Chapter 243: Chapter 201: Legacy of the Old Days

Looking at the sharpened hoe and shovel in his hands, and then at Yu Lao’er beside him, Du Chengfeng sighed and patted the other’s shoulder.

"What’s wrong?"

Yu Lao’er was a bit puzzled; he couldn’t figure out what Du Chengfeng was up to this time.

But Du Chengfeng just shook his head.

"It’s nothing."

Once more, he patted Yu Lao’er’s shoulder, shaking his head and sighing.

After some thought, he still didn’t reveal the true last words of Old Yu. Although, in theory, Yu Lao’er did have the right to know his father’s last words, the thought of telling this man, who regarded his father as a hero, that his father had indeed gone mad seemed too cruel.

So Du Chengfeng decided to put it aside for now. He first wanted to see what that so-called treasure really was.

Of course, this wasn’t to say he intended to silently keep the so-called treasure for himself. It was just that the "treasure in the mountains" seemed a bit too sinister. Considering Old Yu’s lifelong obsession with digging into the mountain, the treasure should be buried within it, but what kind of thing could drive people to madness from behind such a thick mountain?

This was really too far-fetched. Du Chengfeng had never encountered such a malevolent thing before.

No, he actually had.

"Let me see where I put it..."

Thinking this, Du Chengfeng pulled out his saddlebag.

His longtime companion, the warhorse, lay buried in the emperor’s tomb, but at least the saddlebag remained, along with its contents: an old war banner, a five-foot long saber, and a retractable short spear that looked very useful—the Bladeless Sword he had tucked into the bag just a few days ago...

"Found it!"

Unzipping the layer of the saddlebag, Du Chengfeng pulled out the Brass Magic Sword that had slipped into a seam.

He vaguely remembered that when crafting this Brass Magic Sword, he experienced some special memories: the unique forging method of the sword and the moment when it was found by the tomb raider who broke into the Taiyin Mountain God Temple, who was the ancestor of Zhang Qi, the temple guardian later on. At that time, the raider was also chanting "treasure, treasure."

"I shouldn’t be mistaken..."

Thinking this, Du Chengfeng simply sat back on the bench and maintained the Brass Magic Sword once again.

An unknown ugly man in a blue robe, thirty-six days of crafting, with a turtle shell inscription on the hilt and seven stars etched on the blade. With the blood offering of a hundred-year-old turtle and the lives of seventy-eight mountain bandits to unseal it, two volumes of scriptures recount its history, and with the offerings from the Taiyin Temple... During this maintenance, Du Chengfeng once again relived the memories within this Magic Sword.

Despite being just a Magic Sword that killed seventy-eight mountain bandits, it was recorded in the scriptures as a Treasure Sword that subdued a hundred thousand evil spirits. After the Zhang surname tomb raider obtained this Magic Sword, he really did cultivate the phantom of a golden-armored god-man according to the two scripture volumes.

This inevitably reminded Du Chengfeng of the Chu people’s adage.

"A steadfast will can change everything."

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In the days of great Chu, their understanding of the Evil Qi of weaponry reached its pinnacle.

To comprehend this ferocious power, the Chu people conducted tests that could only be described as insanely reckless. To adapt to this brutal force, they even developed specialized tactics. Their understanding of Evil Qi was so profound that even after transforming into a monster, a Chu general could retain his sanity, using Corpse Dissolving Technique to feign death and escape. This demonstrated the Chu people’s deep understanding of the Evil Qi in weapons.

So, did weapons with Evil Qi not exist before the Great Chu’s dominance?

"They did exist."

In the midnight moonlight, the sound of the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix echoed in Li Jia Dalang’s heart.

"Weapons with Evil Qi existed long before the Great Chu commanded obedience. The thing you’re looking for..."

"Are you referring to the Great Chu? Even before the Great Chu?"

Li Jia Dalang frowned deeply.

"When were you born then?"

"Is this what we’re talking about?"

The Gray-Black Fire Phoenix grew increasingly angry, suddenly feeling it might be better off possessing someone else. Anyone would do, as long as it’s not someone who argues over every word.

But right now, there wasn’t anyone else suitable for it to possess. In this godforsaken place, there wasn’t even a decent warrior. Clearly, after the administration and order of the Yu and Chen dynasties, the civilians were no longer the brave warriors everywhere during the heyday of the Chu.

Just like this Li Family Village, though there were many people, they were all ordinary, not even half a person among them who had killed.

It couldn’t really possess a regular person, could it? With a body that lacks even a shred of power, what could it accomplish?

Of course, if pressed to say, there indeed was a second warrior in Li Family Village, one far stronger than Li Jia Dalang.

That person was Du Chengfeng.

It was chased all the way by him, so how could it be foolish enough to continue seeking trouble?

Theoretically, it could have already made a run for it since Du Chengfeng seemed to have taken ill these past few days and hadn’t continued to pursue it. This was a perfect opportunity to escape capture — yet to flee empty-handed left it feeling incomplete. Moreover, it had witnessed the scene of the mountain being split by a blade. If that Divine Soldier fell into Du Chengfeng’s hands, it wouldn’t have any chance for a comeback, would it?