by twenty-six bottles, he’s still drinking, thinking he can take a little more.
"After all, this alcohol’s strength is quite low; drinking this stuff is no different than drinking water."
This is the confidence Du Chengfeng has to keep drinking; he feels this cheap alcohol is hard to get him drunk.
"Right, why was I drinking again?"
After placing thirty-two bottles at his side, Du Chengfeng finally rembered he wasn’t gulping down alcohol for the sake of drinking.
"It should be to beco stronger... oh yes, to communicate with spirits."
Upon realizing this, Du Chengfeng quickly put down the bottle and imitated the image of that ancient priest he rembered, trying to communicate with spirits.
But unfortunately, he still couldn’t connect with anything.
Perhaps those elusive spirits truly didn’t look after him, or maybe it’s because he’s not one of the Ancients. In any case, the communication after this binge remained futile.
This made the drunken Du Chengfeng extrely angry.
"What is this! Are you looking for trouble?"
Angrily, Du Chengfeng grabbed the nearest spirit and urinated on its chicken-like head.
After letting off so steam, Du Chengfeng’s anger subsided, and he recognized the reality he faced—after all, not everyone among the Ancients could beco a priest; surely only those blessed by the spirits could earn such a position. As for him, like those Warriors, it was clear he was not among those favored by spirits.
But he was used to such things; he hadn’t been widely favored anyway, except for the kind-hearted Lee Carpenter who occasionally lent him a hand; most of the ti, he relied on himself to get by.
Rely on the mountain and it falls, rely on the water and it dries; ultimately, a person must rely on themselves.
"Why look for spirits! Not looking anymore!"
Spitting on the ground, Du Chengfeng pulled up his pants.
Yes, why insist on seeking spirits? Has he really reached a point where he must rely on spirits? Sure, the Ancients depended on the so-called ghosts in their hearts and gained formidable power, but he isn’t one of them, so why follow their thods?
Can’t he rely on himself? Can’t he obtain power by relying solely on himself?
"Relying solely on the human body, can’t you be as strong as spirits?"
At this mont, a question arose in Du Chengfeng’s heart.
No, it was even more than that.
"Can humans beco stronger than spirits?"
Yes.
Certainly, they can.
Take note, when humans were still monkeys, those large, fierce beasts were, to these monkeys, not unlike spirits.
If those monkeys had always been afraid of beasts, thinking the beasts’ strength was unbeatable, then these monkeys would probably never have descended from the trees, and naturally, humans would not exist—but evidently, those monkeys eventually ca down from the trees, crafted spears and axes from stones, and began eliminating those fierce beasts as units.
The victory of ancient monkeys over beasts is the reason humans appeared.
Therefore, he can naturally surpass those so-called spirits today.
After all, he is human.
"So, how to defeat spirits then..."
Drunk, Du Chengfeng swayed his head adorned with hair like blades, contemplating a solution.
To defeat spirits, you don’t necessarily need unstoppable power; firstly, he has to find a spirit willing to fight him—that’s quite apparent, as those ethereal spirits can’t manifest physically to battle him, directly causing him to lack a clear target even if he wants one.
"Wait, isn’t there a spirit in the room?"
Thinking this, Du Chengfeng pushed the door open and entered the room.
He saw only a grey-black chicken pinned to the ground by a sword.
"Oh, it’s you again."
Du Chengfeng imdiately lost interest; this sort of creature certainly couldn’t be considered a spirit; a true spirit would undoubtedly be much stronger, far stronger than this...
So in what way are spirits strong?
Du Chengfeng suddenly realized he actually didn’t know much about the Ancients’ concept of spirits.
Due to only seeing fragnted scenes on bronze tablets, he hadn’t systematically learned the experiences of previous holders as he did during knife-grinding. With only a few ceremonial scenes morized, he was far from genuinely understanding the Ancients’ perception of spirits.
Real Ancients perford ceremonies evidently with rules and had their own set of criteria for evaluating spirits. As for him... he only knew that the spirits Ancients spoke of were all-powerful.
Yet regarding this supposed omnipotence, he couldn’t help but think of another question.
If spirits are genuinely omnipotent, can they create a stone so heavy that they themselves can’t lift?
Du Chengfeng thought about it, but dismissed the idea, considering it too much of a pointless argunt, which was uninteresting.
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